good night warlord

After opening it, Gu Qingyi saw a little boy, only two or three years old, wearing a pair of plaid overalls, holding a book and reading it seriously in the dim study room.

This...is a little different from what she imagined.

When Zhan Shiyan indicated that she could continue to turn, she turned the back.

The second photo is still that little boy, he is wearing a small black suit, although he is very young, he can vaguely see Yan's eyebrows and eyes during the war.

In the photo, there is a round cake in front of the little boy, with five bright birthday candles lit on it, which was taken on his fifth birthday.

Looking at this photo, Gu Qingyi always felt that something was wrong.

Celebrating a birthday should be fun, but she didn't see him smiling in the photo.

Seeing the doubts on her face during the war, Yan turned his eyes away and looked out of the dark window:
"Before I was five years old, I thought I was an orphan..."

Gu Qingyi looked up at him in surprise, his cold face was full of loneliness, she felt a little distressed:
"why?"

Doesn't he have a mother?Why do you think you are an orphan?

During the war, Yan got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the balcony of the study:

"I grew up in Hancheng since I was a child, but I was only accompanied by Aunt Zhou and Uncle Fu. They took care of my daily life, supervised my studies, and assigned me various tasks. When I was five years old, I've just finished college for a normal person.

Before I was five years old, I didn't leave the battlefield for a day, thinking that everyone's life was the same as mine. "

Gu Qingyi was a little dumbfounded, five years old?Learned so many things for a long time.

No wonder he was the only one in his photos, no wonder he couldn't even smile.

"Until I was five years old, my mother came to Hancheng and told me that I still have my mother, my father, and other family members.

And putting me in Hancheng and ignoring it is to train me to become a qualified heir. "

Gu Qingyi opened her eyes wide, looking at the man in front of her who was about to merge into the night, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

That was a life she had never been involved in. Even if she was reborn again, she would not be able to accompany him who was so lonely when he was young.

She had heard for a long time that the big family would have some perverted elite education, but now she really heard him talk about this boring childhood where only learning was left, and her heart ached.

"Although I didn't really adapt to the sudden appearance of my family at the beginning, I still worked hard to fulfill the requirements my mother gave me.

On my eighth birthday, I got an invitation to an Ivy League college.

It was also that day that I heard the conversation between Aunt Zhou and Uncle Fu.

Only then did I realize that I was not regarded as an heir at all. On the contrary, the entire Zhan Family did not know of my existence.

I am just an illegitimate child, an illegitimate child who was secretly born by my mother and cannot be known by the public.

If I didn't have outstanding abilities, my mother wouldn't even appear in my life in this life.

Isn't it ridiculous? "

When Gu Qingyi heard his self-deprecating, she was so distressed that she blamed herself so much, why did she keep asking him about his childhood.

Too smart and precocious, he was deceived by his mother when he was eight years old, knowing that he was abandoned by his mother. Even, he is so outstanding, in the eyes of his mother, he is just a pawn that can be reused.

It was hard for her to imagine how he accepted such a fact when he was eight years old.

Wordlessly, she hugged his back tightly, and tightly encircled him with her small hands, wanting to warm him a little with her embrace:

"Not funny, not funny at all, if what you say is true, I hope it's false."

During the war, Yan still narrated slowly, as if he regarded himself as an outsider, as if the eight-year-old boy who overheard the secret was not him:
"Yi Bao'er, I didn't believe it either, so I secretly ran to the capital city to find my mother, but, you know? I was slapped hard by her because I pushed the real heir of the Zhan family away." to the ground.

I believed what Aunt Zhou and the others said, and I also accepted the fact that I was an illegitimate illegitimate child.

I stopped studying, and I also rejected the invitation of the Ivy League College. I started to sneak out of the house without telling Fu Bo to see the outside world, and then, I met..."

His voice gradually became inaudible, but Gu Qingyi knew that he was thinking of Gong Yimian.

She wanted to say that it's okay, even if he really told about how he and Gong Yimian met and fell in love, she wouldn't mind.

"She is very small, but she loves to smile at me, even if I have never smiled at her, she always smiles at me like an angel every time she sees me.

Yi Baoer, do you know that feeling?

She is like a light, illuminating my dark world. "

Lu Qing nodded silently, every child was once a pure angel, but the experience of the society has painted a heavy color on the pure heart of the child.

"She grows up day by day, she is very smart, very beautiful, her family is very good, she is like the dazzling princess in the fairy tales I have seen, but I am just a shameless illegitimate child.

I know that I like her, and I don't want her to be too far away from me. Even, as long as I think that she will grow up and start holding other boys' hands in the future, I can't accept it. I know, I'm in love with her.

I went back to studying and started learning things that I found disgusting.

My mother knew from Aunt Zhou that I had returned to the track she arranged, and was very happy with my change.

But I never thought about going back to the Zhan Family, I just wanted to be worthy of her. "

Gu Qingyi's hand holding him is getting tighter and tighter. Now, she is even a little thankful that Gong Yimian appeared in his youth and became a ray of light in his life, helping him out of the haze.

Her heart was very heavy, and what Gong Yimian said was true the deeper you hate, the worse you love.

If this is the case, even if Gong Yimian always occupies a corner in his heart, should she accept it?

During the war, Yan's big palm covered her small hand wrapped around her waist, and when she found that the back of her hand was a bit cold, he turned around and hugged her into his arms:
"It's been a long time since I thought about my childhood.

Because my childhood experience was so unhappy, when you asked me before, I didn't know where to start for a while.

Yi Baoer, right..."

These three words were intercepted by Gu Qingyi's small hand and did not finish. Gu Qingyi's eyes were full of affection, and his lips were a little cold when his fingertips touched him. No wonder he was always expressionless and frowning. She couldn't help it. Raising her hand to caress, her fingertips traced his eyebrows, eyes and nose, the night breeze was slightly cool, but her voice was firm and warm:

"Wartime Yan, I can't participate in your past, but I will accompany you to the end in your future."