After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

When they returned to Yan's house, the Yan family couple and Yan Zhen who had dinner were sitting on the sofa watching TV together, saying a word or two from time to time, which looked very warm.

If you ignore Yan Zhen's cropped hair and his upright sitting posture.

There are several game consoles and a set of VR equipment on the table, Yan Qing looked at it and felt familiar.

When the three of them walked into the hall, the three who heard footsteps inside turned their heads and looked over.

Yan Tingzhou saw Yan Xiuwen, "Are you back?"

"En." Yan Xiuwen nodded and walked over.

At this time, Yan Shu found that Yan Zhen looked at Yan Xiuwen with resentful eyes, as if Yan Xiuwen had done something to offend him.

She took Yan Qing's arm and whispered, "Brother's game console is well hidden, how did it get out?"

"Oops...won't my novels and comic books be exposed too?"

Yan Qing gave her a reassuring look, "If yours is also found out, shouldn't it be placed on the table together?"

Only then did Yan Shu heave a sigh of relief, that had been her lifeblood all these years.

Yan Qing looked at the game console on the table, "However, I saw him locked and the keys were hidden the day before yesterday. How could it be so easy to find?"

It's hidden so well that it's a secret, the secret compartment under the bed, and the key is also hidden unexpectedly.

Yan Shu couldn't help laughing, "Let me guess where he hid it... The game console is hidden under the bed? The key is hidden in the shoe?"

Yan Qing looked at Yan Shu, "How do you know?"

Yan Shu clicked his tongue twice, "He only has these two old places. The whole family, except Dad, no one knows."

But everyone doesn't speak out.

"It's just a little strange, how could Dad know?"

"Could it be that someone in the family betrayed elder brother?"

After all, she couldn't imagine that such a godly and mighty father would think of going through the picture of Yan Zhen's stinky shoes.

Yan Shu looked around, and finally set his target on Yan Xiuwen, "Sister, I'm [-]% sure, this immoral thing must have been done by my uncle."

She kept her voice low, afraid that Yan Xiuwen would hear her.

Yan Qing was curious, "How can you be sure it's him?"

Could it be that Yan Xiuwen had the word "immorality" written on his face?

Yan Shu murmured softly, "Look at the look in the eyes of the eldest brother, I can almost cut my uncle into eight pieces."

Yan Zhen is a simple person, and his thoughts are written on his face.

Sure enough, if you offend anyone, don't offend Yan Xiuwen, although I don't know how the elder brother offended him.

After a while, Yan Tingzhou called Yan Xiuwen and went upstairs to the study to talk.

As soon as the two left, Yan Shu patted the back of Yan Zhen's head from behind, "Stop staring, if you stare at Uncle again, you'll lose your eyes."

Yan Zhen was filled with indignation, "Why is my uncle betraying me?!"

Madam Yan at the side picked up a game console, started to study it, clicked on it, played with it, and got addicted to it.

She squinted her eyes and said while playing the game, "Your uncle is doing it for your own good. I'm afraid that you will waste your studies because of the game. I think it's pretty good."

Yan Shu patted Yan Zhen's shoulder, "Look, how well Mom said it."

However, Yan Zhen could see from Yan Shu's face that he was watching his own joke, and felt sad, "I should have pulled out your two suitcases just now."

Hearing this, Yan Shu glanced at him, "Then what's the difference between you and Uncle?"

As soon as the game was over, Mrs. Yan got up, took a box, put the pile of game consoles and VR equipment into it, and walked upstairs to her bedroom with the box, saying, "Don't worry, I'll keep it for you. , promise not to let your father throw it away for you."

Yan Zhen stared at it reluctantly for a long time, until Mrs. Yan entered the bedroom and there was no one there, he let out a long sigh.

At this time, in the study, the two sat opposite each other.

After looking at each other for a while, Yan Tingzhou seemed to be confirming something, "It's you?"

Yan Xiuwen's thin lips parted slightly, "It's me."

"What's the question?" Yan Tingzhou sighed, "No matter which one, it's you."

Facing Yan Xiuwen, Yan Tingzhou didn't feel like he did to Yan Lao Er, but instead had a kind of respect that others couldn't describe.

He brewed two cups of tea, and put one of them in Yan Xiuwen's hand, "Look at you, in the past two years, have you found the person you want to find?"

Yan Xiuwen put his fingertips on the rim of the cup, but didn't drink it, and replied, "Yes, I found it."

Yan Tingzhou nodded, "That's good..."

After a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and asked again, "Is it a human or a ghost now?"

"people."

"That's a good thing. After so many years, it is not easy to find people who have been lost. We should cherish it."

Yan Tingzhou's words seemed to be talking about Yan Xiuwen, but they were actually talking about himself.

It is not easy to find my daughter, so naturally she should cherish it.

But in contrast, it is even more difficult for Yan Xiuwen to find someone who he thought was not in this world.

Yan Xiuwen: "Don't you ask who it is?"

Yan Tingzhou waved his hand, "The old ancestor stipulated that you should not ask about your affairs."

Yan Xiuwen will naturally say what he wants to say, and those of them who are juniors naturally don't ask what he doesn't want to say.

Yan Xiuwen's thin lips curled slightly, and his slender and cold fingertips held the teacup, lifted it up and took a sip of tea, looking in a good mood.

Yan Tingzhou looked at him and asked, "What about him?"

Yan Xiuwen: "It won't appear in a short time."

Yan Tingzhou sighed slightly in his heart, even though they were all the same person, they felt a little regretful.

After all, he has always raised another person as his younger brother.

...

At 11:30 in the evening, a voice suddenly came from the Yan family's bedroom, and then the door opened.

Yan Qing came out to drink on the sofa with the freshly warmed milk. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked up.

Upstairs, after the door of the master bedroom was opened, Yan Tingzhou went to the door of Yan Zhen's room with a dark face, carrying a box, and threw it on the ground.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows slightly. She remembered that the box contained Yan Zhen's game equipment. In the evening, Mrs. Yan moved the whole box into her bedroom.

When Yan Tingzhou turned around, he happened to meet Yan Qing who was downstairs.

The father and daughter met their eyes and were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Yan Tingzhou asked, "Haven't slept yet?"

Yan Qing shook the milk in his hand, "Drink a cup of hot milk."

He nodded slightly, and wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only say, "Rest early, staying up late is not good for your health."

Yan Qing smiled, "Okay."

Only then did Yan Tingzhou go back to the master bedroom, but when he stood at the door and turned the doorknob, he found that the door was locked from the inside by Mrs. Yan who had a temper tantrum.

He frowned, twisted it again, and confirmed that it was indeed locked.

At this time, Yan Qing downstairs was still watching.