Yan Yian's pen paused on the paper.
Speaking of Yan Ci, he carefully recalled Yan Xianjue's reaction at that time.
Thinking about it this way, I remembered some details that I didn’t pay attention to at the time.
The tone of Yan Xianjue's inner voice at that time was as if... he suddenly knew a lot of information that he didn't know before.
So could he guess that the time when Yan Xianjue knew the memories of his previous life was somehow related to the time when they could hear Yan Xianjue's inner voice?
If that's the case, then it makes sense why he felt uncomfortable before.
Then he turned his gaze to the letter his grandfather left for Yan Xianjue.
That’s right, rather than saying this is an explanation of the book list, it’s more like a letter left for Yan Xianjue.
Each book here has its corresponding number.
If you open the book, you will see my grandfather's handwritten annotations inside.
Yan Yian initially tried to match the numbers of each book to the numbers Yan Shan gave him.
Unfortunately, he didn't find any pattern from it.
Then he remembered that when he was a child, every year for his birthday, in addition to some shares and assets, his grandfather would always prepare a gift more suitable for children, hiding it somewhere in the house for him to find by himself.
And the code my grandfather liked to use the most at that time was————
In a book he is reading, the page, line, and word, a sentence composed of these words, or a place name can always give him some clues.
Then he thought of the number of books in Yan Xianjue's bookcase, and Yan Yian suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes.
Even a workaholic like him who never puts down his work felt that the workload was a bit too much.
He checked the time, copied the letter twice, took a photo with his mobile phone, put the books back into the bookcase, and then got up and knocked on Yan Xianjue's bedroom door.
"It's almost time, get up and get ready to go."
'Bang'
There was the sound of something soft hitting the door.
Yan Yian shrugged, probably something like a pillow or a cushion.
After making sure that Yan Xianjue had woken up, Yan Yian also went to change his clothes.
When I went downstairs again, I saw Yan Xianjue half-lying over the armrest of the sofa, drowsy and asleep again.
He patted Yan Xianjue's shoulder to wake him up: "Let's go, and continue sleeping on the plane later."
Yan Xianjue lazily followed him out the door: "If I had known, I wouldn't have slept just now. It's so uncomfortable to wake up in the middle of the night."
Yan Yian chuckled: "When we boarded the plane, it happened to be the time for Yan Ci's match to be broadcast live. Aren't you going to watch it?"
Yan Xianjue muttered, "He didn't tell me, so I won't watch it."
On the other side, he secretly set a timer on his mobile phone.
Yan Yian pretended not to notice his hypocritical actions and simply said, "Forget it if you don't want to read it. The application materials prepared by your special assistant have just been sent to you. You can take a look at them on the plane."
Yan Xianjue: "...I'd better go to sleep."
Why rush to apply? Just choose a school that is close to home, has a relaxed atmosphere, and doesn't require you to live on campus. Then pick a major with the least classes. What's so great about it?
Thinking of this, he yawned again.
Yan Yian complained, "Didn't you sleep well on the cruise this week?"
Yan Xianjue tilted his head and recalled his daily routine of taking a nap in the sun on the deck and going to bed on time at night.
He hesitated and said, "Maybe I slept too much this week, so I've become accustomed to sleeping twelve hours a day."
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian felt a headache.
Yan Xianjue's sleep time is almost catching up with that when he was just born.
He decided that he must find something for his Husky to do, otherwise there would be unrest in the house!
*
When Yan Yian's private jet took off, Shen Fangli and Mr. Shen were sitting at the dining table.
With Mr. Shen's deliberate obstruction, the divorce storm did not affect Shen Fangli at all.
Because she never saw her mother from beginning to end.
Shen Fangli looked around the living room on the first floor. In two weeks, there was no trace of her mother in this villa.
Shen Fangli sighed in her heart.
But she didn't say anything. This was their relationship, and she wouldn't bring them together, nor would she persuade them to separate.
During the two-day weekend break, among all the people in the entire production team, only Yan Xianjue got a real rest.
She has acting classes this afternoon and all day tomorrow.
Normally, online classes focus on theoretical basics, while the weekends are for practical exercises. I analyze the mistakes in this week's video assignments one by one, as well as how to find shots.
So her time is also very tight.
There is no guarantee that I will be able to sit at the same table with my father to eat.
So when Shen Fangli was halfway through eating, she suddenly put down her chopsticks.
Mr. Shen was stunned: "What's wrong, Lili?"
He was a little worried that Lili was unhappy because he asked the aunt to redecorate the house.
Shen Fangli cleared her throat a little nervously.
Confessing my relationship to my dad is still a bit...unspeakable.
Or should we wait for Dad to find out himself?
Anyway, they didn't hide it much in the variety show, and the audience could see it, so the dad could see it too, right?
She spoke tentatively, "Well... Dad, I'm old enough to be in a relationship, right?"
Mr. Shen's eyes suddenly became sharp.
All the worries in my heart were gone.
He asked solemnly, "Who is it?"
He quickly went through his suspects in his mind, then fired accurately: "Is it the youngest son of the Yan family?"
Shen Fangli: “…”
Shen Fangli gave a thumbs up and praised: "You are so wise!"
Mr. Shen: “…I wish my guess wasn’t that accurate.”
His face really didn't look good.
Shen Fangli asked using the sentence pattern that Mr. Shen had just used: “What’s wrong, Dad?”
"Didn't I tell you a few days ago that the company and Yan's were cooperating?"
Shen Fangli nodded, immediately understanding what he meant.
She shook her head: "I asked Yan Xianjue, and he said it wasn't because of this."
"Besides, we only got together on Wednesday, and Dad also signed the contract with Yan's on Wednesday."
"If you calculate the time carefully, you guys are still earlier."
Mr. Shen frowned, "Isn't Wednesday the day you become an adult?"
He looked at his daughter suspiciously: "You didn't come back to have a birthday party just to be with him?"
This can't be answered casually. Shen Fangli didn't know why, but a sentence echoed faintly in her ears, "Your old father is about to explode, please comfort him as soon as possible."
It must be the aftereffect of playing too many RPG games recently.
She immediately shook her head and said, "No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. I just feel troubled."
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