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Chapter 290 True and False Daughter 5
Yan Qing pulled away from the memories, put the painting back on the table, and left the room.

Standing at the door of the room, she suddenly remembered that time in Haicheng, when she asked Yan Xiuwen if he liked her, but he denied it.

But he always mentioned it again and again, to find a place where no one knows to live, and the two of them will not be separated when they are together.

He was still the same, he never said what was on his mind, he always had to be guessed, but she guessed for so many years, maybe she never got it right once.

It was too late, everything she once wanted very much, but now she no longer wanted it, it was meaningless.

The door of the room was shut heavily, and the memories in the room, as well as those thoughts hidden by Yan Xiuwen, were isolated behind her at this moment.

The room behind me is what I wanted when I was seventeen or eighteen years old. It has become a thing of the past, so there is no need to mention it again.

Different from the room full of memories, the other room was obviously unoccupied, with only one bed and one table, and it was extremely empty.

According to Yan Tingzhou, this is the house that Mr. Yan prepared for Yan Xiuwen back then, and the old lady chose it herself.

Regarding Yan Xiuwen, Yan Qing could somewhat guess. The old lady probably didn't know his true identity, but the old man and Yan Tingzhou probably knew.

It is said that Yan Xiuwen was brought back by the old man when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. At that time, Yan Tingzhou was already starting a business. He had no grudges against this younger brother who appeared suddenly, and took good care of him.

The old lady didn't ask too much about Yan Xiuwen's identity, she always believed in her heart that her husband would not do anything wrong to her, and treated Yan Xiuwen like her own son.

Others thought that Yan Xiuwen was the debt of old master Yan's love affair outside.

Yan Qing guessed that Yan Xiuwen should have some deeper relationship with the Yan family. This kind of relationship is not like a relative, because she can feel from Yan Tingzhou getting along with the two Yan Xiuwen that Yan Tingzhou is very familiar with this Yan Xiuwen she is familiar with. It is respect.

She suddenly wondered, that body has been occupied by Yan Xiuwen, where did the original consciousness go, is it because he has always been in that body, lost control, and can only watch her body being taken over by another person? Control Possession?

Yan Qing's emotions suddenly became complicated.

That night, she had a dream, dreaming about many things from the past.

Yan Xiuwen didn't have a surname at the beginning. He heard from neighbors that his parents were arrested during the turmoil. He grew up eating a lot of food. Among them, Yan's parents took special care of him. The relationship is also very close.

So before they had a premonition, their parents entrusted her to Yan Xiuwen.

From then on, she and Yan Xiuwen depended on each other, and those neighbors took good care of them. As they grew up, maybe they felt that the handsome man and the delicate woman were very suitable, so they would start to tease them.

Every time when faced with those ridicules, Yan Xiuwen always stated over and over again with a straight face, saying that she was still a child and just took care of her like a younger sister.

Only Yan Qing himself, every time facing those ridicules, blushed and his heart beat wildly.

She likes Yan Xiuwen, she has liked it since she was very young, when the peers around her would be happy all day because of a doll, a piece of candy, and a beautiful little dress, she would sit in the small yard every day, He quietly looked at Yan Xiuwen in the room.

The way he looks down to read and write is very beautiful. He often reads it, even for an afternoon, and she also reads it all afternoon.

Yan Xiuwen sometimes found her peeking, and when he looked up, he smiled.

Later, he set up a swing in the small yard, and Yan Qing sat on that swing every day, watching Yan Xiuwen, waiting for him to go home.

That swing was exactly the same as the one in the courtyard of the Yan family's old house.

She was going to be reciting on stage that day, and she was in the background, looking out quietly, but she never saw Yan Xiuwen coming, but he clearly promised that he would come.

She dressed up for a long time, and wanted to use this to tell Yan Xiuwen that she was no longer a child, and she didn't want to be his sister anymore.

I like him, the kind of liking that I want to marry him and hide him privately.

But when she stood in the lecture hall, the crowd of crows under the stage was dark, and she could feel many people looking at her, but it was too dark, she couldn't see the appearance of those people clearly, she could only feel that there were still people taking pictures, The flash was very bright at that moment, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

In the evening, there were dark clouds and heavy rain. She waited outside, but she didn't wait for the person who promised to pick her up last night.

Seeing her classmates being picked up one by one by her family and friends, and she was alone, she suddenly felt sour, her eyes turned red, and she couldn't help crying, and everyone around her looked at her.

The heavy rain was pouring down on her, and she was in a dilemma. At this moment, someone approached behind her, holding an umbrella above her.

She turned her head to look, her vision was wet with tears and blurred, she tried to open her eyes to look, but she could only see a mole under the corner of the other person's eye.

That was the first time she saw Du Fengqing.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

As soon as Yan Qing woke up, the door of the house opened. She got up and walked out of the room. Yan Xiuwen, who had just stayed up all night, came back, exhausted, with a bag of breakfast in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up while changing his shoes. Yan Qing, who had just woken up, was still a little confused, and his long hair was a little disheveled, as if he was waiting for him to go home.

He had imagined such a scene countless times, but he never thought that such a day would come so soon.

Yan Xiuwen put the food on the table, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Qing nodded, "Some."

"Brush your teeth and wash your face first." As he said that, he walked to the locker in the living room, and found a set of mouthwash cups, toothbrushes, and even towels.

Yan Qing didn't speak, but thanked her, and then walked to the bathroom.

In fact, when she came here yesterday, she discovered that there seemed to be only one person living in this house, but no matter whether it was slippers or water glasses, there were double shares.

One had signs of wear and tear and was used, while the other was brand new and obviously belonged to Yan Xiuwen.

Watching people go to the bathroom, Yan Xiuwen couldn't take his eyes off her for a long time. No one knew that from the first day he lived in this house, he was looking forward to his Qing Qing also living in.

They would eat together in this house, and read books together on the sofa in their spare time. Just like before, when she was busy, she just sat there and looked at herself.

Only this time, he didn't want to treat her as his younger sister anymore.

In the bathroom, Yan Qing had just wiped his face and was about to hang up the towel, but Yan Xiuwen suddenly appeared behind her, with his broad shoulders leaning against her back, one arm wrapped around her, and hung up the towel.

"Have you been to the room?" The room full of all his lingering thoughts.

His lips were attached to Yan Qing's ears, and his breath was spraying, slightly hot and numb, Yan Qing's body was slightly stiff, and he even forgot to avoid it.

Yan Xiuwen's hand slowly covered her eyes, feeling her trembling eyelashes fluttering in the palm of her hand, and her voice was low and deep, "Cups, toothbrushes, towels, and slippers are all prepared for you."

The voice is low, as if it is demagogic.

"Ah Qing, stay with me."

(End of this chapter)