It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 47
Lin Qin remembers things early.

If the memory is stretched into a long line, the beginning of the line is about one year old.

The toddler in the picture is a small one, who is holding on to the edge of the coffee table and moving forward, pursing his mouth and practicing walking.

What triggered the memory switch was a quarrel in the courtyard.

The sharp roars and accusations lasted five to six minutes.

Xiao Linqin could tell that it was her mother's voice. Although it was completely different from the usual gentle tone, the child's natural closeness to her mother still made her want to turn around and visit her.

But then he lightened up and was picked up by his grandfather and sent upstairs to the bedroom.

Her body swayed up and down with her grandfather's movements, she leaned on his shoulder, blinked at the light source, and vaguely discerned the two simple words "Dad" and "Mother" from the whispered words in her ear.

The whole clip is like a dream flickering in the blurred light and shadow, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and even every time I recall it, I doubt whether it is an illusion caused by the influence of redundant information from the outside world or whether it is true.

But this incident still left a stubborn cognition in Lin Qin's mind in a bizarre and absurd way.

The reason why the father never appeared seems to have something to do with those who were scolded by Ms. Lin Yi at that time.

However, after she was one year old, Ms. Lin Yi resumed her high-intensity work. The mother and daughter saw each other less and less, and the person on that day never appeared again. The two old people never mentioned their father.

Lin Qin put aside those unreasonable speculations.

Until today, I really know the cause of my father's death.

The body reacted before reason, and tears burst out of the eyes.

She felt Uncle Yan hugging her from the side and back, and the warm breath rushed to her ear, and the warm breath penetrated into her ear socket with soft comforting words.

Lin Qin couldn't hear a word.

It was as if the picture from the source of the memory suddenly overlapped with the reality. She was still standing on the short side, turned around tremblingly, and looked at the white sunlight outside the living room door. There seemed to be a figure of her father in the light. The man walks in.

She raised her head with all her strength and opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't see clearly what the person standing against the backlight looked like.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure disappeared.She saw her mother again in a trance.

Ms. Lin Yi's face was a little worried, but it didn't affect her beauty and publicity as always.

She stretched out her slender and soft hand to touch Xiao Linqin's forehead, "Qinqin, you have a mother, and mother will love you as a father."

Lin Qin blinked and pushed away the big teardrops hanging from her lower eyelashes, thinking silently, They love me.

Then I love them too.

That's why he subconsciously explored the clues related to his father, and followed his intuition to participate in this matter before he knew the truth.

It's not that Lin Qin hasn't thought about her father's whereabouts, but she understood the meaning of death too early, and heard her elders mention "died in the line of duty", so she never showed her curiosity about her father.

But he died in the line of duty...why did he do it this way?

She took a deep breath, and her sore nasal passages became more unobstructed, and her senses came back together.

Uncle Yan turned from behind to front at some point, bowed his back slightly, and wiped away her tears with his knuckles awkwardly.

But the little girl's tears fell more and more, he didn't dare to leave to get a tissue, so he could only carefully rub her face, his heart throbbed with pain.

"Uncle Yan." Lin Qin came back to his senses, his clear voice became a little hoarse, and there was a bit of crying that couldn't be concealed.

Yan Shang had never seen a child's vulnerable side, and his heart ached beyond measure for a moment.

Repeatedly replied: "I'm here, uncle is here, why is the baby wronged? Tell uncle?"

Lin Qin swallowed, raised the phone, unlocked it and handed it out.

Yan Shang's first reaction was the issue of Internet public opinion, and he vetoed it in the next second.It is impossible to be influenced by the Internet with the mentality of a little girl.

With the back of his hand, he wiped off the drops of water hanging on Lin Qin's chin, took the phone with the other hand, and then his pupils constricted suddenly.

This is...Brother Cong? !

Did Peng Li send it to her? !

The enlarged photo happened to be moved to the center of the screen, and he could guess the content without even glancing at the text next to it.

Lin Qin had already stopped the uncontrollable tears, and called out, "Uncle."

"My baby here." Yan Shang pressed the lock screen button, put the phone on the cabinet in the entrance, embraced Lin Qin with great compassion, put his palms on the top of his head soothingly, and kissed her eyes.

"Baby, it's over, it's all over, and it will be resolved." He said comforting words, but he felt a little powerless in his heart, so he could only hug him tighter.

Lin Qin's eyes fell on the phone, she was stunned for a while, and said: "Uncle, I...I just can't accept it..." She thought about countless possibilities of dying in the line of duty, but she never thought that her father suffered such torture before his death .

Not even... not even a complete body left...

