It can be said that Anjia is troubled now.
When Mr. An arrived at the mansion, he first scolded An Chengya, and An Chengya lowered his head. He waited until Mr. An finished scolding, and then he retorted aggrievedly: "The rumors are not true..."
"I don't care if it's true or not!" Mr. An immediately shot back, "But everyone outside is saying that, so why don't you reflect on yourself?"
An Chengya remained silent.
This is a bit unreasonable. His mouth grows on other people, so he doesn't care what they say.
Mr. An just wanted to vent his anger on him, but when the evil fire was released, he regained his composure, and turned to look at the young man: "You go out with me later, and bring back your eldest sister's body. "
His tone was very indifferent, as if he was talking about an insignificant person, and there was no trace of grief on his face.
Originally, he was an extremely ruthless person, and the previous mood swings were only due to the damage to the An family's reputation. As for the death of the eldest daughter, to him, it was like a pebble thrown in a lake, the ripples disappeared, and there was no fluctuation at all.
It doesn't matter to him whether this child who is not expected by him is born or dies.
"By the way, before that, I need to send a telegram to your second brother to call him back." He didn't pay much attention to this second son, but now he remembered it.
But he didn't know that the second son had found a celestial master and was rushing home, already halfway there.
"Okay." The young man agreed.
When it was time to go out, he lowered his head and told Chang An: "Stay at home obediently and wait for me to come back. Don't run around, okay?"
Although he was instructing Chang'an, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at An Chengya who was carefully peeking at them. There was a warning in his eyes, and An Chengya shrank and lowered her head in fright.
"Okay." Chang An nodded obediently, and the young man's heart moved when he looked obediently.
He took a step forward, hugged Chang An, and after pulling the boy into his arms, he pressed a kiss on his forehead: "Kiss farewell."
Wet lips touched the sensitive skin, Chang An touched his forehead, and felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if a plant had grown out of nowhere and stretched out its immature stems and leaves.
Chang An experienced it carefully, and he didn't come back to his senses until the young man left—he should have kissed back just now, right
"You and my brother have such a good relationship." An Chengya said suddenly.
"Ah?" Chang An was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to him.
After all, An Chengya had always been afraid of contacting people.
An Chengya didn't want to get any response from him, but just smiled at him: "I actually envy you very much. You are always remembered by others. Unlike me, I have been living like an invisible person since I was a child. Anyone who People can't see my existence."
Even so, his expression didn't look envious.
"Actually, I feel very happy when the rumors about me spread out this time. Although it's not a good reputation, I'm finally not as unknown as before."
He narrowed his eyes, as if remembering something funny, he giggled: "I thought about it before, is it that only when I die can my existence be discovered? I also thought about it, What kind of death method should be chosen to cause a sensation... "
As he spoke, his eyes became a little crazy, and he even took a few steps forward, wanting to grab Chang An's hand.
Chang An noticed something was wrong from the moment he spoke, but at first he just felt that he was stimulated by something after being reprimanded by Mr. An, and he was on guard at that time.
So when An Chengya grabbed him, he quickly took a step back, avoiding his hand.
There were servants who had been paying attention to the movements of the two masters, and after seeing this scene, they rushed over quickly, and the two of them held An Chengya, who was about to rush over, one on the left and one on the right.
"I'm sorry to surprise you. The third young master has been a little nervous recently, and the pressure from the rumors outside has brought him too much pressure."
The servant quickly apologized, and almost said that An Chengya was mentally ill, which showed that his status in the An family was indeed not high, and the servant dared to stomp his face on the ground.
"It's okay." Chang An looked at An Chengya's wrist that was exposed because of her struggle.
If he was not mistaken, there were many bruises and bruises on it.
"But if you're sick, let's call a doctor." He kindly suggested.
"Okay, okay." The servant responded repeatedly, and carried An Chengya back to the room regardless of An Chengya's struggle.
Chang An stood still on the spot for a while, then sat down on the sofa, and couldn't help but think in his mind: How long will Xing Zhi go out? Is it too late to come back and have dinner with him
Somehow, without the young man by his side, everything became dull.
Probably because when the young man is around, he can always find many interesting things, and doing anything with him is very interesting, not boring at all.
When he was alone, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if something was missing.
If you let the young man know what he thinks in his heart, he will be very happy.
Although he is just a "playmate", Chang An has already gotten used to having him by his company, isn't he
He sat bored for a while, then ran to the balcony to watch the scenery.
The mansion is built along the river, and the wide river is under the balcony. Chang An remembered the story the young man told him, and looking at this river is a bit strange.
At this time, two fishing boats met on the river. The fishermen greeted each other and asked how the harvest was.
One said: "Hey, don't mention it! I don't know what happened recently, the number of fish and shrimps caught in the river is getting less and less, and even if they are caught, the number of dead fish in the net accounts for a large part! Worry dead!"
Another wondered: "You too?! I thought I was the only one so unlucky!"
