Years of love

Yan Qi on the co-pilot tilted his head, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the steam-stained window. There were two words written on the window.

Su Jin.

Zhou Luo's heart sank, and he lit the fire and started the car.

"I left in a hurry just now, did you take all your things?" Zhou Luo raised his hand to rub Yan Qi's hair while driving.

"Brother." Yan Qi called him softly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Luo poked his face with his hand in order to make him happy.

"Send me back to the orphanage." Yan Qi didn't look at him.

"What are you talking about, you can go back if you want." Zhou Luo smiled wryly, "Don't think about it."

"I'm causing you trouble." Yan Qi said.

"How could it be?" Zhou Luo bent his index finger and stroked the bridge of his nose: "Yan Qi."

Yan Qi heard that his voice was a little hoarse, so he turned to look at him.

"I've always been alone." Zhou Luo always felt that it was best to say some things as soon as possible, so he parked the car on the side of the road and looked at him seriously: "You are also alone, we can do a companion."

"You will leave me." Yan Qi looked into his eyes: "Sooner or later, you will leave me too."

"No." Zhou Luo smiled: "I promise."

Yan Qi didn't speak any more, he turned his head to look at the things piled up on the back seat, counted the number, then turned his eyes back to look at him, and there was a smile on his face that was red from crying: "Thank you brother."

"No thanks." Zhou Luo raised his hand and rubbed his hair.

It was around six o'clock when Zhou Luo called Cheng Ye.

"President, does your family need you to crow? Don't hit me." Cheng Ye yawned, and glanced at Tan Yingying who was sleeping next to him: "What's wrong?"

"I won't go to work today. Yan Qi is in a bit of a situation. I'll accompany him." Zhou Luo rubbed his dry eyes.

"Then don't call me, call your secretary." Cheng Ye lazily complained.

"Is there a difference? Doesn't she just sleep next to you?" Zhou Luo said.

"Damn it!" Cheng Ye lifted the quilt and glanced around: "Did you fucking press the tracker on me or the monitor in the room?"

"You idiot, no matter how low my EQ is, I can tell that there must be something wrong with you two last night." Zhou Luo said angrily, he has no intention of arguing with Cheng Ye now.

"Zhou Luo." Cheng Ye's voice lowered, "Are you okay?"

Zhou Luo didn't speak, he knew that Cheng Ye didn't finish what he said.

"You never swear, why are you so impatient today? What happened? Do you need me to go over?" Cheng Ye's voice became visibly anxious.

"It's okay, did I swear just now? I didn't even notice." Zhou Luo smiled: "I'll leave the work to you, and I'll explain it to you when I get to work."

"Tell me everything." Cheng Ye emphasized his tone.

"Not a single word." After speaking, Zhou Luo hung up the phone.

The coffee table was piled with things that Yan Qi brought back from home. Zhou Luo looked at it for a long time, and what puzzled him the most was the apron. Zhou Luo recalled it, and then remembered that Su Jin often wore it when cooking.

Next to it were the toy drum kit he bought for Yan Qi, a new black down jacket, a matt notebook and a few English books.

Zhou Luo took one of the English books, looked at the cover carefully, and suddenly smiled.

These English books were actually published by Yuanli Publishing House, and they were the earliest batch. All the books on the market are reprinted editions.

Zhou Luo opened the homepage and saw a black and white photo of an old man with gray hair.

This should be Dean Gao that Yan Qi was talking about.

The edges of the photo were old and a bit sloppy, and the picture itself was rather blurry. Zhou Luo couldn't see Dean Gao's face clearly, but the six-year-old Yan Qi was not much different from his current appearance, and he felt somewhat familiar.

He looked at it for a while, then clipped the photos back again, flipping through the pages.

Yan Qi took a lot of notes and took them very seriously. It can be seen that he likes English very much. Zhou Luo thinks this is a good thing. If Yan Qi likes to read English books, his family really has everything.

Suddenly feel rich.

Yan Qi has a rich brother.

When Zhou Luo wanted to get the second book, he found that there seemed to be something stuck in the bottom book.

He was a little curious. With such a thick thing sandwiched, it should fall out during the bumps along the way.He pulled out the book and opened the page that contained something.

It is a room book.

Zhou Luo suddenly understood, and coldness crawled all over his back.

Su Jin didn't intend to leave at all.

