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“It turns out that I didn’t like to laugh when I was a kid.”

Zhao Chuyu took the photo album handed over by the old man and pointed with her index finger at the unusually serious face of the boy in the old album.

This is a photo of him alone. He is wearing a light-colored shirt and there is no expression on his face, as if nothing in the world can arouse his interest.

In front of him was a nine-layered cake, and judging from the background, it should be the banquet hall where the family dinner was held yesterday.

At such a young age, he already had a handsome appearance that charmed thousands of girls.

The photos taken more than 20 years ago can still be seen clearly today, without any damage or blur.

From this we can see how much the owner of this photo album loves and treasures it.

When the old man heard his daughter-in-law's words, he seemed to be pulled back to the old times in an instant, and his wrinkled face was filled with traces of nostalgia.

"Xiao An is an emotionally stable child. From birth to adulthood, he has never laughed or cried. Even when he fell and bled during training, he never made a sound."

In the Qi family, all boys who reach age will be sent to the military camp for training to learn the art of self-defense.

Due to Qi Jinan's special situation, the old man did not send him to the military camp, but asked good soldiers in the army to come to the Qi family's old house for one-on-one teaching.

He lived up to his father's expectations and mastered each step quickly, showing a strong learning ability.

Zhao Chuyu had never experienced real military training, so he couldn't imagine how "cruel" the training had to be to cause him to fall and bleed.

Thinking about how he was only a few years old and was covered in wounds from training, I felt heartbroken.

She shifted her gaze from the photo album back to Qi Jinan beside her, and just as she raised her head, she was caught by him as his eyes were fixed on her.

He met her charming peach blossom eyes and raised his eyebrows, as if to ask if there was anything he wanted to ask.

Being caught suddenly, Zhao Chuyu didn't know why, but she felt her earlobe getting a little hot. She didn't dare to look him in the eye again. She said nothing, and quickly looked away, flipping through the album in her hand, which made her look even more obvious.

She calmed herself down and focused on looking at his childhood photos.

This hardcover photo album has a very textured feel.

The photographers at that time were very skilled and his every expression was captured very well.

Although each of his faces was expressionless and like a puppet, she could still see different emotions in his eyes.

Maybe he really doesn't like taking photos. There are only six photos in the whole album, and they are all solo photos taken on his birthday.

Every time she turned a page, the old man would tell her the time of the shooting.

Except for the photo of five years old, the next five are of six, seven, eight, nine and ten years old, and there are no more after that.

The only photo I have with my grandfather is the family portrait hanging in the living room.

She guessed that the blank space after he turned ten was because he had grown up and never had a birthday party again.

Given how much his father loved him, it would be impossible for him not to do it, and it is very likely that he would refuse to attend.

The old man seemed to see the confusion on his daughter-in-law's face and explained it with a loving smile.

"After Xiao An's tenth birthday, he said there was no point in having a birthday party for him, so he didn't have one until he turned fifteen, when he took a family photo."

That family photo was the only one with relatively complete people in it, all of them were members of the Qi family, and there was not a single woman.

Where Qi Jinan is, there will be no granddaughter or great-granddaughter of the Qi family.

This also shows his father's preference for him, which is beyond limit.

After browsing the photo album and chatting for a few minutes, Zhao Chuyu was taken away from the main building and returned to Jing'an Courtyard by Qi, who said that he needed to go to bed early.

The old man did not stop them. He smiled and watched the young couple walk out of the living room.

Although he was unable to say anything to his youngest son tonight, his little An was already very satisfied that he could sit here with his young daughter-in-law and listen to his nagging.

That night, the old man, who had buried his worries deep in his heart for more than ten years, finally slept peacefully until dawn.

On the other hand, Qi, who said he wanted to go back home and go to bed early, did not get his wish.

As soon as he entered the Jing'an Courtyard villa, Zhao Chuyu pushed him down on the sofa, and "fiercely" pressed him against the backrest of the sofa, her beautiful eyes glaring at him, "Don't move, give me your right hand."

As delicate and charming as she was in the living room of the main building just now, she was as "rude" now.

No matter if the sky is falling or the world is ending tonight, she has to check the wound on his hand and can't let him fool her anymore.

Qi Jinan seemed to see her determination and did not resist. He spread his hands on the back of the sofa and looked leisurely at the girl he liked who was supporting himself above.

"So fierce? Did I upset you? Huh?"

The voice is as low and bewitching as a cello, full of magnetism, as if teasing a little wild cat that has suddenly gone crazy.

With a hint of soothing words, Zhao Chuyu almost surrendered and could no longer pretend.

She pinched her palms lightly to stay awake and warn herself not to fall for his beauty trap.

She blinked her beautiful eyes at him and opened her red lips slightly, "Don't change the subject. I want to check your right hand."

"Must I see it?" Qi Jinan seemed to be making his last struggle, looking into her vivid and clear eyes with a half-smile.

Zhao Chuyu felt a little tired from holding on with both hands, so she adjusted her posture before replying with the same four words, "You must see it."

The former was tentative, while the latter was said with utmost firmness.

Qi knew that he couldn't fool her this time, so he could only stretch out his right hand in front of her and place it on her white and flawless little palm.

At the same time, he sighed softly, "Little Chuyu, don't cry when you see me."

He still remembered the scene when Jiang Yi cried sadly when her hand was stabbed by a dagger.

Except for the time when they were having sex, every tear she shed would make his heart ache.

Zhao Chuyu did not respond to him. He looked intently at the big hand in his palm, took two deep breaths, and then slowly untied the black tie wrapped around his right hand.

I thought I was mentally prepared, but when I saw the severe burns, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat.

She tried hard to hold back her tears, raised her head, and whispered through her blurry eyes: "How did you get burned?"

Several blisters appeared on top of the original injuries.

Because of soaking in water for too long, the whole hand has turned white, and there are two large blisters that have been opened and are bleeding.

Seeing that he had finally made her cry, Qi Jinan's eyes were filled with heartache. He sighed softly, raised his left hand, and gently wiped away the tears that were sliding down her fair cheeks with his fingertips.

"Xiao Chuyu, are you really made of water? Hmm? There is so much water flowing, do you want me to drink it up bit by bit?"

The last half of the sentence was spoken very softly, with a hidden meaning that only she could understand.

Seeing that he was being naughty again, Zhao Chuyu glared at him coquettishly, holding back her disobedient tears, and said in a tender voice:

"Be serious, what are you talking about? The baby is still in your belly. Be careful if he hears you, he might say you are disrespectful to your elders!

Tell me honestly, are all the meals I've eaten these days cooked by you?"

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