When Yan Xi returned home, she saw that Song Hai was entertaining guests, she turned her head and threw the high-heeled shoes in her hands into the shoe cabinet, "Dad."
"Yan Yan is back?" Song Hai was a little surprised when he saw Yan Xi coming back, "Aren't you going out today?"
"The work was completed ahead of schedule, so I came back first." Yan Xi didn't mention the little thing about her foot injury. Seeing that her dad's face didn't look good, she glanced at the man and woman sitting on the sofa, and saw that her dad didn't introduce the two of them. She turned around and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and when she put lemon slices in the water, she heard his dad's unhappy voice.
"What is the root of the old Song family, the Song family does not have a gold mine to inherit the throne. This kind of thing that makes my daughter wronged, I will not agree to anything you say."
Yan Xi's footsteps paused. Are these men and women relatives on Dad's side? In her memory, she had hardly seen relatives on her father's side. Only in the year when her grandparents passed away, a bunch of relatives came to the house to ask for money. At that time, her mother asked her to stay in the house and not let her go out.
Those people in my memory were very loud, and their swear words were not pleasant.
"Third brother, you can't even deny your ancestors when you are developed. Besides, I just let Xianhong come to your house to live and let you take care of it. Why did you make your niece feel wronged? Don't blame me for speaking so well. It's ugly, she's a girl, and she will marry sooner or later, and if you protect her like this, you won't be someone else's family in the future."
"Xianhong is almost 20 years old, and there are no other adults in our family. If I go out on business, only Yan Yan will be left at home. It is not suitable for him to live here," Song Hai said in a serious tone, "Brother, Your family's Xianhong is a treasure. My daughter was also raised by my mother and I when she was a child. When she was in college, I didn't let anyone take care of her every day. You can't educate children like you, what will happen in the future? Independence? What about your own family and someone else's family, if you say this again, don't blame your brother for turning his face."
"As you talk about it, you just despise our poor family, not as good as yours, not even your daughter with the only son of our Song family grandchildren," Sister-in-law Song said sharply, "No matter how precious your daughter is, Now it's not Song, but her mother's surname is Yan."
"Who stipulated that children must have their father's surname, sister-in-law, Xianhong's surname Song, not the same as yours? Is he not your son?" Song Hai immediately lowered his face and said in a stern tone, "Sister-in-law, in this day and age, we have already Don't pay attention to these old customs, children are the same, and they have the same surname."
"Brother and sister-in-law, if you think I look down on you, then our two families will not go to each other in the future, so that you won't be wronged!" Song Hai is a stubborn temper, usually not easy to lose his temper, but his daughter is his bottom line.
If they usually say things like this, he will endure it, but today Yan Yan is also at home, and they still say this, doesn't it make Yan Yan sad and angry. Brotherhood, the younger brother can endure their unreasonableness, but the things of their generation should not take the gender of the next generation.
The eldest brother and sister-in-law of the Song family did not expect that Song Hai's attitude would suddenly become so bad, and he couldn't hold back his face. Sister-in-law Song stood up and said, "I just want to see how much happiness the third brother can enjoy in the future by protecting his daughter so much!"
Putting those words down, the couple walked out without looking back.
"Don't bother auntie," Yan Xi came out of the kitchen and stopped the husband and wife with a half-smile, "I will definitely take good care of my dad and make him carefree. But the uncle and aunt are worried about my family. Time for these things, it is better to go home and take care of your precious son."
"You have sharp teeth and sharp mouths. You are neither old nor young, and you are no longer in college." Sister-in-law Song saw that Yan Xi even dared to talk back to her, and she was even more angry.
"Not only did I study in vain at university, but also in graduate school," Yan Xi smiled with frowning eyes, "Who told my parents to spoil me, no matter how much money I spend, they will let me study, please forgive me, auntie."
She said that her father looked down on them with money, then she let them know what the attitude of "a few stinky money is great" is.
"Third brother, is this how you educate your children?" Uncle Song looked at Song Hai.
Song Hai lowered his head and did not speak, pretending not to hear.
Boss Song was so angry with the attitude of the father and daughter that his face was black and black, and he left the Song family gate with his wife angrily.
Yan Xi turned back and sat next to Song Hai. Seeing that the anger on Song Hai's face had not yet subsided, she cut a piece of fruit for him: "Dad, eat some fruit to calm down."
"Don't pay attention to what they say, Dad won't think like them," Song Hai carefully observed Yan Xi's expression, and seeing that she was not sad because of her elder brother and sister-in-law's words, he shook his head and sighed, "Your uncle's youngest son I was admitted to the university in the imperial capital, and I went to the school today to report that it was because the school’s housing conditions were not good, and I wanted to live in our house.”
Song Hai's hometown is not in the imperial capital, but in a somewhat remote area. Song Hai has been working hard all these years, and they haven't helped him. Instead, when he divorced his ex-wife, he spoke sarcastically in his hometown. These words have long been passed on to Song Hai's ears, but he didn't pay much attention to them.
