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In the study room of the Yu family, the master was sitting at Nuo Da’s desk, flipping through the documents in his hands. He had been back for a while, and he seemed to be staying tonight. He changed into gray home clothes, and he looked up at the clock. Frowning, he put down the documents in his hand. The butler happened to deliver something to him. Just as he put the things down, Yu Zhengyan asked him: "It's already over, why hasn't Minglang come back yet?"

The butler put down the things in his hand and said softly, "The young master said something happened in the school, so come back later."

Yu Zhengyan: "What is it?"

His son has something to do in school?He suddenly became curious. He knew his own son best. He usually had a dull personality, no interests and no friends. This was the first time he heard him talk about something in school.

The butler smiled happily, with a smile on his brows: "I was also curious at the time, so I asked a lot about it. Guess what the young master said? He said he was going to play a play."

"A drama?" Yu Zhengyan's eyes fluctuated a little.

The butler nodded: "Yes, drama. I saw him reading a book two days ago. I pondered over a book for a few days. I glanced at it that day and it was "Don Quixote."

Yu Zhengyan rubbed his chin with a smile in his eyes: "Then do you know what he's going to play?"

The butler shook his head: "That's not a question, sir, you know the young master's character, and he won't say more about things he doesn't want to tell."

After he finished speaking, he was a little relieved: "Since the young master came back from Melbourne, his personality has become a little more lively and he has gained some popularity."

Yu Zhengyan leaned back on the chair and felt a bit of a headache when he closed his eyes. Yu Minglang's temperament had changed a bit, but he didn't know where to start.Since returning from Melbourne, Yu Minglang is still as well-behaved and sensible as before, and the relationship between father and son has become closer, but whenever those eyes smile at him, he always feels that there is something wrong, his son is well-behaved, always He smiled at him, but he felt that he couldn't see through this child more and more. He was constantly growing, and after being away from him for three years, some things seemed to change quietly in places he couldn't see.

Seeing his headache, the housekeeper comforted him: "Didn't you want the young master to grow up like a normal child at the beginning? Now that the young master is like this, the husband should be happy."

Yu Zhengyan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed: "Gu Ji, that's not easy!"

In such a family, it is easier said than done!The child's mind was so deep that he could not think of it.

Yu Zhengyan: "I'm afraid..."

The butler's smile restrained a bit: "The young master is a smart man, he knows what to do, don't worry, sir, with me here, I will never let that happen again, besides, he is the only child of the Yu family, so it won't happen Yes, it is my duty and my wish to keep the Yu family safe."

Yu Zhengyan sighed: "I love him."

"But I'm afraid he hates me."

Steward: "You gave the whole family to the young master, he won't hate you."

Yu Zhengyan's eyes were cloudy: "What he wants is these, but not these."

"My own son is like me, but more ambitious than me."

The conversation was a bit depressing, and the butler's expression became serious. He suddenly remembered that in the hospital in Melbourne, the 17-year-old boy was lying there, his eyes were dark and fierce for a moment, like a wolf ready to go, he hoped that those words Yu Minglang listened, what exactly does he want?Gu Ji shook his head, power, money?When he is a little older, he will have it, so why rush it for a while?

"By the way," Yu Zhengyan tapped his fingers on the table, his brows frowned, as if there was another trouble, "over there, is he in better condition?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "The doctor has been there and said that he is still in an unstable mood and is making a lot of noise and wants to see you."

Yu Zhengyan's eyes seemed to be shaken, but he finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Leave him alone, let him leave by himself when he gets better, and put the house under his name."

"It was a wrong start. I can't give him what he wants. If I do too much, it will be useless."

The housekeeper asked cautiously: "How about some way to make him give up? Those women from the past are also..."

Yu Zhengyan shook his head, his lips moved: "Forget it."

Seeing his appearance, the butler understood it, but seeing Yu Zhengyan's attitude, he persuaded him before leaving: "Why don't you just stay, Mr. has not had anyone close to him for so many years, I think he ..."

Yu Zhengyan waved his hand: "Don't worry about him, if you give him the house, you don't need to worry about it."

He thought of something, lost his mind for a while, the housekeeper didn't bother him anymore, and bent over him: "Then I'll go first."

Yu Zhengyan: "Yes."

He was looking at the documents, but he was a little absent-minded. Do you want to stay?He can't keep it, one day, something will happen, he can keep a pet, but if he has friendship, he can't keep it.

Yu Minglang: "Sangsang, tell me, in this world, besides me, who would be so eye-catching and stand out from the crowd?"

Seeing that he was so serious, the classmate who played Sancho also got into the mood instantly: "That is, you are the thinnest and most famous sad-faced knight in the world."

At this time, Yu Minglang and that classmate stepped forward one after another, Qi Sen stood behind him, looking at the back of his head, a little dazed, the light hit Yu Minglang's face, making his facial features look more three-dimensional.

Yu Minglang: "Well, it's not easy to be as thin as I am. Sangsang, let's not talk about this for now, let's wait for me to move forward, eliminate all atrocities, bear all kinds of hardships and dangers, and when I become famous and king , I will make you the governor of an island."

The protagonist of this script is absurd and insane but also fearless, Yu Minglang has a good understanding, he grasped the character of the character, Wen Yu watched it very satisfied, and he praised it several times just by admiring it.

The classmate who played Sancho nodded: "Master, you must remember to seal my island, I am your most loyal servant."

Yu Minglang: "I am the greatest knight, and it is up to me to save this iron age, so what I say must count. Sangsang, let's go, continue to weed out the strong and help the weak."

The narrator stood aside and read: "Don Quixote and Sancho continued on their way, when suddenly dozens of windmills appeared ahead."

Qi Sen remained motionless, his eyes looked at Yu Minglang, as if he couldn't move away, there was no special emotion in those eyes, just a little dazed.

Wenyu pushed him: "Windmill, get on the windmill!"

Only then did Qi Sen come to his senses: "Oh, oh!"

He ran over and stood there, the props were not finished yet, he just stood there, Yu Minglang was standing in front of him, the two of them were only more than one meter away, he saw the man look at him, his eyes were like It was with a teasing smile, his pale pink lips were slightly drawn, Qi Sen's body stiffened, he only felt a sudden heat on his face, and his mind seemed a little confused.

All his changes fell into Yu Minglang's eyes, and Yu Minglang only felt happy: "Ah! Giants! Sangsang, watch me subdue those giants."

"and many more!"

Wenyu suddenly interrupted him again, she stepped forward, tilted her head and thought for a while: "Yu Minglang, there's something wrong with your expression? Is your smile too gentle?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Sen could only see those bright black eyes looking at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was not concealed.

Wenyu brought the script over and continued to analyze it with him: "Look, here is Don Quixote's excitement when he met the windmill, not like he met his girlfriend."

The people at the scene burst into laughter, but the ears of "Windmill" slowly turned red, and the redness was dyed from the ears to the neck, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

Wenyu patted him on the shoulder: "You performed well before, and you got into the mood very quickly. Who said you can't act well, but your expression and tone must be in sync! Right, come on, let's continue."

Yu Minglang smiled at the corner of his eyes: "Okay."

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