Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

The sudden change was like a dream, and Yan Yuxing was stunned.

Everyone around him was carrying out their respective tasks step by step, but he was the only one who was at a loss and stood aside in a daze.He vaguely guessed that this might have been premeditated, it was just a move by his father.However, being a spectator sucks, and he desperately needs someone who can explain to him from beginning to end, what the hell is going on.

Yan Yuxing looked at Yan Yaoqin who was not far away, and was about to rush forward to question him. He knew that doing so would definitely make his father unhappy, but he endured, endured, and his emotions slowly fermented. The unknown and the boredom exploded.

Fortunately, the younger brother came over in time, took his arm, rubbed his hair pretending to be mature, and softly dissuaded: "Brother, go home."

As the upright prince of the Yan family and the only heir of Yan Yaoqin, Yan Yuxing has received countless expectations, respect, and admiration over the past ten years. He has also experienced various calculations, use, and frame-ups, and was surrounded by the entire family to protect and cultivate... But There is one thing that he has never had, and that is warm and pure care.

Everyone will be tired, and he also hopes to be like a child, acting like a baby, playing with his temper, and having someone rub his hair and comfort him softly.

So at that moment, when I saw my brother beside me, I felt warm for the first time.

Yan Yuxing turned and walked towards the car, Zhuo Yang followed silently.As soon as he took two steps, he was suddenly pulled away by a pair of big hands, almost half-carrying and half-holding, and easily stuffed into Yan Yaoqin's own car.

Zhuo Yang turned his head to look at Yan Yaoqin, who was following closely behind him, and protested helplessly: "You are really not qualified to be someone else's father. Can't you see that your eldest son is suffering? Even if you are impatient to explain too much, A soothing expression, a word, can always be given, right?"

Yan Yaoqin didn't answer, and without looking at his son's face, he unbuttoned his coat, lifted his T-shirt, checked the kicked place on his waist, changed positions around the bruise and pressed carefully, and kept asking: "Does it hurt here? What about here? What about here?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head one after another, and couldn't help laughing and twisting his body to dodge when touched by the itchy spot: "Don't, don't, it's itchy!"

After confirming that the internal organs were not damaged, Yan Yaoqin heaved a sigh of relief. Like taking care of a baby, he helped his son tidy up his clothes and buttoned his coat tightly. Cubs? Take the cubs whose bones have not yet grown to the edge of the cliff, push them down, and let them struggle desperately in a near-death situation in order to learn the best flying skills."

Zhuo Yang curled his lips disapprovingly: "People have emotions, they will be sad, sad, and lost, and they will collapse if they are pushed too hard!"

"If you want to sit in the highest position, you have to pay a corresponding price. Even if you grit your teeth, you have to fight hard, so that people will know that he is qualified to sit in that position." Yan Yaoqin hugged his youngest son's shoulders nonchalantly, "Don't Worried, every generation of the head of the Yan family has come here like this."

Zhuo Yang wanted to say something, but he moved his mouth and stopped. He turned his head and stared at the night that was speeding by outside the window. ..."

Yan Yaoqin's hand on his son's shoulder stiffened suddenly, extremely heavy.

Zhuo Yang was very good at controlling his emotions. Before the car drove into the Yan family mansion, he had dispelled the sadness and put on a normal smile.

The family walked into the living room one after another, Yan Yuxing caught his father's gaze and immediately moved away.He couldn't express his dissatisfaction blatantly, so he was secretly depressed in his bones.For a moment, the air field between father and son became tense and awkward.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yang shook his head helplessly behind his back, walked forward, held his father with one hand, and his eldest brother with the other: "Don't you talk about having a good wine together? Let's go!" , came to the small bar next to the restaurant.

Yan Yaoqin had long been obedient to his younger son, even though he thought the palliative means were unnecessary, he didn't resist at all, and obediently sat on the sofa beside him.

Zhuo Yang looked back, the elder brother was still standing stubbornly, there was no smile on his face, he didn't care, he just winked at his father.Yan Yaoqin was helpless, coughed lightly, and instructed in a gentle tone: "Yu Xing, go and get the bottle of red wine this morning, and have a drink with Dad."

Hearing the words, Yan Yuxing hesitated for a moment, maybe because he heard the forbearance and kindness in the words, his face calmed down, he took the wine in silence, poured it for his father, took a glass himself, and sat down the other end of the sofa.

Zhuo Yang looked left and right, pursed his lips slightly, and sat between the two silent people.He is born a peaceful and optimistic person, good at disguising, forbearance, and empathy, so he rarely conflicts with others, and he doesn't like the negative or hostile atmosphere around him, especially the meaningless cold war.

Did not achieve the desired effect, he did not give up, and stared at Yan Yaoqin with big black and white eyes without blinking, with a smile that was not a smile.Yan Yaoqin naturally understood the youngest son's intentions tacitly, so he had to take the initiative to ask: "Yu Xing, how is this wine? Dad still has some discernment in choosing wine, right?"

