Entertainment: I treat you as my sister, but you want to pick on me?

Chapter 215 "Journey to the West"

"It's about my biological parents!"

Jiang Yan said in a deep voice.

In an instant, needles could be heard in the living room. Father Jiang nodded with a complicated expression, and took out the envelope from his pocket.

"This is a letter from the orphanage that adopted you. It contains the contact information of your biological parents. Sorry son, I."

Father Jiang stuttered a bit.

"I didn't let the orphanage staff disclose our home address." Father Jiang said frankly.

"Yan Yan, you have grown up, the choice is in your hands."

Jiang's mother tightly held Jiang's father's hand, feeling extremely entangled in her heart.

In fact, this letter was sent to Mother Jiang a month ago.

Jiang's mother didn't want to tell Jiang Yan, she was afraid of losing her son, but she also felt guilty for not telling Jiang Yan, after much deliberation, she decided to be honest.

Jiang Luoli put down her chopsticks, she was very nervous, even more nervous than Jiang Yan, her eyes were full of expectation, waiting for Jiang Yan to make a choice.

The envelope lay quietly on the table, and it could be seen that it had not been opened.

Feeling that the whole family's eyes were on him, Jiang Yan picked up the envelope, feeling the friction between his fingers and the paper.

In the next second, Jiang Yan tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

"Mom, I'm not full, do you have any more dumplings?"

Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Mother Jiang had tears in her eyes, she quickly wiped her tears and stood up quickly.

"Yes, there are too many. If there is not enough, Mom will continue to make it for you!" Mother Jiang walked into the kitchen and cried with joy.

"Hmph, he's my son!"

Mother Jiang was talking to herself.

"He is my son!"

Mother Jiang's tone was firm.

At the dining table, Jiang's father was in a good mood, took out the good wine that had been preserved for many years, poured a glass and handed it to Jiang Yan, and then poured himself a glass.

"New Year's Day, New Year, New Year!"

After Jiang's father finished speaking, he drank all the white wine in the cup, and Jiang Yan also drank it down when he saw this.

Looking at the shredded envelope in the trash can, Jiang Yan did not regret his choice.

"Oh, really, why is the trash can so smelly, I'll empty it out."

Jiang Luoli carried the newly replaced garbage bag and walked out wearing pink plush slippers.

Just after breakfast, Xuan Yiran's family came over to visit.

"Jiang Yan, you sing well."

Xuan Yiran is dressed quite beautifully today. The combination of a skirt and a white shirt. Seen from behind, the skirt is wrapped with plump peaches. Upwards is the waistline that is suddenly tightened. The hem of the lady's shirt is tucked into the skirt. And the narrow waistline outlines the graceful figure of a man with dry tongue.

But still the same sentence, no black silk, bad review!
Taking off the thick down jacket, Xuan Yiran grabbed August who was working hard to cook, and then started to pet the cat.

Yesterday's Spring Festival Gala, Xuan Yiran insisted on watching until the end, and was most impressed by Jiang Yan's "Unforgettable Tonight".

Jiang Yan Ge You was lying on the sofa, and when he heard Xuan Yiran's words, he remembered that he had forgotten to reply to Xuan Yiran's New Year's instructions as a lonely wine.

"Gujiu, congratulations on becoming a platinum writer!"

"So, what about Hei Si Zhao?"

Jiang Yan started the car skillfully.

Because Xuan Yiran and his family were visiting, the living room was very lively.

The elders chatted for a while, and decided to visit other neighbors together, only Jiang Yan, Xuan Yiran, and Jiang Luoli remained.

Seeing the message from Gu Jiu, Xuan Yiran pouted.

Last time, the chat records between the two of them were still on whether Xuan Yiran treated Jiang Yan as a younger brother, or as a childhood sweetheart.

After such a long time, Xuan Yiran figured it out.

She has always regarded Jiang Yan as a bad brother, and she has no other weird ideas.

"You and Gu Jiu are old perverts!"

Xuan Yiran rolled her eyes and said coldly.

