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Sun Yan made a gesture to beat: "Yan Haian, are you afraid it's not itchy?"
The two rolled together on the sofa. Yan Haian gasped and laughed: "in fact, I don't know if my brother can get this Q í ng."
"mm-hmm? Forget it if you don't get it. " To tell you the truth, Sun Yan didn't notice what the little guy looked like. in his mind, whether strict Haijian or strict, there was only a code name for Yan Haian's family, "but if he takes it, he will have nothing to say about us in the future."
With a short hand and a soft mouth, Sun Yan doesn't mind giving a little kindness in exchange for an ally, and he is not the kind of good man who does good deeds anonymously. if he receives my kindness, he has to pay it back.
In fact, if Yan Haijian refuses to accept Sun Yan's help, Yan Haian will also find a way to bring rigor to City B, but at this point, he must not say, "you are really jaded ng, Mr. Sun."
Sun Yanqian said falsely: "Alas, it is not good enough. We have to work hard and work hard."
After talking and laughing for a while, Yan Haian was so heavy that he kicked Sun Yan down. "it seems that it won't be long before I can come to your house," Sun Yan said. "
Yan Haian, who was supposed to get up, stopped, turned and asked, "is this really that important to you?"
Sun Yan turned over and looked up at him: "is it important to you?"
Yan Haian lowered her eyes, stood up and went into the kitchen without continuing the topic.
Sun Ling, as a forgotten eldest brother, stayed abroad until Christmas, and then came home uninvited. Shi visited the couple and kindly expressed his condolences about the life of the couple. Then he photographed a package for Sun Yan and left chic.
Sun Yan followed Sun Ling to country An in order to repair painting, and it was by the way to talk business with Sun Ling. The 20 million of the pair he broke are at the back, and this one is the most important.
Yan Hai'an, the name of this oil painting restorer, has heard of it. I don't know how many billions of dollars of oil paintings have been repaired in his hands, but his own stall has been urgently repaired by others. Yan Hai'an is ashamed to think about it.
Sun Yan was not ashamed at all and hung this small-size work in the most conspicuous position in the living room.
"because it looks good." Sun Yan seriously persuaded Yan Haian, "better than that Mona Lisa."
Had he not known that he was telling the truth, Yan Haian would have felt that he was satirizing himself, saying that beauty is in the eyes of Q í ng, but he did not expect that Q í ng would still be able to catch up with Leonardo da Vinci.
Yan Haian watched Sun Yan hang the glass-framed picture in the living room very carefully and hesitantly asked, "do you really like my painting so much?"
Sun Yan hung up the painting and did not look back. He took two steps back to see if it was crooked: "I like it at first sight." I don't know if the set of Mo Yisheng studio is for sale. "
Yan Haian blushed indistinctly and uttered a small voice.
He looked at Sun Yan's back and subconsciously touched his fingers.
…… After putting it for such a long time, don't know if pick up the pen again, can still draw something?
With this on his mind, Yan Haian helped Mo Yisheng wash his brush, but he could not help rubbing it with a paintbrush, which was a little strange to him.
or do you want to pick it up from the sketch?
He is not saying that he wants to create a legend of late blooming and make some achievements. My ancestor didn't enjoy a meal, which has nothing to do with his age. He's just... want to draw a picture for Sun Yan.
The heat rising from the bottom of his heart was the same as in those years, and he had thought that he would never have such a childish impulse in his life.
Yan Haian stared at the paintbrush for a long time before frowning and continuing to wash. His movements were very light, but it didn't matter if he should speak louder, because Mo Yisheng slept soundly on the sofa and probably couldn't close his eyes until dawn.
Looking at Mo Yisheng, who mummified himself because he was hiding from the sun, Yan Haian wiped the water from his hands and closed the curtains. He felt that he should reflect on himself. Even though he still attached great importance to Mo Yisheng in his heart, his inner balance could not be deceived. His jargon could not be placed on Mo Yisheng all the time. He was as meticulous as he used to be.
The phone left on the carpet rang, and Yan Haian pinched it off as soon as he copied his hand. only when he found that Mo Yisheng had not been awakened did he have leisure to look at the screen.
After seeing who it was, Yan Haian walked out of the studio lightly and dialed back.
"Hello, auntie."
Li Weiwei's sweet and graceful voice floated out from the receiver: "is it Haian?" Did Shengsheng forget the time again? Are you sleeping now? "
You can't know a son like your mother, and you can guess it.
Li Weiwei said: "I really don't know who he follows in this kind of xing. If it hadn't been for you to take care of him, I wouldn't dare to leave him alone in the country." Does Hai'an have a girlfriend now? "
Yan Haian is also very familiar with her, to deal with this kind of jump chat only need to answer the last question: "No girlfriend."
