"Mr. Yan, this way please."
The beautiful maid led Yan Shuang into the house.
The courtyard at night is more beautiful than during the day. The bright lights illuminate the fine white stones on the ground like jade. Yan Shuang walked by, and two beautiful maids were picking maple leaves in the courtyard. After picking the maple leaves, they just threw them on the ground , the fiery red maple leaves are spread on the milky white pebbles, red and white, extremely gorgeous.
Seeing Yan's eyes lingering, the maid explained: "Mr. thinks that autumn comes too slowly."
Yan Shuang couldn't help being speechless, thinking that Ji Wensong had a mental problem, and even had to take care of the change of seasons, and wondered why Ji Yao was so angry that he wanted to cut down trees.
The maid took Yan Shuang to the room where he and Ji Wensong met last time.
Compared with the majestic and dignified atmosphere of the old house, the exquisite tatami mats and low tables in this room are much inferior.
The maid brought utensils for Yan Shuang to cook tea on the spot.
Yan Shuang hurriedly refused, "Don't bother."
The maid smiled at him, "Mister is still entertaining guests, I'm afraid you will be bored."
"I'm looking for him for business, not for fun," Yan Shuang said seriously, "I'm not bored, I'll just wait here."
The maid pursed her lips and smiled and stopped talking, but she still set up the utensils and started making tea.
Her movements are graceful and ethereal, and she seems to be a master at it.
Yan Shuang thought to forget it, she wouldn't listen to him anyway, so she just raised her face and began to appreciate it seriously.
When the water smoke was curling up, someone pushed the shoji door again, "Mr. Yan, Mr. Ji invites you to go over."
In the labyrinth-like house, it seems that every room is small and beautiful, but the maid led Yan Shuang, but it opened up more and more, and finally came to the heart of the house.
Yan Shuang first saw the familiar figure from behind.
Ji Wensong is still wearing a kimono, light black, with a thick luster faintly shining under the faint light, which is a bit more homely than the previous caramel-colored kimono, this one is extremely formal and majestic.
Yan Shuang complained secretly in her heart, as if she was dressed for a funeral.
"come and see."
Ji Wensong said behind his back.
Yan Shuang responded, and took two steps forward, only to see a medium-sized bronze vessel in front of Ji Wensong.
Yan Shuang didn't know much about this aspect, but felt that the animal pattern on it was soaring and majestic, and that kind of quaint killing that seemed to come through time and space was enough to shock every audience who witnessed it.
"It's so beautiful," Ji Wensong watched intently, with a gentle tone, "Isn't it?"
Yan Shuang said honestly, "This is really beautiful."
The two remained silent, admiring the beautiful bronze vessel at the same time. After a while, Ji Wensong said, "What do you want from me?"
This was the first time Yan Shuang contacted Ji Wensong.
But he didn't come to ask Ji Wensong for anything, but to cooperate with Ji Wensong.
Yan Shuang said: "You said you were very satisfied with me last time. I wonder if you think this is enough now, or do you want me to continue?"
Ji Wensong finally withdrew his gaze from lingering on the bronze vessel, and his gaze fell on Yan Shuang's face.
Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong for a while, then turned his face and smiled, "Mr. Ji, what do you expect from Ji Yao?"
Ji Wensong looked at him quietly, and also showed a faint smile, "I expect him to be like you."
Yan Shuang: "That's too difficult."
"Why?" Ji Wensong asked urgently, but his tone was very relaxed.
"There are some things you are born with, that's talent."
Ji Wensong pondered for a moment, then admitted: "It makes sense." Then he looked out of the window with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "He is more like his mother."
"Indecisive, naive and stupid, self-righteous, emotional..."
With a steady voice, he counted the shortcomings of the deceased wife, and finally came to a conclusion.
"Mother and son are really alike."
"It's hard to get rid of those things."
Yan Shuang said: "Mr. Ji tried it?"
Ji Wensong glanced at him, smiled silently, and said, "I'm not that boring yet."
"You said, you want to continue," Ji Wensong said, "how to continue?"
