Chapter 14

"Where are the beauties?" Yan Xi threw up an earth shaking in the dock. He was blue faced and clutching aheng by the corner of his coat. He decided to hate her until he died. As a ghost, he would not let go of the eight generations of Wen family.

Ah Heng looked at the young man's big eyes and touched his nose.

She is innocent.

There are many "beauties" on the ship, but they are not real beauties, but a kind of small black fish. They are small, fat and ugly, but they taste delicious. They are called "beauties" by fishermen. Therefore, she is not a liar.

However, Yan Xi saw the "beauty" on the table, just like the eggplant that had been beaten by frost. He closed his mouth and glared at Wenheng with his beautiful big eyes.

"Little sister, let your elder brother taste the fish, I just shot up, fresh." The boatman was an old fisherman, dark skin, smoking dry smoke, sitting on one side, warm mouth.

"Grandfather, I know." Ah Heng nodded with a smile and repeated the old man's words to Yan Xi.

Yan Xi looked at the small black fish full of aluminum pots and poked it with chopsticks. His face was gloomy and his appetite was not big. He has just been seasick and vomited for a while, and his stomach is very uncomfortable.

Ah Heng sighed and asked the old man, "grandfather, do you have mint leaves?" She knew that fishermen had the habit of picking mint leaves in their mouth to refresh themselves.

The old man went to the bow of the boat, held a small jar and handed it to Yan Xi with a smile.

Young people pull out the plug, the cool sweet peppermint, pot, is a dark red plum, looks very attractive.

"It's bayberry." Ah Heng bent his eyebrows.

"It's made with mint leaves. Let your brother eat some." The old man spoke with a strong tone of water town and puffed the dry tobacco with great effort. The little dots in his pipe were clearly extinguished.

Yan Xi chewed several pieces in silence. At first, he felt that the taste was very strange, spicy and astringent, and there was no sweetness. But after eating a few, he felt that although the taste in his tongue was not delicate enough, it had a unique flavor, and the discomfort in his stomach was gradually suppressed.

Aheng light phase, clip a piece of fish, pick the thorn, put into the Yan Xi bowl.

Yan Xi always enjoyed the treatment of emperor at home. Li Baobao helped him to tidy up comfortably. He never worried about eating.

Now aheng caught a fish for him and took pains to pick the fish bone. Because of his inertia, he ate it naturally, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with it. Ah Heng didn't think too much in his heart, just did what he wanted to do, and he didn't pay attention to it at all. This behavior implied spoiling and intimacy.

When both of them regarded it as normal, it was not a big deal. After dinner, mouth wipe, you do your Yan Xi, I do my Wenheng, bridge is bridge, road is road.

Small black fish is the old man took the lake water and stewed with red pepper, absolutely natural, delicious and tender. Yan Xi ate contentedly, the gloom in his eyes gradually melted away, the hot sweat came out, and the cold seemed to have gone a little bit.

The night gradually deepened, the lake reflected the moonlight, sparkling, silver rippling.

The old fisherman helped them make their beds. Yan Xi and ah Heng sat in the bow of the boat, looking at the mountains and rivers unconsciously.

The winter in the south, not cold in the north, only with if there is no cool. The wind blowing gently, the water waves slowly along a direction, round swirls, one after another, overlapping the passage of time, random and gentle way, but easy to let people indulge in it can not extricate themselves.

Yan Xi's slender legs are folded together, sitting comfortably with a little childish.

Suddenly, the boy's mouth was smiling.

He hummed a little tune.

Aheng has never heard of it before. The song is full of languor, light comfort and complete style of Yan Xi.

However, the unexpected sounds good.

Later, by chance, she learned that the song was G.L.'s classic love song "willingly.".

Love is a willingness.

The lyric was written in a definite way, and Yan Xi hummed at will. It didn't correspond to the scene at that time, but it happened to be her feeling after many years.

Yan Xi got up and turned back to the cabin. When he came out, he held the drawing board and an oil lamp.

"You want to draw?" Ah Heng tilted his head and asked him.

The youth nods, the black hair is gently lifted up by the wind, showing a smooth forehead.

