Chester was always full of guilt for Yan Suizhi because of the splashing water, so throughout the dinner, as the chef, he kept stacking the best food on Yan Suizhi's plate.
In the eyes of Mrs. Kitty Bell, these guests were all children, especially Yan Suizhi, who seemed to be the youngest. So when she was serving snacks and fruits, she put a lot of love into Yan Suizhi's dinner plate.
And the awkward Joshua Daller...
And the pure Rosie Dalle who joins in the fun.
In a word, with the joint efforts of these four people, Yan Suizhi's dinner plates were piled up like a mountain, and estimated with the naked eye, it was about three times his usual food intake.
"… "
The kindness was hard to resist, but Professor Yan Da smiled and picked up the cutlery, his face turning green.
Mrs. Kitty was very distressed by these busy young people, and always asked Gu Yan, "Is there a lot of work, do you sleep very little, eat on time or not, how is your health?"
The old man's memory is not very good, and occasionally repeats.
Gu Yan didn't talk much, but he was extremely patient. Even if it is a question that has been answered before, if he asks it again, he will still answer it as calmly as the first time he hears it.
And Professor Yan Da, who cared about students, would always secretly stuff food from his plate into his plate when he raised his head to answer the old lady's question, like a conscientious hamster porter.
Once the old lady stopped talking, Professor Yan Da would start a new start quietly.
So Gu Yan was dragged to chat again, and someone started to quietly transport food again.
At first, Lawyer Gu opened one eye and closed the other, and pretended to be invisible.
To be honest, he actually enjoyed this little private gesture.
Until someone took an inch under this kind of connivance, and calmly moved "the whole mountain" over.
"… "
Taking advantage of Kitty Bell and the others being amused by Master Qiao, Gu Yan took time to look at his dinner plate. After a moment of silence, he lifted his eyelids and asked calmly, "Mr. Yan, do you think I'm blind?"
Professor Yan looked at him with his chin propped up, pretending to be innocent for two seconds, finally unable to hold back the sheepskin, he bent his eyes and smiled.
Gu Yan resigned and picked up the fork.
…
It wasn't too late to come out of Joshua Daller's house, the low-rise residential area with thousands of lights.
When I got out of the alley, the roar of people and cars on Shuangyue Street rushed towards my face. Obviously only a dozen steps away, like two completely different and unrelated worlds.
As far as Master Qiao is concerned, he is obviously more used to places like Shuangyue Street.
But he was standing on the street, but he couldn't help but look back at the dilapidated alley behind him, and muttered: "The atmosphere of that kid's house is really good, I'm actually a little reluctant to leave."
In fact, I just ate a very ordinary dinner and chatted some nonsense gossip. In order to take care of the deteriorating hearing of the old lady, they occasionally need to repeat some sentences and deliberately increase the volume.
But everyone is relaxed.
Even Ke Jin seemed to be in good shape.
"Ke Jin seems to be a little better, look, he gave me a piece of candy." Qiao tossed the little thing in her hand happily again, showing it off for the 180th time.
"I'm not a goldfish, I have a good memory, and I just have eyes." Attorney Gu pushed him into the car while running, like a silly roe deer in a cage.
The door slammed shut, and Joe stuck his head out of the half-open window, "Aren't you two going to get in the car?"
"Let's turn around for a while." Gu Yan paused, then added with a paralyzed face, "Xiaoxiaoshi."
Joe couldn't hold back his laughter, he clawed at the car window and said, "You have today too."
"… "
Gu Yan pressed the start button for him with a blank expression, and kicked him and Ke Jin away together.
The residence that Qiao arranged was on the other side of Shuangyue Street, close to a river beach. It was actually very close. Walking along the straight Shuangyue Street, you could get there in five minutes. Gu Yan went around in a big circle and chose a road along the river.
Compared with Shuangyue Street, this detour along the riverside walkway is much deserted. Except for a few sporadic young couples who took a leisurely stroll around the river, they were still far apart, and there was no one on the long sidewalk.
Yan Suizhi took a few steps, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards Gu Yan, palm facing up, with his slender and beautiful fingers slightly curved, like an elegant invitation.
Gu Yan raised his eyebrows.
"It is said that there is an acupuncture point on the hand, and pressing it can help digestion." Yan Suizhi said it as true, "I will try it."
Some professors once said that they knew nothing about acupuncture points, and that if they believed in him, there would be ghosts.
Gu Yan put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the invitation, then stretched out a hand to hold it, fingers intertwined.
The winter in the wine city is very deep. Fortunately, there is no wind by the river, and it is not cold.
