Ye Qinghe tossed and turned all night because his father was coming back.
In his living memory, his father was the epitome of coldness and sternness.
He is resolute and meticulous, he can't rub the sand in his eyes, and he will not change easily what he believes. He didn't even hesitate to send Ye Ya away at that time, even though the girl looked exactly like his little daughter who passed away.
Ye Qinghe has been hiding Ye Ya's existence from his father all this time, because he is afraid that his father will take Ye Ya away when he is not around without saying a word.
Ye Qinghe tossed and turned on the bed, his younger sister was still too young, she had no attack power and no self-protection power like a puppy, just thinking of the scars on her body made her heart ache, no matter what, Ye Ya would be left this time.
In the darkness, Ye Qinghe opened his eyes.
—He wants to hide the leaf buds.
Ye Qinghe got up suddenly, put on his slippers and went to Ye Ziyu's room.
"Ziyu..."
Ye Ziyu was sound asleep on the bed, Ye Qinghe climbed onto the bed, and stretched out his hands to push him.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ziyu turned over and waved his hand away impatiently.
"Wake up, I have something to tell you."
"I'm sleepy, brother." Ye Ziyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, his voice was vague, "Tomorrow..."
Ye Qinghe paused: "Get up, I'll give you the limited edition set of Transformers in my room."
Limited.
Transformers…
That's a man's romance! ! !
Ye Ziyu was successfully seduced, lifted the quilt and sat up, "Okay, tell me, I'll listen."
"Dad will be back the day after tomorrow."
"I know." Ye Ziyu nodded, triumphantly, "When Dad comes back, I will ask Dad to drive her away."
The one she was referring to was naturally Ye Bud.
Ye Qinghe pursed his lips, this is what he wanted to talk about...
His eyelashes trembled uneasily, he took Ye Ziyu's hand, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Can you hide Ya Ya in the secret room of your room?"
There is a secret room behind the wall of this room, which was specially built by Ye Linchuan to soothe his emotions. Every time Ye Ziyu is sick or in a bad mood, he will go in. Inside are his favorite books and toys. , and mother's relics.
Ye Qinghe thought it over.
He wanted to put Ye Ya there temporarily, and take advantage of this time to test his father's tone, and after persuading him, he would release Ye Ya.
Ye Ziyu frowned: "Huh?" He was not happy, "I don't want it."
Ye Qinghe: "Transformers."
Ye Ziyu: "But..."
Ye Qinghe: "Limited."
"..."
"Then... just, just one day." In front of the toys, Ye Ziyu compromised, "Only one day."
"Okay." Ye Qinghe smiled comfortably, "You also promise me that you can't tell Dad about Ye Ya."
"Understood." Ye Ziyu was very sleepy, he yawned, "Brother, do you have anything else to do? I'm going to sleep now."
"No, sleep well." Ye Qinghe jumped off the bed and returned to his room.
**
Ye Qinghe had to go to class the next day, so he decided to delete the surveillance at home when he came back at night, so as not to leave any clues. When Ye Qinghe left, there were only two children left in the family, Ye Ziyu and Ye Ya.
Ye Ziyu did not go to kindergarten because of illness, and all studies were carried out directly at home. Ye Ya knew that Ye Ziyu didn't like him, so she tried not to contact Ye Ziyu while Ye Qinghe was away.
After washing up in the morning and eating breakfast in the room, the system released the daily task of the vicious female supporting role.
After a period of study, Ye Ya can already recognize a few words.
She picked and choose among the four options, and finally chose three without thinking: [Tear with Ye Ziyu.]
Ye Ya could barely understand the first five characters. She was stunned by the last word for a while, closed the task panel, and lay down on the ground to play with the car.
[System: Ya'er, I have an interest class in a while. ]
Ye Ya turned the car, grandma let out a cry.
[System: The teacher praised you yesterday, saying that you learned Chinese very quickly, Ya'er should continue to maintain it. ]
Hearing being praised, Ye Ya's whole plant became proud, raised her chin, and said without humility at all: "Because I am the smartest little monster in the world!"
Her parents used to praise her like this.
They praised her for being smart; they praised her for being cute, and they praised her for her small green leaves, shining brightly like the feathers of a divine bird.
Thinking of her parents, Ye Ya's expression suddenly fell, and she squatted silently in the corner, turning her back and feeling sad alone.
Children's emotions are always inexplicable, and the system has long been used to it.
[System: Ya'er, I have an interest class in a while. ]
Ye Ya nodded, regrouped and entered the online class church.
Today is an interest training class. In order to allow students to stick into the environment, the teacher changed the space into a lush nature, and even the atmosphere of the space changed accordingly.
Ye Ya chose painting among the various topics, and a picture scroll that was slowly unfolded appeared in front of her instantly. Ye Ya held the paintbrush, and the next moment, the tip of the pen in her hand started to move with the imaginary picture in her mind.
Amazing.
Just like the "magic brush Ma Liang" that my mother said.
Ye Ya found the fun and painted with great enthusiasm.
