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After Ying Shuhuan took off the contact lenses, everything he saw with his eyes became blurred.

His eyes belonged to the type of genetic mutation, his parents' pupils were both black, but his eyes were blue, looking like a mixed race.

Ying Shuhuan usually wears black contact lenses, the first is to block out the color of the eyeballs that are different from ordinary people, and the second is because he is a little short-sighted, if he doesn't wear invisibility, he can't distinguish between humans and animals five meters away.

It's no secret that Ying Shuhuan's pupil colors are different from ordinary people's. His fans basically know it, but they don't mention it.

As for myopia, it's not that he made his eyes look bad the day after tomorrow. He heard from his parents that he was born with this condition. It was congenital poor eyesight. I don't know the reason, but it was born in the womb.

Early the next morning, Jiang Min sent someone to give calligraphy to Ying Shuhuan.

When Ying Shuhuan got this handwriting, he pretended to appreciate it seriously. Although he couldn't appreciate calligraphy, he also instinctively realized that this is a rare and good article.

It's still my grandfather's favorite autumn style!

Well, without further ado, I just have a rest today, so I hurried to find my grandfather, and while he was happy, I would tell you about the divorce...

In fact, it only takes half an hour for Ying Shuhuan to go from home to Mr. Ying's house, and the distance by subway is only five or six stops.

Mr. Ying’s courtyard is still hidden deep in a low-key but luxurious alley. Walking through the path full of French plane trees, stepping on the plane tree leaves that fell on the ground in autumn, the creaking sound accompanied Ying Shuhuan’s journey. Soon, a simple and solemn courtyard came into my sight.

The security guard stood at the door, seeing that it was Ying Shuhuan who came, he quickly called out "Young Master", and opened the door voluntarily.

Ying Shuhuan walked in excitedly, and just happened to see Mr. Ying exercising in the yard. His favorite bird called "Long'er" was chirping and screaming enthusiastically at Ying Shuhuan, as if he wanted to get out of the cage. He rushed out so that he could get closer to Ying Shuhuan.

"Go away, don't bother me, dead bird." Ying Shuhuan threatened the bird in the cage.

Mr. Ying stopped his slow Taijiquan, took a sip of tea, and looked like a fairy.

He just didn't look at Ying Shuhuan with a straight eye, he just looked sideways, and then let out a "hum".

Ying Shuhuan immediately became obedient: "Grandpa, what are you humming me for? Do you know what I came here to give you today?"

Mr. Ying: "You don't come here, I'll be thankful if you didn't come to see me die."

Ying Shuhuan pouted, her beautiful fox eyes widened, and her tone was very obsequious: "Why do you miss me so much all the time, I'm very filial, okay? Grandpa, I'll beat your shoulder."

Old Master Ying looked at him with raised eyebrows, the meaning was obvious, he meant that Ying Shuhuan would not go to the Three Treasures Hall if he had nothing to do, and if he had nothing to do to show courteousness, it was either adultery or robbery.

Mr. Ying's guess was very accurate. Ying Shuhuan came this time to discuss with Mr. Ying about divorcing Ji Yuan.

It stands to reason that divorce requires the consent of both husband and wife, but it is not possible in Ying's family.

Their family is a bit of a big feudal family, and the marriages of the younger generation can't be decided by themselves. It's either a commercial marriage or a commercial and political marriage. In short, they must maximize the benefits of marriage.

Ying Shuhuan's two elder brothers both had decent and good marriages. When his eldest brother got married, it was reported in the newspapers for a week, and the Weibo trending search also followed for a week. He married an Olympic female champion who won glory for the country. .

His second brother fell in love freely with the daughter of the richest man in Hong Kong. He fell in love at first sight when he was studying. Because he was in the same family, he got married not long after graduating from university, and now he has two children.

Only the marriage between Ying Shuhuan and Ji Yuan was arranged by Mr. Ying, and the reason for the arrangement was extremely ridiculous and nonsensical.