The four corners of the room book are taped so they don't fall out.

There is also a piece of paper with writing in the room book.

Zhou Luo opened it and saw Su Jin's handwriting.Su Jin's handwriting has always been beautiful, as beautiful as her person.

[My house is left to my son Yan Qi, who has the right to inherit all my property. 】

The signature is Su Jin's signature, and there is a red thumbprint.

A few simple words, but Zhou Luo was a little out of breath.

In his impression, Su Jin was the most beautiful, kind, and virtuous woman he had ever seen. She was absolutely loyal to love, tolerant to her family, and devoted to her relatives.No one can fault her.

It was the Zhou family who were sorry for her.

Zhou Hao was acquitted three days later, but the police asked him not to leave the city for a short period of time, and his mobile phone was turned on 24 hours a day, so that they could find him at any time.

Zhou Luo hung up Zhou Xun's phone, not surprised by the result at all.He pushed open the door of his bedroom, and saw Yan Qi was sitting on the beanbag sofa by the window with his head propped up looking out the window, and walked over slowly and softly.

He hasn't talked about a girlfriend yet, hasn't married yet, and has no children, but Zhou Luo feels like an old father at the moment, all his thoughts are tied to the child in front of him.

The window is bright and bright, and there are many tall buildings as far as the field of vision is concerned, and the smoke and fire blows towards the face.

Yan Qi turned his head when he sat by the bed and smiled at him.

Zhou Luo waved at him, Yan Qi stood up and ran over, threw himself into his arms and knocked him down on the bed, both of them laughed heartlessly.

After the laughter, Zhou Luo rubbed his hair slowly, and asked in a low voice, "Did you see what your mother put in your book?"

"I see." Yan Qi nodded: "When I was packing up my things at home and was about to leave, I saw that house book in the book. It should be hidden in my book by my mother."

Zhou Luo realized that Yan Qi only saw the cover of the house book, but did not see the "will" left by Su Jin inside.

"I put it away for you and put it in the study with your babies. There is still an empty cabinet in the study. You can put all your favorite English books in it." Zhou Luo said.

"Just a few." Yan Qi said, "I can't use a single cabinet, and I can't even use a single floor."

"I forgot to introduce myself to you." Zhou Luo cleared his throat, looking very solemn: "I am Zhou Luo, the president of Yuanli Publishing House. What's your name?"

Yan Qi smiled and replied: "I'm Yan Qi from Class [-], Grade [-] of Hongye Primary School." After speaking, Yan Qi came to his senses and was taken aback: "Yuanli Publishing House?"

Zhou Luo nodded and said with a smile, "Do you still want to go back to school?"

"It's too far away, and I've basically finished elementary school content." Yan Qi rolled over from him, lay on his side, and said while looking at the ceiling.

"Nine years of compulsory education, one year must be missed." Zhou Luo sat up and looked at him: "Let's take a break for half a semester. I will find a better elementary school nearby, and I will finish the sixth grade honestly."

Yan Qi nodded and said, "Okay."

"Oh yes, let me tell you something happy." Zhou Luo said, "I have a lot of imported books in my office, do you want to read them?"

Yan Qi's brown pupils were bright, and his voice became louder: "Yes, do you want to go now?"

"Ancestor, please forgive me." Zhou Luo threw his head back and lay back on the bed and said, "I haven't slept all night, I'm so sleepy."

"Then we can go tomorrow." Yan Qi raised the corner of his mouth and hugged the quilt at the end of the bed.

Zhou Luo turned off the lights in the room, and wrapped the quilt tightly around the two of them.

He had a dream, dreaming that Yan Qi was running straight ahead in an unfamiliar woods, and there seemed to be something chasing him behind, not stopping for a moment, after running for a long time, the vision was wider, and there was an iron bridge in front of him, which had been broken into two halves.Yan Qi ran over directly, with relief on his face, and the last scene was frozen at the moment when he jumped to the opposite side.

Zhou Luo was terrified to see it in his dream.

When I woke up, I couldn't move my whole body. I managed to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at it. Good guy, the two of them slept for a whole round.

Yan Qi was not by his side, Zhou Luo stared at the ceiling and waited for his body to slowly regain consciousness, then sat up from the bed with great effort, lifted the quilt and put on his slippers.

Only then did he realize that there was a glass of water on the bedside table. The room was too dark, so he didn't see it when he was holding the phone just now.

