Siwan didn't compare herself to others, but instead mentioned Lu Liu, the implication of which was quite clear.
What Aheng needs to overcome is Yan hope's love, while Lu Liu, aside from gender, clearly doesn't have this in mind.
Furthermore, it can be inferred that Yan hope likes Lu Liu.
Ah Heng smiled, but her expression was filled with pain. She said, "Brother, don't say anymore. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today. I have my own goals, but that has nothing to do with Yan Xi. He has the freedom to accept or refuse, besides accepting. If he can't bear to leave me because he's afraid of hurting me, that's already related to love. You can't say, and there's no reason to say, that Yan Xi doesn't love me. Yan Xi isn't a kind person, and he won't become kind because of me, but the way he treats me often gives me the illusion that he's the kindest person in the world. Isn't that enough to prove something...?"
Siwan interrupted her, rubbing her temples with her slender fingers, taking a deep breath, and said, "If, I mean if, he had the heart to leave you, what would you think and what would you do?"
Ah Heng lowered his head and counted on his fingers. If he left, it would be heartless. Since he was heartless, he must have thought that there was no possibility of him falling in love with me.
Siwan turned her head and looked at her seriously. "What about you? Tell me."
Ah Heng is so silly. When you're heartbroken, you cry, you drink, you feel sad. Do I need to tell you that?
Siwan chuckled, a glint of tears in her eyes. Though refined, she spoke rudely, "Damn it, you're made of the same material as your brother, a diamond."
Ah Heng glanced at him and thought, "Damn it."
While waiting for her son and daughter at home, Wen's mother sneezed twice.
In the kitchen, Aunt Zhang picked out the edible bamboo shoots from a bunch of spoiled dried bamboo shoots, muttering to herself, "How long have these been sitting here? Why are you only thinking about eating them now? What were you doing all this time?"
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Yan Xi had no idea that Aheng was angry with him. Coincidentally, whenever he called their dorm, Xiao Wu would apologize and say, "Sorry, Aheng is in the bathroom."
He urinated eight times a day, and each time he was in the toilet. Yan hope asked if it was frequent urination or constipation, and Xiao Wu chuckled and said it was both.
Then Yanxi realized that Aheng was probably too busy to pay attention to him.
Touching his non-existent beard, he sighed, "The kids have grown up, and they really do need... you know, personal space."
He texted Yunzai to ask him to take good care of Aheng, but Yunzai replied with a smiley face and a single sentence: "^_^, I thought you loved her so much."
The tone is too ambiguous; is it sarcasm or a joke? If it's a joke, it could be translated as, "Haha, you don't love her as much as I do!" If it's sarcasm, it could be, "Hmph, if you truly loved her, would you need me to know her every move?"
Then, Yan Shao felt awkward about both explanations, so he spat and said, "I'm only tolerating you because you're Yun Zai, kid. I'm suing you."
= =.
Because you are the cloud.
real.
When Yan Xi met Aheng at the Wen family home, he was comforted to see that she and her family were getting along well and warmly.
The child simply ignored him. When she saw him, she would exchange a few polite words and then disappear into the kitchen, living room, bedroom, or any place where he wasn't around. He forgot, or perhaps there was some other reason, but he never mentioned having Aheng stay at the Yan family home for a few days, even though, for Aheng, the Yan family home felt more like her own.
Si'er laughed, "How could you be so cruel, Yan hope?"
Yan hope, however, with her big, round eyes, went crazy following the children's channel's rag doll, belting out high notes: "Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no ears, how strange, how strange..."
Ah Heng covered her ears, added clear broth to the copper hot pot, and muttered under her breath, "What? It's a tailless creature. Do you think you're a broken record?"
Siwan, a gentleman, didn't cover his ears but instead faced the wall and chuckled, trembling incessantly with reddened eyes. Yan hope kicked him, giving him a longan-sized eye roll as a bonus.
People in City B love to eat hot pot in winter. In particular, the more traditional ones prefer charcoal-fired copper hot pots with tall chimneys and thinly rolled lamb slices. The sight of a family sitting together creates a lively and festive atmosphere.
However, if the charcoal isn't of good quality, it's prone to producing black ash, leaving people covered in soot and sometimes even sparking, which can be quite frightening. But since the family loves it, Wen's mother has no choice but to spend several days preparing charcoal before the New Year, which takes a lot of effort.