So much so that everyone in the Ying family couldn't accept it back then, thinking that the old man was a fool, how could he ruin his grandson's life with the reason of repaying his gratitude.

Moreover, anyone with eyes can tell that among Mr. Ying's three grandsons, the one he loves the most is Ying Shuhuan.

Therefore, Ying Shuhuan and Ji Yuan's marriage and divorce cannot be decided by themselves, and Mr. Ying must nod.

Otherwise, Ying Shuhuan will encounter endless troubles, and the old man of his family is very revengeful.

Mr. Ying sat at the table, ordered the housekeeper to cook two bowls of porridge, and asked the kitchen to cook a few refreshing side dishes according to Ying Shuhuan's favorite.

Ying Shuhuan tapped the expensive pear wood table with his index finger, and the thoughts in his head were spinning rapidly.

Otherwise, I'll test Grandpa's attitude first, and then decide whether to give calligraphy or not?

If Grandpa agrees to the divorce directly, I will also send a copy of calligraphy, isn't it a waste?

Such a good thing, of course, should always be used as a gold medal for avoiding death!How can you use it all at once on the spur of the moment!

Hmm... Let me see if Grandpa's thoughts have changed.

If he agrees immediately, I will save the calligraphy for the next time.

Mr. Ying is in good health because he served as a soldier in his early years.

Although he is already 78 this year, he looks like he is only in his early [-]s, and he is physically strong, and he wields a walking stick with great power.

Ying Shuhuan looked at the crutches placed beside Old Master Ying, and his calves ached reflexively.

Damn it...was it okay to be beaten by this crutch from childhood to adulthood?

Ying Shuhuan was silently apprehensive, and decided to find a way to disarm his grandfather first.

In order not to kill him with a blunt knife, Ying Shu Huan quickly said his request for coming here: "Grandpa, I want to divorce Ji Yuan."

The old man stopped drinking tea and raised his head to glance at him.

Ying Shuhuan sat upright like a primary school student, his back was stiff.

Mr. Ying slowly put down his teacup, and then slowly put his hand on the pear blossom wood faucet crutch.

Ying Shuhuan: ...

It was too late to say it, but Ying Shuhuan immediately held the hand of Mr. Ying on the crutch.

The two looked at each other silently, only their hands trembling slightly, engaging in a fierce game.

Ying Shuhuan's eyes revealed a look of horror, and he shook his head with difficulty: "You pretend I'm not thinking about anything."

Old Master Ying's gloomy face didn't look much better, and Ying Shuhuan knew that he had said something wrong just now, and was so annoyed to death, but he didn't dare to take his hand away.

Nonsense? This is not it!Take it away and he will die!

Moreover, the old man had great strength and quick reactions, so Ying Shuhuan had to use both hands to hold down the hand of old man Ying holding the cane.

The table shook slightly during the game between the father and the father.

I don't know who will pick up the crutch first in the next ending, and I don't know who will hold the crutch first.

The butler served two bowls of porridge properly, and said politely, "Master, young master, let's eat something to fill your stomach first, don't be hungry."

Ying Shuhuan didn't eat breakfast before he came, and his stomach hurt a little, but when the housekeeper reminded him, he immediately smelled the aroma of porridge.

He quickly snatched the old man's crutches, and then quickly handed it to the housekeeper, heaving a sigh of relief: "Uncle Cai, go get busy first, Grandpa and I will eat alone."

What Ying Shuhuan meant was to let the butler, Uncle Cai, run quickly with a cane. The farther the better, the better he could send the cane to the Atlantic Ocean.

In Ying Shuhuan's eyes, Old Man Ying who had lost his cane looked a lot more kind, and gave him the illusion that he wanted to reconcile with him.

He couldn't help relaxing, and was just about to pick up the porridge when he suddenly saw Mr. Ying, who pretended to be reconciled with him, open the hidden compartment under the pear blossom wooden table, and pulled out a new crutch from inside with lightning speed.

Under Ying Shuhuan's bewildered and unbelievable eyes, he slammed down hard.

In the quaint courtyard, the screams of young people sounded.

