Chapter 71

Ah Heng often thinks, can memory never fade away? If not, it's terrible. It means that she will never forgive herself.

Those scenes, constantly spinning in my mind.

"Ah Heng, no matter where you go, you can't let your father fly, you know?" That's her mother, very serious and serious.

Ah Heng nodded and nodded with gentle eyes. She said, "Mom, I remember."

Mother rubbed her hair and was busy packing their clothes. For a long time, she said again, "don't forget, ban, absolutely! Say it again to me. "

Ah Heng looked at her and repeated it carefully, word by word: "absolutely, no, let dad fly." It's like a child learning to speak for the first time, and then he asks carefully, "why?"

Her mother gave her a hug, gently and smiling: "ah, that, your father and he --"

but her father coughed and called "Yunyi" to interrupt her. She picked up the bag, took aheng's hand, nodded and left. Mother looked at them, even the back seems to become warm.

In her heart, her parents stand in the same picture, deeply in love, belonging to Wen Heng, it seems that only this moment.

She stopped in front of the grave in the cemetery, crouched down and quietly looked at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone. Handsome, rugged, upright and man, the man who gave her life, deeply loves her father, who is surnamed Wen. This is all her positioning for his short life.

Oh, and forget one thing: a sad man killed by his own daughter.

Death, death, the profundity of the word, was also taught to her by him.

Even, there is no way to argue.

He said, "don't tell your mother, she should be proud. This is our father and daughter's secret, only I and my little ah Heng only know the secret

Two years later, on January 8, the last day she stayed in B city, heavy snow drifted in the endless cold day, and the world was boundless.

The inscriptions on the inscriptions were already indistinct in the snow. She gently wiped the snow away with her hands, and her fingertips slid across the uneven inscriptions.

She is not entitled to participate in the monument, although the person who lies here forever gives her the surname Wen.

Wen Siyun, the widow, smiles and thinks it's the end, but when she moves to the next line, her finger is stiff.

The isolated six characters, beautiful regular script and sharp piercing are the result of repeated seal cutting.

Wen Hengyan's heidaishu

her nose was sour, she held the tombstone, her drooping forehead was stuck on the bone chilling cold, her clean sleeve corners were stained with snow, and she was suddenly cold.

She thought that she just walked a turning distance, but in her eyes, it was a vast ocean of wanton sea.

If it is not the time of parting, then can I understand that you and I are still alive when we leave?

Not far away came the sound of deep and shallow footsteps, heavy and dull in the snow.

Ah Heng spread snow to smooth the footprints and went to the opposite direction of the tree. A row of tombstones in front of her blocked her completely.

In this weather, few people come to the cemetery. She leaned out her head and saw the back of a line of five. With an umbrella, the snow color is not very clear, only two men and three women can be distinguished.

They stopped and stood where she had just stood.

The first woman took the umbrella and put the bouquet in front of the grave. With white flowers on her bun, she spoke bitterly with a yearning tone: "Anguo, my children and I have come to see you." Behind him, the young man and woman knelt down, sobbing in the cold snow.

It's just sad tears like this. It's really envy.

Aheng looked at them, and only remembered the endless indifference. It seemed that when they left her, they did not have one tenth of the sadness at the moment.

Silent mother, in her kneeling in front of the Wen family two days and a night later still indifferent mother.

She frowned and said, "ah Heng, that's enough. Mom doesn't want to see you now." she closed the door tightly.

She looked at her with compassion in her eyes, as if looking at the dying life of a kitten or a dog. She said, "I told you, don't be paranoid. Family, hope, friendship, in this dirty courtyard, all don't wishful thinking. I told you. " From her hands high down, is the letter of Z big.

Wind with snow, continuous fury, buried the past, and the sad music in the sky rotation.

In the wind, the distant sound only left a thin syllable, intermittent into her ears. Wen's mother took the couple standing in the back row and said, "Anguo, you don't have to worry. Xiao Xi has a girlfriend and is a good girl. Today, I'll take her to see you. It's no worse than our ah Heng. Don't worry. "

The couple, a black haired boy in a brown coat with an umbrella, was standing beside him with a petite girl, tugging at the corner of his coat in a playful and dependent manner.

The girl teased: "Yan Xi, your former father-in-law has admitted me, you can only marry me in this life, do you know?"Yan Xi.

Say Hope.

Ah Heng thought, the name is really nice.

When they were young, she often frowned at the people all over the world, pointing fingers and feet: "ah, I tell you, Yan Xi can be annoying, really, it can be annoying."

It is the little thought of holding the baby in her hand and showing off her baby to the whole world, but afraid that others will covet it and turn it into criticism.

