Yan Cheng: “???”
Sorry for what? Excuse me?
Yan Cheng didn't understand the girl's thoughts within three seconds. He was silent for a moment and continued to care about Leng Yan.
He pushed Leng Yan's broad shoulders again, but failed, and increased the strength on his waist.
"Hiss—" He hissed again, "Leng Yan, are you going to break my waist?"
"Let go for a moment, I'll go call someone."
Leng Yan looked very uncomfortable, with cold sweat all over his head. Yan Cheng didn't dare to push him away hard. After a few unsuccessful pushes, he quickly changed his mind.
"sister……"
He wanted to ask Yan Xi to help find Madam Liu, but before he could utter a syllable, his mouth was covered by a big hand.
Yan Cheng widened his eyes in surprise.
His waist loosened and Leng Yan let him go. He pushed Leng Yan away from his arms and looked up. Only then did he see how miserable Leng Yan looked.
Junyi's face was covered in sweat, his hair was wet and stuck to his face, and he had the sexy aura of a mature man.
Yan Cheng's expression froze for a moment, and he glanced upwards, not noticing that the moon-white cloth on his abdomen not only had many wrinkles, but also had a wet spot.
She pulled at the hands that were still on his waist and said, "I'll go find Aunt Liu to help you..."
As he turned to walk outside, his wrist was grabbed and he couldn't move.
Perhaps because they were too anxious, the person who was holding him did not control the strength, and his wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt slightly.
Leng Yan may have also noticed this, and loosened the strength in his hands: "Don't go, I just remembered some things in the past."
Yan Cheng was shocked and didn't care about anything else. He lowered his head and looked at Leng Yan.
"Have you recovered your memory?"
People who know him well can tell from the way he pinches his fingers that he is a little nervous.
"No."
Leng Yan shook his head and put his hands on his legs. Even in his embarrassed state, he looked somewhat obedient.
"I just remembered something."
Yan Cheng didn't ask him what he remembered first, but asked cautiously, "Is it really not necessary to ask Aunt Liu to come?"
"No, I don't have a headache anymore."
Yan Cheng nodded, pulled over another stool and sat down, this time sitting closer to Leng Yan, and asked, "So what do you remember?"
Leng Yan didn't speak immediately. He frowned and looked unhappy, as if he was back in that cruel and cold prison.
Yan Cheng did not urge him. He waited quietly for Leng Yan to speak. He knew that Leng Yan would not hide anything from him.
About ten seconds later, he heard Leng Yan say in a slightly hoarse voice: "I remembered my memories before I was ten years old."
Yan Cheng looked at the annoyance that appeared on his face and guessed that it was a very bad memory for him.
"If you can't tell me, you don't have to tell me."
He didn't want Leng Yan to recall that terrible and even painful past again.
Leng Yan shook his head: "There is nothing that cannot be said."
He looked into Yan Cheng's extremely gentle eyes and said with a dry throat, "In that memory, I was an orphan without a father or a mother."
Yan Cheng noticed that his fingers were curled up, and the protruding joints told of his unfriendly attitude towards his palms.
"My name is...Zero One."
Zero one?
Is this a normal name?
Yan Cheng didn't ask this question. He lowered his head slightly, the shadow of his eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, and used his hands to stop Leng Yan from continuing to destroy his own hands.
He used force to pry open Leng Yan's clenched hands.
"Your hands are going to be used to paint the scenery for me, so you can't get them hurt."
They had agreed to draw a picture of Huixian outside Huixian that year, and during the days in Wuding Prefecture, Yan Cheng personally taught Leng Yan how to draw landscapes.
Ever since Leng Yan learned to paint landscapes, Yan Cheng would occasionally receive a landscape painting that they had viewed together.
Yan Cheng watched Leng Yan paint better and better landscapes. He also said that if Leng Yan had learned painting since childhood, he might have become a master now.
Yan Cheng actually taught Leng Yan how to draw portraits, but Leng Yan had never done it before.
Yan Cheng asked him why he didn't paint portraits, but Leng Yan didn't say anything.
It was just that he didn’t paint portraits, it wasn’t a big deal, so Yan Cheng stopped asking about it.
When Leng Yan heard Yan Cheng say that his hands were used for painting, he stopped exerting force.
He spread out his hands and looked at the deep pinch marks in his palms, and the portrait in the study of the third courtyard house in the east of the city flashed through his mind.
I thought to myself that he really needed to protect his hands.
Thinking of this, the annoyance that had just surged into my heart because of that name disappeared a lot.
He was much more calm when he spoke again.
"I grew up in a compound hidden deep in the mountains. There were many orphans like me there, and our names were code names."
"As far as I can remember, I've always been Zero One. It's never changed. The codenames Zero Two and Zero Three after me have all been replaced by new people."
"Besides the children whose names are numbers, there are also children whose names are plants and animals, and there are also children whose names start with colors..."
"When we children turned twelve, we were taken out of the mountains. My memories only go back to when I was ten, so I don't remember what we were going to do when we were taken out."
This time it was Yan Cheng who clenched his palms. He bit his lip unhappily. This kind of growth trajectory...
Leng Yan said: "We... should be secret guards trained by a certain family."
Moreover, they are from an aristocratic family, so the process of training secret guards can be said to be very complete.
Looking at his calloused hands that were used to holding weapons, and then looking at Yan Cheng, he retracted his fingers impatiently.
Yan Cheng was very angry.
He thought Leng Yan's past might be bad, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.
Leng Yan described those things very simply, and his emotions didn't change much, but one could imagine how bad the things he omitted were.
Leng Yan only said that he was a secret guard trained by a certain noble family, but did not say what kind of training he had received.
Yan Cheng thought about Leng Yan's martial arts skills, the various ruthless methods he was skilled in, and the coldness that emanated from him from time to time.
Just, I feel very sad.
When I thought of the little Leng Yan crying while undergoing cruel training, my heart couldn't help but writhe.
At this moment, Yan Cheng wondered how Leng Yan suddenly recovered some of his memory?
How come such a terrible past wasn't buried deeper?
Looking at Leng Yan bathed in the aura of a poor little guy, Yan Cheng's heart softened.
He stood up and touched Leng Yan's head as if to coax his younger brother, his voice as gentle as a pool of clear water.
"That's all in the past, don't think about it anymore."
His memory before the age of ten was so bad, so his memory after the age of ten was probably not that good either, otherwise how could he have suffered such a serious injury.
"Yeah." Leng Yan responded.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
Life is good now. He looks up at Yan Cheng's beautiful face and thinks that everything in the past is no longer important to him.
After comforting the poor old man and the little girl, Yan Cheng finally remembered a small incident that had just happened.
When he and Leng Yan came out of the house one after another, Yan Xi, who had been waiting in the yard for a long time, kicked away the stone he had been playing with for a long time.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You finally came out. I thought you all couldn't remember it today."
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