Vibrant color, fragrant dust, far away fragrance

In the afternoon, An Yichen took Ning Zhiyuan to work. Along the way, Ning Zhiyuan inquired about An Yuzhi.

"Then what kind of person is your mother that can charm Uncle An?" Ning Zhiyuan folded his hands and leaned on the back of the car seat.

"I don't know, my mother passed away when I was two years old." An Yichen paused, "However, according to my father, my mother is a very smart person, courageous and resolute, very different from traditional women."

"Uncle An is actually a lover, but I really can't tell." In Ning Zhiyuan's impression, An Yuzhi's side was thin and fat, and he had never been less than a woman.

"Father's affection for mother is unimaginably profound, surpassing anyone else in this world." An Yichen stopped at this point, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The first time An Yichen saw An Yuzhi in the chrysanthemum garden was when he was very young, but the memory of that time was so deep that it was hard to forget after so many years.

On that day, the sky was raining like silk, and An Yuzhi stood alone in the middle of the flower field, playing the flute.

The sound of the flute whimpered, and the chrysanthemums in the courtyard seemed to be alive, trembling in the sound of the flute.

An Yuzhi squatted down, hugged An Yichen who was beside him, held his hand and taught him to play the flute.

This piece of music was written by his mother, and it is called "Same Sadness".

The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and they are in mourning for the eternal dust.

From then on, An Yichen felt that An Yuzhi was meaningless in this world.

Seeing that An Yichen didn't speak, Ning Zhiyuan turned to look at him.An Yichen was in a trance, his eyes were empty, a little less sharp than usual.

Ning Zhiyuan discovered for the first time that An Yichen's eyelashes were actually very long, and in terms of appearance, he was [-]% like An Yuzhi.

It's just that I was intimidated by An Yichen's aura before, so I never paid attention to it.

Ning Zhiyuan stared at An Yichen unscrupulously, the more he looked at it, the more interesting he became.

An Yichen is a sensitive person, he quickly sensed Ning Zhiyuan's gaze, opened his eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Ning Zhiyuan reached out to grab An Yichen's chin, and grinned, "It's the first time I realize that you are actually a handsome man."

"..."

An Yichen made an appointment with someone to talk about things in the teahouse. The teahouse was decorated with resplendent gold and jade, not like a place to drink tea, but like a bank.

There are only four tables in the huge living room, and the four small tables are surrounded by a big red sofa, which is a good place for chatting and resting.

An Yichen led him to the right, and there were two middle-aged men sitting on the sofa, both dressed as businessmen, wearing long robes and jackets, and a small round hat.

The two stood up and saluted An Yichen, and An Yichen nodded.

An Yichen and Ning Zhiyuan sat down, and the two quickly called the waiter to serve tea.

"Boss Ding, Boss Li, the two nobles are busy, let's talk about business directly." An Yichen picked up the teapot, first poured a cup for Ning Zhiyuan, and then poured a cup for himself.

The two bosses didn't know who Ning Zhiyuan was, and they were so airy, but they didn't dare to ask if An Yichen didn't introduce him.

"Both of you should know that many of the government's weapons have been bought from Fu Hanyang over the years, because Fu Hanyang has a way abroad."

As soon as An Yichen opened his mouth, the two bosses didn't dare to vent their anger.

Many people know that Fu Hanyang sells arms to the government. It's not that no one is greedy for this big piece of fat, but because of Fu's family's underworld background, no one dares to snatch this business.

The two of them didn't know what Fu Hanyang meant, so they didn't dare to talk to each other, they just rubbed their hands together and said yes.

"The government doesn't want to buy arms from Fu Hanyang anymore. I want to know, if I open some doors for you two, can you get these things from abroad?"

Seeing that the two were hesitating, An Yichen said, "You don't need to worry about anything else. If you work for the government, your personal safety will naturally be protected by the government. I don't understand your business relationship. You just need to tell me, Can or can't?"

An Yichen looked sharply at the two of them.

The two bosses weighed their own, neither of them would speak first.

When Ning Zhiyuan heard Fu Hanyang's name, he was a little interested at first, but when he heard about arms, his interest quickly faded away.Ning Zhiyuan's biggest headache is the state affairs.Too lazy to listen to their game, leaning on the arm of the sofa, grabbed a quick snack and ate it, humming a little song contentedly, dropping the elegant snack scum all over the sofa.

After a while, An Yichen and the two bosses hadn't finished talking, but Ning Zhiyuan couldn't take it anymore, and blinked at An Yichen, but An Yichen didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he made a grimace again, and now the two bosses were talking to each other. They had to stare at him.

An Yichen had no other choice, so he quickly sent him away, only asking him not to go far and bring his guards.

Since the last kidnapping incident, An Yichen has been very concerned about Ning Zhiyuan's safety.

As soon as Ning Zhiyuan left, An Yichen stood up suddenly, kicked over the small table in front of him, spilling tea and snacks all over the floor!