"That depends on your cooperation, Mr. Ji."
"Oh? How can I cooperate?"
Ji Wensong seemed to be very interested in how to hurt his son, and listened carefully to Yan Shuang's plan, without any intention of interrupting it halfway.
After Yan Shuang finished speaking, Ji Wensong took a deep look at him, his eyes were full of praise and regret. Yan Shuang knew that he had no other intentions, so he generously let him look.
Ji Wensong sighed lightly, "Your adoptive father treated you too badly."
Yan Shuang said euphemistically, "My adoptive mother is very kind to me."
"You should have a different father."
There was no hint of a joke in the flat tone.
Yan Shuang thought to himself that he was not interested in meeting another father.
And a father with such a strong desire to control.
After he dumped Ji Yao, he still knew who Ji Wensong was.
Sure enough, it's not good to be too cute, Yan Shuang made up his mind and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji, if something like father can be changed casually, please forgive me. Ji Yao should be the first to file the application."
Ji Wensong was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, fine lines appeared in the corners of his eyes.
It seems that Yan Shuang's offensive words did not anger him.
He reached out and rubbed the top of Yan Shuang's hair, and tapped it lightly, "I don't approve."
After finishing talking, Yan Shuang wanted to leave, but Ji Wensong did not leave him behind. He stayed alone in the house and continued to admire the bronze vessel, and sent maids and bodyguards to see him off.
The maid sent him out and handed him a beautiful wooden box.
Yan Shuang said: "Could it be moon cakes?"
The maid chuckled, "No, it's oranges."
Yan Shuang was startled, "Orange?"
"This orange is grown in our own orchard. It is very healthy and tastes very sweet. You will definitely like it."
Yan Shuang took the wooden box, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, and sure enough, he smelled the faint aroma of oranges.
"This is an early-maturing variety. The skin is greenish-yellow. Don't be afraid, it only tastes a little sour."
The maid explained gently, as if coaxing a child.
Yan Shuang said, "Thank you Mr. Ji for me."
"OK."
The maid opened the car door for him, "Have a good trip, be safe."
Yan Shuang opened the wooden box in the car, and there were about twenty oranges neatly lying inside, each of which looked very cute, as the maid said, the outer skin was green and yellow, he picked up an orange and sniffed it. All of a sudden, the fresh and sweet taste poured into the tip of the nose instantly, making the mouth secrete saliva.
Yan Shuang peeled off and ate a piece.
The taste is very sweet, but what remains in the mouth is a faint sour taste, which makes people unable to resist eating one after another.
For such delicious oranges, Yan Shuang felt that he could endure Ji Wensong for a while longer.
"Okay, the last class is over, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a holiday."
The old professor cupped his hands like an urchin, and when the get out of class bell rang, he ran faster than the students, causing a burst of laughter.
The holiday atmosphere has been brewing on campus since the morning, and with the end of the last class, it finally reached its peak.
The students left the classroom talking and laughing together.
Yan Shuang saw Ji Yao in the crowd and left alone with a cold face.
Did not even look at him.
Ever since they had a quarrel in the dormitory, the relationship between the two has dropped to a freezing point.
Ji Yao still kept his promise to the professor, and never missed a class, so he could often meet Yan Shuang.
However, the two of them ignored each other, and sometimes they looked away when they met each other, and there was a posture that whoever moved away slowly would lose.
Yan Shuang felt that his operation of blocking Ji Yao was a bit redundant.
Ji Yao didn't want to talk to him at all.
I can also understand.
He has made Ji Yao so angry, if Ji Yao can still talk to him, then Ji Yao is not Ji Yao, but a male Bodhisattva.
Yan Shuang went downstairs with her bag in her arms, only less than one meter away from Ji Yao. The two of them were trapped in the huge flow of people, and they couldn't get close at all.
Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao's back thoughtfully, he was not in a hurry, anyway, they would meet soon.
After leaving the teaching building, Yan Shuang walked slowly towards the back door of the school, took out his mobile phone, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that the time was correct.