This year was relatively good. One of the soldiers that Wen's father used to lead came to Beijing before leaving the military and brought several bags of good charcoal. He said that he knew the old customs of Wen's family. Although they were just cheap things, they would be useful for barbecue and hot pot.
In addition, they also took a blue cloth bag, sea-colored, which they said contained the remaining belongings of Deputy Commander Wen.
When Wen's mother opened it, she found a thick, hard-covered diary and several unsent letters, one of which was addressed to Wen Heng.
Ah Heng read the letter, folded it neatly, and placed it at the bottom of the drawer. Then, he wrote another letter carefully, burned it, and kowtowed three times before his father's memorial tablet. The sound of the kowtows was so loud that Si Wan and Si Er were terrified. Such a firm kowtow made it difficult for the descendants to do it. When it was their turn to kowtow, they gritted their teeth and banged their heads against the floor with all their might. Dad, we are just as filial!
They stood up, each with a bump on their head. Ah Heng had a slight edge, while Si Er covered her bump and squinted, a masochist.
Ah Heng sighed helplessly, "I have my reasons, why are you arguing with me?"
Yan hope held a bowl with a few slices of hot pot meat in it, and peeked out with his big eyes, "Are you done kowtowing? If you're done, go out and eat hot pot. I'll light some incense."
The three silently gave way.
With a grin, I put the bowl aside, lit some incense, and kowtowed to the memorial tablet. "Uncle Wen, Happy New Year! Eat less meat in heaven, watch out for your cholesterol. Also, please bless your nephew with abundant wealth, beautiful women around, and may all your wishes come true!" ^_^
Two people were speechless, while one person turned pale.
On the 29th of the year, the Wen family elders had just finished eating hot pot with a stranger surnamed Yan when it started snowing outside. It began as a light snowfall, but later turned into a heavy, fluffy snowfall that lasted all afternoon before finally stopping.
Da Yi, being a child, knocked on the Wen family's door as soon as the snow stopped and started a snowball fight with a group of people.
Yan hope said, "I'm an elegant person, I don't usually do such childish things..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ah Heng slammed a snowball down on Yan hope's head, landing squarely on his head.
Da Yi and the other two laughed heartily, exclaiming, "Oh, elegant ladies!"
Yan hope patted the snow off his head, bared his teeth, glared angrily, and laughed.
Before she could even put on a smile or call out to her daughter, Ah Heng mustered all her strength and threw another snowball at her.
Yan hope thought to himself, "What have I done to you? You've been back for over ten days and haven't even given me a smile. You're constantly making things difficult for me. I love you so much, and this is how you repay me?"
She stood in the vast expanse of white snow, some distance away, so her expression was not visible.
He was holding his breath and was about to leave when Ah Heng threw a snowball at the back of his head.
Yan Xi was furious. He made a small snowball and threw it at Aheng.
Da Yi didn't see through their trickery and just grinned foolishly. I joined in too, making snowballs and getting two snowballs each, one for each of us.
Later, they realized something was wrong. He was basically a one-sided guy, the kind who only gave and never received. The two of them completely ignored him, exchanging sweet nothings with snowballs, going back and forth, their passion intense and their destructive speed almost comparable to an atomic bomb.
Damn, this is too enthusiastic and too lewd, I can't take it anymore.
Da Yi covered her eyes, turned her head, and said to Si Wan and Si Er, "Look at these two, their eyes are staring straight at each other, it's like lightning and fire."
Siwan sighed, "Yes, they're almost at the point of fighting."
Si'er pulled Dayi along, saying, "Alright, alright, let's go back first. Looking at these two mentally challenged kids, I have indigestion."
Meanwhile, Yan hope jumped up and down to dodge the snow. He got warm from running, his face turned as red as a peach blossom, and sweat appeared on his forehead. He made a big snowball, grinned maliciously, and ran forward to throw it at A Heng.
Ah Heng was hit in the nose, squatted on the ground, covered her nose, and didn't get up for a long time.
Yan hope laughed heartily, patted the snow off his body, walked closer, half-squatted down, rested his hands on his knees, his hair covered with snowflakes, and said, "You got what you deserved, huh? You were so bad."
He reached out a hand, wanting to pull her up.
Ah Heng, however, grabbed his arm with lightning speed... and with a pull, Yan hope lost his balance and fell face-first into the snow.
Yan hope was furious. He pulled his head out of the snow, turned to the side, and rested his head on the snow. He said, "What did I do to offend you? Even if you sentence someone to death, you have to give an explanation."
