Yan Jiayu said gently: "It's okay, I just saw you guys, come over to say hello." His gaze dropped, and he placed it on Sheng Yingqi who was standing next to Sheng's mother.

Sheng Yingqi has been staring at Yan Jiayu since just now, and when he sees someone looking over, he doesn't take his eyes away, and still stares at him.

When Mother Sheng heard this, she bent down slightly, "Yingqi, call someone, call me brother quickly."

"I'm so much older than him, call me uncle." Yan Jiayu squatted down and handed the candy in his hand to Sheng Yingqi, "Your name is Yingqi?"

Sheng Yingqi is not an idiot either. He doesn't think he and his mother have anything to attract Yan Jiayu's attention.

If he was kind, would an heir of the Yan family be so kind enough to come over to say hello and give candy, so he was too busy?

Or what did Yan Jiayu see?

Impossible, not many people believe in ghosts and gods, let alone rebirth.

Yan Jiayu had never dealt with him, so it was impossible to see what was wrong with him, even his parents didn't notice it.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yingqi reached out and took the candy from Yan Jiayu's hand, "Thank you, uncle, I will eat the candy you gave me."

The focus is on the word "delicious", secretly holding back the yin and yang strange energy.

Yan Jiayu didn't seem to hear the problem, and stood up again, "No thanks, goodbye."

The last two words were addressed to Mother Sheng.

Father Yan was a little surprised to see his son suddenly go to greet others. Although he is not close to Yan Jiayu, he also knows his son's character, and it is difficult to take the initiative to deal with people.

"An acquaintance?" he asked.

Yan Jiayu said, "I've seen it twice before."

Father Yan recalled how Yan Jiayu squatted down and talked to the child earlier, "If you like children, it's not bad to recognize a god son. You and Mingzhu will never have children in the future."

Sheng Yingqi, who wanted to eavesdrop on the speech, just finished listening to the whole sentence.

Chapter 35

Sheng Yingqi didn't have time to be angry with the first half of the sentence, and he focused on the latter sentence

"You and Mingzhu will have no children in the future."

Is Qin Mingzhu already with Yan Jiayu?

How is that possible? Obviously they were not together at this time in the previous life.

When Sheng Yingqi was surprised, a little duck with off-white saliva dropped from the sky and wrapped around his neck.

"Why are you always running around, Yingqi?" Mother Sheng pulled Sheng Yingqi worriedly, and nodded to the Yan family at the next table to apologize.

Yan Jiayu's eyes fell on Sheng Yingqi for a moment, and she also politely nodded to Sheng's mother.

Sheng Yingqi was annoyed and grabbed the saliva pocket on his body. He was very sure that the short-lived ghost saw his saliva pocket, absolutely did!

What does that expression mean, what does nodding mean, are you laughing at him?

He was about to tear it off when his hand was slapped lightly and hard.

"I just put it on for you, don't talk nonsense." Mother Sheng picked up Sheng Yingqi and returned to her seat.

On the other hand, Yan Jiayu replied to Yan's father's words, "I personally have no idea to admit my son, but I will discuss and consider your opinion with Mingzhu."

Father Yan snorted, "If you have time, call your mother more, she misses you very much."

"I will."

Sheng Yingqi, who was not far away, drank milk while holding back his fire.

No, he must find a way to get close to the Qin family as soon as possible, preferably by Qin Mingzhu's side. In a new life, Qin Mingzhu must be his, and Qin Mingzhu's first time must also be his.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Mingzhu saw Yan Jiayu's car at the entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts. After saying goodbye to the students around him, he went straight to the car.

Although the public class in the afternoon was still boring, he really felt youthful. The wind outside the window, the creamy clouds, the students playing ball in the small playground, the old-fashioned fans crunching above their heads, they didn't say youth directly, but these two words were revealed everywhere.

This emotion made him a little excited when he got into the car, as if he was rejuvenated, "Brother Jiayu."

Yan Jiayu unhurriedly removed the documents from her knees and gave Qin Mingzhu the wet towel she had prepared, "Are you tired of class?"

Qin Mingzhu looked at the thing in his hand. In his last life, Yan Jiayu would also prepare this when he picked him up from school. The corners of his lips could not help but slowly curl up, "I'm not tired."

After he wiped his hands clean, Yan Jiayu handed over the water from the car refrigerator, "If you are tired, you can take a rest first. It will take about half an hour to reach your destination."

"Where are we going?" Qin Mingzhu asked curiously.

But Yan Jiayu sold out, "I'll find out later."

When he was about to arrive at his destination, Qin Mingzhu realized that the place Yan Jiayu was going to take him to was his primary school. When they arrived, the elementary school students were almost leaving the school one after another, and the campus was quiet.

Qin Mingzhu has not been to primary school for many years, and now it seems that the door to childhood memories is opened in a flash. The elementary school did not change much from his memory, and he even found his own photo in the honor roll.

"This is me." He didn't expect that the photo of his elementary school participating in theatrical performances and dancing would still be on the school's honor roll, which was still a very prominent position.

Yan Jiayu also followed Qin Mingzhu's line of sight and looked up. In the photo, Qin Mingzhu's face was painted red and she was wearing a white close-fitting Latin dance suit. He couldn't hold back for a while and let out a rare burst of laughter.

The laughter immediately drew a look back from the photo himself, "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, I think it's too cute."

Qin Mingzhu snorted in disbelief, and pulled Yan Jiayu away from the honor roll. That photo is simply his black history, so don't look at it.

"Brother Jiayu, why did you bring me here all of a sudden?" Qin Mingzhu asked the person next to him when he walked to the artificial lake.

The evening sun in midsummer is mottled and dazzling, like fine oil paint splashed on the world, dyeing everything rose red. They walked to the bench by the lake and sat down, facing the water of the lake where the light and gold floated, and the wicker draped gently like a curtain.