Ying Shuhuan scolded while hiding behind the tree: "Old man, you are full of tricks! When did you put a stick under the table! You never knew it before!"

Old man Ying was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, and from time to time gave Ying Shuhuan's calf or back a slap: "To deal with you, you little cunning, old man, can I not hold back?"

"Hey, don't hit, don't hit, I'm dying of pain! My leg is broken!" Ying Shuhuan quickly jumped up, his limbs coordinated like a nimble fox.

Mr. Ying chased after him and beat him, and behind Mr. Ying were the housekeepers and nannies who were not surprised. Everyone looked a little helpless, and they followed Mr. Ying calmly and said words of persuasion.

As a housekeeper who has experienced Ying Shuhuan's childhood, adolescence and rebellious period, this scene is no stranger.

It's just that every time Mr. Ying beats Ying Shuhuan, it's thunderous and rainy. It seems to be very lively, but in fact, no stick is hard. Ying Shuhuan's body is delicate, and he will howl for a long time.

Twenty minutes later, Ying Shuhuan sat at the table in a daze, gnashing his teeth and looking at Mr. Ying.

Mr. Ying gave a condescending "hum", and childishly said, "Not convinced?"

Ying Shuhuan groaned and drank the porridge: "Who is not convinced!"

After he finished his porridge, he thought about the divorce again.

Ying Shuhuan had sworn in front of Ji Yuan that he would be able to persuade Mr. Ying to let the two of them divorce.

Since Ji Yuan wants to play hard to get to the end, Ying Shuhuan will play with him and see who regrets it in the end!

After the meal, Ying Shuhuan observed Old Master Ying's expression, and said, "Grandpa, actually the main purpose of my visit this time is to give you a piece of calligraphy."

The old man closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him. After a while, he said, "Are you trying to bribe me?"

"How can I. Why would I bribe you? I'm showing filial piety! And it's your favorite autumn body, grandpa, why don't you take a look." Ying Shuhuan can be soft when he can't be tough. He has never acted like a baby. It's very handy, Mr. Ying opened his eyes and looked at him, his heart softened.

"Bring it to me to see."

His grandson is good at everything, but his temper is too bad.

What's more, Jiu Kaijun blocked the shot in order to save Ying Shuhuan, and he was sent to the hospital for three days and two nights but failed to get him back. Before he died, he had only one wish. will regret it.

Unless it is Ji Yuan himself who proposes a divorce - of course, this seems unlikely.

According to the intelligence feedback obtained by Mr. Ying, Ji Yuan should like Ying Shuhuan very much.

More importantly, his name and previous life...

Mr. Ying didn't know what to think of, and sighed silently.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or fate.

Ying Shuhuan rummaged around in the schoolbag he brought, and finally found the Qingjun side in autumn style calligraphy that was about to be squeezed into dried plums in the interlayer.

He flattened a piece of paper as if offering a treasure, and placed it in front of Mr. Ying.

In the beginning, Mr. Ying was not interested in the calligraphy that Shu Huan could bring over. After all, his little grandson liked motorcycles, football, and skateboards since he was a child. It was a very young man's hobby, and he had never received the influence of Chinese quintessence at all.

Most of the calligraphy he could find was handed over to him after being selected by others, and the ultimate goal was just to please himself.

All in all, nothing fancy.

Moreover, all the better calligraphy on the market have been collected by him. Mr. Ying has extremely strict requirements on calligraphy, and the calligraphy of ordinary famous masters cannot catch his eyes.

Therefore, he only glanced at the calligraphy that Ying Shuhuan brought over.

At first glance, it was still written on cheap rice paper, without a frame, and without any treatment.

Ying Shuhuan also noticed this when he took out his hand, and he regretted a bit: This looks too shabby, I should have gotten a picture frame earlier.

Immediately, the last trump card in Ying Shuhuan's heart was useless.

Before he came, what kind of flood had washed his head away, thinking that such a small piece of calligraphy could make grandpa change his mind?

Damn, it's a fantasy!

Forget it, I'll take it back.

