IX Cultivation

On a rare and cool summer day, Wan Ling took his family to the wealthy district on the other side of the river in the car of Mr. Yan.

The sun was just right, and Wan Ou was also looking forward to looking around from time to time, pointing to the scenery outside the window for the man next to him. At this time, the young man who became a driver could only drive hard and make sure that there would be no accidents before arriving at the destination. good.

"Dad, do I want to call my little dad's mother grandma?" Wan Ou was still holding the latest toy he got at noon in his hand. He was wearing a white shirt, stepping on cute little leather shoes, and raised a most eye-catching toy. Smiling softly, "Does Xiaoou have two grandmas?"

"It's so smart." Wan Ling said while helping Xiao Wan's hairstyle, "The grandparents here will also like Xiao Ou."

A week ago, Wan Ling and Yan Xi talked about meeting their parents. They were not in a hurry before. Yan Xi always said that he would wait for his father's attitude to improve before considering taking him back. Yan Xi said that he didn't like to see him. Being wronged, in fact, it doesn't matter, to Wan Ling, other people's eyes are really nothing, he just needs to have a clear conscience.

In the man's heart, this is like a ceremony. After meeting, Wan Ling will choose a day to tell Yan Xi the fact that he has been 'cold' to him during this period.

The car drove very fast, passing through a huge circular garden from time to time, entering the residential area, and arriving outside a European-style building similar to a manor.

The gate with intricate patterns opened slowly when he saw Yan Xi's car, and Yan Xi drove directly in, and he could see a big fountain in the center, and the splashed water splashed on the water from a high place, forming dense patches of water. The curtain refracts colorful rainbow light.

It was the first time for Wan Ling to come here, and everything here was as expensive as Chu's mansion, so inhumane.

On the lawn, a helper wearing the same uniform came over and waited for the car to stop, then opened the car door respectfully, and then a housekeeper in his 40s smiled and welcomed him, "Welcome back, young master."

Yan Xi didn't react too much, and after a slight nod, he took Wan Ou away from Wan Ling's side, and walked towards the gate with Wan Ling in one hand, while the car behind him was parked in the garage.

Before meeting Yan's father and mother, through the few descriptions and photos on his mobile phone, Wan Ling thought he would meet an old man who never smiled and a strict mother who was helpless to compromise and ease the atmosphere. How wrong!

Yan's mother is indeed a good talker, she even fell in love with Wan Ou at first sight, while Yan's father is unexpectedly a talkative old man, who can feel a sincere welcome to Wan Ling's coming man.

Wan Ling felt strange, but couldn't find the source of the strangeness, and was soon dragged outside together to eat on the garden terrace on the second floor, and soon put those clues behind him.

It was a pleasant meeting, and there was no such cold reception as Wan Ling imagined. In the afternoon, the two old people went to take a nap, Wan Ou also slept in another room, and Wan Ling wanted to see Yan Xi's childhood photos. Lawyer Yan hurriedly stopped him and took him to the artificial lake behind.

"You are diverting your attention." Wan Ling smiled helplessly. He stood by the clear lake reflecting the sky and said to the young man beside him, "One day I will see Lawyer Yan as a child."

The young man who wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind bit the man's earlobe and said, "There's nothing to look at."

"I don't think there's anything here that looks good on me. I prefer photo albums." Wan Ling guessed that Lawyer Yan must have taken some embarrassing photos when he was a child, so that he now regards it as black history and hides it in the bottom area of ​​the bookcase, "Maybe... …I'm looking forward to seeing pictures of someone running around with their butt naked."

"No." Lawyer Yan said with a smile in his voice, "I'm sorry for disappointing you."

"I don't believe it." Wan Ling pretended to go back, "I only trust my own eyes."

Yan Xi grabbed her lover and pulled her back into her arms, and finally hugged her with a horizontal hug. The scared Wan Ling quickly hugged the young man's neck and said, "What are you doing?"

Lawyer Yan shook the man in his arms and said, "Don't run away." As he spoke, he walked towards the swing under the dense old tree and said, "Honey, you seem to be heavy..."

Wan Ling was taken aback, squinted his eyes and smiled, "I can't hold it anymore?" The man's long and narrow eyes looked like some kind of animal at this moment, "Should we switch places?"

The handsome young man was in a good mood, he took a bite of his lover and said, "No need, no matter how fat my baby is ten catties."

"Okay, you said it." Wan Ling's demeanor was quiet and indifferent, and his occasional petty temper and cheerfulness made those who were infatuated with him feel even more deprived of all eyes.

