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Life on the ranch is peaceful.

It was the horse racing season, and more guests came to the ranch.

Ai Yan sat under a tree and read a book.He wasn't too old, but he wasn't too young either, and his energy wasn't as strong and his mind wasn't as quick as before.

I just still love to read.

When Han Weihua returned to the pasture, he saw Ai Yan sitting there leaning against the tree, holding a book in one hand and grabbing the tea next to him with the other.It was midsummer, the sun was fierce, but it was cool under the trees.

Han Weihua walked over quickly, reaching out to grab Ai Yan's hand, but Ai Yan blocked it subconsciously, using hands and feet to prevent Han Weihua from getting closer.When he realized that it was Han Weihua who came, Ai Yan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You're back?"

Han Weihua knew that for people like them, sometimes certain reactions almost seeped into their instincts, even if they had forgotten everything, they would not forget this.He grabbed Ai Yan's hand again, leaned forward and kissed Ai Yan.

The others were no strangers to their intimacy, they all pretended not to see them and went about their own business.

Han Weihua asked: "What are you looking at? You are so engrossed in watching, show me too."

"A memoir, written by He Zhongshi." Ai Yan smiled even more, "That guy used to have a young heart, but now he's relegated to the second line, messing with words every day. This memoir is written It’s what we did back then. It was kept as a secret before, but now it’s disbanded, so we can write it out. The director’s son, He Zhongshi, is planning to make a film, talking about building military stars and enhancing the younger generation’s sense of national honor. , This young man has a set of ideas, it's really amazing."

"He Zhongshi, I only give you the memoir when it comes out, not me." Han Weihua took the "Memoirs of a Lone Wolf" and flipped through it, and immediately threw it back to Ai Yan with a snort, "It's too poorly written. , The details that should be detailed are not detailed, and the whole pile that should not be detailed is not interesting at all. If you want to read it, I will write a book for you, only for you to read!"

Ai Yan glanced at Han Weihua in surprise: "Really?"

Han Weihua nodded.

Ai Yan was dubious.

The next morning, Han Weihua received the letter paper placed beside his pillow.The letter paper is the most common, nothing fancy, only a horizontal red line separating the horizontal lines.Han Weihua's handwriting is good. After all, he is the eldest son of Han, and Mr. Han is very strict with him.

The content made Ai Yan dumbfounded——

"When we were five years old, we went to a newly opened kindergarten. He loves to laugh and talk, and he is very popular in the kindergarten. The teacher likes him, and the classmates also like him. There is also a foreign teacher in the school, who always pulls He wants to teach him to speak foreign languages. I hate that foreign teacher, so why should I hold on to him? I hate that girl in the red dress, she is too delicate, she cries with tears when she falls, and it takes him a long time to coax her Stop it. I hate everyone, I just want to play with him, I don't want to go to kindergarten."

Ai Yan put down the letter paper and saw Han Weihua coming out of the bathroom.He glanced at Han Weihua: "Is this the memoir you were talking about?"

Han Weihua said: "Of course. Didn't you forget? I will recall a paragraph for you every day, and I guarantee that you will never forget it even if you want to. How about it? I wrote it well, right?"

Ai Yan commented objectively: "The handwriting is not bad."

The content of the writing is a bit unflattering.

Even if he hadn't forgotten the past, he probably wouldn't have thought that Han Weihua had such thoughts so long ago.Perhaps it was because of such fanatical feelings that they were beaten to death and still refused to turn back.

Ai Yan said, "Don't let your father see this thing."

Han Weihua leaned closer and kissed him: "I told you earlier, I only show it to you."

Since then, Ai Yan has received "memoirs" of various lengths written by Han Weihua every day.

"Elementary school is also very difficult. The children in the compound are all in the same school, and many surrounding residents are also studying here. There are more people who like him. When I think about staying with these people for five years, I have to be with them every day. It's annoying for these guys to rob him. He still loves to laugh so much, and he won't complain when he is bullied. Instead, he puts on the airs of a brother and gently advises me not to do this. I'm older than him, why pretend to be a brother! I'm the one Brother! I bullied him even harder, and every time I forced him to call me brother, I felt very happy."

"I got into a fight with the seniors in third grade because I heard them say nasty things about him in the bathroom saying he was good-looking. Those guys are usually so pompous, but they're so weak when they fight Chicken, boring. He walked over with a small face, looking very unhappy. I didn't want to repeat what those guys said, so I just stuck my neck and said that simply looking at those guys was not pleasing to the eye, so I did it. "

"After returning home, he and I went to the training ground to fight. He won. He looked so thin, but his explosive power was much stronger than mine. I was not convinced and wanted to come again, but he knocked me down again. Too much Angry, how could I lose to him! I swear I must beat him!"

"Father also came to fight with me. In fact, he just wanted to beat me up. I was beaten up by him first, and then by Dad. It's really shameful. One day I will be stronger than them all, let's see how proud they are!" "

During elementary school alone, Han Weihua wrote for a full month.Ai Yan looked at the childish content that was completely opposite to the handwriting, and wanted to laugh, but was a little sour.He asked Han Weihua why he remembered the past so clearly. Han Weihua said that he had been thinking about the past over and over again during the ten or twenty years when he couldn't find him, for fear of missing anything.

By the time of the Chinese New Year, Han Weihua had finished writing about their past.

Ai Yan could vaguely feel the outline of the past.

It's just that after the New Year, Han Weihua refused to write any more.The rest is the part where he is abroad alone. There are guns and bullets, and there are scorching sun. Every day, he licks blood with the tip of a knife and has no fixed place to live.

There is no need to elaborate on these things.

Ai Yan did not force Han Weihua to continue writing.

The days passed by.

One morning when Han Weihua woke up, he found a piece of letter paper beside his pillow.The handwriting on it was familiar to him.

Ai Yan's handwriting is better than his since childhood, but it is relatively more delicate.Even if he can fight better than him, Ai Yan's temper is still gentle, which is naturally reflected in his handwriting.

Ai Yan also wrote memoirs.

But Ai Yan wrote it backwards.

Ai Yan wrote about the grassland life after losing his memory.

Write about what happened before the two separated.

Wrote the heartbeat of two people.

I wrote about the childhood time of two people.

When he received the last letter, Han Weihua took the letter and questioned Ai Yan: "What do you mean when you see me for the first time and think I'm stupid, annoying, and weak? What do you mean? Please explain to me clearly!" He He grabbed Ai Yan and threatened, "If you don't make it clear, I'm going to kiss you."

Ai Yan hugged him with a smile, and kissed him on the lips.

The author has something to say:

Uncle's episode is over!

In fact, they are already HE, and there is nothing special to write 23333