"Uncle knows, uncle knows..." Yan Shang responded to her in a low voice, constantly reassuring, "They won't end well, don't be afraid, uncle is here..."

He just received the latest news from the special zone, but he can't tell Lin Qin yet, everything will not be made public until the dust settles.

Then he diverted the child's attention and said, "Is the baby hungry? How about uncle making you sweet soup before going to bed?"

After Lin Qin vented his emotions, he was not in high spirits, "I'm not hungry, I want to sleep."

"Okay." Listening to the state of her voice, Yan Shang was a little relieved, and picked her up horizontally, "Uncle will take you back to your room."

……

From this day on, Lin Qin was sleepy in everything.

In the past, he was cold and indifferent, but there was a young man's vigor and agility in his gestures and gestures, but now he has a more gloomy expression visible to the naked eye. Apart from going to the company to help out, he just stays in the room and reads.

Every day, Yan Shang tries to coax her with delicious food, and tries to comfort her, but unfortunately, the results are minimal.

Until the Saturday at the end of the month, Lu Wanjiang sent a few tickets.

"Didn't Xiaoming's boxing ring be taken over by you? This time, we have set up a regular shooting club. You can take your eldest niece to play when you have time."

Yan Shang was standing by the island stage making gelato for the children, when he heard this he gave him a sideways glance: "The boxing arena is banned according to the law, it has nothing to do with me."

Lu Wanjiang put down the ticket, and poked his head over to touch a small handful of blueberries, "Okay, it has nothing to do with you."

"However, I think Xiao Ming asked me to deliver the tickets to please you, lest you go to his restaurant again because of your eldest niece."

"Well, I see." Yan Shang turned off the fire, poured the prepared strawberry puree into the boiled and bubbling milk slurry, mixed it and poured it into a blender, stirred it evenly, and then transferred it to the quick-frozen ice cream machine.

After every taste was processed, he turned around and cleaned up the dining table, "Are you still leaving?"

Lu Wanjiang: "No? I've come all the time, won't you give me something to eat on such a hot day?"

"Go out and buy it yourself."

"..."

But Lu Wanjiang still did not leave.He heard from Yan Shang that the child was in a bad mood, so he volunteered to knock on the door.

"Niece! Why are you hiding in the house!"

Lin Qin who was about to knock Jiang Lei back to work: "..."

She opened the door: "Uncle Lu."

"What are you doing? Why do you look so depressed? Do you want to go downstairs and play games?"

Lin Qin: "No."

Lu Wanjiang acted like he didn't hear it, and dragged her to the elevator: "Lao Yan made ice cream, and it's almost frozen. If you don't go, he won't give it to me."

"Just now I got you a few tickets to the shooting club, you can go out to play after eating later."

Yan Shang saw him pulling the little girl's arm over, stepped forward to separate them calmly, and rubbed the place he had grabbed with his big hand twice.

Looking down at Lin Qin, she was still gentle: "The ice cream I talked about yesterday has milk flavor, different fruit flavors, jasmine black tea, matcha and chocolate, which one do you want to eat first?"

Lin Qin took a good look at the food: "Milk, strawberries and jasmine black tea, add coconut flakes and pearls."

"Okay." Yan Shang pushed her to the table to sit down, and went to dig ice cream balls.

Lu Wanjiang took the opportunity to say, "Old Yan, give me one too!"

Yan Shang took out the irregular grass-shaped bowls from the garden series and arranged three ice cream balls, sprinkled with coconut flakes and cherry blossom pearls.

After showing it to Lin Qin, he answered him: "Do it yourself."

Both of them are used to his double-standard treatment, one eats with his head down, and the other digs with his head down.

Yan Shang picked up the ticket beside the table to check the address, "Baby, do you want to go to shoot?" Maybe it will make the children happy.

Lin Qin tasted the mellow and rich taste of milk in his mouth, nodded: "I want to go."

Yan Shang glanced at the time: "How about going at four in the afternoon? It's not that hot."

"it is good."

Lu Wanjiang was completely cold from eating, and he didn't want to go under the sun at all. He dragged Lin Qin to play games until lunch time and had another meal. In the afternoon, he logically followed him to the shooting club.

Fortunately, he said hello in advance, and the boss set aside a separate training ground and sent a female coach.

Lu Wanjiang was driven to play with his friends. Yan Shang had played with real guys when he was studying abroad, and the coach only had to explain some safety precautions and basic operations to Lin Qin alone.

Yan Shang walked around the equipment area and looked at the models of the equipment one by one. When he came back, Lin Qin had already put on the sound-proof earmuffs and was posing in a standard posture to shoot.

"boom--"

The first shot hit the nine rings.

The young coach was a little surprised.

