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Yan Shu is keen on stealing under the noses of everyone - after nearly a week of harassment, Zhong Xincheng has a deep understanding of this, and as soft revenge, he rejects Yan Shu's invitation for a holiday date.

"Don't go." Zhong Xincheng sat in front of the computer and played games. He turned off the live broadcast microphone, answered the phone with his left hand and controlled the mouse with his right hand, and simply moved to clear the line. "Writing a thesis, the end of the term."

The sound of the mouse clicked, and he replied without changing his face.

"Did my boyfriend major in e-sports?" The person on the other end of the phone was full of smiles, and he whispered into the phone receiver: "At the end of the semester, I have to work overtime to score points."

Zhong Xincheng's face froze, he manually switched the live broadcast interface, and saw the clean and concise name at the top of the fan list: YSSS.

Title: [The Man of Zxinc]

This man has already stepped on [Qingya Shanglei·Huandie·Ice and Snow Dance] to No.2. The night before yesterday, Zhong Xincheng changed the name of the number one contribution list, and went to the live broadcast room to give rewards frantically. He smashed himself into the top of the list.

"Hey uu, have you noticed that Yangou comes every day recently?"

"You haven't seen him brushing gifts a few days ago"

"It looks like my account has been hacked..."

"Brother Xincheng specially changed his title..."

"I seem to know some ulterior secret..."

"+1"

"+12306"

"Do you remember that Brother Xincheng said that they knew each other before?"

"It seems to have been said...but who would believe it?"

"The clown is actually me?"

"By the way, brother Xincheng is on the phone?"

"Yes, and don't let us listen"

"Love Gone"

A row of bullet screens passed, Zhong Xincheng glanced briefly, and said, "How long have you been watching?"

"Since you rejected me for the first time." Yan Shu was a little noisy, like the sound of wheels rolling over stones in the street, he smiled and said: "One hour and three minutes, academic garbage can also make ten One-tenth."

"Where are you?" Zhong Xincheng asked after making up two more waves of troops.

"Go home." Yan Shu said concisely.

Yan Shu's home is not far from University A, two days of holidays are enough to go back and forth.Zhong Xincheng frowned and said, "You still want to ask me out when you get home?"

"Why, you want to go home with me?" Yan Shu pretended to be surprised.

Zhong Xincheng was silent for a second, then said "Be careful", and hung up the phone decisively.

Fans in the live broadcast room stared at the small box in the lower right corner of the screen, only to see Zhong Xincheng turned on the microphone, and the sound of the mouse and keyboard mixed together, becoming the best accompaniment for silence.Not long after, the anchor suddenly put his hand on his lips, his eyes slightly curved, showing an indistinct smile.

……

City b is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a long winding river at the south end of the city. Yan Shu's home is in a high-end residential area on the other side of the river.Yan Shu, who was returning home, dragged an empty suitcase out of the high-speed rail station, and it was noon when he arrived home.

As soon as the door was opened, the rumbling sound of the range hood and chattering conversations from the animation in the living room rushed out. The little girl in one-piece Bugs Bunny pajamas drifted from the living room, holding the screen and looking out.

"It's just me, no one else." Yan Shu laughed, threw the suitcase into the house, and looked for slippers at the entrance.

"Disappointing." Yan Yixuan pursed her lips, and she stood beside Yan Shu holding her rabbit ears like a catwalk, and looked out unwillingly before the door closed, thinking that a beautiful girl would pop out in the next second.

"Sister-in-law won't come back?" Yan Yixuan murmured in a low voice at first, seemingly rejoicing and regretful, then turned her head and shouted to the kitchen: "Dad! Don't be a squirrel mandarin fish! Sister-in-law is not coming back!"

The kitchen door was closed and the range hood was loud. No one in the room could hear what Yan Yixuan was shouting. Yan Shu pressed Yan Yixuan's head and said, "Have you finished your homework? I miss your sister-in-law all day long."

"How can I be thinking about that? I'm caring." Yan Yixuan slipped to the dining table as if oiling the soles of her feet, scooped up a palm of peanuts, and muttered while eating: "Brother, if you find a handsome guy like Brother Xincheng to come back, I'm just thinking about it, who cares about your girlfriend?"

Yan Shu stopped undressing, looked at Yan Yixuan with a complicated expression, and didn't speak for a long time.

You have to guard against young girls outside, and you have to guard against your younger sister at home. Is it so difficult to find a wife?Yan Shu gritted his teeth secretly.

Su Yue is a sentimental woman. She always likes to decorate her home exquisitely and warmly. There are all kinds of beautiful plants on the window sills. The dried fruit plate on the tea table needs three layers of carved mahogany furniture. The independent study room houses the husband and wife. The old books, pots, pans and pans bought from everywhere are of the same design and color, and even the sofa cushions are made of vintage fine silk.

"Mom said, tell your brother to clean up all the comics in the study, so that her scholarly pavilion won't be stained with vulgarity." Yan Yixuan pinched her nose to imitate Su Yue's tone, and circled around Yan Shu.

"I guess mom also said, tell your sister to pack up and sell all the handicrafts at home, don't let the small plastic products tarnish the elegant taste." Yan Shu also said with a smile.

"I don't listen, Mom didn't say anything." Yan Yixuan stopped the animation on TV and said seriously.