When we arrived at the back gate of the school, Ji Yao was indeed there.
The one-shoulder bag hangs on one side, and the white shirt and linen trousers are refreshing and clean. He is looking at his watch with one hand raised, and he doesn't turn his head when he hears footsteps.
Yan Shuang stopped not far from Ji Yao, deliberately looking in the opposite direction.
The two really understood the Cold War.
"Well, I'm here."
Yan Shuang pricked up his ears and listened quietly.
It seems that Ji Wensong lured Ji Yao here through someone.
Yan Shuang looked at the phone again.
It's almost time.
When the Ji family's car drove up, Ji Yao didn't realize it at first, he thought it was someone from the Xiao family who came to pick him up, and when he took a step forward to see the license plate clearly, it was too late.
The four bodyguards who jumped out of the car surrounded him.
"Young master, sir told us to take you home for a reunion dinner tonight."
Ji Yao frowned in disgust, "Get lost." He stepped forward, but was immediately blocked by the bodyguard again.
"Young master, don't embarrass us."
Yan Shuang listened to the movement, but never moved his eyes away.
It wasn't until the chaotic footsteps behind him and the muffled voice sounded that Yan Shuang cast his eyes unhurriedly.
That's it.
Ji Wensong's subordinates are really efficient.
It's dark enough to start with.
He also punched his own young master with fists.
Yan Shuang slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip, and then entered the scene of the kind little white flower, dropped the canvas bag in her arms, and rushed up, "What are you doing?!"
A group of people are fighting in a scuffle, so jumping up like this is just looking for a beating.
Ji Yao had noticed Yan Shuang when he came out, but just ignored him on purpose.
Since Yan Shuang chose to take the road that would leave her covered in bruises.
Then he will wait and see.
The moment Yan Shuang rushed into the circle, Ji Yao was subconsciously distracted, and received another blow on the back of the shoulder. After turning back and kicking back, he stretched out his hand to grab Yan Shuang's arm, and pushed him out again.
Yan Shuang slammed into the ground in a daze and turned around, and was held by someone cleverly around his waist. After buffering most of the strength, he sat on the ground, almost without any feeling of falling, as if someone was hugging him Same as sitting down.
Yan Shuang regained his composure, just as he saw the bodyguard who had led him smile at him.
Yan Shuang: Can you be more professional
"Who are you? Why do you beat someone? I'm going to call the police—"
Yan Shuang yelled in panic, and gave the bodyguard a suggestive look by the way.
His hands were cut behind his back immediately, so lightly that he almost didn't use any strength, but Yan Shuang still let out a scream.
Ji Yao's movements froze for a moment, and when he swept over, seeing Yan Shuang being restrained, his already cold expression became even more angry, "Let him go!"
"Get in the car, young master," the little bodyguard clasped Yan Shuang's wrist vainly, and said with a smile, "You don't want to hurt innocent people, do you?"
"You are Ji Yao's family members? Why do you treat him like this?!"
Yan Shuang asked in disbelief and distress.
The ignorant words pierced Ji Yao's heart violently.
family.
The people around Ji Wensong are his family members
Ji Yao's face became extremely cold, "I tell you to let him go—"
The bodyguard smiled and said: "Young master, we can't do anything if you continue like this with us, but this kid... you see, let me break one of his hands first to try my strength, do you think it will work?"
Yan Shuang thought to himself that if this little bodyguard wasn't superb in acting, then he was really ruthless.
The tone is really not mixed with water.
It seemed that as long as Ji Yao didn't agree, he would immediately break Yan Shuang's hand in the next second.
Ji Yao's eyes changed.
Yan Shuang knew Ji Yao's personality very well.
Ji Yao's heart is quite arrogant, and being threatened by others is probably what he hates the most.
Yan Shuang thought that it was Ji Yao's limit that he could make Ji Yao angry that night.
Now it seems that Ji Yao is far from the time to really break the defense that night.
"Don't force me."
Ji Yao paused every word, but his expression was extremely calm, as if something was about to break through the ice in his eyes.