"boom--"

The second shot without a pause seemed to happen to enlarge the bullet hole of the previous shot to the side, which was not as clear as the first shot.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

After another few rounds, the coach's face began to darken, he took a step forward and then retreated, not daring to step forward to stop it.

Yan Shang frowned when he heard the sound, and stood less than half a meter behind Lin Qin.

After the child fired ten bullets in a row, he immediately stepped forward to take off Lin Qin's earmuffs, put his palms on both sides of his head, and rubbed the back of his head with his thumbs to soothe them.

Lin Qin rubbed his slightly numb palm from the recoil, and turned to look at him: "Uncle, I'm fine."

Yan Shang stopped, let her go and let her face him, then pinched her earlobe and asked, "Have you played before?"

Lin Qin's ears twitched, "No."

"Do you dare to shoot ten times without playing it? The wrist and arm muscles are easily injured, and you are the one who suffers from tinnitus." Yan Shang was angry and helpless, and he didn't dare to do anything to her, so he put more strength into his hand Knead.

Lin Qin lowered his eyes, pretending he didn't hear, and when he finished talking, he raised his hand and pushed him away, "I'm fine, you can play by yourself."

Yan Shang: "..."

"Little heartless, you just find something interesting and ignore uncle?"

Lin Qin licked her lips without speaking, and turned back to reload.

Yan Shang signaled the coach to leave first, surrounded Lin Qin from behind, quietly watched her reload the bullet, and wrapped her hand and the shooting gun together in the palm of his hand.

Lin Qin raised his head and raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Yan?"

"Yeah." Yan Shang pretended to be looking at the target seriously.The Adam's apple rolling up and down exposed his heart.

Lin Qin chuckled, clenched his fingers, and pulled the trigger.

Yan Shang's heart trembled because of her coquettish voice, he forgot to use his hands hard, and ten shots in a row became Lin Qin's stumbling block.

The average score of this target is only seven rings.

"I'm sorry, baby." Yan Shang apologized, but did not show any sign of repentance in his actions.Still hugging tightly, fingers inserted into Lin Qin's, deliberately slowing down her filling speed.

"..." Uncle Yan became childish again.

After Lin Qin changed the cartridge, she elbowed him lightly, "Uncle, go and play by yourself."

"No." Yan Shang didn't let go.

"...Then I'll change my position." Lin Qin made a gesture to leave.

Yan Shang was stronger than her, he clenched his arms and pushed him to the edge of the table and sat on it.

"Uncle." Lin Qin called him helplessly, and unconsciously imitated Yan Shang's voice when he was acting like a spoiled child.

Yan Shang didn't want to let go of her anymore, so he took a step forward and leaned against the table, forcing Lin Qin to hug him like a koala to sit still.

"Baby." There was a smile in the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he took the opportunity to quickly kiss Lin Qin's lips.

Lin Qin couldn't push him away, and was still thinking about shooting to vent his depressed emotions these days, so he could only say, "Uncle, let me go."

Yan Shang still smiled: "No."

"...Then what do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me." He asked shamelessly.

Lin Qin didn't answer, but stared at him with dark eyes.

Yan Shang gave in half a step: "Then why don't you let your uncle kiss you? Didn't you say you want to kiss your uncle? You haven't kissed him for several days. You are not afraid that I will make you responsible."

As he spoke, he even brought grievances with him.

It's half acting and half real emotion, Lin Qin couldn't tell the difference.

After looking at each other for a while, Lin Qin tentatively pushed him, but the man was still standing in front of him like a iron plate.

She had no choice but to admit defeat: "Dear me."

The corner of Yan Shang's mouth lifted instantly, "Thank you baby!"

After more than a week, the kiss was light at first, but became more intense as time went on.

Unaware of the situation, Lu Wanjiang pushed open the metal door and made a creaking sound, allowing Lin Qin to be rescued.

"Damn...fuck!" Lu Wanjiang saw it clearly at a second glance, jumped back a step with a jerk, and hurriedly tried to close the door and exit.

The iron door specially made for the atmosphere of the scene was stuck in place unsatisfactorily, and there was an extremely harsh "呵—" sound.

Yan Shang helped the person to stand still, and took a paper towel to help dry the corners of his mouth. He wanted to say a few more words of love to the child, but when he saw the wronged brother at the door, he suddenly became angry.

Lu Wanjiang, who was still struggling with the iron door, shuddered: "Well...you go on, go on, pretend that I don't exist!"

Lin Qin: ...

Yan Shang: Hehe.

　Every time I write about Lu, I’m always happy, what kind of partner should be assigned to him hahahahahahahaha

　　
　
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