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She was used to using flirtatious tactics to gain power around Zhou Hechen, but she still didn't restrain herself after returning to the Lin family. Even she could tell that Ye Banlan's thoughts were impure.

But it was this look that pleased Lin Weilan.

Mrs. Lin was so angry that she couldn't bear it.

This sentence made the originally quiet restaurant even more silent at the moment.

Ye Banglan slowly raised his head and said calmly, "What did you say?"

She supported her chin with one hand and swayed her jasper earrings.

She was smiling slightly, but it felt as if the mountain was overwhelming her and the wind and rain were coming.

It’s hard to imagine that an eighteen-year-old girl would have such a sense of oppression from someone who has been in power for a long time.

Mrs. Lin looked stern and frowned: "What's wrong with you? It's natural for elders to teach younger ones. Is it possible that you are like glass that breaks at the touch of a touch? You can't explain it?"

"Second sister-in-law, what you said is wrong." Xu Peiqing, who had never spoken, said lightly, "You haven't raised her for a day, how come you have become her elder?"

Mrs. Lin just laughed scornfully.

In the Lin family, only Lin Nieyu's family was worthy of her friendship, and Xu Peiqing only gave birth to one son.

It's one thing to study well, but no matter how good you study, you can't return to your hometown in Yunjing.

Lin Weilan said calmly: "I am indeed old, and there are already young people who want to replace me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

"Mom!" Mrs. Lin was startled and said with an apologetic smile, "Mom, that's not what I meant, I just wanted to help you -"

Lin Weilan didn't look at her and hummed: "Go to the ancestral hall by yourself."

Mrs. Lin's smile solidified: "Yes, Mom."

Her movements when getting up were also very stiff, and Lin Qingwen didn't dare to speak for her.

Lin Weilan coughed: "Look what I'm doing, eating."

"What Mom said is that everyone should eat." Lin Handu greeted hurriedly, "Qinqin, eat more shrimps, we will be practicing the piano later. To turn the tide, you should eat some too."

"Fortunately, I didn't say anything. Otherwise, I would be the one kneeling in the ancestral hall." Lin Yue patted his chest and whispered, "But sister, I think grandma must have lost her head."

Lin Qin was noncommittal.

After dinner, Lin Weilan called Ye Banglan into the study.

Lin Qingwen went up to the ancestral hall on the top floor, where Mrs. Lin was kneeling on the futon.

He shook his head: "You were impulsive today, don't do it next time."

"Am I impulsive?" Mrs. Lin sneered, "She asked the old lady to give her a company with just one sentence. If she continues to coax her, won't the old lady also give her the Lin family?"

She and Lin Qingwen only have one son, but the Lin family is proud to have a daughter.

This is equivalent to giving up the idea of ​​returning to Yunjing's family, and she can only go to please Lin Zhenyu's family.

"That's a company that's about to go bankrupt. Just give it to me if you give it." Lin Qingwen didn't care, "She can't hold her up. My mother has an old health condition and may leave one day."

Mrs. Lin was not comforted and said: "I just can't stand her charming look! The Zhou family couldn't get enough of her, so they came to our place again to get rid of her. With a few words, she made the old lady so happy. She is just like her mother."

Ye Banlan's family situation was complicated. She had already heard about it when she was brought back by Lin Huaijin six years ago.

Lin Jiayan, the eldest son of Lin, has disappeared. His wife has remarried to a wealthy family in Hong Kong, leaving Ye Turning the Tide as a dragster.

He didn't change his surname after returning to the Lin family. How could he look like the Lin family?

"Her mother..." Lin Qingwen's expression turned serious, "Have you contacted her again?"

"Is it possible? If I had such a terrible daughter, it would be nice not to stay away."

"Too."

Lin Qingwen nodded.

Even if Lin Weilan protects her at night, it won't last long.

**

Ye Banglan came out of the study. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the Lin family had dispersed.