"Draw what?" She laughed.

The boy pointed to the green hills around the lakeshore. He sat on the boat board, bent his knees, and put the drawing board on his leg. Beside his white hand, there was a whole box of paints.

Aheng helped to find a black thick porcelain plate from the cabin. Yan Xi washed it with lake water, and then, as a magician, under the dark yellow light, he drew out a few tubes of pigment and slowly adjusted the color with his hands.

He picked up the brush, not the casual expression of the past, but with concentration, all the mind is focused on the drawing paper in front of him. With the brush between his index and middle fingers, he measured the position of the brush gently. His lips were pursed. His black eyes did not have a trace of emotion. He looked cold and serious.

When aheng watched him slowly and firmly print the scenery of lakes and mountains on pure white paper, he was more moved than surprised.Nature has created too much beauty, which is often ignored by cooling and exists alone. People may look at it with admiration and appreciation, but they are always helpless because of the beauty, and the desire to have torments the soul.

But when she saw the continuation and publicity of its life - just a thin piece of paper, all measured by its lonely years, but in a flash of time, her heart's desire for this beautiful has been completely stopped. What surprised her was the talent of her youth, but she was moved to have a chord for a landscape.

Time passed, he could not stop writing, she could not stop her eyes, with a wild madness.

I don't know how long it took, the boy finally wiped the last stroke with his thumb and lost the pen.

"Good looking." Aheng looked at the painting. Although he knew that he described it badly, he still bent his eyebrows and laughed.

Yan Xi also laughed. He took out the paper reflecting the landscape from the painting board, holding a corner with one hand and drying it slowly with the wind.

"For you." The young man gently handed the painting to her. Her delicate eyebrows were flying, and her black eyes were full of cunning. "However, you have to help me."

Aheng Zhen and heavy ground held the drawing paper in both hands and nodded seriously. When he looked up, he found some abnormal blush on the young man's face.

A Heng heart a tight, reach out to the young man's forehead, but found that the hot is frightening.

Oh, no, I have a fever!

The young man reached out and pushed her hand over his forehead. There was a trace of unhappiness in his eyes. He said plainly: "I'm ok." Then he got up and went into the cabin.

When aheng followed him into the cabin, Yanxi was already covered with quilts, and curled up on the bed motionless. She stood by the bed with the oil lamp in her hand. After all, she moved a small bamboo stool to sit at the foot of the bed and blew out the lamp.

Outside the cabin is the sound of water waves, rushing through, slapping, and then, still, flowing.

Under the moonlight, she looked at the curled up figure on the bed. The figure outlined the blur, and the unreal feeling became stronger and stronger.

Aheng's heart was empty. She knew Yanxi knew she was here. She knew that with her, the boy would not let go of her guard and have a good rest.

But she was holding the smoked oil lamp and refused to let go. Her hands were full of the terrible temperature when she just touched her finger pulp.

She wanted to do something, but found her existence meaningless.

Aheng always felt that he was stupid, but the young man's mind was so clear that she could never see it again. Yan Xi insisted on his dignity. He would rather have a fever than a stranger approach him at will.

So she sighed and quietly turned her head to go out.

At this time, the boy was in the stuffy ground issued a groan. Aheng's heart was tight, and he turned around in a hurry to get out of the cabin and call for the fisherman.

"Wait a minute." A hoarse and slightly tolerant voice.

Ah Heng turned back, and the young man sat up with his hands on his back. Under the moonlight, his lips turned white and his face became more and more rosy. After a long time, he began to speak weakly: "Wenheng, you can talk with me for a while."

"You are ill." Ah Heng spoke softly.

Yan Xi bowed his head impatiently and his tone was slightly uneasy: "I don't like strangers approaching me."

After a long time, he began to speak weakly: "Wenheng, you can talk with me for a while."

"You need, rest." Ah Heng shakes his head.

Yan Xi gave a faint smile and ignored ah Heng. Wu opened his mouth: "Wenheng, how old did you learn to speak?"

Ah Heng looked at him quietly and said nothing.

