When he was thirteen, his father died.
Her mother took Cen Ning to Yan's house, which she had never been to, but heard that there was a fiancé's Yan's house living there.
To be honest, Cen Ning is still young, she doesn't have a deep understanding of the word fiance, she only knows that he is someone she has never met but who should treat her very well.
The time passed little by little, and at 4:20 in the afternoon, the long black car stopped at a gate where sentries were stationed. Cen Ning sat upright in the back row, and only glanced out the window when he realized that he had arrived at his destination.
Everything in front of her was unfamiliar, the buildings, roads, cars, even the person who politely opened the door for her... All of this was beyond her cognition. Cen Ning clenched his hands tightly, and he could feel the I felt my palms were sweating slightly.
"Madam Wei, we're here." The man who opened the door from the co-pilot said to Wei Pinfang.
Cen Ning turned to look at his mother, who nodded to the people outside, then whispered to Cen Ning, "What are you doing sitting there, get out of the car."
Cen Ning pursed his lips, hesitantly, but under his mother's dissatisfied gaze, he obediently got out of the car.
The man in the passenger seat led the two of them to the gate. Cen Ning seemed to follow obediently, but his eyes kept secretly looking around.
Everything here seems to be a scene that only appears in TV dramas. There are rare young men in military uniforms standing at the gate, motionless, as if they are regarded as air. After entering the gate, there is an open Linlang Avenue. On both sides are big trees that she still can't name. The trunks are straight and regular, and the leaves are intertwined, forming patches of shade.
After walking out of this avenue, turn right, and the field of vision suddenly widens, and there is actually a large open space here. In the open space, there is also a small phalanx. They are wearing the same training clothes and doing uniform movements.
Cen Ning was a little dumbfounded. Those people were all tall and strong, and when they shouted slogans, it made her heart tremble.
"What are you looking at, come here quickly." Unknowingly, Wei Pinfang stopped, seeing that she was not moving, he hurriedly turned around and pulled her.
Cen Ning turned around, a little puzzled: "What are they doing?"
Wei Pinfang: "What did I tell you at home last night? Please be good and don't ask questions."
Cen Ning pursed his lips and lowered his head.
"They're training." The man leading the way smiled and answered her. "It's very common. Our courtyard also trains new recruits. This group joined the army this year."
After answering, move on. Cen Ning was a little curious about such a scene, and couldn't help but look back, so the little man pulled another distance away.
pounding —
At this moment, the sound of a ball hitting the ground was heard not far away. When Cen Ning moved his eyes from the square, the ball just stopped bouncing and rolled leisurely in front of her.
Where did the basketball come from
Before Cen Ning had time to raise his head, a cold voice came from in front of him.
"Kid, kick the ball over here."
The voice is slightly low, like a raging deep spring in a deep mountain forest, with endless waves on the surface, but when it falls to the eardrum, it can make people feel the mystery and luxury inside.
Cen Ning slowly raised his head to look at the person who spoke not far away. The person looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a white sportswear and a pair of white and blue sneakers on his feet. He was tall, with cold eyes and Exquisite, especially outstanding.
At this moment, he was looking at her calmly, his thick black eyelashes drooping slightly, he obviously didn't say anything, but Cen Ning felt an invisible pressure.
She clenched her palms tightly, and raised her foot to kick in a panic.
But I don't know if I was too nervous, this kick only brushed the side of the ball, the basketball rolled forward slowly, and then stopped.
"..."
"Pfft! The little girl is so weak." Behind the man, a boy in a black sportswear trotted forward. He bent down to pick up the basketball on the ground, and said to the man who led Cen Ning in, "Old Gao, Did you bring the little girl here? Who is it, relative?"
Lao Gao walked back to Cen Ning's side, and said politely: "It's not a relative, but a guest invited by the old man."
As soon as these words came out, all the boys who were playing on the court looked at Cen Ning in surprise, and even the person who spoke coldly before also set his eyes on her.
Cen Ning has always been timid, her face would turn red when the teacher called her up to answer questions in class, not to mention that so many boys suddenly looked at her. She subconsciously moved behind Lao Gao, and panickedly looked at Wei Pinfang who was a few steps away.
"Chief Yan's guest? Damn, it's so embarrassing." After the words closed, the black sportswear turned his head and said, "Brother Yan, you know him."
Brother Yan.
What is the last name
Cen Ning was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the cold-faced boy who asked her to pick up the ball just now.
"I don't know." The man frowned slightly and looked at Lao Gao.
It was just a look, and he didn't say a word, but Lao Gao realized what he meant, and immediately explained respectfully, "It's from the Cen family, and this little girl's name is... Cen Ning."
"What." There was a pause between words and deeds, and he lowered his eyes to look at Cen Ning again, but this time, there was obvious surprise in his originally indifferent eyes, "You said, this kid?"
"I'm not, kid." Cen Ning replied boldly without knowing why, even though he stumbled, it didn't sound deterrent.
Behind the words and deeds, the boy was curious and dribbled the ball. The basketball hit the ground and made a thumping sound, just like Cen Ning's heart at this moment. She thought he knew who he was, Lao Gao explained to him in this way, and his surname was Yan, then... He must be doing what he says.
