Mother Yan was silent. She was convinced by him.
Who could have thought that the boomerang would come back in this form?
If I had known she would have...
Eh? It seems like knowing this earlier wouldn't have changed anything, so that's fine.
She sighed slowly, "Where on earth did our father get so much energy to travel all over the world?"
There were more than a dozen addresses written on the piece of paper in her hand, all of which were clearly visible in the pile of paintings left by Old Master Yan.
Yan Yian has a lot of things to do in the company and he really can't leave. Instead, his retired father and mother are more suitable to do this.
"We have been to three places and found nothing." said Yan's mother.
Father Yan consoled him, saying, "Didn't Yi An tell us to just treat this as a trip? If we find any clues, we'll be lucky. If we don't, that's fine. This is just speculation."
Mother Yan shook her head. She was not wearing her usual Chinese-style skirt today, so naturally she did not have any small decorations like a round fan in her hand.
She held a small portable fan in one hand and nodded. "Since it's just a guess, there's an element of gambling. You're right, but I also hope to make some progress. I don't want to keep deceiving my foresight."
Seeing his wife's expression relax a little, Father Yan also teased, "Anyway, that kid won't blame you. The ones who should be more alert are Yi An and Yan Ci."
Mother Yan thought about it and felt that this possibility was quite high.
But she spoke to make the scope more precise.
"Xianjue has always been very considerate to his sister. Yi'an seems to have been prepared for this. He gives money when asked for it and people when asked for it. Even if Xianjue finds out one day, he will only be a little angry and it will soon pass."
After saying this, the couple looked at each other and said in tacit understanding: "It seems that the blame will fall on Yan Ci's head in the end."
After that, both of them fell into a strange silence.
"Well, you should be nicer to Yanci recently."
Father Yan shook his head and said, "How miserable."
Mother Yan rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's all about you, the fathers and brothers."
Father Yan: “…”
Father Yan felt as if a huge pot had been placed on his back with a plop, and it was extremely heavy.
He said in grief and anger: "Every time Xianjue complained, it was you who protected him!"
Mother Yan: "With Yan Ci's personality, if we don't put pressure on him, he will go crazy."
"Besides, eighteen or nineteen is the age when people love to complain."
Yan's father: "I won't say anything about the first sentence. Yan Ci's personality does require someone to control him, but the second sentence sounds so familiar to me."
He recounted the details: "When Xianjue was three, he supervised five-year-old Yanci with his homework. You said that three or four years old is the age when he loves to complain."
"When Xianjue was seven, he told you that Yanci had a crush on a girl at school. You said that seven or eight years old is the age when he loves to complain."
"When Xianjue was thirteen, he met Yanci in a game in the middle of the night. Yanci was forced by him to play with him all night, and the next day he turned around and reported him. You said that thirteen or fourteen years old is the age when he loves to complain."
Father Yan was puzzled: "I just want to ask, at what age is he no longer a complainer?"
Mother Yan: “…”
Mother Yan changed the subject: "Is the front almost there?"
Yan's father shrugged helplessly, not feeling surprised at all. Yan Xianjue also behaved like this when he felt guilty. To be honest, he was a little used to it.
But he still shook his head and sighed: "The second one is so miserable."
Yan's mother complained: "Then why don't you mention that Yan Ci soak his grandfather's dentures in rice vinegar, because he heard that vinegar can kill bacteria."
"My dad was so jealous that he couldn't eat for two days. He finally fainted from hunger and had to get a nutritional injection."
"He never mentioned anything about the harm his original family did to you."
Father Yan laughed twice and said, "Everything at home is a mess. It's better not to dig into it. If you really dig into it, none of those enemies at home will be able to escape."
Yan's mother fully agreed with this.
Even Yan Yian, who was precocious and seemed the most reliable since childhood, was called the child of other people's family when he was young.
Because he was ostracized by people of the same age in the circle, he secretly provoked their internal conflicts behind the scenes. As a result, the opponent's alliance fell apart and Yan Yian disappeared.
Who was the stupid thug Yan Yian hired at that time?
It seems to be Ji Heng?
Mother Yan: “…”
Forget it, let’s not think about it anymore. I feel that if I continue to think about it, both she and Yan’s father will be doomed.
She looked up at the Taoist temple in front of her. It was dilapidated and empty.
Mother Yan: "Is it really possible that our old man is a Feng Shui master?"
"A Taoist temple and a Feng Shui master, has this really gotten to this point?"
Yan's mother had deep doubts about this.
Yan's father: "Who knows, maybe dad is also a villain."
To be honest, Yan's father still can't accept the fact that his father is the protagonist.
It's so different from the image in my memory!!!
"It seems like someone is coming." A tender child's voice appeared in the Taoist temple.
Yan's father and mother stopped talking and walked inside in the direction of the sound out of curiosity.
Walking around a piece of wood that had fallen from somewhere, he asked, "Is there a backyard?"
Yan's father nodded. This Taoist temple didn't look very big from the outside, at least it couldn't be compared to the size of the rebuilt Taoist temple.
Even if they walked to the backyard, it was just a small courtyard. Mother Yan took a quick look around and confirmed that there were only four or five houses that could accommodate people.
The overall style of the courtyard is similar to the previous one, and the four words "penniless" can cover all the descriptions.
The only thing that looked somewhat alive was the date tree with a child hanging on it.
A round head timidly popped out from behind the tree trunk. It looked young and said, "We didn't steal anything."
"Fatty, you idiot! You're just giving yourself away!"
Father Yan: “…”
You're not much better.
The little boy called Fatty tilted his head and said, "But Sister Mai Mai, didn't the village chief say that everything here belongs to everyone?"
Little girl Maimai ignored him. She nimbly jumped down from the tree and imitated the tone of an adult's speech, deliberately lowering her voice. But no matter how hard she tried, a little girl of seven or eight years old could still look cute pretending to be an adult.
Mai Mai: "What are you doing here?"
Mother Yan smiled gently. "Yes, Auntie's elders said there was a very spiritual Taoist temple here, so I came here because of its reputation. But I didn't expect it to become like this. Can you tell me why?"
Mai Mai's eyes rolled: "Why should I tell you, what's in it for me?"
She was still holding a few freshly picked dates in her hand, but her eyes kept turning to Yan's father and mother.
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