"When I was one year old. Guard Li held me and asked me to feel his throat and listen to his pronunciation. The first word he taught me to say was "Mom." I learned it, so I cheerfully called "Mom" to him. Unfortunately, he didn't praise me for being clever

Yan Xi smiles and breathes heavily: "really, for such a small child, shouldn't it be encouraged?"

His voice was strong and light, but it was like a sponge immersed in the water and slowly fell.

"One and a half years old, when I was learning to walk, my old man was squatting on the ground waiting for me to approach. At that time, it was too small, I felt that the road was too long, I was very tired, but I wanted to get the sugar in his hand. That's siwanhe The American sweets that we didn't have were sent back by those two people - sorry, I'm not used to calling them "Mom and dad.". I think if I get it, I can show it to Siguan. " Yan Xi's speech speed is a little fast. After finishing, he lies on the quilt and laughs.

Ah Heng's lips were dry and astringent. She approached the youth, raised her hand, and then put it down powerlessly. She said with a smile, "then?"

Yan Xi laughed more than once, and then raised his head for a long time. A thin layer of sweat was exuded from his forehead: "I made a fuss to ask security guard Li to take me to Siguan's house, with sugar in his hand, and was ready to show it to him with complacency. Then, Sister Zhang told me that uncle Wen and aunt Wen took Siguan to the children's Park, and they would come back in the evening. "

She looked into his eyes, and the light, which flowed slowly, was like the tide, beating and passing away.

"I didn't see Siwan until evening. However, the boy still dares to smile at me. So I beat him to tears... " The boy closed his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes trembled gently.Aheng's mouth is dry, she doesn't know what to say. At that time, she was still in her infancy, and she would only hide in her mother's arms and sleep with her hand. Although mother is not a mother, it is the source of all hope and love.

"Yan Xi..." She called to him hesitantly, apologetic. I don't know what I'm sorry for.

But the boy did not answer, he was leaning on the bed, already asleep, his hands had been curled tightly, baby posture.

Ah Heng sighed and took his bed to Yan Xi. After confirming that he was asleep, she gently laid him down on the bed and watched his head slowly sink into the soft pillow.

In the middle of the night, ah Heng burned hot water and applied towel several times. Fortunately, it was only a low fever and a layer of sweat. When it was near dawn, the temperature of the boy had returned to normal.

She has been thinking about what Yanxi said to her, and some of them are willing to let her know.

Sick people are too fragile to hide themselves. The man who could not be disguised was not within the scope of what she should have seen, which was still familiar to her.

She is not sure whether Yan Xi still expects her to know this fact when she is sober.

Many years later, the dust settled down, asked about this, Yan Xi smile: "just fever, not drunk."

Those words, really want to tell her.

Aheng shakes his head. She doesn't think Yanxi is a person who is willing to talk. In fact, a lot of times, because it was buried too deep, she thought about it.

Yan Xi hesitated and began to speak for a long time: "ah Heng, although I never said that, at that time, I really regarded you as a future wife, even if you didn't know the inside story. Because, I always think, husband and wife, should be frank

Ah Heng smiles bitterly.

When Yan Xi regained consciousness, it was early morning, and a light mist appeared on the lake.

He moved his finger slightly, trying to get up, but he felt heavy.

One quilt, two quilt, and single.

Yan Xi raised her eyebrows and mischievously tried to push the girl away, but she found that the girl's hand was holding her left hand tightly. In an instant, she was still in place.

He frowned, for a long time, scattered the displeasure between the eyebrows, smile, gently pushed the girl's hand, carefully got out of bed.

He stretched out and felt that he had a good night's sleep, but his body was sticky and wet with sweat.

Yanxi sniffed his shirt in disgust. His nose was eight feet away from him, but it was unrealistic. So he stepped out of the cabin and called out to the bow: "ah, ah, I'm going to go ashore. The young master wants to take a bath."

The old fisherman in the straw hat laughed and waved to him.

Ah Heng also laughed. She just woke up, but afraid of Yanxi's embarrassment, she pretended to be asleep.

But now, I'm really sleepy.

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