Yan Wen is a rigorous university professor outside, and a tenth-level chef at New Oriental at home. With Yan Shu as his assistant, there is no need for two women to enter the kitchen.After half an hour, Su Yue came home from class, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw the father and son wearing aprons trying the taste at the dining table.

"It's a bit salty, but it's okay." Yan Shu smacked his lips and put down his chopsticks.

"Honey, wash your hands and eat." The first thing Yan Wen saw was Su Yue who was coming home, he smiled very kindly, and greeted him.

"Didn't bring anyone back?" Su Yue put the bag away, looked around the house like a patrolling policeman, and almost went into the bathroom to search the corner, showing the same disappointed expression as Yan Yixuan.

"It's only been a week, what's the hurry." Yan Shu divided the chopsticks and said calmly.

"In a hurry to get married and have a grandson." Su Yue said casually, suddenly Yan Shu's expression froze, and the atmosphere on the table froze for a moment.

The cooking fume was turned off, the TV was also off, Yan Yixuan was busy washing her hands, and Yan Wen was serving food in the kitchen.

For a time, only mother and son were left.

Silence is fermenting, there must be someone who speaks first

"Mom, I remember... I told you." Yan Shu stood by the window, rubbing the hollow metal layer at the end of the chopsticks, and said slowly and firmly.

"Your mother doesn't have dementia yet." Su Yue pulled the chair away and continued, "Then what's the matter, then you can't get married and have children?"

"My child...it's a bit difficult." Yan Shu thought for a while and answered seriously.

"If that child is a girl..." Su Yue's voice was lost in the silence, the vigorous woman who used to stand in front of the podium was sitting at the dining table, the heat of the food was rising, blurring the woman's face.There are some deep crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, which become clearer when she smiles; her eyes are not cloudy, pure and brighter than gemstones.

"But it's too irresponsible to say such things, isn't it?" Su Yue smiled softly, she turned her head to look at Yan Shu, helpless and indulgent.

If the child is a girl, everything is easy—fall in love, meet parents, get married, have children, spend a lifetime together.No one will be prejudiced and blamed, no one will be bound by the worldly framework, and it will look easier than it is now.

But there are not so many ifs. It is extravagant and unreasonable to make such an assumption.

Su Yong remembered Yan Shu standing in front of her in early autumn, pointing at a boy in the live broadcast room with deep affection:

"Mom, I don't like men, but I like him."

At that time, the sun was more sinister than now, and the air was entangled with water vapor. Su Yong just listened to it casually, and she thought Yan Shu was just talking casually.

At that time, the horoscope had not yet been written, Yan Shu was still the smart and handsome child of other parents, and Zhong Xincheng was still just Zhong Xincheng.

But it doesn't matter, the current Yan Shu is no less than anyone else, her son.

……

Yan Shu and Su Yue were chatting at the dining table, completely ignoring Yan Yixuan in the bathroom.

The little girl was sitting on the toilet seat, and there was slow running water in the sink, and the bottom drain cover was opened, pretending to make the sound of water like washing hands.She held the mobile phone she had just stolen and flicked through the interface, glancing at the bathroom door from time to time.

What she had in her hand was Yan Shu's mobile phone.

In addition to fingerprints, Yan Shu's lock screen password also has a combination of numbers. Yan Yixuan knows that it is the password of the electronic lock at home.Yan Yixuan, who unlocked the screen, looked at the phone address book first, and there was a personal note that was a child. Yan Yixuan thought it was interesting, so she wrote it down first.

Sneaked into Yan Shu's WeChat, searched through a large area but couldn't find anything similar.

Didn't it mean that men in love would call their partners nicknames like "baby", "little fool", "wife", "daughter-in-law" and "little fairy"?What's the matter with the full screen full name?

Yan·Toxic by non-mainstream·Yi·Ten-level QQ space management master·Xuan is confused online.

After flipping through the groups, I bumped into the same person again: 【Children】

It looks very reliable!

Yan Yixuan clicked into the interface and felt that she had guessed right.

[Me]: A weekend date?

[Children]: No.

【Me】: But I miss you.

[Children]: I just met an hour ago.

[Me]: So?

……

Yan Yixuan was eager to scroll down, when suddenly she heard a heavy knock on the door, and the Lord lazily shouted at the door:

"How many times have you washed it? You can't wash your hands again."

"Hey--get on--come on--" Yan Yixuan was startled, the phone in her hand almost fell to the ground, she grabbed the phone in a hurry, pretended to come out right away, and quickly turned to the child's personal The interface starts to record WeChat IDs.

【Zjsbxrnjzsycqzmc】

Yan Yixuan: ...

It can't be any shorter! ! !

Gossip can stimulate the potential of human beings. Usually, Chibi Fu and Li Sao can't be memorized even if they die, but now they recite out of order micro-signals every minute.

Yan Yixuan hid Yan Shu's cell phone, and when she opened the door with a sunflower-like face, she turned 360 degrees to her brother who was in love.

"You have facial paralysis?" Yan Shu looked at Yan Yixuan suspiciously, and pinched her face.

"It's nothing." Yan Yixuan smiled, and slipped away along the crack of the door. Before she left, she heard Yan Shu behind her ask: "Did you see my phone? I didn't find it."

"No, you misplaced it again?" Yan Yixuan's heart skipped a beat, and she ran away laughing.

After Yan Shu came out, he found his mobile phone on the coffee table.

It's strange, he obviously doesn't remember where he put it here.