03 / Seven Flows
Yan Jiang instinctively noticed that the note that the grandfather gave to Yan Chi was not simple.
Because from his perspective, the note slowly turned black, and the words on it became blood red, as if the bright color was about to overflow.
An invisible black thread wrapped around Yan Chi's neck.
Yan Jiang followed his brother back home.
When they got home, their mother was getting ready to go out.
She has put on make-up, bright and moving. The indifferent gaze fell like a knife on Yan Chi's face.
Zhou Li said, "Study hard at home, you know? I'll go to the hospital to see my brother."
Yan Jiang was even more at a loss.
Because he remembered that when he was hospitalized, his mother didn't visit him at night. Accompanying him was an invited nurse.
Yan Jiang wanted to follow Zhou Li, but just a few meters away from Yan Chi, there was a stinging pain on his body.
He had to go home aggrieved, the dog sat on the sofa, and seemed to have expected that he would not be far away.
The kitten was in a bad mood: "Are these real?"
His family does not seem to be as good as he remembers.
In the bedroom, Yan Chi spread out his homework and put it on the table.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a note on the desk. He threw the note into the trash can and picked it up again.
In the end, Yan Chi came to the living room like a thief and made a phone call.
The truth is just that.
Yan Jiang was in poor health, and Zhou Li was in poor health, so she could not give birth to a second child. So he took Yan Haiqiu's illegitimate child back as his own child.
The Yan family paid enough for the sealing fee.
Yan Chi's grandfather did not intend to find this grandson. But he has only one daughter, and some time ago, her daughter died unexpectedly.
His relatives only have a grandson like Yan Chi. Most importantly, Grandpa was an old gambler. He is out of money.
It was pouring rain outside the window. Everything is explained.
Why is my mother always different to my brother than to him.
A hole was cut open in Yan Chi's chest, and countless black smoke came out from it.
He bit the quilt and wept silently against the wall.
Yan Jiang was a little dazed, and even more at a loss: "Xiaochi... Xiaochi doesn't cry."
He jumped onto the bed and gently licked the tears that fell from the corners of Yan Chi's eyes.
"My brother is only seven years old, what should I do..."
Yan Jiang subconsciously expressed his thoughts.
Suddenly, Pei Qinghe said, "There is a way."
"What?" The kitten looked up blankly.
Pei Qinghe: "You forgot? You are Yan Jiang."
Yan Jiang seemed to understand but not understand.
The time here is chaotic and disorderly.
In a blink of an eye, Yan Chi had grown up.
He remained taciturn, like a programmed robot, with the same distance between each step.
Yan Jiang watched him go to middle school, go to college, start a business in college, get in touch with the company's industry, make some achievements, and then he was pushed back to the ground.
Yan Chi's grandfather still came to him from time to time and asked Yan Chi for money.
If Yan Chi didn't give it, the old man would sit on the ground and cry, crying about his daughter who died early, and his heartless grandson.
"Yan Chi!" There was a hint of madness on Grandpa's old face, "Do you think you are really Yan Haiqiu's son?!"
Yan Chi suddenly turned his head.
"Yan Haiqiu hasn't done a paternity test, right? You say, if I tell him about it! Can you still live a life of fine clothes and food?"
Yan Chi let out a "giggling" laughter from between his teeth: "Do you think I like this kind of life?"
"I want to be the son of the Yan family?"
He moved forward step by step. The old man stepped back step by step, and finally fled.
Yan Chi became more and more like the younger brother in his memory.
Yan Chi was wearing a black suit. His skin almost merged with the black suit.
Yan Jiang couldn't see his face. All you can see is darkness, like an abyss.
He raised his head and looked at the signboard of the building in front of him: Haiqing Technology.
This is the building of Haiqing Group Industrial Park. Yan Haiqiu is fifty-two this year, and Yan Chi is twenty-three.
The old and new thrones alternate, and there is always a line and a turbulent undercurrent.
Yan Haiqiu is not only happy that his heir has scheming and means, but also like an old emperor who is afraid of a young and powerful prince.
In short, in Yan Jiang's memory, the relationship between his father and his younger brother was indeed not good.
Yan Chi swiped his card and approached the exclusive elevator, all the way to the top floor.
Yan Haiqiu is rarely in the office. The beautiful secretary stood beside him, smiling Yan Yan.
He raised his head and glanced at Yan Chi, his smile diminished: "What are you doing here?"
"Your illegitimate son." Yan Chi was expressionless, "I almost went to the hospital to find Yan Jiang today. His heart is not good."
Yan Haiqiu just asked, "Which one?"
Yan Chi stared at him, spitting out words one by one: "If you can't handle it well, I'll handle it for you. Dad."
Yan Haiqiu threw the document in his hand, crossed his fingers, and looked at Yan Chi silently.
As the head of the family, he has always been one-of-a-kind.
"Don't forget who you are."
Yan Chi's answer was neither humble nor arrogant: "I didn't forget. But Dad, you are fifty-three years old."
Yan Haiqiu suddenly took a deep breath. He lifted the ashtray made of agate and smashed it to Yan Chi's feet: "Go away!"
Yan Chi didn't speak, but the black energy on his body became heavier. Faintly glowing red.
After leaving the science and technology building, Yan Chi drove to the private hospital.
It's closer to a nursing home than a hospital. In the suburbs, the air is fine.
Yan Chi greeted the front desk and found Yan Jiang directly in the rest area.
He fell asleep at the desk.
There were peach blossoms in full bloom outside the window, and a petal fell on the tip of Yan Jiang's hair.
Yan Chi just restrained and stood in the distance, staring at Yan Jiang with heavy eyes, looking at the soft half of his face exposed, a neck as elegant as a swan neck.
He did not brush away the fallen flowers on top of Yan Jiang's head.
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Yan Jiang slowly opened his eyes.
Yan Chi sat opposite him with a smile on his face: "Brother."
Yan Jiang pursed his lips.
From his perspective, Yan Chi is still a dark person. But he could feel that Yan Chi was smiling.
He subconsciously went to Pei Qinghe. However, the dog who had been with him disappeared at this time.
Yan Jiang opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse: "Xiaochi..."
There was confusion in his mind.
"My brother said last time that he wants to go to university." Yan Chi said, "I have already applied for a school for my brother, and I am abroad. Does my brother want to go?"
Yan Jiang remembered this.
By the time he returned from studying abroad, his father had already retired. Like an old lion driven out of the pack.
How long has he been... four years
What happened in those four years.
Yan Jiang wanted to recall, but his mind was blank.
Yan Jiang remembered that he was very happy when he heard the news, and it didn't take long for him to study abroad.
But this time, Yan Jiang shook his head gently.
He held Yan Chi's wrist: "Is Xiao Chi tired? Do you want to take a break?"
Yan Chi froze in place.
After a long time, he took his hand away from Yan Jiang's: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
Yan Jiang opened his mouth and was dumbfounded for a while.
Yan Chi smiled silently and replied, "I'm fine."
There is clearly a huge black hole in Ke Yanchi's chest.
Inside was a broken heart.
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