This is different from what she imagined. Grandpa actually mentioned this person when he was alive, whether it was joking or serious, anyway, she knew in a daze that words and deeds were different people to her.
Since she was a child, she has received too little love and care, so in her mind, she will imagine the kind of gentle and easy-going person who will smile at her and treat her well.
But looking up at him now, the small thoughts in Cen Ning's heart disappeared by themselves. The eyes of the person in front of him are cold, like the lonely moon on the mountain peak, and like the only fire that exists in the depths of the night. He looked at her with a cold and distant expression, as if she was just an unexpected guest who came from nowhere.
"Not a child?" Words and deeds frowned slightly, as if he thought what she said was a little funny, but he didn't continue the conversation with her, just said, "Old Gao, take the guests to Grandpa's."
Lao Gao: "Why don't you stop playing and come back."
Without answering his words and deeds, he turned around and took the ball from the boy in the black sportswear, stepped forward, jumped, dunked, and the ball fell into the basket steadily, all in one go.
Lao Gao also knew the temperament of his ancestor, so he didn't urge him any more, he just said to Cen Ning and Wei Pinfang, "Let's go in first, we'll wait at home."
"Okay." Wei Pinfang came over and took Cen Ning's hand, and asked Lao Gao in a low voice, "Excuse me, is that the kid just now?"
Lao Gao glanced at her, and he knew what she was asking, so he nodded and said, "Yes, he is the grandson of Yan's family, and he does what he says."
Cen Ning's group walked away, and he turned his head to look at their backs, his eyes darkened slightly.
Someone nearby asked, "Brother Yan, what is the Cen family, where is it?"
Before he could answer his words and deeds, his good friend Xin Zechuan put his hand on his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "I remember your grandfather said that you have a fiancée, hey... the Cen family? It can't be the legend, where your fiancée is? Cen's house."
Tang Zheng, who was in a black tracksuit and one of his best friends in words and deeds, stared at him: "Damn it, it's true, Brother Yan, you are abusing elementary school students!"
One of his words and deeds kicked Tang Zheng's calf: "Get lost."
"Is it alright, is this against the law?" Tang Zheng retreated behind the others, covering his mouth exaggeratedly, "Just that brat just now? To be honest, I don't think it's okay. How could this girl be so young? !"
"Hahahahaha—"
The few boys on the field all laughed, their words and deeds reached their back molars, showing an inexplicable naughty smile, "You fucking think about this? Are you perverted?"
Tang Zheng laughed and said, "Don't dare, then what, why don't you go back first, after all... there is a little wife at home."
That child really doesn't match up with any little wife.
But the jokes between seventeen and eighteen-year-old boys always have no bottom line, and they are used to words and deeds, so they don't take it seriously. He glanced lightly at Tang Zheng, who received the look and hid behind others in fright.
"Go back first, call tomorrow." In the end, he left first, of course, it had nothing to do with Cen Ning, it was just that he was tired from the fight.
When Cen Ning followed the two adults in front of him into the big villa, his mind was still thinking about words and deeds. His cold eyes, that surprised question just now... all crushed her heart that still had some small expectations.
For the first time, Cen Ning, who has not experienced much in the world, feels that some people look very close, but they are actually people from another world far away from you.
"This is Lao Cen's granddaughter." Yan Guofeng looked at Cen Ning with some emotion, "Good boy, come to grandpa and let grandpa take a good look."
Cen Ning glanced at Wei Pinfang, who nodded and motioned for her to go over.
So Cen Ning stood up cautiously and sat next to Yan Guofeng. Yan Guofeng reached out to hold her hand, his eyes turned red, "It's a pity, Lao Cen can't see you growing up."
Cen Ning felt a little uncomfortable when she mentioned her deceased grandfather. She sniffed and wanted to cry.
Yan Guofeng patted the back of her hand: "Tsk, this child is also in the first grade of junior high school."
Wei Pinfang nodded, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I just entered the first day of junior high school this year."
"The granddaughter of the old Zhang's family is also in the first grade of junior high school, but she looks much taller than Cen Ning. Why does this child look so small?"
Yan Guofeng was actually putting it mildly. Not only did Cen Ning look young, but he was also obviously malnourished.
A thirteen-year-old child is at least half a head shorter than her peers, and she looks extremely thin, with abnormal yellowish skin.
"Hey... It's my fault too, I can't give her a good life." Wei Pinfang choked up as she spoke.
Yan Guofeng frowned: "It's not your fault, it's me. I should have known about your situation earlier and picked up this child earlier. I am really sorry for my old friend."
"You mustn't say that..."
Click—
The sound of a paper bag being torn open.
Cen Ning heard the prestige from the sad atmosphere, and saw at the door, Yan Zhizheng raised his head slightly, and walked in while drinking the milk in his hand.
He stood tall, walked with the wind, and was out of tune with the miserable state in the house.
"All right, come here," Yan Guofeng called out to him at this moment, "This is Cen Ning, you have to take good care of him from now on."
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