Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

When Yan Yaoqin finished smoking a cigarette and returned to the room, Zhuo Yang's mood had returned to normal, and he was eating the big bowl of clear soup dumplings in front of him, his mouth was stuffed, and he was chewing happily, like A little squirrel that only hides in the bushes and steals food.

Seeing Yan Yaoqin coming in, he beckoned, handed over the bowls and chopsticks and sincerely invited: "Old Yan, the craftsmanship is really good, come and eat together. Just pretend you want to fight with me, so that I will taste more delicious!"

It turned out that his son also had such a silly and gluttonous side. Yan Yaoqin shook his head helplessly, looked at the dwindling dumplings in front of the little guy, and looked at his obviously swollen belly. It reached directly onto Zhuo Yang's spoon, grabbed the dumpling he picked up, and grabbed it.

Caught off guard, Zhuo Yang squinted his big eyes and glanced at Yan Yaoqin quickly, then suddenly opened his mouth, ahhh, he bit his father's chopsticks, took back the stolen dumpling on it, and swallowed it.He ate in a hurry, and a small drop of juice stuck to the corner of his mouth, which was shiny.

Yan Yaoqin couldn't help laughing, and went to help his son wipe the stains from the corner of his mouth.Zhuo Yang obediently poked out one side of his cheek, pursed his lips and let his father help.Seeing his son squinting his eyes and looking naive, his lips were healthy and rosy because he had just eaten warm food, Yan Yaoqin's heartbeat began to speed up unconsciously, and he obviously felt a very powerful pounding in his chest.He secretly swallowed his saliva, held his breath, and calmly sipped the little bit of oil juice. His facial features twitched imperceptibly because he was too nervous, and he almost couldn't control it, so he kissed him directly.

Zhuo Yang didn't notice the flash of desire in his father's eyes at all. While eating, he asked about the old neighbors with great interest: "How is Uncle Tom doing? Is he getting fat again? His wife still okay?"

"He...he..." Yan Yaoqin was still in a trance, not knowing what to say, forcing himself to look away from Zhuo Yang, and then he was able to reply fluently, "He does look like a big fat man. Besides, he has Divorced from his wife and adopted an orphan."

Zhuo Yang froze for a moment, then curled his lips incomprehension: "Two people in their teens worked hard for half their lives for their families, but they ended up in divorce. If the family is gone, the hard-working feelings and time would be wasted." Yet?"

"Ayang, you are still young, and you don't understand how complicated emotions are. It is said that people's hearts are unpredictable, and even your own heart is not so easy to understand. Sometimes, you may have to take many detours before you can figure out yourself. What kind of person should be like..." Pushing oneself and others, Yan Yaoqin finally began to understand the meaning of it.

For Zhuo Yang at this age, the word "feeling" is not enough to arouse much interest.Just out of curiosity, he blinked his eyes slyly and asked: "Oh, then have you figured it out? Mr. Yan has become famous, but he doesn't even have a Mrs. Yan in his family. He has attracted so many famous ladies. What do you like?" How about it?"

Yan Yaoqin opened his mouth, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound.After a long time, he asked slowly, "What about Ayang, what kind of person does Ayang like?" Even he didn't realize it, his face had already unconsciously turned serious, looking forward to the unknown answer he was about to hear. , and afraid.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yang didn't pay attention to the conversation. He didn't pay attention to this question or his father's expression when he asked. This kind of problem seems to be a little early."

Yan Yaoqin quietly let out a long breath.

After eating half a bowl of dumplings by himself, Zhuo Yang patted his puffy belly, fell down on the sofa, smiled and looked at the ceiling with a satisfied expression on his face.Thinking of the topic just now, he continued shyly: "That kind of thing... I haven't experienced it. Even if I have an idea, it's just a fantasy. Maybe one day I will meet it suddenly, suddenly I will feel it, and suddenly I will find it. , oh, it turned out to be this person..."

Yan Yaoqin sat at the table with his back to his son, unable to see the expression on his face.After being silent for a while, he stood up, turned back into the loving father again, walked to the sofa and squatted down: "Ayang, you have eaten too much tonight, don't just sit around like this, you will have a stomachache if you don't digest it later. of."