"Ah?" Yan Yuxing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses. He shook the glass a few times, sipped a few sips, and replied seriously, "Well, the color is clear and bright, the aroma is light and long-lasting, and the entrance is smooth, with a hint of fragrance. The taste of fruit wood... Dad really has a vision."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes, picked up an empty cup, and approached Yan Yuxing shamelessly and begged, "I heard you say so well, my saliva is dripping out, give me a taste too."

Yan Yuxing was amused by his greedy look, and stretched out his hand to shuffle his younger brother's fluffy hair: "You can't do it, have you forgotten which greedy cat stole rum ice cream and couldn't sleep because of coughing at night?"

Zhuo Yang stretched out a finger and made a gesture: "Just a little!" Seeing that his brother was unmoved, he stuck his thumb on the joint at the end of his little finger and dangled it in front of his eyes, "Just a little, a little!"

"You, I really can't do anything about you." Yan Yuxing shook his head dumbfounded, and reluctantly complied with his younger brother's request, pouring the bottom of the cup for him.

Zhuo Yang looked at his cup, turned around and approached Yan Yaoqin again, pouted and complained: "Look, there's really only so much saliva!"

Yan Yaoqin could no longer maintain the majesty of his parents, pinched his younger son's elastic cheeks, and couldn't help but joked: "No way, elder brother is like a father, even if you don't listen to me, you must listen to elder brother's words! "

Yan Yuxing also added oil and vinegar: "Not only that, I have been trained by you for 15 years, and I am half an expert in respiratory medicine!"

The three father and son talked to each other, joking and teasing each other, and those frustrated and entangled emotions were swept away.

When Ling Caiyi delivered the snacks, she unconsciously lingered for a while.It has been 20 years since she came to this house. In her eyes, Yan's house is like a fortified castle. The high walls imprison everything inside, and there is no room for any deviation or mess.There are gorgeous decorations, but also dark corners, everyone has their own place, their own path, and a wrong step may lead to death.

But at this moment, a strange thought popped into her mind, how good would it be like this every day?Maybe... this is what a home should look like, right?Even, she also had an urge to join the frolic, big or small.

Of course, no matter what he thought in his heart, Butler Ling still obeyed his duty and withdrew silently.I just drooped my eyelids and sighed silently in my heart: Hee hee, that's great.

After a long day of work and a whole night of fuss, they were actually a little tired.After drinking some wine, his body relaxed, and while chatting, Zhuo Yang couldn't open his eyes, kept nodding his head, and leaned softly on Yan Yaoqin's body.

Dad and elder brother looked at each other and smiled, very helpless.

Yan Yaoqin spoke first: "Yusing, you are tired too, go and rest." He wanted to send the elder son away and take care of the younger son himself.

"Okay Dad." Yan Yuxing nodded, but walked over to embrace Zhuo Yang in a puzzled manner, "Let's go, go back to the room and go to sleep, can we make it any more pitiful, alas..." Zhuo Yang's eyes were half closed Then, he stood up with him, like sleepwalking, his footsteps were about to step out of tricks.Yan Yuxing sighed angrily, bent down, "Okay, I'll carry you upstairs!"

Zhuo Yang was not too polite, he took the initiative to lie on his brother's back, rubbed against him, and then fell asleep.

Seeing Yan Yuxing take his younger brother back to the bedroom and get into the quilt with care, Yan Yaoqin followed behind and stared blankly, but couldn't bring himself to stop him.

Yes, it's just his own idea to say that it's his own Ayang.As the old Yan who is about to reach his forties, it would be too ridiculous to eat his son's dry vinegar all day long.

He taunted himself, turned his head to think about it, and called the eldest son to the study, explained what happened in the past few days with reservations, and even expressed a little apology uncharacteristically.

When you put a person in your heart, a casual word from the other person will become an imperial decree, whether you agree with it or disagree, you still do it after all.

Yan Yaoqin knows that what he can give Zhuo Yang is very limited, so in these details, he tries to ask himself to do better, to care for him, respect him, love him, not treat him as a child, but as a relationship with himself same man.

Sitting alone in the study late at night, Yan Yaoqin casually lit a cigarette and smoked comfortably.The smoke goes deep into the lungs from the mouth, and then turns out, with pungent, bitter, but sweet aftertaste.

Cigarettes are sweet, the night is sweet, the youngest son is sweet, and the life of the 39-year-old Yan is also sweet.

His heart was very calm, without any distracting thoughts, his fingers clasped on the edge of the armrest, clattering, beating a cheerful and relaxed rhythm.Eyes inadvertently aimed at the corner of the desk, and there was a sticky note under the ashtray, on which was recorded the English address and contact information that I saw in Zhuo Yang's sketchbook some time ago in the apartment.

Yan Yaoqin put his feet on the table, leaned back, and sprayed thick smoke into the air, like playing a game.After a while, he finally couldn't bear the drive of curiosity, sat up straight, picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Ah Wu, check something for me..."