In her youth, she often encountered chance encounters, and if there were a better definition, she wouldn't even want to call this period "love."
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When they started school, the freshmen were undergoing military training. Often, the sophomores would go to the playground to drool over the handsome guys, and when they came back, they would bang on the table and sit on the bench, drooling. Finally, they would vote to elect the new school heartthrob.
Even Xiao San and Xiao Wu went with their junior sister to see it a few times. When they came back, their eyes were red and their faces were as red as a roast suckling pig. In the end, they collapsed on the bed, which startled Aheng, Wuying, and Xiao Si. They touched their foreheads and realized that the two of them had heatstroke.
Wuying spat, "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were up to something important!"
The mistress finally recovered after chugging a whole teacup of water. Wiping her mouth, she exclaimed, "Big sister, you have no idea! The quality this year... well..."
Xiao Wu, his erection bulging, stood up straight and blurted out, "That's not just good, it's amazing! I've waited so many years, and I've finally found my true love!"
Ah Heng fed her water, and laughed—"Shut up. You're a grown woman, aren't you ashamed? You stood on the playground all afternoon, and you guys are the ones who got dizzy from military training."
Xiao Wu waved the gold Sony camera in his hand—we're not going to say anything more, just look for yourselves, this little guy, this small frame, he's practically on par with Yan Xi.
Xiao Si picked up the camera, flipped through it, and scoffed, "The portrait is too blurry. How can anyone tell if it's beautiful or ugly?"
Ah Heng glanced at it; it was blurry enough. He could only make out a figure wearing camouflage and a hat, tall and thin, with a slightly hunched back, and something that looked... familiar.
Ah Heng rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things, as if she had seen this person somewhere before.
The mistress was dejected; it was all Wu's fault. When she asked Wu to take a picture, Wu's hands were shaking like he was on steroids.
Xiao Wu uses his hand to fan himself, but you don't shake at all. Following behind me, you almost ripped my pants. For a candid shot, the effect is pretty good!
Wuying asked, "Which department are you from?"
Xiao San, holding Ah Heng's hand, gulped down a mouthful of water and said, "We're from the Computer Science department. Our department's prospects are ruined this year. We'd rather look up to Fei Bai for a better look."
Ah Heng squinted and asked what the man's name was.
Xiao San and Xiao Wu both shook their heads, saying they hadn't found out yet, but they'd heard he had excellent grades, ranked first in the entrance exam, and would definitely give a speech at the opening ceremony the day after tomorrow, then they'd know.
Ah Heng fell silent, holding a teacup in her hand, standing in the dormitory, quietly looking at the camera, her thoughts drifting far, far away.
She still remembers those rainy days when someone would always ask, "Sister, if I die, will you cry?"
That person must feel so sorry for you, sister. I've never seen you cry in front of me.
Ah Heng, however, always kept a straight face and said not to talk nonsense.
He was still good-natured, smiling, "Sister, let's make plum blossom cakes together this winter."
The sound was distant and serene.
In winter, she was already at the Wen family home, separated from him and the plum blossom cake he longed for by a great distance.
In the evening, she called Yan hope and said that she thought she had seen Zai Zai.
He held the phone, his eardrums vibrating with her voice; her joy and happiness rang in his ears, clear and distinct.
A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she asked, "Baby, is it true? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
She nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'm sure, he's the Zai Zai I raised, not someone else."
How could I not recognize you?
Yan hope said, "If it really is Yun Zai, just be sincere to him and don't run away. As for the Wen family, I'll handle that."
Every word he uttered was flawless; he had laid a beautiful trap, waiting for the net to tighten.
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Opening ceremony.
The black-haired boy on stage, wearing a linen sweater, was drowsy when he was woken up by the person next to him.
Yunzai, it's your turn to speak.
He rubbed his eyes, stood in the middle of the stage, took the script, and began to read.
His handwriting was messy and illegible, like scribbles, and only he could understand it.
The voice had only one tone, the tone of reciting the Diamond Sutra, as bland and tasteless as plain water.
The audience on stage was dozing off, while the girls in the audience were screaming nonstop.
Finally, after saying thank you, the audience applauded, but he remained standing on the podium, refusing to leave.
The principal coughed, and Yunzai asked.
Yun slowly began to speak—and, one last sentence.
