Raised by bigots, I ran away

The two walked to the second floor.

The second floor is larger than the first floor, with two empty tables, one of which is next to the outside terrace, because no one sat there because of the cold weather.

Yan Qingyang led Su Nanchuan straight over.

Su Nanchuan sat down anxiously. He has never been to a restaurant since he was a child. He has been nervous and uneasy since he entered the door. His pair of small deer eyes are timidly and cautiously looking at other places. If he accidentally meets other guests who come to eat When they meet, they are like a deer running away in a hurry, startled and frightened.

Yan Qinyang thinks that Su Nanchuan like this is a bit amusing, how can there be such a timid child, like a frightened little rabbit, jumping in surprise, making people want to bully him a bit.

But if he was bullied, he would cry like he did in the middle of the night last night, waking him up until he was half-pressed.

That would be troublesome, too much trouble, he doesn't like crying children.

Yan Qinyang stared at Su Nanchuan for a while, and Lao Jiang came up with hot milk.

Old Jiang put the milk on their table, and said casually: "Why do you take my brother to sit here? It's not too cold."

Yan Qingyang pushed the milk in front of Su Nanchuan, glanced at the other empty space, and said, "Dirty."

Lao Jiang turned his head and looked over, and there were two young guys in black short-sleeved sitting next to another empty table, with tattoos on their arms in a very social way. The two were talking and smoking while facing each other, making the room Smoky.

"Little kid, you can keep your voice down."

Old Jiang knew a little about Yan Yangyang, and knew that what the boy said was that the smell of smoke was bad, but if the two men with flower arms heard it, it might be another war, and his small shop would not be able to keep. up.

Yan Yangyang's face immediately turned cold when he heard this address, and his eyes like cold stars stared at Old Jiang gloomyly.

Although Lao Jiang is older than Yan Tanyang, he has heard a lot about Yan Tanyang's deeds. When such a big child is desperate for face, Lao Jiang hurriedly said: "I'll go down and see if the meal is ready."

Old Jiang ran away in a hurry.

Yan Tanyang's expression was still not good, and at this moment, Su Nanchuan's soft and timid voice called him: "Brother..."

Yan Qinyang looked at Su Nanchuan with unfriendly eyes.

Su Nanchuan had already had half a glass of milk, the corners of his mouth were white, and a pair of black and clear eyes looked at him timidly.

"Brother, fighting is scary."

From the moment he entered the door, he heard the shop owner's words, "Did you die again? Fighting again?", and he was keenly aware that the shop owner seemed to be trying to persuade Yan Qingyang not to cause trouble.At home before, he also saw the injuries on Yan Tanyang's face. Although Su Nanchuan was often bullied in the village, at least he was not bullied to the extent of being injured.

Those people in the village bullied him so much that he didn't get hurt, so how did Yan Qingyang get hurt like this?

Su Nanchuan guessed that Yan Kangyang might be in the same situation as he was in the village.

It turned out that such a powerful brother was often bullied, and Su Nanchuan felt sad and connected with the same disease, and couldn't help but want to comfort Yan Yang.

"They hit you and you run away."

Su Nanchuan shared his experience.

"That way you won't get hurt."

Yan Yangyang stared at him expressionlessly: "Run?"

Yan Qinyang smiled coldly, seeing Su Nanchuan looking at the wound on his face, and remembering that the child seemed to pay too much attention to his wound these two times, the self-esteem of the rebellious boy immediately sounded like a radar.

Yan Qingyang leaned back, crossed his arms naturally, and said with lowered eyelids: "Injured? Shall I take you to see how serious their injuries are? One arm is broken, and the other head almost exploded. One almost..."

Su Nanchuan's little deer eyes were frightened and uneasy, and Yan Yangyang's words doubled his fright.

Yan Qinyang watched the little boy getting more and more frightened, and was about to shrink into a corner, so Yan Qinyang stopped talking immediately.

He hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Just kidding."

"No one dares to bully me, understand?"

Go out and find out who Brother Yan is?No one in Changqing Street knew about it.

But this sentence is too pretentious, and the effect of saying it by myself is obviously like bragging and forcing.

Yan Yangyang doesn't like bragging, coercion, and even less like "showing off" his "great achievements" to this kid who doesn't understand anything.

Su Nanchuan nodded anxiously.

Although he didn't realize what was a joke, he seemed to vaguely understand that Yan Kangyang was different from him, at least Yan Kangyang would not be bullied.

Su Nanchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Lao Jiang came up with claypot rice.

Yan Qingyang pushed the pork ribs claypot rice in front of Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan had never eaten this kind of thing before, and stared at the casserole in front of him curiously, a little at a loss.

His hand was about to habitually support the edge of the casserole, but before touching it, Yan Qinyang pulled his hand away.

"Don't touch it, it's hot."

Su Nanchuan didn't dare to touch it immediately, and stared blankly at Yan Canyang, who saw Yan Canyang stirring sausages, half-boiled eggs, vegetables, and rice with a spoon.

Su Nanchuan followed suit.

But he was weak and he didn't dare to help the side of the casserole after listening to Yan Qinyang, so he just stirred it twice so that the rice came out.

Yan Qinyang was very speechless, and directly grabbed the casserole to help him stir it.

Su Nanchuan said softly, "Thank you brother."

Yan Wenyang glanced at him, this child has a pair of clear and clean eyes, innocent and ignorant, looks obedient, obedient and cute.

Such a well-behaved child lost his father just yesterday.

