Zhou Ye coughed twice with a guilty conscience: "Really? If we don't take the medicine, we won't have enough energy to make medicine and tailor."
Yan Xianjue was too lazy to argue with him: "I advise your second uncle to have a son as soon as possible to compete with you for the position of heir."
This is such a big fool, let’s just lie down with him.
Zhou Ye thought about it and said, "It can't be the Zhao family. I heard that the girl who was forced to drink last time is having a fight with her mother recently."
"Oh, I know about this," Yan Xianjue said casually, "She was in my eldest sister's dance troupe. My eldest sister took away her performance spot. She got drunk before the performance and went to the troupe to practice in a bad mood. My sister said that if she couldn't adjust to the state, she would be fired directly. She couldn't accept it."
After hearing this, Zhou Ye just made a "tsk" sound and said nothing.
To be honest, he felt that with such a paranoid mother, it would be better for him to develop abroad.
He mentioned something his second uncle had told him: "Zhao Lesi's husband married into the family. Originally, it was said that the eldest child would take the Zhao family surname, but unexpectedly, the eldest child turned out to be a daughter. Old man Zhao regretted it and let Ruan Baibai take her father's surname, and the second child take the Zhao family surname."
"As a result, Ruan Baibai's father was not happy either and hardly ever paid attention to the two children at home."
"Wait a minute," Yan Xianjue felt speechless again, "Her father is not dead yet, and they are not divorced yet?"
Zhou Ye: "No."
Yan Xianjue was greatly shocked: "So she also wants to marry your second uncle?"
"Your second uncle is not Cao Cao!"
Zhou Ye: "What the hell are you talking about!"
He said speechlessly: "It's not uncommon for couples in the circle to have their own affairs."
And the number is quite large, is it really that shocking?
Yan Xianjue: "But she wants to remarry."
Zhou Ye curled his lips: "How do I know what she thinks."
Zhou didn't want to mention her anymore. After thinking about it, he simply changed the subject and said, "What do you say? I ask my mother to arrange a blind date for my second uncle?"
Yan Xianjue couldn't help but applaud twice: "Great, brother, I will go to the hospital to see you when the time comes."
Zhou Ye: "...Then let's play games."
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes: "I don't want to play anymore. I want to go home and ask the doctor to check my brain to see if you are infected."
Zhou Ye felt like he was being disliked, and immediately pretended to sigh: "I know, you have new friends and you dislike me, your old friend, right? You want to go play games with others! You don't even think about poor me anymore. Who is it? Ji Xi? Forget it, he's busy. Is it Ni Qiu? You don't seem to be familiar with him. Is that Shen Fangli? I get it, you're just someone who's attracted by beauty!"
Yan Xianjue rubbed the goose bumps on his arms: "Are you disgusting? I really don't want to play anymore. My brother is almost getting off work."
After hanging up the voice call with Zhou Ye, Yan Xianjue saw the message in the family group on his phone.
He clicked on it and took a look, just about to say, "Be careful of scams at tourist attractions."
Then I thought, how could my damn eyesight not tell the quality of jade?
So he replied, "That's fine, I like it. No patterns, I like it simple."
As soon as the message was sent, Yan Xianjue clicked on the picture again and looked at it carefully, preparing to tell his master about his preferences when the time comes, and then he saw the eight words above.
Yan Xianjue: "Are there any inscriptions?"
Yan's mother replied to the message very quickly, and the villagers really delivered the food as the village chief said.
Father Yan went to process the ingredients.
She was resting in her room at the moment. She took out the jade token again and took a photo with clearer handwriting.
Yan Xianjue looked at the jade token suspiciously. Why did he feel that the handwriting on the jade token looked more and more familiar the more he looked at it?
He said, "Isn't it really carved by grandpa?"
It’s no wonder that Yan Xianjue had such doubts. It’s just that the old man’s handwriting has too strong personal style.
Mother Yan replied, "I don't know. It could be a coincidence, or it could really be that your grandfather carved it and it leaked out. It's hard to say."
Yan Xianjue thought about it and agreed.
[My grandfather is the hero of a metaphysical novel. He only carved two jade tablets himself. Is that normal?]
Yan Yian, who was reviewing documents in the office, looked up when he heard this and skillfully took out his mobile phone.
After listening to Yan Xianjue's mumbling about playing games all afternoon and coming to the conclusion that he would have to pay out that afternoon, Yan Yian quietly sped up the processing of documents.
Get off work early so Yan Xianjue can lose less money.
He has become adept at blocking out irrelevant remarks from Yan Xianjue while working.
But grandfather, metaphysical text and male protagonist, these are three key words that trigger him in one sentence.
It was hard for Yan Yian not to care.
He first glanced at the chat history, and then sent a private message to Yan's mother without hesitation.
"Mom, what's going on?"
Yan's mother: "Xianjue is at the company. Did you hear what he said?"
Yan Yian repeated what Yan Xianjue had just said.
Mother Yan thought for a moment and said, "We've found the right place this time. Your father and I met your grandfather's senior brother, who is the village chief here."
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian stared at the last word for a full half minute, without waiting for his mother to withdraw her opinion and say that she had made a typo.
Yan Yian: "Village chief?"
Mother Yan expressed her full understanding: "Yes, that jade token was left by your grandfather with the village chief for safekeeping."
"He also told us to run away if things go wrong."
"We'll be here tomorrow. Do you have any questions?"
Yan Yian: "I'll think about it tonight."
Mother Yan: "Okay, there's one more thing. The village chief asked us to take care of the children here."
Yan Yian: "I understand. I will take care of this matter."
"Mom, you..."
Before Yan Yian finished writing the next sentence, he heard Yan Xianjue's mumbling voice in his ears.
Although Taoism does seem to emphasize the relationship between ancestors and descendants, I remember my grandfather also mentioned in his annotations that if the subject is a person, then bearing the consequences of good and evil deeds from a previous life in this life can also be considered a form of responsibility?
[Forget it, regardless of whether it's Grandpa's jade token or not, it's always right to take it back.]
Even if it's not, it would still be an interesting coincidence.
He typed a line of words on his mobile phone, clearly stating that he wanted this jade pendant and did not need any processing.
Yan Xianjue could just say forget it lightly, but Yan Yian couldn't do that after hearing his words.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
He also carefully looked up the Taoist book about responsibility and sent it to Yan Shan at home.
Attached to this were the words that Yan Xianjue was muttering in his heart.
He also forwarded the same words to Yan's mother.
Mother Yan was silent for a moment, then sent a message to Yan Yian: "At least in this life he is my son, your younger brother."
Yan Yian: "Of course, Mom, I never doubted it."
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