Very few things in the world go exactly as planned.
Yan Yian listed all the doubts in his mind, just as he had said to his mother.
During this period, Yan Shan helped to add some more information.
Some of them seemed a little ridiculous, like they wanted to ask Yan Xianjue's grandfather who had traveled through time whether he knew about it.
There are also those who seem to be just curious about unknown things, such as, does metaphysics really exist that is as magical as in novels?
Then, the next day, after he sent the questions that the two of them had screened and agreed could be asked to the village chief to Yan's father and mother, Yan Yian received a reply asking him to bring Yan Xianjue over as soon as possible.
Yan's father and mother were not young and inexperienced, but the direction of things still made them feel very confused.
This morning was fine.
Father Yan placed his juniors in a very proper position.
The village chief was indeed his father's senior brother, which meant he was of the same generation as his uncle. But if that were the case, Yan's father, who had been in a high position for a long time, would not have lowered himself like that.
He was willing to regard himself as a junior, more out of respect for the village chief who had waited for so many years.
Although they had known each other for less than 24 hours and the village chief often said some teasing words to them, he was essentially an elder worthy of respect.
So after Yan's father got up, he let Yan's mother rest for a while and then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
But he found that the village chief had already cooked the porridge.
Seeing him come in, she looked at him with disdain: "How old are you? You didn't get up earlier than an old man like me."
Father Yan: "...I'm in my fifties and about to turn sixty. In case you don't know, normal humans are old at this age. It's time to retire around sixty."
Father Yan added in his mind: "My son is only eighteen. When he's active, any dog that passes by gets slapped twice, but that doesn't stop him from staying in bed."
The village chief waved his hand and said, "Go and call your wife to eat. After that, we'll go to school."
What else could Yan's father do? He could only agree obediently.
When Yan's father and mother came out after washing up, they saw Fatty coming from somewhere, sitting obediently on his little stool, holding a small wooden bowl and drinking.
"Good morning, Pangpang." Yan's mother greeted him gently.
Fatty remained unmoved and concentrated on drinking porridge from the small bowl.
Father Yan was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Fatty?"
Fatty moved the small wooden bowl away from his mouth, blinked his eyes, and called out obediently, "Uncle."
Mother Yan: “…”
So from now on you will really be called Fatty?
"Eat." The village chief knocked on the table, and Yan's father and mother sat in the seats that were obviously reserved for them.
"Those bodyguards of yours should not follow us today. There are old and young people in the village, so there won't be any danger. Don't scare the children anymore."
Father Yan agreed: "Okay."
Mother Yan said politely, "It's better to take one with you. He can run errands when needed."
The key is not to bring any of them. She feels that her youngest son will give them a safety education class when they return.
Oh, what a sweet trouble.
The village chief hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
It’s called breakfast, but it’s actually just a bowl of porridge.
Although the Yan family was not a very extravagant family, there was never a time when their breakfast was so simple.
But it was not difficult for Yan's parents to accept it. After all, when they rescued small animals, they were usually not in developed cities, and it was common for them to have a monotonous diet.
After dinner, a group of burly bodyguards who were left behind by the boss took over the job of washing dishes in a frustrated manner.
Father Yan: “…”
The boss was speechless, but the bodyguard also felt innocent. After all, no one wants to write in his work report that he did nothing today!
Mr. Yan wondered if there were only four bowls in total, would they have enough to share?
The village chief did not have such concerns as him. He just looked at Yan's father with disgust and picked up the fat man who was standing on the stool waiting with his hand stretched out.
Yan's mother thought the village chief would pick him up, but the village chief just put his arms around the fat boy's belly and let him hang on his arm.
Seeing Pangdun skillfully adjust himself to a comfortable position and then let his limbs hang down as if they had no bones, motionless like a chubby doll, Yan's mother knew that this method of transportation was obviously not the first time.
Mother Yan: “…”
Village chief: "Let's go."
Father Yan's words, "Do you despise me so much?" were stuck in his throat again.
Seeing her husband's depression, Yan's mother patted his hand comfortingly.
But what needs to be inspected still needs to be inspected, as Yanfu has rich experience in field inspection projects.
Then he realized that this place was more like a private school than a primary school.
There is only one teacher here, the village chief himself.
The students were not arranged according to grades one, two, and three, but were roughly divided into three classes according to their age groups.
During a break, Yan's father said to the village chief, "The private school model is no longer suitable for the current situation. We need a proper school that can prepare them for university entrance exams."
The village chief nodded, agreeing with him.
He was now half lying on a rocking chair under a big tree in the yard to rest.
Father Yan was a little surprised at first, wondering why he didn't dislike him this time.
Yan's mother realized something was wrong faster than he did.
She asked softly, tentatively: "Are you feeling unwell?"
The village chief didn't answer: "Let your youngest son come to see me."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
"Grandpa Village Chief, Grandpa Village Chief." The chattering voices of children came from the classroom.
After hearing no response for a long time, they swarmed out of the classroom and surrounded the village chief.
Mai Mai pushed away several people who were taller and stronger than her, and reached out her hand to skillfully probe under the village chief's nose.
Then he was grabbed by the village chief, who laughed and said, "Grandpa lied to you, hahahaha."
The village chief laughed cheerfully, and the children seemed relieved, but Yan's parents felt depressed.
Considering what the village chief said yesterday, that he was about to die, they really couldn't treat this as a joke.
Yan's father and mother looked at each other, and Yan's father said, "Let Xianjue come over."
Mother Yan moved her lips a few times, but in the end she did not refuse.
But she didn't tell Yan Xianjue directly because it would be too abrupt.
She sent the message to Yan Yian.
As soon as Yan Yian received the information, he asked someone to apply for a temporary route so that Yan Xianjue could meet up with him.
The special assistant was responsible for the front part of the work, while Yan Yian handed the back part over to Yan Shan.
Yan Xianjue was pulled out of bed by his second sister with a confused look on his face: "No, second sister, then why don't you go?"
The reason Yan Shan gave Yan Xianjue was: "A distant relative is about to die."
Yan Shan said confidently, "I don't know him."
Yan Xianjue couldn't believe it: "I just knew him?"
Yan Shan gave him a look, and Yan Xianjue reluctantly got up from the bed.
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