"Oh, dear." Listening to the laughter, Li Weiwei may have covered her face with a smile. "do you have a boyfriend without a girlfriend?"
Yan Haian: "…..."
"it's a joke. It's not common in China. We often see it here. There are parades every year. " Li Weiwei said that you can start the topic wherever you go, "but you guys are in the art world, and you should have seen it, right? I sometimes wonder if it would be nice for you and Shengsheng to get together. "
Yan Haian: "…..."
At this moment he did not know whether to share Q í ng Mo Yisheng or envy.
If Li Weiwei is allowed to play, this overseas call is bound to be in arrears. Yan Haian asked, "Auntie, what can I do for you?"
Li Weiwei remembered: "if you don't tell me, I forgot. If you look at my xing, I just want to ask when Sheng Sheng will come. The New year is coming, and his brothers and sisters miss him very much."
Yan Haian said, "I'll tell him when he wakes up and ask him to call you back."
"mm-hmm," said Li Weiwei. "otherwise, if you come with him, you will travel. It's nice to come out and meet Q í ng from other countries. Young people should walk around. I have family travel plans every year. "
Yan Haian thinks this aunt is really cute, no matter what age she has a girl's heart: "Thank you, Auntie, but this year I'm going to be with..." Spend time with the family. "
In the usual year, Yan Haian sent a sum of money back alone, and then went to the people's Square to wait for the countdown. But this year, Sun Yan said early on that the three of them would spend the Spring Festival together.
Chapter 38 Tonight
During the Spring Festival, Xu Hong and the babysitter went home for the Spring Festival. Yan Haian was taken to the cemetery by the two brothers. The management here is in place, not rough, and even in winter it is full of green plants. Stone sculptures and jargon railings follow the steps up, scattered behind the trimmed branches, looming, it is not so much a graveyard as a park.
Surprisingly, their parents' graveyard is not particularly luxurious, like around, a quiet pure black tombstone, engraved with the couple's name.
It is rare for anyone to visit the grave at the 30th day of the Lunar New year. There are only three of them in the whole park, and all the assistant drivers are waiting below. Sun Yan took the bucket to fetch water, Sun Ling bowed himself and put on a basket of flowers, and after the water came back, he began to wipe the graveyard separately, which seemed to be a habit.
From the beginning to the end, no one said a word, and everything was going on quietly. Only when he was offering incense, Sun Ling specially handed three to Yan Haian to signal his respect.
Yan Haian bowed three times, and the corner of his eye glanced at Sun Yan's quiet side face. Both brothers looked at the tombstone silently, perhaps whispering something to their parents in their hearts.
He looked back and placed it on the picture of the tombstone. The Suns look very amiable and can teach Sun Ling's ability and spoil Sun Yan's temper, proving that they really love the parents of their children.
Yan Haian read silently, thank you for giving birth to him, I will love him well.
When they came back from the cemetery, they took Yan Haian straight to the old house in the suburbs. Yan Haian entered this kind of mansion for the first time, and it took a few minutes to drive through the gate to get to the door. Architecture and gardening were built entirely in the symmetrical format of an European manor, and for a moment I thought I was walking into a foreign film. Although the two usually do not come back here, there has always been a special person to take care of it, and does not look desolate and dilapidated.
Sun Ling hired a team of professional chefs and chose a western meal at the table in the glass room. the air in the suburbs was very good. Today, God gave face, and when he looked up, he was full of stars.
Sitting in the first place, Sun Ling held up the wine produced by his winery and said with emotion, "there is finally one more person for the Spring Festival this year."
His smile was relaxed, but with a touch of sadness, and then raised his glass to Yan Haian by mentioning the god j ng.
Sun Yan drank the wine and played with the taste: "if you can, you can bring someone here, just to gather around the table."
"you think I'm like you?" Sun Ling has been the kind of child of other people since childhood. He is excellent and clean. Now he has no father or mother. It is simply a dream of a golden gu son-in-law. As long as there is a slight slip of meaning, the girls in the queue can circle around the second Ring Road. "I am so busy that I don't have time to talk about my date."
The two brothers ridiculed each other. Yan Haian listened and received a call from his hometown.
It was Yan Haijian who called to wish him a happy New year. Everyone chatted as if nothing had happened, and the phone changed several times, and finally returned to Yan Haijian.
He seemed to have walked to a more secluded place, and the voices in the background were far away.
"Brother."
He gave a cry, as if he did not know how to go on, and became silent, except for the sound of helpless breathing.