Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

The study of Wenxin Yaqin, chess, calligraphy and painting was soon on the agenda. Basically, she studied Guqin in the morning, calligraphy at noon, Go for two hours in the afternoon, and reading in the rest of the time. In the evening, she had three years of junior high school courses. The schedule was tight and tight. Enriched, I feel that I am growing every day. This kind of feeling of holding knowledge in my own hands is like holding my own future.

Wen Xinya sat under the viburnum tree and watched the chess record. The afternoon sun passed through the viburnum and fell on her body in small pieces. The breeze blew gently, and the light was like a dancing elf.

Four words suddenly came to mind: the years are quiet!

"Xinya!" Old Master Mo called her in a low voice.

Wen Xinya raised her head blankly, "What's the matter, Grandpa?"

Mr. Mo introduced to her, "This is Si Yiyan, my guest. He will stay at Mo's house for a while. He has studied with me for several years, and he can be regarded as half of my student."

Wen Xinya discovered the man standing next to her grandfather, about 20 years old, tall and straight, with a visual measurement of about 1.8 meters three, Xiu Jun's figure is bathed in the yellowish warm sun, there is a kind of unconscious breathlessness She is peerless and clean, her long eyebrows extend towards the corners of her arms, like the outstretched branches are elegant but hard to conceal her arrogance, her slightly squinted eyes are narrower and more beautiful, as if focusing on the heat of the sun, with a breathtaking The scorching heat that dare not look directly is enough to burn thousands of enchanting magnificence, the thin lips are slightly pursed with a clearness, an aura as hard as a jade mountain is about to collapse.

He was actually such a handsome, proud, cold, indifferent, and cold man!

Wen Xinya's pupils shrank, she turned her eyes away and stretched out her hand to him: "Hi, Mr. Si, I'm Wen Xinya, please give me your advice in the future."

She said so, but Wen Xinya didn't want to provoke him. The aura of this man was too strong, which gave her an inexplicable danger, as if something was getting out of her control and moving in an unpredictable direction little by little. Development, she doesn't like this feeling very much.

Si Yiyan, she tried hard to search the memory of her previous life, and determined that this name did not appear in her memory in her previous life, so she took an attitude of respecting this unknown person.

With a playful smile on Si Yiyan's lips, he reached out to hold Wen Xinya's hand: "Hello, Miss Wen, it's better to be famous than to be famous."

She was wearing a light pink long dress, with slices of tangled peach blossoms protruding from the long skirt. The peach branches were enchanting and the peach blossoms were glowing, which made her beautiful and beautiful.

Wen Xinya frowned slightly, why did the words 'Miss Wen' come out of his mouth, there was such an inexplicable playfulness, was it her illusion?He spoke as if he knew her.

"Xinya, Yiyan is very good at calligraphy and Go, you can ask him if you don't understand anything." Mr. Mo frowned slightly and looked at the two people who were going back and forth in front of him. An inaccessible atmosphere.

Wen Xinya nodded: "Understood, grandpa!"

For ignoring him like this, Si Yiyan's eyes flickered with a slight coldness.

Wen Xinya glanced at Si Yiyan from the corner of his eye, his slightly raised eyebrows were surprisingly sharp, his thin lips implied sharpness, he stood there silently, his posture was as elegant as a bamboo, but There is an aura of overlooking the world.

Wen Xinya frowned, such a character is only seen in two lifetimes, is he really just half of Grandpa's student?

Such a character is considered to be controlling the existence of a certain force no matter what, why did he come to stay at Grandpa's house for a while?What is his purpose?

Mr. Mo seemed to sense his granddaughter's indifference and alienation towards Si Yiyan and hurriedly said: "Xinya, I'm going to Nancheng to attend an exchange meeting tomorrow, and I will stay there for about seven days. During my absence, you must not Be lazy, I will check your homework when I come back."

Wen Xinya took her grandfather's arm and asked, "You're going to Nancheng to participate in the exchange meeting. Why haven't I heard you mention it before, and it's been so long since I went there for a week. I will definitely miss you."

Mr. Mo was so fooled by Wen Xinya that he even forgot about Si Yiyan beside him: "Because I was worried that no one would guide you in studying piano, chess, calligraphy and painting after I went, I didn't plan to go, but fortunately, Yiyan came over I'm relieved to entrust you to him to guide you."

Wen Xinya glanced at Si Yiyan resentfully: "Look, grandpa, if you hand me over to an outsider to guide me, it's better for you to teach me yourself, right?"

Si Yiyan felt numb from her slightly angry eyes, and frowned slightly when she saw that she was keeping him at a respectful distance: "This time, the participants of the Nancheng exchange meeting are all those who are highly respected in the literary world. Characters and literati are mostly high-minded, and they seldom gather together, so this exchange meeting is of great significance, and the old man can't miss it naturally.

Mr. Mo smiled and said: "Yi Yan is right. It's rare for a few old guys to gather together. Naturally, I can't be absent. You stay at home obediently and wait for me to come back to bring you a gift."

Wen Xinya's face was full of black lines, and she was treated like a child to coax her, but she was still in front of an outsider.

Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya eating turtles, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Don't worry, you won't be lonely with me by your side."

Wen Xinya felt that these words sounded wrong and ambiguous no matter how she heard them, she turned her head to look at grandpa, but she didn't seem to hear him, could it be that she was the only one with a problem with her ears: "Uncle, the word loneliness is It doesn't fit me well."

"Uncle is calling me, huh?" Si Yiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were narrow and beautiful, filled with a faint coldness.

The word "um" has a thousand twists and turns, but it is entangled with deep danger and coldness.

"Is there? Is there anyone here who fits uncle's age?" Wen Xinya looked left and right, but didn't look at Si Yiyan. She remembered that she had used such a tone to Wen in the St. Jolan brand store in the Pearl Mall. Yuya had spoken, at that time she wished she could reach out and grab Wen Yuya's neck, to see her struggling and desperate in her palm.

She looked left and right to show his guilty conscience, with cunning and agility, which made his chest swell slightly, with a little satisfaction: "Don't think that if you don't admit it, I don't know that you are calling me." .”

Wen Xinya smiled and said, "It's a good habit to be seated according to the number, remember to keep it!"

Feeling guilty after finishing speaking, Wen Xinya deliberately calmed down: "Grandpa, I haven't finished reading my chess records yet, you continue to chat, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he slipped away from Mr. Mo.

"This kid likes to joke sometimes, don't you mind!" Mr. Mo said with a smile, but in his heart he thought that Xinya and Si Yiyan would be a little kid if they stood together, and he was not like an uncle.

Si Yiyan looked at the scorching and beautiful figure that was fading away, like a jade flower and a jade tree, full of splendor, and there was a kind of beauty that made him hold his breath.

It seems calm and rational, but in fact there is a kind of reckless madness in his bones, and he still has a scoundrel and ruthlessness in his body when he was on the streets. Such contradictory traits are not abrupt in this Miss Wen. I suspect that Miss Wen can perfectly control these traits, this Miss Wen is indeed a bit different.