Ah Heng spoke succinctly, clearing his throat—"Three hundred thousand."
Yan hope's wallet shrank instantly. "Ah, three hundred thousand! Three hundred thousand! Objectively speaking, it's not an unacceptable number for me. But subjectively, I don't have six hundred thousand, nor eight hundred thousand, so it's three hundred thousand..."
...
...
...
Ah Heng smiled faintly, "Objectively speaking, what you're saying isn't Earth language; subjectively speaking, what you're saying isn't something a human like me can understand."
Yan hope broke out in a cold sweat, stammering for a long time before finally speaking, "He, you, you all..."
Ah Heng smiled, tilted her head back, lay down beside him, rested her head on her arms, looked at the sky, and said, "We are fine. Thank you for your 300,000 yuan of concern, Young Master Yan."
Yan hope didn't speak, but he could smell the gentle scent of pine resin on her body for a long time. Then he chuckled softly, "Did I still mess things up?"
Ah Heng laughed, her tone light as if joking, but her hand was gripping Xue's hand at her side—"Okay, Yan Xi, I'm serious. If you dare to kiss me, well, on the lips, I'll forgive you and your 300,000. How about it?"
She was gambling, even being defiant, which had nothing to do with her gentle nature, but it was a calm way of tearing open the desires and even inferiority complex in her heart.
Yan hope was stunned. After a long silence, he stared at the person beside him with a complicated expression, as well as the person's... mouth.
He knew a saying: "Thin-lipped people are fickle-hearted."
Ah Heng's lips are very thin, and they are often dry in winter. However, she can be nominated for the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars and the Best Model Youth, which obviously has nothing to do with being heartless.
She smiled slightly as she said that.
She wants him to kiss her.
Yan hope gently reached out his hand, hesitated for a few moments, and then gently stroked her eyebrows, eyes, and nose with his fingers, lingering on her cheeks with great tenderness, but he was reluctant to touch her lips.
His silly girl was a shameless girl; her bright eyes looked at him quietly and without flinching, yet a hint of disappointment flashed across her face.
She said, "Yan hope, I knew you wouldn't be able to kiss me, I just knew it..."
He thought, what do you know, and how much do you know...?
In an instant, like a whirlwind, he kissed her lips fiercely, exploring wildly inside, his tongue intertwining tightly with hers.
In his daze, he heard her heartbeat, a tender, almost drowning feeling of love.
This is truly the most beautiful sound in the world.
Chapter 90
Chapter 90
On Lunar New Year's Eve in 2004, the Wen family was very lively.
The Xin family grandfather and grandson, Lu Liu, Chen Juan, and Sun Peng, for some reason, seemed to have made a pact to all step into the Wen family's gate at the same time.
The situation is strange, and everyone is very sad.
Old Xin glanced at the beautiful and charming Chen Juan, wondering if she was a boy or a girl, but he didn't care, assuming she was just a relative of the Wen family. With a loud voice, he shouted, "Wen San'er, I'm here! Quickly make some tea!" He lifted Xin Dayi in his large hand as if she were a chick and strode into the living room.
Xin Dayi felt guilty and broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't stop his grandfather from coming to the Wen family for the New Year on a whim, but he knew Chen Juan would definitely be there, and their relationship was somewhat complicated, so he really didn't want him to meet his grandfather.
Chen Juan glanced sideways at Xin Dayi, fanning himself while sneering. He had barely stepped into the Wen family's house when Lu Liu arrived.
Chen Juan turned his head and stared at Lu Liu for a long time. They pretended not to know each other and entered the Wen family's house peacefully.
Before everyone had even settled in for three seconds, Sun Peng, braving the snow, walked in. After smilingly wishing Old Man Wen and Old Man Xin a Happy New Year, Old Man Wen's mother outwardly expressed her surprise at having little Peng come, but inwardly she was grumbling. Although the neighbors had a good relationship, it wasn't to the point where he was supposed to freeload off other people's New Year's Eve dinner. Of course, the Xin family and their family were close, Chen Juan was all alone in Beijing with no one to rely on, and the Lu family had a 30% stake held by the Wen family, so that was one thing, but what was this kid all about?
Sun Peng handed over several large boxes of gifts, all of them expensive skincare products, saying they were for Aunt Wen and Grandpa Wen, and that Grandpa Wen had asked him to wish Aunt Wen and Grandpa Wen a Happy New Year.