Then, he slowly looked at the seats of the medical school students below the stage, counted them, and smiled.
Wen Heng, seat 18 in row 3, please stand up, I like you.
Chapter 87
Chapter 87
Suddenly, a bunch of white pigeons popped into Aheng's mind, chirping and shouting "I like you," each with bright black pupils.
She remembered a baby drooling as she changed his diaper.
She remembered a doll that crawled around, and when she tugged at it, it would crawl backward with its little paws.
She remembered a baby with a tiny corn kernel growing on its gums, which she rubbed with her finger.
So, this person, no, this tiny kid, actually said, "I like you."
Ah Heng was speechless. She looked at the podium, where the man looked like a handsome young man. All around her, young men and women were whistling and clapping, making her head ache.
Ah Heng took a breath. This is my child, I have to give him some face. So he put on a mysterious smile, remained calm and composed, and let others scrutinize him.
Fortunately, the kid's speech was the last item on the agenda. The school leaders all breathed a sigh of relief. Considering that they were a prestigious school with a high degree of inclusiveness, they had to catch up with Q and surpass B. So, they pretended not to hear it, patted their butts, and adjourned the meeting.
The others were either holding sunflower seeds or munching on peanuts, their eyes gleaming with ill intent as they all stared at her.
Ah Heng was filled with grief and indignation, and cried out in her heart, "Grandpa Principal, please take me with you!"
Looking up again, DouDing was already slowly walking off the stage.
Ah Heng felt like she was having a split personality. She wanted to give Dou Ding a good scolding, but she couldn't help looking at Dou Ding with loving eyes.
So conflicted TOT
DouDing, completely oblivious, swayed and wobbled until he reached her side.
Then, he plopped down in the seat next to her.
She pointed at him, "You!"
DouDing yawned, smiled, revealing his fine white teeth, and muttered softly, "Aheng, I'm tired."
Then, without feeling any generation gap whatsoever, he put his arm around her waist and nestled against her chest...
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...
...
She fell asleep.
The auditorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone's eyes were glazed over.
Ah Heng gritted her teeth, wanting to kill him. She clenched her fist, reached for the top of his head, paused, and then gently lowered it, stroking his soft hair, pulling him closer to her chest. She turned her head and calmly reported—he's asleep, really.
So, whatever you need to say, wait until he wakes up.
Yeah, none of that has anything to do with me. You guys... go find him.
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Ah Heng found it unbelievable.
The person in her arms was indeed her younger brother, but he was sleeping so peacefully that she felt the past five years were shorter than five hours.
It seems that distance does not exist.
However, he was even a head and a half taller than when he was thirteen!
Even her appearance has largely changed from what she looked like when she was a child.
But she still couldn't shake her old habit of being excessively sleepy. He was sickly when he was a child, and the winters were cold, so she spoiled him, and he couldn't fall asleep unless he was nestled in her arms.
Ah Heng smiled, looking at his profile. The entire auditorium was empty, with only the gentle autumn breeze remaining.
She picked up the white coat from the armrest and draped it over his shoulders, her gaze softening even more.
The moment she lowered her head, the corners of her eyes reddened slightly.
She even wanted to express her deepest gratitude to all the gods and Buddhas who had brought Zai Zai back to her side. This was all before she knew it was Yan hope's elaborate scheme.
When Yun woke up, it was already an hour later.
His first words were, "Aheng, I'm not dreaming, that's good."
He smiled, his eyes like the moon reflected in a well with its shimmering blue waves.
Ah Heng gently shook her slightly numb hand and asked him, "Are Mom and Dad alright?"
He stood up, stretched, and said they were fine, Ah Heng.
The two characters "Aheng" were pronounced clearly and accurately.
Aheng frowned and asked, "Yun, what are you calling me for?"
He mimicked her tone and said, "Wen Heng, I'm calling you A Heng."
Then, her smile seemed to brighten the spring flowers several times.
When Ah Heng was a child, although she was very close to Yun Zai, she still maintained the proper order of seniority. She always considered things from the perspective of her younger brother. And Yun Zai never called her "older sister".
And now he calls her Aheng.
Ah Heng frowned and said seriously, "Yun, if you shout like that again, I'll beat you up."
This is the dignity of being an older sister.
The clouds are obscuring my face, and I let out a long sigh. I haven't eaten plum blossom cake for five years.