He came with great glory

209 Chapter 3 The golden and green oily episode [-]
Fu Yan went out early in the morning, the town has a custom of setting off firecrackers before eating during the Chinese New Year.

When Fu Yan went out, every household was setting off firecrackers.

He wants to go out and have a look, a young man in his 20s.

"Well, brother Yan, my dad asked me to invite you to come home for dinner."

It took Fu Yan a while to realize that this was Wang Xinyu, the son of Uncle Wang's family.

When he was young, he didn't take Wang Xinyu to play, Wang Xinyu always liked to run behind these big kids.

After he was in high school, he never went back to the countryside, until later, in order to get revenge, Jin Can asked Wang Xinyu to pretend to be a rich second generation chasing her.

Wang Xinyu felt that there was a problem between Fu Yan and his sister, so he asked gossipingly, "Brother Yan, do you like my sister?"

"I like it." Fu Yan nodded, admitting generously.

Wang Xinyu gave a meaningful "oh" and said, "Then you are done for, my sister likes girls."

When the two walked to the door, Fu Yan saw Jin Can coming out of the small shop, holding a few large bottles of drinks in his hand, walked two steps, couldn't carry it, and stopped again.

Fu Yan walked over and reached out to carry it.

Jin Can looked up and looked at him.

"I'll help you."

Jin Can didn't speak.

Wang Xinyu followed with an inexplicable smile.

"Sister, he likes you."

Jin Can frowned: "Shut up, if you talk nonsense, you will die."

Wang Xinyu laughed: "Why are you so nervous? If you have a boyfriend, your uncle will be very happy."

Jin Can: "If you go home next year and bring a girlfriend back, your dad will be even happier."

Wang Xinyu pouted: "I'm only in my 20s, you're almost 30, okay?"

Jin Can gave him a kick without saying a word.

Jin Can originally thought that he would go back after putting away his things, but he sat down politely and had breakfast.

She also chatted with her uncle a lot, and her speech is more eloquent than before, probably mature.

Her uncle suddenly asked Fu Yan: "When I saw you that year, you were only a little over 20, and now you are thirty, have you married yet?"

Fu Yan glanced at Jin Can, then shook his head: "Not yet."

Uncle Wang nodded: "It's thirty, it's time to get married, and so is my family, Cancan. She's in her twenties, and she still doesn't have a date."

Uncle Wang changed the subject and asked, "How old are you older than Cancan? Two or three years old?"

Fu Yan: "Three years old."

Uncle Wang paused and smiled meaningfully.

"I heard that Cancan University is the same as your sister."

Fu Yan nodded: "Yes."

"It's a coincidence."

"Uncle, I'm full." Jin Can put down his chopsticks and got up to go back to his room.

"Well, dress up, wait for relatives to come, be decent."

The true meaning of these words can be heard.

Jin Can didn't speak, and went back to the room.

After having breakfast, Fu Yan pulled Wang Xinyu out of the door.

Wang Xinyu frowned: "Why did you pull me out?"

Fu Yan: "You always followed my ass around when you were a child, have you forgotten this?"

Wang Xinyu: "I was ignorant when I was young, who still follows you now."

Fu Yan glanced at his phone, the screen was a game.

"Like this game?"

Wang Xinyu didn't raise his head, he operated a small group battle, and then died on the battlefield, frowning.

"I'll buy you a full set of skins. I'll buy you all the epics, legends, and world crowns."

Wang Xinyu looked up at him with a look of disbelief: "It's true, what's on your mind?"

"It's okay, it's a lot of money."

"Full skin, a lot of money."

Fu Yan stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, held it in his mouth, and took out his mobile phone: "Add a WeChat, I'll send you whatever you want."

Wang Xinyu shook his head again and again: "Farewell, I know it's too short to take someone's hand."

Fu Yan: "..."

Not long after that, the Wang family left, a pair of middle-aged parents, and a young man in his twenties.