Suddenly my heart warmed.

Zhou Luo opened the bedroom door and walked into the bright living room.

The sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and the steamer was bubbling and steaming.Yan Qi was wearing an apron that Zhou Luo might not use once a year, and was putting things into the rice cooker next to him.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Luo leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, looking at him with relief.

"Morning, bro." Yan Qi waved at him.

"It's so early." Zhou Luo also waved at him.

"Although it's six o'clock in the evening, you just woke up and haven't eaten all day. This meal can't be eaten as dinner, but I'm afraid you'll be greedy." Although Yan Qi was talking, his hands were still busy and didn't stop: "I put two layers of partitions in the steamer. Pumpkin and sweet potatoes are steamed on the top layer, and cabbage stuffing and eggs are steamed on the bottom layer."

Although Zhou Luo didn't know how and what ratio the cabbage stuffing and eggs were mixed together for steaming, he didn't ask directly, and planned to see for himself later.

"I saw some bacon in the refrigerator, I cut a few slices, and steamed a pot of rice." After Yan Qi finished speaking, he turned off the fire, "Wash your face and brush your teeth, and eat pumpkin and sweet potatoes first."

After finishing washing obediently, Zhou Luo sat at the dining table and waited for Yan Qi.

The dining table is facing the kitchen, and on the left side of the living room, just beyond the door, is a relatively small square white wood table.

Yan Qi took the plate out of the pot through the dishcloth, and put it in front of Zhou Luo: "Don't touch the plate, dig it with a spoon and eat."

"Did your mother teach you all this?" Zhou Luo picked up the spoon and looked at him.

"Well, as soon as she cooks, I spend most of the time watching in the kitchen and helping her." Yan Qi said, "Only in this kind of time do I feel very at ease."

"After that, I'll help you too." Zhou Luo dug a spoonful of sweet potatoes with a spoon.

"I just found out that the spoon for scooping up salt and sugar was put upside down." Yan Qi looked at him.

Zhou Luo's taste buds had just been satisfied, and he choked up when he heard this: "Impossible? How can I misplace this? Maybe your uncle put the food away when he was tossing around at our house."

"I also saw instant noodles in the trash can." Yan Qi dug a spoonful of pumpkin and said while eating.

"It seems that I'm not even qualified to be a striker, Chef Yan." Zhou Luo smiled awkwardly.

"You just have to eat well." Yan Qi jumped off the chair, and brought up cabbage stuffed with meat and eggs through the dishcloth.

It was only then that Zhou Luo discovered that this dish was originally made in this way. A few tender cabbage leaves were placed on the bottom of the plate, a layer of meat filling was spread in the middle, and a poached egg was covered on top of the meat filling, and then placed around the plate. Some water can be steamed into the pot.

Zhou Luo picked up the whole poached egg and ate it happily.

After Yan Qi served him the bacon rice, he ate another big bowl with the meat stuffing, and suddenly felt that he had only understood it after 23 years of life.

Sitting at the dining table, Yan Qi hadn't finished waking up from the aroma of the delicious food, but Yan Qi had already washed the dishes, wrapped the unfinished meal in plastic wrap and placed it next to the stove.

Zhou Luo waved at him, Yan Qi took off his apron and walked in front of him, Zhou Luo hugged Yan Qi, put his head on his shoulder, narrowed his eyes lazily and said, "I really found a treasure."

"It's just a very common meal." Yan Qi patted him on the back.

"No matter how ordinary a meal is, someone is willing to cook it." Zhou Luo was full of wine and food, and felt a little sleepy at the moment: "I haven't had the feeling of 'eating at home' for a long time."

Yan Qi smiled.

Zhou Luo hugged him and watched TV for a while, and suddenly felt Yan Qi's shoulders tremble, and quickly retracted his head to look at him: "What's wrong? I love you so much?"

Yan Qihong stared, but didn't cry: "Brother, I saw the piece of paper my mother put in the house book."

Zhou Luo's heart sank suddenly.

"Did she never think about leaving?" Yan Qi frowned, "Did she just want to send me away and then come back, or why would she write such a sentence, sign it, and press her handprint?"

"Don't think about things that didn't happen." Zhou Luo raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "With me here, everything will be fine in the future."

Yan Qi looked at him for a while, then nodded.

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