In fact, Yan Xi is good.

Aheng bowed his head and sucked his nose, but his eyes were full of tears. Turning to leave, but impartial, step into the tree hole, startled in the dead branches of the crow nest, black pressure, flying around the tree in the snow.

Ah Heng is afraid of being noticed and his body shrinks inward. Fortunately, the hole is big enough.

"Anybody?" It's Sylar's voice.

Approaching footsteps.

Ah Heng's lips are dry and his pupils are tight. He stares at the outside.

A pair of brown leather boots, getting closer and closer. So close that she could even see the creases in the man's jeans at the knee bend.

Finally, stop.

She buries her face and looks deeper into the darkness, covering her nose with her hand and suppressing her breath. But I heard the breath of the visitor, panting slightly in the snow.

He fixed his eyes on the tree hole and clenched his fists.

"Yan Xi, what is it?" Asked SYL.

He completely covered the hole in the tree, turned his back to block the sight of Sylar. His face was expressionless and he said plainly: "if you can't see clearly, it should be the nest of wild rabbits."

"Oh, really? I like little rabbits best. They are so cute. " Thinking suspiciously, she stepped forward to see clearly.

Ah Heng looked through the weak light. The young man's coat looked very warm and warm.

He moved away, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "maybe it's a weasel. The weasel is also very cute."

SIL changed his face, glanced at him from a distance, and could not see clearly. He turned and walked away.

Lingering in the nose of the faint milk fragrance, hand, can embrace the familiarity and peace of mind.

Aheng felt that his heart was blocked.

Can't move, absolutely Can't move.

He stood quietly holding the handle of the umbrella, looking at the tree hole for a long time. In a trance, even his big eyes became gentle. After all, he put down his umbrella in silence. Then, he took off his leather gloves, bowed down, and gently placed it at the hole of the tree.

Turn around, lonely footprints, all the way forward.

A tree and a flower, under the bodhi tree, brush past, stand to become a Buddha. This time, really, really, I don't know you.

In the distance, the little girl smashed a snowball at him with a flying smile: "Yan Xi, I didn't expect you to be so kind to small animals. I like you more and more. What should I do? "

What to do?

Yan Xi wiped the snow on his face, bowed his head and opened his mouth indifferent: "then I like it."

When aheng returned to H City, it was Gu feibai who picked up the plane.

He looked at her, his face was still calm, but his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

"Where have you been?" he asked

Ah Heng thought about it. He read books in the hotel six days ago, and paid a grave on the last day. He simply summed up: "stroll around casually."

Gu feibai saw the umbrella in her hand and spoke faintly: "is the snow in B city very big?"

Ah Heng nodded his head gently.

He squinted: "it's not like you. Don't you always hate pink? "

Aheng chuckled: "it was left by a kind-hearted person who loves wild animals. I just picked it up."

Gu feibai chuckled: "other people's things, I don't know if there are bacteria, how can you pick them up at random? Throw it away

Ah Heng was stunned at the spot.

He said, "I can buy thousands of them and give you one every day for 365 days. This one, just put it in the dustbin, how about it? "

Aheng frowned, listening to Gu feibai's words, seemed to take some provocative meaning.

"Why, don't you want to throw it away?" Gu Fei glanced at her coldly.

Ah Heng handed the umbrella to him and chuckled, "throw it away. Whatever you like. "

Gu feibai looked at her, no emotional voice: "what about you, are you also with me to deal with?"

Aheng stepped back, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, but he didn't have the slightest smile: "feibai, this joke is not funny. You know, I'm flesh and blood, equal and free as you are, and there's no reason for you to deal with it. "

Gu feibai put his hand into his pocket, bowed his head, and for a long time, he laughed: "I want to learn soap opera to hold you and give you a kiss that can't breathe. It's good if you or I die. But, Wenheng, you are boring. "

Aheng Leng, ah, and then, with a smile: "feibai, this is not our way. The fast-food love with a fast pace of life needs to ignite passion with a kiss."

Gu Fei's little light in his white eyes was extinguished in a flash, dim: "however, we don't even have enthusiasm."

He opened his mouth and made up his mind to say what he wanted to say, but aheng smiled and whispered, "feibai, you can talk about anything later. Well, you can do it after 0:00 on January 10. Now, I'm tired. "With the take-off of the aircraft not far away, roaring, covering all the sound sources.

She looked at Gu feibai's eyes, coughed lightly, and her face was flushed, gentle in landscape, embarrassed and serious.

"I'm really fit to be a wife," she said. If you ignore enthusiasm, can you think about it again? "

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