Yan Zheliu turned around slowly, threw a death gaze at Yan Nanzhi, and said quietly, "That man?"

Yan Nanzhi looked at the face of "that man" and fell into deep thought. After thinking for five seconds, he realized, ran over excitedly, hugged him and shook, "Second brother! Why are you back and didn't send a message!"

Yan Zheliu laughed meaningfully, "I'm glad I came back early, otherwise the people in our family would not have recognized me as grandpa."

"Who said that?" Yan Nanzhi let go of Yan Zheliu and asked in confusion, "You are so different from your grandfather, you won't recognize you as your grandfather, right? It's almost the same to recognize you as your uncle."

Yan Zheliu:...

He almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face, thinking that even if Shark's feelings alone would run out of his eyes even if he covered his mouth. His smile deepened and his eyes gradually became dangerous.

Yan Luo and Yan Nuo next to them were already stunned, and later they realized that they seemed to have called the wrong person.

Yan Zheliu turned her eyes on them, "Who do you know me now? Huh?"

"It's not me who said you, second brother." Yan Luo Yi, the king of murals, said righteously, "As a boy, especially a handsome boy, you must not only do a good job in body management..."

Her eyes were as solid as the essence, looking at Yan Zheliu's figure inch by inch, with wide shoulders, thin waist and hips. She was not the kind of thinness with no strength to tie her hands. The smooth muscle lines were slightly tightened in the white shirt. The faint abdominal muscles could be seen from the slightly transparent shirt.

Yan Zheliu was a little uncomfortable being stared at and coughed a few awkwardly.

Yan Luo withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "A pretty boy should not only manage his body shape, but of course, second brother, you have a good figure, but also manage your skin and appearance. I will criticize you for this, and you don't have to shave your beard."

"Xiao Nuo and I deliberately called you uncle, but we didn't want you to be called uncle when we went out. This is a warning to you."

Her serious expression makes people feel unquestionable.

Yan Zheliu was silent for a while, "Then...thank you?"

Yan Luo agreed to the truth, "You're welcome."

The scene fell into an awkward silence again.

Yan Nanzhi looked at Yan Luo and Yan Nuo here, and turned his head to look at Yan Zheliu.

"Three great charitable men, are you looking at the mosquitoes outside who are too hungry and are you going to do good deeds and donate blood?"

At this moment, Yan Nanzhi is no longer Yan, silly, Bai Tian, ​​Nanzhi, but Yan, has turned black and black-hearted lotus, Nanzhi.

Yan Zheliu turned her gaze to the messy door of Yan's house, "You guys... aren't grandparents and parents at home?"

Seeing this mother's beating, she couldn't do anything if there was an adult at home.

"Here," Yan Nanzhi said honestly, "The four of us have made progress in the final exam this time. Grandpa and the others said that one person would reward us with one condition. Yan Luo "stopped" to get back a lot of seeds from vegetables, and told them that they would change the garden to a place to grow vegetables. These green plants were dug by them. Now they are looking for places everywhere to relocate these green plants. Second brother, fortunately you came back early."

I heard that Lantern Festival is preparing to adopt the strategic method of "spreading all in part" and dig it up from the corner first, and the entire garden will be dug without anyone noticing.

They can't lose to him, just do the big pen!

Yan Zheliu: "Hmm?"

"The rooms of the eldest brother and the third brother have been changed to the original forest style. Now your room is not known..."

A gust of wind blew, slightly lifting Yan Nanzhi's bangs.

Yan Zheliu is no longer in her original place.

In the yard, Yan Beihuai received a bucket of water and was squatting to bathe Damuling. A black shadow flashed in front of him. When he looked up, he saw a figure running hurriedly towards the main gate of the Yan family.

It looks familiar if you look closely.

He shook his head, not thinking about who this figure was, and continued to concentrate on bathing Damu Ling.

...

Yan Zheliu sat on the sofa with a numb expression, watching the entire Yan family mobilize, busying the Yan family's vegetable garden.

It seems that he is the only one in the Yan family who does nothing, like an outsider.

For three hours, no one cared about him!

After all, he hasn't been home for more than half a year!

In the end, Yan Luo, who was busy commanding, passed by and brought him a glass of water.

Although it was just a glass of water, although it was easy to use, and even after Yan Luo handed it to him, he immediately turned around and went to do his own business, but!

At least someone noticed him!

Yan Zheliu expressed her satisfaction, and her favorability for Yan Luo quietly increased a little.

Finally, the Yan family returned to the living room one after another. They were a little surprised when they saw Yan Zheliu, "Zheliu, why are you back? Don't say anything in advance."

Yan Zheliu said quietly, "You have said this upstairs, when I stop you from renovating my room."

His good mother looked puzzled, "Is there any? Why don't I remember?"

Yan Zheliu smiled and bit her back teeth, "Yes."

"Okay, have you eaten?" Ji Jingshui looked at the time. It was past eleven o'clock.

Yan Zheliu nodded, "I've eaten on the road."

The phone that Yan Luo was holding rang, and it was a string of incoming calls without notes.

"Hello?"

"Yan Luo? I am Song Feixi."

A clear and cold female voice came into Yan Luo's ears through the phone, like the collision of mint slices with water droplets after washing in summer, and the collision of ice falling into the glass cup, making people feel fresh when they hear it.

Yan Luo was a little surprised that Song Feixi would call her, and talked to the Yan family who was still reminiscing about Yan Zheliu, and ran back to the room to talk to Song Feixi on the phone.

Yan Nanzhi looked at Yan Luo's hurried figure and said in confusion, "Who called her? She even went to the room to answer?"

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"Fexi? Is this your mobile phone number?" Yan Luo walked back to the room, closed the door, and lay on the bed and chatted with Song Feixi.

"No, I borrowed the convenience store owner's cell phone," Song Feixi replied softly, "The notes of our classmates will be sent to your class tomorrow. Everyone has different foundations and different ways of taking notes, so notes may not be suitable for you."

"This depends on the better students in your class to screen them themselves."

Yan Luo lay on the bed, busy all night, and heard Song Feixi's soft voice again. Before she knew it, she felt a little sleepy. She yawned, "Yes."

"I roughly read it. The notes of Roewe in our class are the most detailed. He has made progress slowly through his own progress, and may be suitable for students with poor foundation."

"Um."

"Lu Rou's notes are more inclined to extracurricular expansion, which is of great help to some active-minded students."

"Um."

"Kangju's notes tend to be summarized and methodological, and are suitable for hard exams of the same question."

"Um."

Song Feixi told her a lot intermittently, and Yan Luo forced her eyelids to hold up, but at the end, she closed her eyes unknowingly.

At the end, Song Feixi heard Yan Luo's answer and tentatively called her name.

Only a shallow breathing sound came from the opposite side.

Song Feixi smiled helplessly.
Chapter completed!