In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Chapter 57 (57) Brother Yan is the best man in the world

Yang Jiahui couldn't admit that Crazy Yan, who was only four years older than him, was so much better than him.

He roared anxiously with a pale face, "Crazy Yan is only 20 years old, how can he have such influence?"

"You only know that he has kung fu, but have you heard who his master is?" Zhu Yu is different from his cousin, because he has carefully investigated Yan Xian and Lu Cong about his mother Yang Jinye.

Before the investigation, he was going to take advantage of the loopholes to send a report letter to the commune, but only after the investigation did he realize that there was a huge disparity in strength.

Things like sewing machines are also considered to be belongings outside the body, and they will be returned if they are classified into the collective. Although he is also in pain, he has not lost his mind. It is better to bear it now than to lose his life over self-control in the future.

Therefore, he didn't want to start a fight because of his cousin.

His eyes scanned the empty aisle, and said, "My master was the number one warrior of the Eight Banners, and the number one expert in the Forbidden City. My master has passed on all his skills to Crazy Yan. Do you want to rush to see him off?" vegetable?"

"Don't mention the bravery of a good man, he died early in the morning, and don't mention the title of Yan, even his old master is not clean." Yang Jiahui is young and vigorous.

In his short life, he has never encountered any ups and downs, and his heart is filled with anger, no matter what, he is not convinced.

"I finished the invigilation in the afternoon, and I have a literacy class in the evening. I'm a little tired, so I'll take a break first, and you should think about what I said!" Zhu Yu didn't bother to persuade her, she would know when her cousin hit the south wall The green egg is swollen.

"Ah... ah! Cousin! Remember that little cousin is engaged, right?"

Yang Jiahui quickly caught up, pulled him hard, and said in a low voice, "You help me destroy Crazy Yan's test paper!
As long as I think that I will see him again in the future, I don't know what I will do..."

"You...you!" Zhu Yu couldn't hear the other party's subtext?
Obviously he has no intention of being an enemy of Yan Xian, but he has a mother who is unclear, and their Zhu family is still begging for life in the hands of Yang Guoxiang.

At this moment, he was extremely powerless...

He clenched his fists and walked towards the office with a dull head.

Yang Jiahui's voice came from behind.

"As long as this matter is done cleanly, I will add a dowry to our little cousin in the future!"

After a while, the voices in the corridor stopped, and the footsteps became farther and farther away...

"Brother Yan has the skill of beating people without leaving a trace?"

When Yu Cong asked the little brother, he didn't turn his head. From the refraction of the glass, he saw that his eyes were cold and rebellious, and there was a bloodthirsty chill.

So cool!

It was extremely indifferent and icy cold, as deep as a cold pool, full of bone-piercing sternness...

But when she turned her head quickly and looked at her little brother again, he was looking at her with a smile, pampering her slightly.

The eyes are clear and the temperament is clean.

Could it be that she was wrong?

Shouldn't it be...

If, if the little brother has always been so good at changing faces, his scheming is simply unfathomable.

"Yes..." He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his straight shoulders drooped, and the sadness hidden in his eyes seemed to overwhelm his whole body.

"My master was never a warrior of the Eight Banners in my heart, he was just an old man who lost his daughter.

Oh, by the way, his daughter is my uncle's long-deceased wife, Yan Zhan's mother.

Tao Yinling took me with her when she remarried. When I was four years old, the two families were visiting relatives for the New Year. My master accidentally discovered that I was a good material for practicing Kung Fu, so he wanted to accept me as an apprentice and inherit the mantle.

Tao Yinling agreed superficially, but in private she repeatedly tripped me up..."

Having said this, his eyes were slightly red, and he continued to speak with a mutter in his throat.

"I don't understand why other people's parents are looking forward to the success of their children, but my mother wishes that I don't exist.

Later, I gradually became sensible and realized that I was a fool, so I worked harder to learn martial arts and studied hard.

But the harder I worked, the more I was disliked by Tao Yinling.

Later, under her suggestion, I went to the hospital to sell blood again and again in order to reduce the burden on my family, but I never got a word of approval from my family.

Everyone... said that Yan Zhansheng was handsome, good at reading, kind-hearted, and kind-hearted.

I have never seen how hard I am to live, just to live... I will do my best! "

As each sentence fell, Yan Xian's eyes became more and more dull, and the corners of his lips drooped slightly, as if there was only endless loss left in life.

Lu Cong felt the little brother's grievance...

The heart that pity the fragrance and cherish the jade is trembling!

The suspicion in her heart disappeared in an instant.

Instead, she stretched out her small hands and patted his strong arms, searching for words to comfort him.

She looked up at him with reverent little eyes.

"My elder brother Yan is the most outstanding man in the world, but Yan Zhan is just reincarnated and becomes the son of a high-ranking official. If he is replaced by Tao Yinling, he may not live to be ten years old.

That is to say, my brother Yan is decisive in dealing with things, and he is good enough to live a beautiful life and make his life better every day. "

"Thank you, thank you Xiaocong... I'm fine, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, I've been used to it for a long time."

Yan Yan pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and sighed long and desolately, but he pretended not to care, it was a strength that had gone through vicissitudes.

He lowered his head silently, his eyes fixed on her face, as deep as a still pool, yet gentle and powerful.

Yu Cong was never afraid of being looked at by others, but at this moment, he was sweating because of being stared at by his little brother.

A pair of apricot eyes flicked left and right, looking at the aisle, looking at the messy ground, and didn't even give the little brother a brow or eye corner.

She slowed down, quickly changed the subject, and said, "By the way, Yang Jiahui asked Zhu Yu to destroy the test paper, so let's go there quickly."

"I listen to Xiao Cong." Yan Xian was easy to talk to as always, like a gentle brother next door.

The teachers' offices are all on the second floor. I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Yan Xian directly opened Principal Hao's office.

Principal Hao is middle-aged and bald. He usually wears a hat to cover it up. Now he is looking in the mirror at the sparse hair on the top of his head.

He pretended to be calm and put down the small mirror wrapped in red plastic, and said, "Uh... what's the matter?"

"Is it convenient to take a step to talk?" The corner of Yan Yan's handsome face was slightly raised.

He regained his calm and self-restraint, as if the fragility he had just inadvertently revealed was only shown in front of his most trusted little girl.

Feeling this way, Lu Cong couldn't help feeling sorry for his little brother.

Sooner or later, she and Tao Yinling would have a fight, not to mention getting back the 8000 yuan she owed herself, but just to vent her anger on her little brother, she would also stand up.

Principal Hao was a little guilty because he was found to be stinky, and he didn't realize that he was a one-person office at all, so he didn't need to borrow a word at all.

It was only after he got up that he walked to the aisle.

If you don't speak in the principal's office where there are no outsiders, what are you going to do if you insist on borrowing a step?

　Note: The Qing Dynasty ended on February 1912, 2.

　　The text is 75 years, and by chance, Yan Xian has a master who is 80 or [-] years old, so there is no problem.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)