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Yan Minglang went downstairs to wash the dishes, and I walked into the study.

Vito saw me running over happily, and Alex followed at his feet, exactly like a ball of white wool.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

I paused: "Huh?"

"Uncle Yan said you skipped a waist helping him fix the water pipe."

"..." Yan Minglang... I really admire you.

He supported me and dragged me to the chair, and I forced a smile and said, "You can read a book, Dad is fine." Rather than sitting, I'd better stand.

He glanced at me hesitantly, and told me worriedly: "Dad, if you are not feeling well, go to lie down, I have Alex to accompany me to read, Dad, don't worry."

I touched his head: "How long have you been watching? Take a rest when you are tired, and don't damage your eyes."

"I know, Dad."

Vito sat back at the desk again, with Alex at his feet.

He looked down at the book and remembered something, pointed to a few books on the table and said to me: "Dad, look, Uncle Yan has read your novels too."

I looked in the direction he pointed, and besides the computer and some documents, there were only four novels on the large desk.

I walked over and opened one at random, and a bookmark fell out. It turned out to be a limited number of signed bookmarks when my first novel was released. There were only more than 100 copies in total. Now I don’t even have them. He could do it.

The book is very new, but it has obviously been read many times.

The three above are my novels, yes, I am a little curious about what is the one at the bottom.

It was a Chinese novel. It had been six years, and I basically forgot all the words I learned before. I couldn't see the clue, so I put it back.

Vito propped his chin and said, "Dad, that novel is also very good."

"You understand?" I asked him in surprise.

He nodded, then shook his head: "I can understand some words, I haven't learned some words yet, so I can only take a general look."

It's not that I don't believe it, I'm just surprised that his Chinese skills have improved by leaps and bounds in just over a month.It's not that I didn't know that he was smart before, but I didn't expect to be so smart.I don't know if he is a child prodigy?Can't help but open the novel: "How many of these characters do you know?"

He took the novel and read it slowly.

I was stunned.

That was... my first novel in the true sense of the word.

Vito is still translating for me word by word, there are always one or two out of ten words that he doesn’t recognize, he read and read, suddenly raised his head: “Uncle Yan, what does this word mean?”

I suddenly came to my senses, Yan Minglang was standing behind me at some point.He translated the entire passage into English without even looking at it.

He took the book from Vito, lowered his eyes, and pointed to the three Chinese characters on the cover.

"Written by Yan Xiao," he handed the book to me, "This is the version that Davis translated for you, Shaw, I never doubted you. I was..."

"You only had Lu Chen in your eyes at that time." I interrupted him coldly.

He parted his lips, but he had no words to refute.

Vito looked at us curiously, I didn't want to argue about meaningless things in front of him, I ignored the book he handed over, turned and walked out.

I went downstairs and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room in a daze.

Six years ago, no matter whether he trusted me or not, he chose Lu Chen after all. It is too late to explain now.

Yan Minglang and I stood side by side and sighed softly.

"Shaw, I'm not what you think about Lu Chen. I didn't love him when he returned to China six years ago. What I can't let go of is not him, but the purest affection I gave when I was young. In fact, it's nothing more than deceiving myself. Who knows better what kind of person Lu Chen is. I didn't help you, I didn't protect him. At that time, I didn't understand you, I just thought you had me, so what if you published a book, the money you earned, I I can give you ten times and a hundred times. But Lu Chen, if the Dong Chuang incident happens, his life will be ruined."

"But you don't know, you almost ruined my life." I sneered.

He was startled, and lowered his head sadly.

He really shouldn't be able to hold his head up in front of me.

"Shaw, sorry."

"Mr. Yan, the last thing I need is your apology. As I said, I am no longer the person I was six years ago."

He grabbed my hand, and I struggled to break free, but I couldn't, and was held in his palm with his fingers interlocked.

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, and gently kissed my fingertips. The scenes of last night suddenly flooded into my mind. I struggled unbearably, and finally withdrew my hand.

He stopped entanglement and put his hands in his pockets.

"Forget it," he seemed to be immune to my incomprehensible words, sweeping away the previous haze, but he seemed a bit broken, "You don't take it seriously when I say as much as you do. Bind with me, no matter who it is, even you can't separate yourself."

How could there be such a shameless and unreasonable person in the world?

This rascal's appearance is worthy of being brothers with Yan Minghe.

Whatever you want.I was biting my lip and sulking when the doorbell rang.Yan Minglang went to answer the door, but he didn't open it.The doorbell rang for a long time.

After a while, I heard his displeased voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Brother still needs a reason to come to your house? How about a reason to visit brother?"

Yan Minghe's voice was distorted from the video intercom doorbell.

