Yan Xianjue felt very strange along the way.
Not to mention how a distant relative suddenly appeared, he also couldn't understand his eldest brother's serious expression.
Yan Xianjue: "I remember that our family didn't seem to have that many relatives."
Yan Yian nodded: "But he is a little different."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Okay, we’re already on the plane, and judging from Yan Yian’s expression, there’s nothing more to ask.
Yan Xianjue shut up, and Yan Yian breathed a sigh of relief.
He really didn't know how to answer. The incident happened too suddenly. If possible, he hoped that his parents were wrong.
His grandfather's riddles made him more tired than his work. In addition, the monk suddenly passed away in the police station. Yan Yian really felt that his family needed such a Taoist priest.
But at the same time, he knew very well that his parents would never joke about such a thing.
Their guess is likely to be true.
But even so, Yan Yian still brought the Yan family's medical team.
As soon as the two got off the plane, bodyguards were waiting for them to drive them to school.
Yan Xianjue: "...When parents talk about traveling, do they mean visiting relatives here?"
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian: "Can you leave this question to Mom?"
Yan Xianjue was silent and rolled his eyes.
Even though he did find it strange, he wasn't the type to lose his temper easily.
Especially to an old man who is about to die.
Yan's father and mother witnessed a very unscientific scene. The man who said he had a baby face yesterday quickly changed from a white-haired and youthful face to the appearance of an old man in his seventies or eighties.
As if noticing the surprise on the two men's faces, the village chief smiled and said, "I'm over 120 years old. I think I've taken good care of myself."
Yan's father and mother couldn't laugh at all.
When Yan Xianjue arrived, his mother didn't give him a chance to ask questions and pushed him directly towards the village chief.
The village chief waved his hand and asked them to leave.
Mother Yan nodded, and grabbed Father Yan and Yan Yian, who were reluctant to leave, and retreated to a place far away where they could not hear their conversation.
Father Yan: "But we can hear the voice of Xianjue."
Mother Yan: "The village chief doesn't know! It's already this late, what good will it do to let the old man feel at ease?"
Father Yan stopped talking. He was actually feeling quite complicated.
Yan Yian had a stern face and didn't say a word, but his eyes were always paying attention to the direction where the two people were.
Yan Xianjue did not remain in a stalemate for too long. When the village chief extended his hand, Yan Xianjue squatted down so that his hand could touch his head.
He was so familiar with this action, so familiar that it was almost like a conditioned reflex, because when he was a child, everyone in his family liked to touch his pretty little head like this.
"Foresight."
"Yes, it's me." Yan Xianjue responded.
"Your name is not good. Foresight is not a good thing."
Yan Xianjue said, "I think my name is great. It allows me to sleep more without any hesitation."
The village chief chuckled: "Your personality is very similar to your grandfather's."
"Do you want to go back?"
Yan Xianjue was bewildered: "Where to go back to?"
The village chief didn't say anything, just blinked.
Yan Xianjue's hair stood on end. If he hadn't been squatting, he would have taken a few steps back.
The village chief shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to die soon. What are you afraid of?"
Yan Xianjue calmed himself down and answered firmly, "No, this is my only home."
The Taoist priest nodded to show that he understood.
Yan Xianjue didn't understand. They called him all the way here just to say something so confusing?
He reluctantly said, "What do you know?"
The village chief said: "Whether this world is real or fake depends on your thoughts."
Yan Xianjue: "I don't think I'm that important."
The village chief shook his head: "No, you are important, you are more important than anyone else."
"Foresight."
"Um?"
"This world doesn't need a protagonist. Only when the protagonist disappears will the world return to normal."
At that moment, Yan Xianjue felt the biting cold wind in the scorching summer sun.
He spoke with difficulty: "My grandfather..."
The village chief didn't hide it: "He was tired of the world that was full of weird ideas and pushed him to go in a certain direction."
"Death is just one of his resistance to some unknown existence."
At this moment, Yan Xianjue felt that one of him and the village chief must have gone crazy.
"Why should I believe you? How do I know what you say is true if it's just your dying gibberish?"
Yan Xianjue's voice gradually became higher.
The Yan family, who had been watching over there, noticed it immediately.
After Yan Xianjue finished speaking, he met a pair of calm eyes.
He sat down on the ground dejectedly, not at all like a clean-cut man as usual: "Okay, let's assume what you said is true."
"Did he leave us without any hesitation? Did he no longer like this world, nor us?"
The village chief looked at him tolerantly, as if he was watching a child throwing a tantrum.
"Didn't he leave me this living legacy?"
Yan Xianjue choked, obviously not expecting the village chief to say such words at this time.
The village chief chuckled and said, "I feel it is necessary to introduce myself so that you won't be confused about what to write when you help me with my funeral."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue: "What is your relationship with my grandfather?"
Those who make such regional jokes before dying, don’t let them be twins.
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