The two walked for a walk, not in a hurry to return to the hotel.
"Before in the orphanage, your state was a bit abnormal." Gu Yan said, "When the old dean was talking about the consortium, you lost your mind many times."
"So obvious? I've always kept my mind well hidden."
"Who gave you the illusion?" Gu Yan held the person's hand warmly, but he still spoke rudely.
Yan Suizhi made a "tsk" in dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong with the old dean's words?" Gu Yan asked.
Yan Suizhi shook his head: "That's not true, it's just... It might be a little difficult to get information from the people behind that consortium."
"how?"
"Because one of the two anonymous collaborators is no longer alive." Yan Suizhi said, "The other one has too little information and is a bit difficult to check."
no longer alive
Before Gu Yan could react from his firm words, the smartphone vibrated.
The person who came to correspond was the old dean. He came to inform Gu Yan that he had already received a reply from his friend and obtained some anonymous documents, which he was sending to Gu Yan.
The transmission efficiency is very high, and the interface for packaging files jumped out just after the communication was hung up.
Gu Yan glanced at Yan Suizhi and clicked in directly.
The screen of his smartphone has shared settings for Yan Suizhi, so two people can see clearly what is displayed.
The documents passed by the old dean are not small, there are about ten copies, most of them are feedback from the fund confirmation letter, some are thank you letters, and two sunshine bills that seem to be no problem.
The document contains the information of the old dean:
- Most of the information about Anonymous is classified. This is the limit of what I can get, and I hope it can help you a little bit. Also, I'm sorry to the guy you call "the scavenger" who grew up in my custody after all.
Gu Yan unfolded the documents one by one. As the old dean said before, the anonymous person has always protected his identity information very well. In this part of the document, the part involving them is actually only the signature at the end.
Only then did he understand what the old dean meant by "very... um's signature".
The first is the feedback of the fund confirmation letter. There are two obvious handwritings in the signature place. The contents of the signature are:
people & people
The second is a thank you letter feedback:
so-and-so
Third copy:
who & don't know who
Fourth:
old friends & kids
Fifth:
X&Y
sixth…
Attorney Gu closed the screen silently, unable to watch it any longer.
Judging from the signature alone, the two anonymous families didn't take this as anything, and they really didn't want to leave any information. Every signature was like a joke. Seeing people crying and laughing, very helpless.
Gu Yan rubbed his brows and spread out the screen again.
To his surprise, the signature of the later document has finally changed significantly—
From two to one, and the content of the signature has become serious, the signature is the name of the virtual consortium jointly created by the two. Represent the two directly in the name of the consortium.
Documents are arranged by year, with double signatures in the early period, spanning several years, and single signatures in the later period.
Gu Yan noticed the year when the single-signature first appeared. If it was before, he would not be sensitive to this year. But now it's different. When he sees this year, he will subconsciously remember that this is the second year after Yan Suizhi's parents passed away.
Gu Yan held the document, stared at the year for a few seconds, then raised his head, "One of them is—"
Yan Suizhi: "My parents."
"You checked it very early?" Gu Yan asked.
Yan Suizhi shook his head, and he pulled the first few double-signed documents in front of him, "Actually, there is still some information."
He pointed to "everyone" in the first copy and said, "Mr. Lin and Ms. Lu, two people."
He pointed to "So-and-so" and said, "It's still Mr. Lin and Ms. Lu. And this 'I don't know who', it's also them. But the first time I saw this kind of document was actually very early—"
Yan Suizhi pointed to the "children" in the fourth copy and said, "I was next to them when they signed this copy. I don't remember what I did. It seemed that I asked my father something, so I went into the study. They said 'it came on time, just didn't know what to sign'."
"I am deeply impressed by the content of this signature, and thanks to this impression, it is much easier to look up when I am an adult." Yan Suizhi shook the imitation paper and said, "If you use the handwriting library to find it, you probably won't be able to find it in your lifetime. to, because my father wrote it with his left hand."
He glanced at the signatures again and said, "Is it ugly?"
However, Gu Yan noticed another point, "You signed Y to donate to the orphanage..."
Yan Suizhi smiled and said, "It's not the abbreviation of 'Yan'. In fact, I want to continue my parents' signature, and I have used Renren and so-and-so in other places, and ghosts know who it is. It's just that Y is a bit of a coincidence. "
He paused and then said: "The old dean sent you these, which are similar to the ones I got at the beginning, but a few more copies. But as you can see, the information is very limited. My father would use handwriting that is not often used. , the other party will also, I have compared the handwriting library a long time ago, but there is no result."