Ying Shuhuan felt a little ashamed, and when he was about to take back the calligraphy, the old man's expression suddenly changed.

At first he only glanced at it, not much.

Later, he frowned slightly, picked up the calligraphy and read from the first line.

The more he looked, the more Mr. Ying frowned, until 1 minute passed, the expression of Mr. Ying could no longer be described as normal.

Ying Shuhuan originally wanted to take back the calligraphy, but when he saw Mr. Ying's expression, he froze for a moment.

I saw the old man's whole face was pale and bloodless, his lips were trembling slightly, his eyes were fixed on the content of the calligraphy, and when he listened closely, he could still hear him muttering: No...impossible...no Will do……

Ying Shuhuan also frowned, feeling startled and curious.

In his impression, he had never seen his grandfather lose his composure like this. He felt as if he had been hit by a heavy punch. His forehead and palms were covered with sweat, and his expression was terrified. Excited.

What is written on it?Ying Shuhuan thought silently, could it be some curse words?

"From, where, where, looking for, coming from."

In the next second, Grandpa's gaze fell on Ying Shuhuan like a sharp sword, and Ying Shuhuan was caught off guard.

The old man uttered these words word by word, as if he had used enormous strength to utter every word, so that he could restrain himself from falling to the ground on the spot.

He stood up abruptly, almost overturning the chair. This is a mistake that the old man who always pays attention to etiquette will never make.

When Ying Shuhuan saw his grandfather's expression, he didn't seem to hate calligraphy very much. For a moment, he thought that he had something to do, and was about to mention the divorce with Ji Yuan while the iron was hot, but stopped when he saw his grandfather. Stop the sound.

The whites of Mr. Ying's eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Ying Shuhuan's arm with an abnormal force, as if he couldn't get out today unless he told where this article came from.

Ying Shuhuan was taken aback by his grandfather's expression, and said truthfully, "Jiang Min gave it to me."

After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to speak anymore, because the old man's behavior scared him a little.

Mr. Ying ordered Ying Shuhuan to take Jiang Min's photo with a serious expression he had never seen before.

Ying Shuhuan felt that Grandpa was simply making trouble out of no reason: "Jiang Min is filming, how did you find her? Grandpa, why are you looking for her? Do you still want the calligraphy written by this person? I'll just contact you for you. What are you doing?" Such a big reaction, so scary."

It may be that Grandpa's behavior was too strange, Ying Shuhuan intuitively knew that it was not a simple matter, so he sent Jiang Min a WeChat message immediately, asking him who wrote this calligraphy.

Old Master Ying paused for a moment, and he was reminded by Ying Shuhuan that he realized his gaffe just now.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and the spirit on his face disappeared instantly, and he turned into an old man who was full of preoccupations and hiding countless secrets.

Correct……

I lost my temper.

Mr. Ying thought silently.

It's really because when he read this article about Qing Jun's side, he couldn't describe it as overwhelming.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the whole person was split in half.

Too familiar... This Qingjun side is too familiar!

That was when he stood on the street in Chang'an, among the officials, and listened to the man read it out sentence by sentence!

Mr. Ying clearly remembered that after his death, all the materials related to him were burned up in a big fire, including this article on the Qing Dynasty.

In other words, this article has not been handed down at all!

And he has also confirmed that there is indeed no official history or unofficial history that has preserved a complete Qing emperor's side.

Why did an article about the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, which was not passed down hundreds of years ago, suddenly appear in Ying Shuhuan's hands?

For a moment, Mr. Ying had mixed feelings in his heart.

And this handwriting, he can't admit it wrong, this is his handwriting!No one in this world can write such good characters anymore!

Even the little habit of writing is the same, I like to prolong the last stroke.

He is too familiar with that person's handwriting, and in every notebook written, there are comments from that person...

But, it doesn't have to be him.

Mr. Ying covered his face deeply, his heart was in a mess.

What if it's just that the handwriting is very similar, what if this article about Qing Jun is circulated somewhere he doesn't know...