Yan Minglang frowned and looked back at me, I shrugged innocently.He didn't know where my mobile phone was hidden last night. I didn't have any contact tools if I wanted to find someone for help. What's more, if I really wanted to find someone, I would never ask Yan Minghe.

He finally opened the door.

Yan Minghe walked in, blinked at me, and then seemed to know I was here: "Ah, do you have a visitor?"

Yan Minglang looked at him coldly: "What, it depends on what you mean, don't you know him? Do you need my introduction?"

Yan Minghe waved his hand: "No need, how can you not know the relationship that you have slept in the same bed with?"

Is the air conditioner turned down two degrees?

I rubbed the goosebumps on my arms and glared at Yan Minghe.Sharing the same bed?Why didn't you say you were trespassing on your private house?

He smiled and walked towards me: "Don't look at me so affectionately, Shaw, I'll let you see enough from the inside to the outside at night."

"Yan Minghe!" I couldn't bear it anymore.

He leaned over and whispered, "I'm here to save you, save yourself, huh?"

Oh, save me?I'm afraid that I will be abducted into your house by you when I walk out of this door. This person in front of me has a malicious expression on his face.

As soon as there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Yan Minglang pulled him behind him. He stood between me and Yan Minghe, and warned in a deep voice: "Yan Minghe, other people can play with you as you like, but he is the only one. Don't try to move. Last time I have already given you a chance, if there is a next time, don't blame me for falling out with you."

Yan Minghe's smile remained undiminished, and he squinted his eyes: "Brother."

He jumped out of his mind and got involved in the title again.Yan Minglang was not surprised, ignored him, and planned to see off the guests: "What's the matter with you? It's okay, you can go back."

"Didn't I say, visit brother."

"Have visited now."

"You didn't take a sip of tea, but you didn't give me any face?"

Yan Minglang glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then turned and went into the kitchen.

Yan Minghe came closer again, I managed to dodge it, but I twisted my waist, sweating from the pain, I staggered to the sofa and sat down, but I felt uncomfortable in any position.

Yan Minghe came over, looked me up and down, and said in a playful tone, "You did it with him so soon?"

Although it seemed to be joking, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.I suddenly panicked.I'm afraid he takes it seriously.He... can't he?

He is different from Chen Jin.Chen Jin met me when I was young, so it was inevitable that I was serious.And he is already at the age of four, and if he has a successful career, he must attract countless people. To me, he should always be regarded as a blind seasoning in life, just for fun.

I always thought so.

Even if Big T was confessed by him in public, I just felt that it was just a way for him to play with me and embarrass me.

But at this moment, what is the reason for the sadness in the eyes?

Before I had time to think about it, Yan Minglang had brought out some tea and placed it in front of Yan Minghe.

"Drink quickly."

"So you want to drive me away? I haven't seen you for ten years, so you don't plan to catch up with elder brother?" Yan Minghe leaned on the sofa, with his two slender legs stretched straight, his feet resting on mine.

Yan Minglang kicked his foot away and sat next to me.

"Ten years? Even if it's 20 or 30 years for a lifetime, what do I eat and drink every day, which one you don't know clearly? Do you still need to talk about the past?"

"Don't make me sound like a stalker." Yan Minghe felt aggrieved.

"You are." Yan Minglang ruthlessly exposed it.

Listening to the back-and-forth conversation between these two people, for some reason, I suddenly felt envious.This is the so-called family.How long has it been since I've been so carefree?It's been so long, so long that I almost forgot what it felt like.

I stared at them blankly, and after a while, both of them suddenly looked at me at the same time.

Yan Minghe frowned slightly: "What's your expression?"

I said bluntly: "You seem to have a good relationship."

"What?" He seemed to have suffered some great humiliation, and his face suddenly sank.

Yan Minghe laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Go outside and ask, who doesn't know that the two brothers of the Yan family are born rivals."

I pursed my lips: "Whatever you want, it's none of my business."

Although he said so, he couldn't help but prick up his ears and continue to listen to the conversation between the two with guns and sticks.

It's fine if you don't admit it, the two of them are virtuous in this matter, and the dead ducks are stubborn.

Of course, it was impossible for Yan Minghe to leave after drinking tea. Seeing that it was already noon, he just lay on the sofa and waited for lunch.Naturally, he knew Yan Minglang's cooking skills like the back of his hand, and even ordered meals.

Yan Minglang was very annoying, but after all, he was more educated than Yan Minghe, a rascal, so he wouldn't pick up a knife and drive him out of the house.

Yan Minghe's visit was not without benefits, I no longer feel that the time is hard, and watching the two quarrel is a good show.