Zhuo Yang stretched out his hand to compare his neck, and said with frowned eyes, "The dumpling is already full here, you can't move it, it will pop out if you move it."

"You stinky child!" Yan Yaoqin couldn't help being teased, pulled his son into his arms, and slapped his butt lightly.To his delight, Zhuo Yang didn't show any emotional resistance, instead he let out an exaggerated "Hey" and rolled back on the sofa, like a coquettish little animal.

Whether it's the alcohol that relaxes his son's nerves, or whether it's the familiar smell that evokes his childishness, Yan Yaoqin is overjoyed.The hard work these days has finally been of some use, at least the little fox is no longer on guard, and no longer waving his sharp claws, with a look of repelling others.

In order to help his son digest, and to have more opportunities to be alone and communicate, Yan Yaoqin decided to take his son for a walk.

Zhuo Yang was not very interested: "Mr. Yan, every time you go to the street, you are amazing, just like the emperor on a tour. I don't want to attract passers-by to watch."

"Okay, it's just the two of us. I'll be the bodyguard for Young Master Ayang." He couldn't help saying that he half hugged and half hugged him, helped put on his coat, changed his shoes, and even tied the shoelaces by himself. He pushed his son out the door.

Behind the apartment is a vast and quiet artificial lake, covered with misty water mist under the moonlight, creating winding cobblestone paths around the shore of the lake, stretching quietly among the trees.

Yan Yaoqin wrapped his arms around Zhuo Yang's shoulders, and walked slowly with his son in his arms.But Zhang Chongjiu and others followed tens of meters away, moving silently.

On the way, Zhuo Yang intentionally or unintentionally asked about Kang Yuzhu's work in the East Island, and then led his father to talk about some trivial matters related to this aunt.Yan Yaoqin didn't care what his son's purpose was, he answered all his questions, and he knew everything he wanted to say, and he couldn't stop talking.

After chatting for a long time, Yan Yaoqin cautiously asked, "Ayang, do you have any thoughts about Yuzhu?"

Zhuo Yang didn't answer, his eyes lightly glanced at the lake beside him, his gaze was as deep and calm as the water of the lake.

Seeing this, Yan Yaoqin quickly argued seriously: "I didn't mean to take care of you, it's just... didn't we agree to be friends? You know, I, old Yan, still have some influence in Lidao, although I can't do it. Covering the sky with one hand can still give you some help and protection, so...you can discuss with me if you have any plans. At least, my old and cunning brain can help you think of ideas."

"Can I believe you?" Zhuo Yang glanced at his father with a very low voice and a hesitant smile.Before Yan Yaoqin could answer, he quickly smiled in relief, "Actually, it's not a question of whether I believe you or not, but that I'm not sure about my own thoughts."

Yan Yaoqin wanted to ask a few more questions, but Zhuo Yang threw him away, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath: "The smell of moist soil is really fresh and pleasant." He also smiled when he spoke, showing a row of neat and shiny Little White Teeth.

"Ah?" Yan Yaoqin was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Yeah, that's great..."

Unknowingly, the night became heavier.When I wanted to turn around, I realized that I had gone a long way.Zhuo Yang's footsteps became slower and slower, his expression was not as relaxed as when he came here, and a thin layer of fine sweat floated on his smooth forehead.

Yan Yaoqin leaned down and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

Zhuo Yang raised his eyebrows lightly with self-deprecation: "It seems that this body doesn't like its new owner, and always wants to protest."

Yan Yaoqin smiled knowingly: "What are you afraid of, isn't there still Lao Yan!" He stepped in front of Zhuo Yang, bowed his waist low, and left his broad back to Zhuo Yang.Zhang Chongjiu and the others in the distance didn't know what happened, hesitating whether to step forward, Yan Yaoqin lowered his hand and waved it, and the bodyguards retreated into the shadows wisely.

Zhuo Yang was taken aback by Yan Yaoqin's actions, and was at a loss, his feet were slightly stiff.Yan Yaoqin took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around his son's knees, straightened his back, and lifted him up at once.Zhuo Yang left the ground suddenly, his hands and feet panicked under weightlessness, and he hugged his father's shoulders and neck reflexively.