The two bosses quickly stood up, fighting with each other, and were startled by An Yichen's sudden change of face.

An Yichen sneered, "Master Ning was here just now, I wanted to save face for the two of you. But it seems that you don't understand my An Yichen's temper very well."

Stared at by An Yichen, the two of them felt that their heads had been pinned to their belts, and that they had left a name with Lord Yan, and cold sweat broke out all over their faces in an instant.

An Yichen wiped his hands and calmed down, "Don't be afraid, you two. If you are willing to help me, you will be my friends with An Yichen. If you don't want to help, I will never take the opportunity to embarrass you." Turning around, "However, if someone wants to double-face and try to please both sides, I will definitely kill him! Please think carefully!"

Ning Zhiyuan left the teahouse, not knowing where to go.

The guards arranged by An Yichen were standing by, and if he moved, they would definitely follow.Ning Zhiyuan hates going out with a bunch of guards, like a bully, it's really an eyesore.But these people don't get in, they are like maggots on the tarsus, they follow everywhere, as long as they leave the gate of the An mansion, they will follow.

Ning Zhiyuan took a few steps at the door in a bored way, borrowed fifty cents from the head of the guards, bought a bunch of fried quail eggs, and started eating at the stall.

The leader of the guards is Fang Qi, 27 and [-] years old, and he is Xiao Wu's apprentice. He leads a group of guards who are about the same age, all graduated from the martial arts hall, and each has extraordinary skills.

Fang Qi admires Xiao Wu very much, but his temperament is completely different from Xiao Wu, he is a lively young man.No matter how young he was, he followed behind his butt all day and called the little master, but Xiao Wu mostly ignored him. Sometimes he beat him down with one or two moves, and a group of guard brothers laughed.

Fang Qi and those brothers all liked Ning Zhiyuan very much. Although he was a playboy second-generation ancestor, he was like a child, which was quite interesting.And Ning Zhiyuan also has one of his favorite bad habits, spending money like water.Very generous to these guards.

Seeing that Ning Zhiyuan hadn't gone far, Fang Qi stayed in front of the stall eating fried skewers, so he didn't follow.

Ning Zhiyuan took two bites of quail eggs, his face was covered with sauce, he felt someone staring at him, he turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a boy dressed as a seventeen or eighteen year old student looking at him.

Ning Zhiyuan was puzzled and waved at the young man.

The boy trotted over, looking at Ning Zhiyuan's quail eggs, his saliva was about to flow out.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't like it very much at first, so he reached out and handed it to him, "You want it?"

The young man took it, and he didn't dislike Ning Zhiyuan's dirty food, he swallowed the rest in two mouthfuls of what he had eaten.

Tsk tsk, it turned out to be a poor ghost.Ning Zhiyuan has always disliked the poor and loved the rich, so he was not interested in dealing with him, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

The young master grabbed his sleeve.

Ning Zhiyuan's white suit immediately had a golden oily handprint on it.

Ning Zhiyuan always paid the most attention to his image, his face flushed red, and he was about to burst into flames.

The young man was frightened by him, and hurriedly said, "Wait!" He quickly turned around and ran away.

Before Ning Zhiyuan came to his senses, the boy had already run back.He took off his coat and held it in his hand, inside the coat was a bag of roasted chestnuts.

The boy bowed to Ning Zhiyuan, "I treat you to eat!"

Ning Zhiyuan saw that his coat was black with oil and sugar, he curled his lips in disgust.

But chestnuts are good, Ning Zhiyuan was quickly attracted by the fragrance.

There were people coming and going in front of the stall, and it was inconvenient to eat, so the two returned to the door of the teahouse.

The young man sat down on the ground, spread his coat beside him, began to peel and eat chestnuts, and signaled Ning Zhiyuan to sit on the other side with his eyes.

This is simply the behavior of beggars!

Ning Zhiyuan disliked the dirt on the ground, but felt that it would be nice to enjoy "civilian life" once in a while, so he tore off the scarf around the boy's neck and put it on the ground, and sat down as well.

An Yichen was in a teahouse, and he saw Ning Zhiyuan and a young man sitting side by side on the front steps, with a pile of chestnut shells on the ground.

Seeing An Yichen, the boy immediately burst into tears, dropped the chestnut in his hand, and flew towards An Yichen.

"Second brother! Woooooo~"

The chestnut in Ning Zhiyuan's mouth fell to the ground with a snap.

The author has something to say: It's Monday, start working!

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The author has something to say: the last two chapters are relatively fat!One chapter is almost equivalent to the word count of two chapters.This is the power of Saturday and Sunday off!

ps: The names of the three brothers of the An family, the eldest: An Xunli, the second: An Yichen, the third: An Yunshen

The front of An Yunshen's name seems to be wrong. I made three mistakes and don't change it. Just know it!

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