Xu Peiqing also left the old house with Lin Wenli.

"You are really reckless today. Fortunately, your grandma is in a good mood." Lin Huaijin felt a headache. "What do you want that small company that is about to go bankrupt? Do you still know how to do business?"

Ye Banglan asked him: "Uncle, do you expect that one day, China will become the center of world culture, economy, and art, and once again be the number one?"

Lin Huaijin was stunned: "What?"

Ye Wanlan looked at the sky and smiled silently: "I'm looking forward to it."

"The more you talk about it, the weirder it gets." Lin Huaijin frowned, "By the way, from now on, you should avoid your second aunt. She has a bad temper and is strong. It is probably your cousin who has put her in a bad mood recently. Don't provoke you when there is a conflict. Grandma is not happy."

Ye Banglan hummed, indicating that she heard him.

The phone vibrated at this moment, and a text message came in.

[Early morning bar, old place, pick me up. 】

No signature.

Ye Turning clicks delete and blocks the number.

"What's wrong?"

"Scam text."

Lin Huaijin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

**

The next day, Sunday morning.

Lin Weilan had a rare night without dreams, and she was full of energy: "Houyu, you and Qinqin help me go to Nancheng to deliver something to Tingyue."

"Okay, Mom." Lin Handu agreed, "You must rest more and don't get tired."

Lin Weilan was in a good mood: "I know it well."

Lin Handu smiled: "It seems that turning the tide will really help your body."

Lin Weilan sighed: "This child is suffering..."

Lin Handu was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. After changing his clothes, he took Lin Qin and drove to Nancheng.

Nancheng is a small city adjacent to Jiangcheng, only an hour and a half drive away.

Although Nancheng is small, it has a strong cultural atmosphere, a developed tourism industry, and many craftsmen and intangible cultural heritage inheritors.

Lin Qin didn't like it here. Every time Lin Handu took her to find Yan Tingyue, she had to walk a long way in the wild.

She wore rain boots today to prevent her pants from getting dirty.

"Aunt Yan, I'm here to help my mother bring you something today." Lin Handu put the box down, "How is your health lately? I see you are very happy today."

Yan Tingyue smiled: "I have a successor, so it's rare for me to be happy."

Lin Handu was surprised: "Heir?"

She knew that Yan Tingyue, like Lin Weilan, was the inheritor of China's intangible cultural heritage.

The difference is that Lin Weilan plays Guqin and Yan Tingyue plays Kunqu Opera.

In that battle three hundred years ago, China's civilization was completely destroyed and its inheritance was lost.

Later, it was rebuilt on the ruins. After being hit by the industrial revolution, it only focused on economy and heavy industry, but its culture fell far behind.

Even though Kun Opera is known as the "ancestor of all operas", it has not fallen far behind.

Yan Tingyue studied under Qu Sheng and had a very high status in the cultural world. She only temporarily lived in seclusion here. There are also rumors that she is a descendant of King Xiaoyao, one of the princes of the four directions.

Her vision is too high, and finding a successor is as difficult as reaching heaven.

"Yes." Yan Tingyue's smile deepened, "I underestimated the little girl now. Her song is amazing. If it hadn't been the first time I saw her, I would have thought she had been learning from me for a long time."

Lin Handu was even more surprised: "Still a little girl? That's really amazing."

Lin Qin also pricked up his ears.

How small can it be?

"Yes, she said she would come over at noon." Yan Tingyue nodded, "If you are not busy, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and see us later."

Sister Lan, Wen can sing and play the piano, and Wu can go into battle and kill the enemy~

I would like to thank many of you for sending birthday wishes at midnight. I am one year older and it has been six years since I started writing. I would like to thank you all for always being there. There are still many readers who have followed me from my first book to the present. From Yunge To Sister Lan, I hope you will still be here in the new year~

ps: The book is fictional, and the stories of historical dynasties are also fictional. Please do not substitute them into reality~