As soon as Yan Xiuwen finished speaking, Du Fengqing replied, "How do you know Yan Qing doesn't want to get wet in the snow?"

Yan Xiuwen: "Will she think about it?"

Yan Qing was silent for a moment. Did he look like a fool? If he didn't hold an umbrella, he would get wet in the snow?

But the two pairs of eyes were staring straight at her at the moment, both asking her to choose one of the two.

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then took the umbrella from Yan Xiuwen's hand, "I think you two are quite good at talking. Let's get wet together in the snow. I'll leave first."

After saying that, he held up his umbrella and left without looking back, leaving the two people standing there, looking at each other.

The white snow dyed the ends of their hair a little white.

Du Fengqing sneered, "I didn't expect that Yan Sanshao would become nosy after taking this job."

Yan Xiuwen pursed his thin lips slightly and said coldly, "Young Master Du has a good reputation for not being close to women, but now he is obsessed with a little girl?"

"Have you been seen by a psychiatrist?"

Hearing Yan Xiuwen's words, Du Fengqing was not angry but chuckled, "It's a coincidence that you said I couldn't touch other women, but now that I meet Yan Qing, I don't feel that nausea at all.

Do you think this is a fate given by God?"

Yan Xiuwen looked at him coldly, feeling that the smile on his face was particularly dazzling.

"That's also a bad fate."

After saying this, Yan Xiuwen ignored Du Fengqing.

Yan Xiuwen clenched his fists tightly under the sleeves of his coat. No one knew how panicked he was the moment Du Fengqing appeared in front of Yan Qing.

Du Fengqing, who was standing there, looked at the figure walking away and muttered in confusion, "Why is this guy a little different today?"

The smell of gunpowder became even stronger, as if I had done something to feel sorry for him.

…

Late at night, Yan Xiuwen was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

In the dream, the yard that had just been exposed to rain still smelled damp.

The movements of the cold white fingertips stopped, Yan Xiuwen put down the pen in his hand, and walked out of the study wearing a white gown. When he saw water accumulating on the swing, he took a dry cloth and wiped it gently.

Her thin lips curled up slightly, "If I can't play on the swing today, I don't know what the fuss will be about."

The smile overflowed from those eyes, probably thinking of something, full of doting look.

He was wiping the swing when footsteps came from outside.

Yan Qing, wearing a blue student uniform, entered the courtyard from outside. When he saw Yan Xiuwen, he smiled and shouted, "Brother!"

Yan Xiuwen curled his lips and looked away at the sound, but the smile on his face froze for a moment.

Yan Qing was seen pulling a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, who looked older than her, towards her.

She had a childish smile on her face and clear eyes, "Brother, I brought a friend back, and he really likes the articles you wrote!"

Yan Xiuwen responded lukewarmly.

The other party stretched out his hand towards Yan Xiuwen, "I often read your articles and think your writing is very good."

"Qing'er also often mentions you to me, saying that she admires you as my brother the most."

Yan Xiuwen's voice was a little cold, and he was obviously unhappy, "Really?"

The young man nodded with a smile on his face. When he smiled, his narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and the tear mole under the corner of his eye was particularly conspicuous.

"I've thought about coming to visit before, but I never had the chance. I'm really sorry."

Yan Xiuwen pursed his thin lips and said no more, but his eyes fell on the hands held by the two of them, his eyes cold.

Yan Qing next to him reacted to Gu Lai, and immediately let go of Du Fengqing's hand in a panic, and explained, "We are just friends, ordinary friends."

Yan Xiuwen said nothing, put down the cloth in his hand, and walked back to the study.

The atmosphere in the yard suddenly felt strange.

Yan Qing gave another embarrassing explanation, "Sorry, my brother is not usually like this. Maybe he is not in a good mood today."

The young man smiled, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Maybe it's because I came unexpectedly, I should have said in advance that I'm coming to visit again. Next time, I'll prepare some greeting gifts before I come to see your brother."

Yan Qing's cheeks were slightly warm, and he nodded happily, "Okay."

After the young man left, Yan Qing carefully carried the tea into the study, placed the tea cup in Yan Xiuwen's hand, and asked tentatively, "Brother, are you in a bad mood today?"

Yan Xiuwen's thin lips parted slightly, "No."

His tone was obviously cold.

Yan Qing frowned, "I understand, don't you like the friend I brought back today?"

Yan Xiuwen said nothing.

But Yan Qing saw that his hand holding the pen clearly paused.

Yan Qing sighed slightly, pulled up a stool and sat down next to him, "I just want to make friends, that's not what I'm doing. Don't be unhappy."

"Besides, I've grown up, I'm eighteen, so don't treat me like a child anymore."

She repeatedly emphasized the fact that she had grown up, and she always felt that since Yan Xiuwen picked her up, he had been raising her as a child.

Yan Xiuwen said coldly, "You are only eighteen, which is the age where you don't know people well. Do you know the origin of that person, so you just make friends with people casually and bring them to your home?"

"You feel like you've grown up and don't want to be controlled by me anymore?"

He looked at the girl in front of him. He didn't know when she started running out frequently. The world that was originally only her own began to accommodate many people.

Now, he has brought people to him.

Yan Qing pursed her lips, "I don't have any. I've asked about it... She belongs to the Du family, and the Du family is a scholarly family."

"Brother, you don't have many friends, and you don't go out much. I just thought I'd bring a friend back to talk to you!"

Yan Xiuwen sighed slightly, "I'm afraid that you were deceived. That person looks... unreliable."

Yan Qing smiled, "Brother, how can you judge people by appearance like you? You can't think that people are unreliable just because they have good looks!"

"Besides, my brother is also very good-looking. Could it be that he is also unreliable?"

She smiled and looked at Yan Xiuwen.

My brother is also very good-looking, no worse than others.

Yan Xiuwen curled his thin lips slightly, raised his pen and tapped the tip of her nose, "If you dare to take anyone home casually again, you will be punished by going back to your own home and not allowed to come back for a month."

Yan Qing curled his lips and hugged Yan Xiuwen's arm, "What is my own home? My brother's home is my home. Not to mention a month, not even a day."

She blinked, suddenly feeling uneasy, and raised her face and asked, "Or are you saying that you don't want me as a sister anymore, regret picking me back up, and want to throw me back?"

Yan Xiuwen's heart suddenly sank, "How is that possible?"

Seeing Yan Qing's uneasy expression, she immediately blamed herself for saying such things...

Yan Qing laughed softly, "By the way, brother, my friend's name is Du Fengqing, Fengqing of Fengqingmingyue."

"Similar to me, there is a Qing... don't you think it's a coincidence?"

…

The sky turned white, and Yan Xiuwen came out of the house. There was already snow outside, but the voice from last night's dream still seemed to be echoing in his ears.
Chapter completed!