So many what-ifs, what-ifs are all coincidences...

Mr. Ying had a splitting headache, sat down on the stool, closed his eyes and meditated.

That's right, how could he be sure that that person might be the same as himself, already...

However, looking at Ying Shuhuan with a puzzled expression in front of him, the old man felt a lot more sad: After all, Xiaohuan didn't...

Where did he get the confidence to think that he appeared again?

I can't be hasty, this matter has to be thoroughly investigated, whether it is that person or not, I have to know who wrote this Qing Dynasty.

The old man made a decision in his mind, opened his eyes, and said coldly: "It is absolutely impossible for me to agree to the fact that you want to divorce Xiao Yuan. Unless Xiao Yuan comes to tell me in person, there is no need to talk about the rest. I Can I not know the little Jiujiu in your heart?"

As soon as Ying Shuhuan heard it, it was over. He reached out to grab the calligraphy on the table sullenly, but was slapped away by his grandfather: "The calligraphy is here with me."

Damn, I lost my wife and lost my army?

Ying Shuhuan was shocked. He didn't get anything done during his visit today, and he was even beaten... Wait, did I come here today just to get beaten? !

However, grandpa doesn't seem to dislike calligraphy that much?Haha, that's still a joke, at worst I'll ask Jiang Min for two more!

It's just that Mr. Ying's gaffe just now was firmly engraved in Ying Shuhuan's mind, making him also full of doubts.

Grandpa looked like he saw an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, and that old man must be very important to him, that's why he lost his composure.

In this way, Ying Shuhuan has to figure out who the calligraphy writer is, maybe this person is the most critical condition for him to divorce Ji Yuan!

After thinking this through, Ying Shuhuan suddenly felt that the sky was open to see the bright moon.

Seeing that old man Ying's condition was not good, Ying Shuhuan didn't stay and disturb him, and asked the housekeeper to help grandpa to the bedroom to rest, while he promised to help grandpa find out who the calligraphy writer was.

Mr. Ying repeatedly told him to take it to heart, but in the end he was still worried about Shu Huan, and arranged for the housekeeper to investigate in person.

He must confirm whether it is...

The old man went to the study again, took out the box in the secret compartment, and rubbed the blood-stained Leng Yu in his hands.

After a while, his eyes were soaked with hot tears.

If it's really him... Mr. Ying was slightly startled and closed his eyes.

"Weichen... waited too long."

As soon as he walked to the door, Jiang Min sent a message.

Ying Shuhuan opened it and was taken aback. Jiang Min said that this calligraphy was actually written by a rookie actor!

To make grandpa lose his temper like this, he thought he was some kind of great calligrapher...

Strange, do actors have to be so knowledgeable and talented?Ying Shuhuan sighed.

However, since Jiang Min knows who it is, it's good for Ying Shuhuan to investigate again, and the other party is an actor, who is also in the entertainment industry. Paste it.

The only one who doesn't take the initiative is Ji Yuan, that annoying coffin face!

He asked who the actor was, and Jiang Min didn't hide anything, and replied with a voice:

"Oh, it's the actor brought by Jiang Yu, I'll help you to ask."

Ying Shuhuan was taken aback: Who?Jiang Yu?

Why is it Jiang Yu again, I can hear his name everywhere!

Although it is said that Jiang Yu's studio is booming recently, and he has indeed signed a lot of actors, but there is no such thing as going out and meeting an actor who belongs to their family.

He clicked on Jiang Min's next voice:

"It seems to be called Ji Yuan... I remember a red mole hidden between his lips..."

As soon as the word "Ji Yuan" came out, Ying Shuhuan's first reaction was that he had heard it wrong.

As a result, Jiang Min didn't give him a chance to deceive himself, and directly sent Ji Yuan's photo at the scene, pointing at it with an arrow: That's it, do you want his contact information?

At this moment, Ying Shuhuan was like five thunderbolts.

The whole person seemed to be thrown into the water, and his head was buzzing and he couldn't hear anything!

……How could it be him? !

How could it be him! !