Yan Canyang couldn't help but softened a few times, and pushed the mixed rice in front of him.

"Eat."

Su Nanchuan nodded, picked up the spoon and started to eat.

Su Nanchuan had never eaten such a delicious meal. He hadn't eaten much for a day. He was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. drum.

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows: "Is it delicious?"

"No, it's delicious!"

Su Nanchuan didn't even raise his head, his little face was almost buried in the bowl.

Seeing how delicious his food was, Yan Yang thought to himself, is this delicious?It's quite easy to satisfy.

After dinner, Yan Yang took Su Nanchuan home.

Yan Tanyang didn't talk much, but Su Nanchuan wanted to say a few more words to Yan Tanyang, but he was too timid and didn't know what to say, so the two walked back home silently, one after the other.

After entering the courtyard, Yan Tanyang closed the courtyard door, and suddenly called Su Nanchuan to stop.

"come over."

Su Nanchuan was a few steps away from him, and walked over after hearing the words.

Yan Qinyang turned a round button on the dark red door, and said: "Turn this once and it will open, and the opposite direction will lock the door, remember?"

Su Nanchuan nodded quickly: "I remember."

When the two entered the room, Yan Chanyang said, "Go take a bath."

Su Nanchuan was stunned for a moment, followed Yan Tanyang back to the bedroom, and then said: "Brother, I, I have no clothes..."

He didn't bring out a few of the clothes he wore in the village. His father thought those clothes were too worn out and said that he would buy new ones for him when he went to the city.And the two temporary laundry items he brought were all in his father's bag, and the whereabouts of that bag are unknown now.

Yan Qingyang glanced at him, then went directly to the closet and took out some clothes.

Su Nanchuan originally thought that Yan Yang was wearing small clothes, but when he picked them up, they were all new and fit him well.

Su Nanchuan's eyes widened in surprise: "Brother, this is..."

Yan Yang: "Lin Yuemei bought it before."

Su Nanchuan froze for a moment, then realized that the new clothes he wore in Shenqing City were also bought by Lin Yuemei.

Yan Yang looked at Su Nanchuan: "They were going to get married, and they wanted to pick you up to live together."

So these things naturally need to be prepared in advance, but I didn't expect...

Su Nanchuan sniffed: "But my father is dead..."

Father died, Lin Yuemei couldn't get married, Lin Yuemei hated him.

Lin Yuemei might send him back to the village, but he suddenly didn't want to go back. They all bullied him when he went back. It's different here. There is a brother here. Although the brother looks bad-tempered, he doesn't bully him. And take him to eat such a delicious meal.

My brother is very good.

Yan Qinyang stretched out his hand and tapped him on the head, and said: "What happened to your father was an accident, that man was drunk and drove, he is the one who deserves to be damned, not your father or you, you know?"

Su Nanchuan immediately blushed and nodded tearfully.

Yan Qinyang gave him a slight push: "Don't think so much, go take a shower."

Su Nanchuan hugged his clothes and went to take a bath, but after a while the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Su Nanchuan's small head came in and shouted timidly.

"elder brother……"

Yan Qingyang raised his head impatiently: "What's wrong?"

Su Nanchuan shrank back, and whispered: "I don't know how to drive, drive that thing..."

Yan Tanyang paused, then stood up very speechlessly, and said in a bad tone: "Don't tell me you can't even take a bath."

Su Nanchuan silently followed Yan Yangyang back to the bathroom.

Yan Yangyang flipped the switch of the shower and turned it left and right: "Did you see that, push it forward to turn it on, push it back to turn it off, hot water on the left and cold water on the right, pay attention when you wash."

The shower above the head sprinkled water, splashing water all over the body.

Yan Hanyang simply took off his clothes and said, "Forget it, I'll wash with you."

Hot water splashed down, and Su Nanchuan was pushed under the shower and stood there.Su Nanchuan was a little embarrassed to stand naked in front of other people for the first time.

Yan Yangyang was not embarrassed at all, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Nanchuan, and said with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Okay, Xiao Nanchuan, he's still quite white."

Su Nanchuan's body is indeed white, so white that no one can see it in normal clothes, but the neck and above are tanned because he has been in the village all year round, which makes people think he is very dark.

Yan Qinyang squeezed shampoo on his head, smiled lowly and said: "It's okay, after a few days of care, my face will turn pale, and the little girl will not be able to walk when she sees her."

Su Nanchuan had no idea what Yan Kangyang was talking about.

The foam on the top of his head became more and more abundant, almost drowning him. Just when he felt that the foam was about to get into his eyes, Yan Hanyang pushed him into the shower, and rushed up.

After taking a shower, Su Nanchuan put on clean clothes and went back to the bedroom.

After Yan Qinyang came out, he saw that Su Nanchuan had already got into the bed, only revealing a pair of black and bright eyes, flickering.

At night, the temperature dropped a lot, and the room was a little cold. Yan Wenyang turned on the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and the room suddenly became dark.

The two children slept on the same bed and it wasn't very crowded. The damp and cold temperature in the south made Su Nanchuan very uncomfortable. He felt the coldness penetrated to his bones and crawled up his back. .

Yan Qinyang didn't feel cold, he had long been used to the winter in the south, he was really tired today, and soon after he lay down on the bed, he heard the sound of even breathing.

Su Nanchuan listened quietly with his ears pricked up, finally couldn't help it anymore, moved his body carefully, felt the warmth coming from his back, and finally closed his eyes in satisfaction.

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