The two communicated for a while, and found that this happened to both of them, and couldn't help but look at each other.
"Later, let's ask Lao Zhou and the others to see if they are the same as us." One suggested.
The other person nodded, and suddenly lowered his voice: "You said... Could something big happen? Animals are always more vigilant than humans..."
"Don't scare yourself, maybe it's just a coincidence." Although he said this, there was a bit of anxiety in the fisherman's eyes.
Chang An did not hear their conversation because he had already returned to the living room.
On the coffee table in the living room, there were still a few books that An Siyue received that day. Chang An was bored, so he picked up a book.
The book he was holding happened to be a travelogue, and after flipping through a few pages, he came across an article about Fairview City.
This book was written by the ancients, using classical Chinese, and it is written in a precise manner. It's not that Chang'an doesn't understand, it's just that he doesn't have much patience.
But this time was different, because he saw a very familiar description.
"Ye Kun?" He read out the name.
When it comes to Splendid City, it is inevitable to mention the fantasy story. Of course, it tells the version of the dragon slayer told by the young man.
In it, the author also mentioned General Ye's youngest son, Ye Kun is his name.
The author seems to admire him quite a lot, and praised him greatly in his travel notes, saying that he was amazingly talented and charming, but it was a pity that he died young. If it is because of this, he will definitely be able to become a marquis and a prime minister, and he will be famous in history.
Leaving aside the flattery about illicit goods, Chang An noticed that the author said about Ye Kun's death: "He died in a refugee riot."
It means that he was beaten to death by refugees who lost their minds.
Chang An didn't know what to think when he saw this.
He also noticed that Ye Kun's handwriting happened to be the same as that of the young man, and it was a coincidence.
Chang An unconsciously connected the two of them, and when he read that lightly written line, he couldn't help but feel a bit of heartache.
He pressed his chest, feeling this strange emotion, and was stunned for a moment.
…
Just when Jiang Ye was about to go out, his concierge stopped him: "Young master, here is a letter from you."
Jiang Ye took it and took it apart without paying much attention, and saw a very familiar handwriting.
There are only five large characters on the snow-white letter paper: "What do you want to do?"
"Have you been discovered..." Jiang Ye murmured, "It's really you, Jiang Man..."
The concierge looked at him in surprise as he pinched the letter paper on the phone, smiled strangely, and cast a worried look at Jiang Ye: dealing with corpses all day, the young master will not have any problems with his brain, right
"I'm going out first." He said nonchalantly.
At this time, he was that sunny young man again.
It's a pity that even if Jiang Man found out that he was making small moves, he wouldn't think about what he really wanted to do, would he? Because that thought... is really crazy.
It's so crazy that most people don't even think about it, and they don't dare to think about it.
Jiang Ye walked towards the police station with a faint smile, and greeted everyone he met very familiarly. No one would notice that countless terrifying black waves were surging in his heart.
And Jiang Man, who wrote the letter, was watching a good show at this time. Servant A was being questioned by the collar of servant B: "Say! Did you steal my jade?!"
"What the hell?!" Servant A pushed servant B away, "What nonsense are you talking about? Yu? Why do you have such a thing?"
His expression did not seem to be fake. Servant B shook his head in despair, sat down on the ground, and did not answer his question, but murmured: "My jade, my jade is gone..."
The jade in his mouth was naturally the blood jade that fell from Hu Sheng's body and was picked up by him.
He originally hid the jade properly, but when he routinely came to take a look today, he found that it had disappeared!
This is really a bolt from the blue!
For him, it's not just a lost opportunity to make a fortune.
He hesitated for a long time about that piece of blood jade, but he didn't dare to find a buyer to sell it.
On the one hand, it was because of Hu Sheng's death that this piece of jade turned into a hot potato. He didn't want to be suspected of having anything to do with Hu Sheng's death;
On the other hand, he always felt that this piece of jade had an ominous atmosphere, and he didn't dare to carry it in his arms all the time, which gave the thief an opportunity.
No, isn't the jade stolen
He didn't dare to report the case, because the source of that piece of jade was really unclear.
Servant A glanced at him, very puzzled: "Don't you have some kind of hysteria? You look poor, can you have any good jade? Who would want to steal your rags?"
He glanced at the messy beds that had been turned over, not only his, but Jiang Man's and servant C's beds were also turned over. Of course, Servant B got nothing.
Servant B just shook his head, and sat on the ground blankly, looking rather pitiful, and Servant A couldn't bear to scold him.
It's just that he was still a little upset, cursing something in a low voice while making the bed.
Jiang Man stood aside, turned around and left after witnessing the scene. He walked out, moved his palm slightly, and something appeared in his hand, it was the blood jade that servant B could not find anywhere.
The author has something to say: Ye Kun (kun)
A little angel is asking about a new article, and I'm already preparing the outline, saving the manuscript... maybe there will be _(:3∠)_ If there is no accident, the article will be published in mid-September. There are also benefits, let me tell you, it is a role-playing play