Yan Yaoqin supported him firmly, his steps were quick and easy, and he did not forget to joke with his son: "How about it, the air at high places is more refreshing."

Zhuo Yang knew it was a joke about his height.Yan Yusi grew up slowly, only 15 meters eight at the age of 1.6, standing in front of his father and brother, like a visitor from the dwarf country.He was not angry either, he only tapped Yan Yaoqin on the shoulder, and commanded condescendingly: "Be your porter well, Ayao, if you are slow, you will not be paid!"

"Are you going to rebel, little guy!" Yan Yaoqin deliberately used his hands to knock him hard.

Carried his son back to the room all the way, gently placed him on the sofa, and waited on him carefully.

The one who carried the person was calm and relaxed, and was able to do everything with ease, while the person who was carried was thrown off the shelf, and his whole body was limp.Yan Yaoqin knew that Zhuo Yang had been ill for a long time and his physical strength was weak. After changing his clothes, he also sat on the sofa, put his son's calf on his lap, and kneaded it back and forth with his fingers.

Zhuo Yang relaxed, and twisted into a ball comfortably like a caterpillar. Without waiting for his father to do anything, he took the initiative to stretch the other sore calf over.Unexpectedly, the phone rang at this time, Yan Yaoqin had no choice but to straighten his son, got up and ran to the balcony to answer the phone.

Zhuo Yang leaned on the sofa, dangling his legs, bored, picked up his notepad, and doodled casually.A habit developed over the years, as long as my hands are free, I can't help drawing.The lighting in the living room is very soft and the temperature is comfortable. In addition, walking consumes a lot of energy, and soon my eyes are glued together, and I fall asleep on the back of the sofa.

When Yan Yaoqin came back from the phone call, Zhuo Yang was already fast asleep.The soft head and neck were folded into an uncomfortable angle, the mouth was pursed, and the face was flushed.

Lao Yan stood by and looked left and right, admiring him enough, then gently picked him up and put him on the bed in the bedroom.When the quilt was pulled up, perhaps because he felt the heat, Zhuo Yang swayed unconsciously, rubbed his head against the pillow, and gave a low "um" a few times.

A wave of heat evaporated from the depths of Yan Yaoqin's body, making his brain dizzy, his face hot, his limbs and bones seemed to be full of endless energy, and a certain part became stiff and tense.He quickly shook his head, fled out of the bedroom quickly, closed the door behind his back, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a big drag.

I accidentally saw my son's notepad spread out on the floor, which seemed to have slipped down while he was in a drowsy sleep.I walked over to pick it up, and on the page I opened was a sketch that I daubed with a signature pen.

The person in the picture is me, who is standing on the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window and talking on the phone. Behind me are the skyscrapers lined up on both sides of Huangting Avenue. Being in the middle, I am lonely and small.

The Yan Yaoqin in the picture frowned, looking a little cautious, and the commanding officer looked a little scary, with one hand in his pocket, obviously clenched into a fist, and the fabric on the edge of the trouser pocket was slightly wrinkled.Although it is only a few strokes, it has already shown its essence.

Yan Yaoqin used to be the protagonist, appearing in his son's pen countless times.There are sketches, prints, oil paintings, watercolors... all kinds of materials, wonderful.

But this time, it felt very different.It's still the same character, it's still the same face, but there are no more subjective conjectures and artificial modifications.This Yan Yaoqin is not handsome enough, lacks complacency, and does not see any extraordinary heroism, not a hero or a king, but just a 39-year-old to middle-aged old Yan who is confused, lonely, timid, and entangled.

Yan Yaoqin looked at this small sketch carefully for a long time, and sighed secretly, oh, so this is me, so I am such a person.

He took out a blade from the toolbox, carefully and completely cut the page along the junction of the book, and the edge was smooth without any burrs.He was not willing to fold it, so he deliberately found a dozen flat white papers, inserted this inconspicuous little painting in the middle, placed it in the drawer, and locked it.

After everything was completed, there was a kind of joy of finding unexpected wealth.

Put Zhuo Yang's notebook away again, but saw the address of an English record on another page.Yan Yaoqin didn't want to pry into his son's privacy, but somehow, he wrote down the long list of contents together with the phone number...