"Maybe he doesn't want to leave if he lives," Yan Xi knew what the uncle's family was planning, she patted Song Hai on the shoulder, "Dad, don't think too much, your daughter is with you."
"I already knew what kind of people they were, how could I take this to heart," Song Hai smiled, "I'm worried that you will be sad after hearing their words."
"It doesn't matter what they say," Yan Xi said with a frown, "I know Dad, you love me the most, so you don't care what they said."
"It's up to me," Song Hai nibbled at the fruit that Yan Xi had cut for him. "When others try to provoke you, the better you smile and the more relaxed your attitude, the more angry others will be."
A smile is sometimes inclusive and sometimes a weapon.
Indoctrinated by Song's father, Yan Xi had only one idea.
Dad, I didn't expect you to be such a dad.
After returning to the room after dinner, Yan Xi turned on the computer to log in to the chat software, and the avatar of the editor of the publishing house was constantly flashing. She opened the chat box, and her eyes hurt from the stimulation of the bold red font.
Mingming: Ahhh! Miss, your book has exploded and sold out! !
Mingming: People!
Mingming: Are you here? Are you here? ! ! !
Through these blood-red exclamation marks, Yan Xi felt the excitement of the editor. Sitting cross-legged on the large and soft chair, she casually typed a word: "Yes."
As soon as the message was sent, there was a reply there.
Mingming: Sister, you are finally willing to show up! I'm going to kneel down for you, do you still have the self-consciousness of being a popular artist on the Internet? !
Small stream: No.
The editor seemed to have a cold and calm taste from her two words, and immediately told her about the sales of the book, emphasizing the achievement of the top ten best sellers.
Yan Xi felt that the editor must be an energetic young man, but these exclamation marks caused her cardiac arrest and her blood pressure to rise.
Xiaoxiliu: My beauty, the exclamation is no longer popular, can we change the punctuation and use it
Mingming: Only an exclamation mark can perfectly express my emotions, Miss, let's start the signing.
Yan Xi's typing hand paused, she never considered appearing in front of netizens.
Xiaoxiliu: If I can rely on my talent to eat, I will never rely on my face.
This was a tactful refusal, and the editor probably understood her concerns, and after persuading her a couple of sentences to see her disagreement, she didn't mention it again.
After the chat was over, Yan Xi went to take a shower, dried her hair and lay on the bed. She flipped out her mobile phone and opened the circle of friends, and found that her friend application for the second young master of Yuan had been approved.
The other party's name is very simple, it's called "Yuan", and the avatar is a landscape picture, which looks like the picture that comes with the mobile phone system. She remarked the other party's name as "Bachelor Reserve", and after thinking about it, changed it to "Yuan Xiaoer" .
This is the second child in the original home, and it is no problem to change to the original second.
Turning over and lying on the bed, Yan Xi clicked on the Moments, liked a few friends, and was stunned when she saw that someone took a picture of a book and the cover of the book was still familiar.
It turns out that her book has been so popular that even her circle of friends has bought it
Yuan Xiao Er: Okay. [Picture]
Yan Xi read this message several times, and made sure that she didn't look at it, so she secretly gave a like.
She is not praising Yuan Xiaoer, but praising herself.
original home.
Yuan Yi put the bookmark on the page, turned around and put the book on the shelf. He didn't know who sent these books, he flipped through them, most of them were nonsense, but a book had some meaning.
This is a comic book. The protagonist is a strange-looking animal, but it was drawn very cutely by the author. Every story in it is very warm and moving. Take a look and relax.
"Second Master," Auntie knocked on the study door and walked in with a glass of milk, "It's almost ten o'clock, do you want to drink some milk before going to bed?"
"Thank you," took the milk and took a sip, Yuan Yi turned to look at the album called "Little Monsters" on the shelf, but he didn't expect to see it so late. He rubbed his temples, "Aunt Li, you go to rest, I'll sleep right away."
Aunt Li took over half of his milk and walked out of the study with a smile.
Yuan Yi returned to the room, and there were already a lot of likes and comments in the circle of friends.
Some people followed suit and said yes, some joked that he could read comic books, and some even bought it as a joke. In the pile of likes, Yuan Yi saw the figure of Yan Dan.
It's not that I don't play WeChat very often. How did this like come from? It can't be hand swiping, right
Yuan Yi stared at Hong Yanyan's headshot of Mao Xuewang for a long time before clicking in.
The last update was eight days ago.
Yan Single Dog: Daddy's cooking.
The nine accompanying pictures are all kinds of home-cooked dishes.
The last one was two or three months ago.
Yan Single Dog: I met a fool, pure. [With a picture of an ugly crying Shar Pei]
If nothing else, this Shar Pei is really ugly, and I don't know where this woman was found.
The time between the third to last bar and the second to last bar is not long, and the accompanying picture is a rising sun.
Yan Single Dog: The sun today is so beautiful, like a poached egg.
Yuan Yi stared at the picture for a long time, and felt that... it really looked like a poached egg.
Thinking of this, he quickly logged out of WeChat and turned off his phone.
This woman is simply spiritual pollution, and her aesthetics are also crooked.