"I don't think I'm a stubborn person." Yan Xin has always been gentle, her heart is not hard-hearted, there is no way to be absolutely tough.

Yan Xin rinsed the cup and made another pot. She sprinkled the tea leaves and waited for the tea leaves to disperse. While waiting, she said to Qiao Xin, "Sometimes I wonder if I am too sober. If I can Be a little more confused and less persistent, will everything not change?"

When Yan Xin asked Qiao Xin, she was also asking herself.

If the person next to her pillow is under pressure, and she is so likely to sleep with peace of mind, Yang Yang can feel the troubles and anxiety deep in Yan Xin's heart, even though Yan Xin always hides her negative emotions in her heart and refuses to show them , but it doesn't mean Yang Yang can't see it.

When Cong'an called Yan Xin several times, Yang Yang was by her side, and she could see the anxious and disappointed look on Yan Xin's face.She communicated secretly with Cong'an, and the details slowly unfolded in the conversation between the big and the small.

Yang Yang understood the attitude of the people from the Yan family, but he couldn't understand why they had this attitude. There was no fierce opposition, let alone support. Instead, it seemed like a stalemate.

Yang Yang made a decision. She knew she shouldn't go to Yan's house. When Yan Xin still insisted that she didn't want to get involved in this matter, she should keep silent, but she thought it was not her fault to do nothing. character.

She drove to Yan's house and waited at the intersection in front of Yan's house.

The house of Yan’s family is an old house assigned by the government, maintaining the original colonial features. The red brick house in the big yard is particularly dazzling. Yang Yang sits in the car and fantasizes about Yan Xin’s childhood life. I know which room Yan Xin lives in, whether it is the room with a small balcony near the sycamore tree, the room with wooden windows next door, or the room with large windows facing south.

She imagined Yan Xin lying on the window thinking about things, and wondered if she would occasionally look out the window to express her thoughts of a young girl.

The balcony door opened suddenly, and the little girl in the floral skirt came out. She was only a little higher than the iron railing, and Yang Yang only saw her long hair.The little girl ran back into the room again, brought out a chair, stepped on it and finally emerged her head.

It was Cong'an, the little girl from Cong'an waved to Yang Yang, Yang Yang got off the car and waved with her.

After Cong An waved his hand, he jumped off the chair and ran back to the room. Yang Yang raised his hand in the air, not knowing what to do next, that hand seemed redundant.

Soon a small figure ran out from the big iron gate and ran towards Yang Yang.

The beautiful little flower skirt and little red shoes are as beautiful as a fairy tale, and there are two ponytails that keep shaking. This little girl seems to have come out of a story.

Yang Yang squatted down and caught Cong'an. Cong'an said, "Auntie, where is Mommy?"

"Mummy is at home, your grandma won't let her come to see you."

Cong An pursed his mouth: "Who made Mommy stupid? Every time I go home, I have to tell my grandma. Grandma will let me go first, but she won't let me see Mommy. Auntie, is what grandma said true? ?”

"What's real or fake?"

"Grandma said that Mommy was confused by you, and she said she doesn't want grandma, grandpa and me." Cong Anban counted the number of people.

Yang Yang picked up Cong'an. Cong'an was not young anymore, and it took a little effort to pick him up. Yang Yang said: "Idiot Cong'an, why would your mommy not want you! She misses you every night. Will cry, have you cried?"

"No." Cong An said in a low voice.

"That's right, it means that Mommy loves you more than you love Mommy."

Cong An whispered, "I miss Mommy."

The familiar little face was about to cry, Yang Yang wanted to take Cong'an home so that Yan Xin could see her, but reason prevented her from doing so, it would not do Yan Xin any good, it would only harm her and the Yan family. The misunderstanding is deeper.

When she was struggling in every possible way, Cong An said: "Grandpa wants me to take Aunt Baa Baa to drink tea."

"You mean your grandfather knows I'm outside."

Cong'an nodded vigorously: "Yeah, grandpa told me."

"Is your grandfather fierce?"

"Grandpa is a kind-hearted old man." Cong An's smile is so bright.

The saying that children never lie is wrong, at least in the current situation, Cong An lied to her.Since Ann told her that Father Yan is a kind-hearted grandfather, Colonel KFC's kind and kind smile appeared in her mind. In fact, this is what the kind-hearted grandfather looks like in her mind, at least children like it Grandpa KFC isn't it.

As a result, as soon as she came in, she was crushed by Father Yan's aura, and she couldn't move at all.

Yan Rong made tea and played chess with himself. He was the only one manipulating the black and white chess pieces. He held a chess record in one hand. He seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time. think.

Cong An called her grandfather several times before drawing Yan Rong's attention.

Yan Rong nodded to Yang Yang and said, "Sit whatever you want."

Yang Yang sat down in one position, holding his breath and waiting for Yan Rong to speak.

Yan Rong thought for a long time without coming up with a result, so he closed the game record, looked at Yang Yang, and said, "How long have you known Xin Xin?"

"Eight years."

"Eight years, did you start eight years ago?"

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