With the touch of the pen tip, the teacher began to instill the foundation of painting into Ye Ya's mind, and developed the brain function, allowing her to learn and flexibly use the required knowledge in the shortest time. Of course, this kind of education method in a different space is only suitable for non-human beings soul.
After the three-hour interest class, Ye Ya was still unsatisfied. She opened the drawer to find a pen and paper, and sat at the low table to continue drawing.
It was the first time the system saw his little baby working so hard, and couldn't help but look over.
On the snow-white paper, Ye Ya used her small crayon to paint the colors on it, paying special attention to every touch of the pen tip.
[What will Ya'er draw again? ]
"Father and mother." Ye Ya bit the tip of her pen and said, "And Uncle System."
The system is happy, it exists in the subconscious mind of the host, not to mention the entity, not even the virtual body.
The system was very curious about what Ye Ya thought of him, so he calmed down and watched Ye Ya paint quietly.
On the paper, the red exotic flower occupies two-thirds of the space.
The flower has five petals in total, and the shape of the flower is like annual rings. The huge and open leaves have a strange and slightly delicate beauty; after painting the flower, Ye Bud perfunctorily drew a small, small, small little clover...
Ye Ya looked at the painting and nodded with satisfaction.
"This is mother." Ye Ya pointed to the big flower, then pointed to the side and said, "This is father."
Then, she took a floating little genius phone watch in the sky: "This is uncle."
system:[… ]
He looks like a watch.
[What about Ya'er? ]
"Ya Ya..." Ye Ya thought for a while and said, "Ya Ya is not here."
[Why isn't Ya Ya here? ]
"Because Yaya has left her parents." She said, her joyful voice suddenly softened, "Yaya has no parents anymore."
Her childish voice seemed not to be sad, but also to the point where she didn't even know what it was like to be sad.
The little girl faced the sunlight falling in from the balcony, her porcelain white face was immature and delicate, her eyes were like moonlight, clear and quiet.
I can't tell what it feels like, the system just feels... All this is too cruel for Ye Ya, who is still a cub.
Obviously, he couldn't even walk before, but now he has to learn mathematics, phonetics, human beings, everything.
[Bud. ] The system called her name, [If Ya'er doesn't like online classes, we won't take them from tomorrow, okay? ]
Anyway, it's only 5,000 yuan, and at the end of the year, I can earn it back by rushing to earn it back. The old program will be used as long as it is used. Anyway, it will be upgraded sooner or later.
"No." Ye Ya shook her head and continued to fill in the painting, "I want to study, I love studying the most."
She has to study hard.
Hurry up and grow up to find mom and dad.
The system sighed and said nothing.
**
In the afternoon, Ye Qinghe came home from school.
He deleted the monitoring, instructed the nanny and servant, packed Ye Ya's things, and then carried Ye Ya to Ye Ziyu's room.
This is the first time Ye Ya came to the second brother's room.
Ye Ziyu's room is large and warmly decorated, with toys scattered around.
Ye Ya held Ye Qinghe's hand tightly, looked around the room curiously, then looked up at him: "Brother?"
Ye Qinghe knelt down, and stroking her loose hair, "Ya Ya, can you sleep at the second brother's place today?"
He wasn't sure what time his father would come back tomorrow, it was the best to settle Ye Ya in advance, it was a little bit wronged, but it was better than being kicked out by his father.
Ye pinched the long grass emoji on his hand, turned his head to look at Ye Qinghe, and said in a low voice, "Is it only today?"
"If you're lucky, Ye Ya will come out tomorrow." He wanted to test his father's attitude first, and slowly find a way to soften him, allowing him a buffer time to accept Ye Ya.
"Okay." Ye Ya nodded, "Then I'll be obedient."
Ye Qinghe heaved a sigh of relief seeing that she was not crying or fussing.
"Qinghe." The butler knocked on the door, "Mr.'s phone number."
Ye Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, he turned around and went out to answer the phone.
The room was quiet.
Ye Ziyu sat at the desk, looking at her fiercely.
Ye Ya's eyelashes trembled. After thinking about it, she went up and handed over the long grass emoji on her hand, "For you to play."
That little toy was given by Shen Zhou yesterday, Ye Ziyu didn't think much of it.
He grabbed it and threw it on the ground, then got up and stepped on it heavily.
Ye Ya leaned back, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"You broke my toy..." Ye Ya frowned, complaining aggrievedly, "If you step on it, it will hurt."
"I will step on it, I will step on it!"
Ye Ziyu was made grumpy by his studies, and stepped on his feet more and more vigorously, until the toy fell apart, he vented his joy, turned around and sat back at the desk to continue doing the homework left by the tutor.
Ye Ya stood alone behind him, the broken toy was at her feet.
She stared at the toy, making sure that it would not "live" again, then deeply saddened her heart, Ye Ya shriveled her mouth, took a deep breath and shouted at him: "I, I'm angry!!"
The little girl was full of anger, and even the bristling hair on the top of her head expressed her anger.