Yan Xi pampered and responded, while putting Wan Ling on the swing, she stood behind and pushed, and the two lovers who were not too young enjoyed another time together without getting tired of it.

The former Yan Xi was also very romantic, but Wan Ling has been particularly able to feel the other party's intentions recently, maybe because there is something wrong with him, Wan Ling always feels that he has more and more different expectations for Yan Xi, and sometimes felt that Some repressive restraints also disappeared.

The man knows that he is getting a little emotional at the beginning, but the overall direction is good, so he also enjoys it.

Ye Qingming didn't call again this week, only Bai Xian and Qiao Yue came to their house as guests.

At work, it is rare to see Chu Dakuan pushed by his young housekeeper to the hospital for inspection.

Everyone is very good. If this is a fairy tale, then the story will come to an end here. Everyone has their own happiness. The last plot is a perfect ending when Wan Ling tells Yan Xi that he is going to be a father.

But life is not a fairy tale.

Hearing the ringing of '铃——', Wan Ling took out his mobile phone to see who it was, and then consciously handed it to Yan Xi who pushed him behind him. Yan Xi raised his eyebrows, his eyes gradually darkened, and said to Wan Ling : "Let me talk to him." The 'he' here naturally refers to Ye Qingming who just said he was settled, but immediately reverted to his old ways.

Wan Ling raised his head, and was kissed between the eyebrows by the young man behind him, then Yan Xi walked to the lake not far away, with his back to Wan Ling's side, his back was tall and perfect, but Wan Ling didn't have the heart to look at it, he sat There is a person lying on the branch of a lush old tree directly above the swing, wearing pure white silk pajamas, the whole person who is dazzled by the light seems to be dreaming.

If Wan Ling hadn't raised his head, he wouldn't have noticed that there was still a person on the tree. He was slightly surprised, but the people on the tree also looked down at him.

Wan Ling was in a trance, and his pupils shrank when he saw the exquisite appearance of the other party clearly. His silvery white soft hair, slightly reddish light gray eyes, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes all made Wan Ling uneasy. To be sure, this person is...

"Ah... Jue?"

Wan Ling yelled almost subconsciously, but the young man lying on the branch of the big tree blinked slowly, his light eyelashes concealed the endless deepness in his eyes, and he just looked not far away calmly. Yan Xi seemed to have finished the phone call.

Wan Ling followed the other party's line of sight, and Yan Xi just waved at him and walked towards him, but when Wan Ling raised his head again, the young man in snow-white just disappeared as if he had never appeared...

159. Like a Proud Elf King

Yan Zhijue has no favorite season.

He would only stay in a yard as big as the Yan family's all year round and rarely even leave the door, watching the spring flowers and autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow with cold eyes.

Due to his natural constitution, Yan Zhi would never be able to see the sun, as if standing under the sun would make his eyes go blind. He couldn't feel the scorching heat and warmth brought by the sun, he just felt bored.

Yan Zhijue was finally born at this age and basically mastered his illness, and he would not fight against his body. Fortunately, it is not the most serious type of albinism, and he will not lie weakly on the bed at every turn. I am very cruel, and there is nothing wrong with exercising myself except that I cannot see the light often.

But today, something is destined to be different.

As soon as the young man woke up, he sat in his huge bedroom in panic. His pair of light-colored eyes showed deep indifference. His soft silver-white hair was loosely thrown away by him, but a few strands still fell in his ears. Like a proud elf king.

The "Elf King" has a little habit. He is used to smiling in the mirror, looking at his innocent and harmless appearance in the mirror. The young man seems to think that he is a good person, as if he has the world in his heart and is extremely kind.

However, as soon as he got out of the mirror, the young man had no intention of pretending. He was even stingy with a smile. His anti-social and world-weary complex was revealed in his bones. He was indifferent like a living dead without any goal, just lingering on his last breath...

The ridiculous thing is that very few people know of his existence. He, who was supposed to be damned, probably exceeded many people's expectations after living so far, so he has been hiding in a dark place like his eyes, and no one has walked into him. the darkness of...

Yan Zhijue's room is on the third floor. Outside the window is a huge old tree with lush branches and tangled roots. Young people often sit on a fixed branch during their vacations and read a few obscure ancient books.

The young man knew early on that there was a guest coming today, so he consciously refused to go downstairs, and was not interested in knowing who the guest was.

But when he saw his dear brother leading an ordinary-looking man to the lake not far away with an intimate manner, Yan Zhijue blinked slowly, then stopped reading and looked at the book vaguely. The two people in the distance had no expression on their white faces.

That man was carried away by Yan Xi