"Ji Yao, hurry up," Yan Shuang continued to add fuel to the fire, "They will come for real, leave me alone, you go first..."
The childish cold war between the two evaporated under such circumstances.
He doesn't know anything.
But he still didn't let go of him.
Still chose...to protect him.
Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang with a passionate and lonely look on his face.
"Ba—"
The car horn sounded harshly.
A black car approached aggressively and stopped on the side of the road, and everyone turned their eyes over in unison.
Yan Shuang: Dad Qin, you're late again! Almost ruined his deployment!
Wei Yichen got off the driver's seat first.
Yan Shuang: It turns out that the butler has resumed work, so everything is fine, and there are so many people.
Wei Yichen didn't look at everyone including Yan Shuang, got out of the car and immediately went to the back seat to open the door, returning to that 100% perfect butler appearance.
Qin Yubai, who got off the back seat, was dressed in a black suit with a white and straight neckline, without decorations all over his body, the only embellishment was his leisurely smile, "What are you playing?"
"Mr. Qin."
The bodyguards all knew him, so they immediately bowed to Qin Yubai to say hello, and the bodyguard who "controlled" Yan Shuang also let go, and stood aside and bowed his head.
The atmosphere changed again in an instant. The moment Qin Yubai appeared, the center of gravity shifted from the moment Qin Yubai appeared in the scene where swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the entire audience became dominated by him.
Qin Yubai ignored the crowd, walked straight to Yan Shuang, looked Yan Shuang up and down with deep eyes, "Are you injured?"
Yan Shuang shook his head in a daze, "No."
"I'll look at the hands."
The white wrist was held in the palm of the hand and inspected carefully, after making sure that there was no scar, Qin Yubai took Yan Shuang's hand, and said to the bodyguard beside him: "You are so measured in doing things, Ji Wensong is really good at training subordinates. "
The content is praise, but the tone is full of strong sarcasm.
"I'm so sorry," the bodyguard bowed and pleaded, "I didn't know this was yours."
His attitude changed drastically.
The threat of not giving up an inch in front of Ji Yao, but in front of Qin Yubai, he became respectful and fearful.
"I won't make things difficult for you," Qin Yubai said to the bodyguard, "I will negotiate with Ji Wensong on this matter." He looked down at Yan Shuang, his tone softened, "Let's go."
Yan Shuang was pulled by him, stopped again, and said anxiously: "Ji Yao..."
Qin Yubai seemed to have discovered Ji Yao only now, glanced at him casually, smiled at Yan Shuang, and said in a friendly tone, "This is someone else's family business, how can I take care of it?"
"But they beat him—"
"Oh?" Qin Yubai looked at the group of bodyguards, with a faint smile, "This is your fault, anyway, he is also your young master, please be more polite, he is also eighteen years old, tell him well Reasonable, will he still not listen?"
"It's not a child anymore."
The tone is ridiculed with a smile.
It seems that Ji Yao's struggle at the moment is nothing more than a child's house-playing game in his opinion.
Yan Shuang was hugged by Qin Yubai and forcefully stuffed into the car. Before getting into the car, Yan Shuang glanced back at Ji Yao for the last time.
Ji Yao didn't know when he had lowered his face, his white shirt, which never had a single wrinkle, had become unrecognizable in the chaotic fight, looking a bit embarrassed.
Qin Yubai "beat the dog in the water" as he expected.
Just like Qin Yubai always called Ji Yao "Ji Shao" every time.
Ji Yao is the young master of the Ji family, and everything he owns comes from this surname.
And Qin Yubai is the master of the Qin family.
The surname Qin was respected in the circle because Qin Yubai gave it weight.
Perhaps Ji Yao could vaguely perceive these things.
But he never seriously thinks about this problem, and rarely has the opportunity to face this gap.
Your son is standing too high.
Yan Shuang had to kick him.
Borrowing Qin Yubai's strength to use it, it's just right.
Yan Shuang withdrew his gaze, Ji Yao's last appearance appeared in his mind, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, a wrinkled nobleman...
— Welcome to the adult world.