Yan Zhen cast an "understanding" look at Yan Shu, and the two of them followed the two people in front quietly from behind, touching the darkness of the night.

For some reason, the two people in front suddenly stopped moving and stopped to talk.

After talking for a while, there was no movement.

Yan Zhen couldn't help it anymore, "Fight, no..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Shu next to him picked up the snowball and threw it at Yan Xiuwen!

The moment the snowball was thrown, she ran away, leaving Yan Zhen on the spot.

Yan Zhen was stunned and looked at Yan Shu stupidly, "?" Didn't they agree to throw them together?

The two people who were unprepared in front were smashed.

There was a snow mark left on Yan Xiuwen's black coat.

When he turned around to look over, he happened to see Yan Zhen holding up the snowball.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Yan Zhen was so frightened that he threw the two snowballs directly, no matter who they threw them at.

Just when Yan Qing was about to turn around and look, Yan Xiuwen's hand grabbed his shoulders and leaned forward.

Two snowballs hit Yan Xiuwen's shoulders and head, and broken snow fell all over him.

Yan Qing unpreparedly fell into the thick coat. The moment the warmth hit his face, countless scenes flew past his eyes so quickly that he had no time to capture them.

The moment she raised her eyes, she could only see Yan Xiuwen's chin and nose, and there were shadows under her eyes.

Gradually, it overlapped with another shadow.

She unconsciously murmured, "...brother?"

Yan Xiuwen's body suddenly stiffened. He looked down at Yan Qing, the light in his eyes was a little dark, and asked in a low voice, "What did you call me?"

Yan Qing frowned and broke away from his arms, "It's nothing."

At this time, Yan Zhen saw both of them looking at him, and immediately ran away, shouting as he ran, "It wasn't me! It was Yan Shu who smashed it! It really wasn't me!"

"If you want to settle accounts, go to Yan Shu!"

These two sentences were floating around the yard.

Yan Qing: "..."

She looked at Yan Xiuwen and asked curiously, "How did the eldest brother grow up so big and still be admitted to Yunda University?"

Yan Xiuwen took off his coat and shook off the snow. Hearing this, he casually replied, "Maybe he donated two buildings."

Yan Qing's lips curled up slightly, "I didn't expect that little uncle would still joke."

Yan Xiuwen looked at Yan Qing with an extremely serious expression, "You donated a building."

Yan Qing: "..." It would be great if you gave me the money for this building.

…

At this time, Yuncheng.

In the detention center, because of the New Year's Eve, the food was better than usual.

Xie Kai huddled in the corner, as if sleeping.

Wei Dong was sitting next to him. He didn't know how long he stayed here, but he kept staring at his son in front of him.

Everything she saw that day was every bit of her and her son's life, so familiar yet so strange.

What is familiar is that these are all experiences, but what is strange is that the well-behaved and sensible son who was in front of him in the past was never what he saw.

He told himself at home that he most liked to eat the soup he made and the vegetables he stir-fried, but when he turned around, he was eating spicy hotpot with red oil alone at school.

He talks to himself on the phone every day, talking about everything outside, who he met, how he was feeling, and how his day went. He is reluctant to leave even when he hangs up the phone, but after every phone call he hangs up,

He took off the smile on his face and sighed, putting the phone aside.

It's like a relaxed look after dealing with a problem.

Even after he left, Wei Dong was unfamiliar with everything he did.

The son he had worked so hard to cultivate was right in front of him, but Wei Dong didn't even dare to go any further.

She was afraid of disturbing Xie Kai and seeing the same expression on his face that day when he was swinging the barbell at home.

Wei Dong had been so proud of his son and devoted so much effort to him, but now he felt so sad.

Her excellent son's life was ruined by her own hands.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Wei Dong covered his face with his hands and cried silently. What should I do...

The first-instance verdict has been handed down, what can she do to make up for all this...

Make up for this kid.

…

The first day of the first lunar month means a new year and a new atmosphere.

Yan Qing was wearing the green coat that Mrs. Yan had chosen. She was sitting in front of the dressing table, looking helplessly at Mrs. Yan in the mirror, who was braiding her hair.

Mrs. Yan had a smile on her face, "Mom thinks you are suitable for braiding your hair, it looks good."

It has the feeling of a lady, and paired with a green coat, it makes the whole person look elegant and generous.

Yan Qing yawned and felt sleepy.

In the morning, before it was fully light, the firecrackers went off outside. She was pulled out of bed by Yan Shu. Calculating, she only slept for five hours last night.

But Yan Shu, who had also spent five hours, was picking out lipstick and smearing it on his face. He was full of energy.

Looking at her two daughters, one still and the other moving, Mrs. Yan couldn't help laughing, "Who is as lucky as me to have two daughters, both so beautiful?"

She looked at Yan Qing. She was satisfied with everything about his nose, eyes, and mouth. But as she looked at it, she couldn't help but feel sore in her eyes. She silently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You have endured hardship outside for so many years."

Mrs. Yan touched her daughter's head, and as a mother, she felt sad when she thought about how difficult it was for Yan Qing to survive the more than ten years he was away from home.

I was not able to accompany my daughter to grow up. When I saw her again, she was already an adult at the age of 18.

Although it is a blessing among misfortunes that I can find my child back, I still feel regret for missing my child for more than ten years.

Yan Qing looked at her red-eyed look and didn't know how to comfort her. After a while, he just said, "It's not hard work. I was quite full after eating three meals."

Although the master lived a shabby life, he never made her hungry. Before leaving, he took her to look at all the edible wild vegetables on the mountain.

If he hadn't taken all his savings with him when he left, Yan Qing might have felt that this master was quite reliable.

Mrs. Yan tentatively asked Yan Qing more than once how she came to live in the past, but no matter how many times she asked, she always said that she was picked up by people from the Taoist temple and went up the mountain to clean up with the master in the Taoist temple.

At this moment, Mrs. Yan asked again, "Qing'er, you said before that you were in a Taoist temple on the mountain. How did you come down to Yuncheng later?"

Yan Qing yawned and said lazily, "Master was approached by his enemies, so he ran away. There was no food in the Taoist temple. I was too hungry and didn't want to dig wild vegetables to eat, so I went down the mountain to earn money to live by myself."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan's heart ached.

"My poor daughter, why are you crying for fate... That master of yours is really unreliable..."

"How could you leave a child like you on the mountain?"
Chapter completed!