Jiang Yan: "."

"What old pervert?" Jiang Luoli leaned forward and saw Xuan Yiran's phone screen.

"Hahaha, Jiang Yan, you and Gu Jiu are really like-minded, no wonder they became good friends."

Jiang Luoli burst into tears from laughing.

The title "Leg Playing Year" was given to Xuan Yiran by Jiang Yan. In the past, Xuan Yiran always drove in front of Jiang Yan, so Jiang Yan thought of a trick to preemptively strike.

Every time he met Xuan Yiran, Jiang Yan would say why he didn't wear black silk today, and Xuan Yiran was speechless and fell into silence.

Jiang Yan's expression was calm.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Taking advantage of being free now, I can chat with Xuan Yiran about the new book.

Jiang Yan continued typing with Erlang's legs crossed.

"I'm going to release a new book in a while."

Seeing Gu Jiu talking about serious business, Xuan Yiran went to the balcony on her own.

"So soon?"

"Covering the Sky" just ended a year ago, less than a month away from now.

Xuan Yiran originally thought that Gu Jiu would rest for a while before thinking about publishing a new book.

"What subject matter, how many manuscripts have you saved? Don't rush to publish it. I will report it to the editor-in-chief and give your new book a warm-up promotion in advance."

Xuan Yiran replied.

"I'll go to the bedroom to catch up on sleep first, and you can chat." Jiang Yan yawned, went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer, and sent both the classical and vernacular versions of "Journey to the West" to Xuan Yiran's mailbox.

"Journey to the West?"

Xuan Yiran was the first to open the classical Chinese version.

Chapter 1 "Spiritual Roots Cultivate and Outflow, Mind and Nature Practice Daosheng"

Chaos is not divided into chaos, and no one sees it.

Since Pangu broke the Harmony, opened up a clear and turbid distinction.

Covering the group of students and admiring benevolence, inventing everything to be good.

If you want to know good luck, you must look at the biography of Shi E on Journey to the West.

Xuan Yiran looked at it and frowned.

"This is not suitable for publication in the form of an online article."

As a professional editor, Xuan Yiran could tell that Gu Jiu had profound cultural attainments, and he actually wrote a novel in the original language!

But reading novels is just fun for readers. They work so hard every day, and no one knows how to read novels and look them up in the dictionary, especially "Journey to the West" is mixed with a lot of complicated, bitter and difficult idioms.

For example, this paragraph: If you don’t have time, you will go to the West; when Shenshi is late, it will be sunset; at dusk, people will be settled.For example, in Dashu, if it reaches the end of the Xuhui, the world will be dim and everything will be destroyed.

Xuan Yiran had no idea what this meant, it was too profound!

"Lone Wine, Your New Book"

Before Xuan Yiran finished typing, she saw the vernacular version of "Journey to the West".

two versions?

Xuan Yiran turned to look at Jiang Luoli.

"Luo Li, do you have a computer at home?" Xuan Yiran asked.

"Yes, there is one in Jiang Yan's room, and two in the e-sports room."

Jiang Luoli pointed to Xu Wenxue's carefully decorated e-sports room.

Sitting in the gaming chair and turning on the computer, Xuan Yiran logged into her account, and then opened the vernacular version of "Journey to the West".

Chapter 1 "The Birth of the Shocking Monkey King"

This is a fairy tale. It is said that a long time ago, the world was divided into Dongshengshenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanfangbuzhou, and Beijuluzhou.

In the Aolai Country of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a mountain of flowers and fruits, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain. One day, the fairy stone cracked, and an egg rolled out of the stone. The egg turned into a stone monkey when it saw the wind, and the monkey eyes shot out golden lights. , worship in all directions.

Xuan Yiran nodded in satisfaction. The vernacular is still simple and easy to understand, which is more suitable for readers to watch.

"Yiran, have you finished reading? It feels like turning to the next page." Jiang Luoli stared straight at the computer screen.

"Why, are you also interested in Gujiu's new book?"

(End of this chapter)