After watching the sunset, they went back to their respective homes and looked for their respective mothers.
After all, I have to go out to record a variety show tomorrow, so I can't just go out and play all day. I still have to spend time with my family.
The key point is, Yan Xianjue thought happily, my second sister is back, I wonder what kind of toys she will bring him.
However, when he opened the door, he was greeted by his family admiring a two-meter-long painting.
Everyone's eyes were so serious and focused that no one noticed him opening the door and coming in.
How come he didn't know that his family loved appreciating paintings so much?
Only when he came close did Yan Shan raise her head: "Are you back?"
His tone was so cold that it didn't sound like he was asking his brother, but rather a stranger.
But Yan Xianjue knew that this was already a sign of closeness, because if he was really a stranger, his second sister would just look at him as if he were a monkey.
Well, he's a golden monkey, not much better than other monkeys.
But at least, other monkeys are laboratory experimental subjects, but he is a rare protected animal.
"Well, what are you looking at?"
As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught sight of a name on it.
"Yan... Changsheng?"
Yan Xianjue frowned: "I have a little uncle whom I haven't met yet?"
Yan family: "..."
He tried to reason and concluded: "Or a famous painter?"
The Yan family: "That's enough, shut up."
I have never heard such outrageous reasoning in my life.
Yan Wan thought, fortunately their world is not a detective novel.
Otherwise, with Yan Xianjue's level, he might be the worst detective in the world.
Yan Yian also looked at him with an indescribable expression.
"Changsheng is grandpa's name."
This time it was Yan Xianjue's turn to be silent.
He gave up and said, "How should I know? I was still a child when Grandpa passed away..."
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly froze.
"So that's the Changshengji?"
Yan Yian nodded affirmatively: "That's Grandpa's essay."
But Yan Xianjue thought it was some health book and threw it aside without even looking at it.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue covered his face and said, "I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."
"Hahaha," Yan Ci laughed out loud, "Yan Xianjue, it's no use for you to escape."
"Hahaha, you actually treat grandpa as your uncle. I'm going to use this to tease you for two months."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
"Mom! Look at him!"
Mother Yan smiled softly: "Alright, alright, stop making trouble. You've worked hard, go take a shower and change clothes before coming down."
"Yanci, you too, stop bullying Xianjue."
Yan Ci was speechless: "Mom, please be fair. When have I ever been able to bully him?"
"Besides, he was clearly collecting debts in the morning and went out to play in the afternoon. How could it be hard at all?"
"Okay, okay, it's all your dad's fault."
Father Yan: “…”
Father Yan continued to admire his father's masterpiece with a magnifying glass in his hand, without even raising his eyelids.
Only his slightly trembling hands revealed how restless he was at the moment.
But both sons were satisfied and the family war was settled.
Yan Xianjue went upstairs to change his clothes, while Yan Ci stayed to continue looking at the paintings.
But he really had no artistic talent: "Speaking of which, do you want to show it to Yan Xianjue?"
"Maybe he knows something?"
"When he was a child, his grandfather often held him in his arms while he wrote and drew."
The main reason was that Yan Xianjue was small when he was young, and he could still be carried around when he was four or five years old.
In comparison, people like Yan Ci, who are in good health, suffered a great loss.
When he was three years old, his grandfather could no longer hold him.
Yan Wan agreed, and no one else raised any objections.
However, before Yan Xianjue could go downstairs.
They first heard his startled voice.
[Wait a minute, Yan Changsheng, Yan Changsheng, this name... seems a little familiar! ]
Yan Xianjue suddenly remembered something while taking a shower in the bathroom.
[Isn't this the name of the protagonist of a metaphysical novel? ]
Yan Xianjue's pupils trembled.
[What's going on? Could it be that our villain family still has the protagonist's bloodline? ]
Yan Xianjue fully suspected that this was just a coincidence.
【Ha ha. 】
He laughed awkwardly twice.
"How could that be? This world is so scientific, and there are many people with the same name."
The Yan family downstairs: "..."
Listening to him deceiving himself, the Yan family wanted to rush up and tell him, no, this world is not scientific at all!
Even if he didn't know that they could hear his thoughts, thinking about the plots he knew, he should know that this world had nothing to do with science.
Yan Shan was silent for a moment, then looked at Yan Yian: "Mysterious Eastern power."
Yan Yian: "...Hmm, the mysterious power of the East."
Yan Ci was puzzled: "Brother and sister, what is this secret code?"
Yan Yian shrugged casually, "At least now we actually have a research direction, right?"
Yan's mother, who had previously said that Yan Wan was unable to accept it, slowly sat down on the sofa.
Father Yan was also a little overwhelmed, but he was a little calmer than Mother Yan.
He was just wondering whether his father had ever done anything related to metaphysics.
But I can’t remember, I really can’t remember.
His family has always been very fond of science, and his father even studied abroad.
If he hadn't inherited the family business later, he might have become a nuclear physicist.
He remembered that when he was in school, his father was really interested in giant mushrooms.
Moreover, his father had clearly stated at the time that the younger generations of the Yan family could not engage in religious work.
But if we talk about metaphysics, besides this house, his father hired a Feng Shui master...
Wait, Feng Shui Master.
Who is the Feng Shui master his family hired? Does he know?
He doesn't know!
Could it be that this so-called Feng Shui master is his father himself? ? ?
Yan Yian saw his father's face suddenly change: "Dad, have you thought of something?"
Father Yan looked at his reliable eldest son and said, "...What are the chances that your grandfather is a Feng Shui master?"
Yan Yian: “…”
To be honest, with his grandfather's eccentric personality, Yan Yian would believe him even if he was called a charlatan, let alone a Feng Shui master.
Yan Yian's silence represents everything.
So Yan's father also fell silent.
Mother Yan took the water Yan Wan handed over and took a sip. She paused before speaking, "Dad didn't let Yi'an enter the second branch's family tree. Is this the reason?"
The Yan family was stunned.
There are indeed five children under the names of Yan's father and mother on the household registration, but as we all know, metaphysics looks at family trees rather than household registrations.
Judging from this, there are indeed four children in the Yan family.
Because according to the family tree, Yan Yian is the eldest grandson of the first branch of the Yan family, while Yan Xianjue is the youngest son of the second branch.
Yan Yian was also stunned: "Grandpa, was this what you meant at the beginning?"
So, the poor kid is not Yan Xianjue, but him?
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