Fu Yan licked his lower lip, bumped Wang Xinyu with his arm, and raised his chin towards the three people who entered the door: "Your relatives?"

In the midst of his busy schedule, Wang Xinyu looked up and said, "No, I don't know each other. I'm afraid they are some distant relatives who can't be reached. I'm afraid they are not blind dates for my sister."

"Your sister is willing to go on a blind date?"

Wang Xinyu: "I don't want to, it must be my dad deliberately talking about relatives, and introducing the two of them in a disguised form."

Not long after that, Jin Can and the young man went out, and the two of them walked to a relatively open place.

Fu Yan threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and followed.

The snowflakes had stopped last night, and now they are drifting again.

The two people in front kept their distance and walked along the path. The fields on both sides were lush with green wheat.

"Hello, my name is Du Chengjun, you should have noticed it too? They asked us to go out for a walk because they had ulterior motives."

Jin Can put his hands in the pockets of his coat, lowered his head, and smiled at the corners of his mouth: "You don't want to either?"

Du Chengjun pushed his glasses and smiled: "I have a girlfriend, but my mother doesn't agree with it. The Chinese New Year forces me to go on a blind date. I can't help it."

Jin Can chuckled: "It's okay, we'll just say we don't have feelings for each other."

"Yes." Du Chengjun tilted his head back: "He has been following us, does he like you?"

"From the same village, when I was young, she was herding sheep, and was kicked by the sheep, so my brain is not working well."

Du Chengjun smiled: "But, I feel that he looks at me wrongly."

"My brain is not normal, I always feel that I am a hero, and I look at everyone with a look of envy."

"Then..." Du Chengjun paused, and suddenly found it interesting, "That's quite interesting, look at my eyes, as if he could come up and beat me in the next second."

"He dare not."

"So sure?"

Jin Can gave a faint "hmm".

"You know him well?"

"I don't understand."

Du Chengjun: "Judging from your tone, it seems like young couples quarreling and willful."

Jin Can frowned: "I have nothing to do with him."

Du Chengjun didn't speak any more, just smiled deeply and nodded.

Fu Yan followed behind, smoking one puff after another until the evening, when the man had dinner at Jin Can's house before leaving.

At the dinner table, Jin Can and that man chatted and laughed, as if they hit it off, Fu Yan was jealous, and his chest was raging with anger.

After finally waiting for the man to leave, Jin Can seemed reluctant to let him go, and followed him off, watching the man get in the car and go further and further before turning around and walking back.

Fu Yan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his eyes darkened, he took out his cigarette and walked quickly to block Jin Can.

"What do you do, make way."

"Did you catch your eye?" Fu Yan asked.

Jin Can frowned: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Damn, I'm your first man!"

Jin Can received a heavy blow to his chest, his breathing was stagnant, and his eyes were reddish.

Fu Yan was dazzled by anger, with deep eyes, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and led her into a dark alley.

"What are you doing? Fu Yan, are you sick? Let go."

With great strength, he imprisoned Jin Can between him and the wall. Jin Can began to panic, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at him firmly.

He drank a lot of wine at the dinner table at night, and now his breath is lingering, and she smells the strong smell of alcohol on him.

Jin Can's heart slowly began to become tense, and he pressed his body tightly against the wall, turning his face away.

Fu Yan noticed that her body was stiff, sighed deeply, looked down at her, and spoke calmly and gently.

"Jin Can, I'm almost tortured to death by you."

Jin Can: "You can choose to give up and go home."

"You think I don't want to give up? It's not that I haven't tried to find girlfriends for so many years. They are prettier than you, younger than you, and more enthusiastic than you, but I'm cheap!"

Fu Yan's grip on her wrist became tighter and tighter, and he lowered his head to stare at her stubborn lips.

She was very cold, she looked away, and her tone was cold: "Let go, or I will call someone."

(End of this chapter)