"Okay." Yan Xianjue agreed one by one.
Xiaoyaozi: "Is there anything else you want to know?"
Yan Xianjue opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
He wanted to know too much.
He wanted to ask his grandfather how much he knew.
Does grandpa know that he came from the past?
If he knew, would his grandfather's love for him come from this?
But he soon felt that this question was meaningless now.
Even if he knew, what could he do? Could he still go downstairs and fight with his grandfather?
At least those memories cannot be faked.
Yan Xianjue is now like an ostrich, refusing to have those memories filtered through the lens of childhood broken.
He shook his head.
Xiaoyaozi smiled: "Your eyes don't seem to say that."
When Yan Xianjue wanted to refute, he said: "You are not even a fraction of my age. I can still see what you are thinking. According to seniority, you can just call me grandpa."
He admitted to Yan Xianjue's speechless gaze, "In the beginning, when you were born, he was indeed happy that you, a person who was not destined to appear, appeared."
"And when I learned that you were in poor health, I came to me and tried to keep you with the combined efforts of science and metaphysics."
“He succeeded.”
"But he also paid a price for it, so don't blame him."
Yan Xianjue puffed up his face in dissatisfaction, just like when he was a child facing his grandfather: "I don't have any."
"Okay, okay, if you say no, then no."
Xiaoyaozi was not surprised by his behavior. He was just a child. He had raised so many children. Couldn't he tell whether he was being stubborn or not?
Yan Xianjue changed his posture again, resting his elbows on the edge of the rocking chair and supporting his chin with one hand: "Why me?"
This was the first time Yan Xianjue mentioned his past life to others.
This was his biggest secret, and he never told it to even his most trusted family members.
But in Xiaoyaozi's tolerant eyes, Yan Xianjue no longer wanted to hide it: "But why me?"
He was puzzled and said, "Although I'm an orphan, which satisfies the premise of a time-travel novel, I know myself well. In both of my past lives, I'm not particularly smart or talented. I'm just an ordinary person you can find on the street. There are many people who are better than me."
"Why me? Was this a random choice?"
Xiaoyaozi burst into laughter. Listening to his full-bodied voice, Yan Xianjue began to doubt the credibility of his statement that he was about to die.
Xiaoyaozi finished laughing and tapped his forehead with a finger: "Do you think traveling through time and space is easy?"
He shook his head: "It's you, it can only be you."
"I told you, you are the most important person."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
"Stop telling riddles when you're almost dead!"
Xiaoyaozi: "I've already told you everything I can say. You have to unlock the other locks yourself."
"Don't let your grandfather down."
After saying this, Xiaoyaozi stopped talking altogether.
Okay, Yan Xianjue shrugged.
He stayed in this position and waited quietly for the other person to die.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours passed.
Yan Xianjue felt a little drowsy.
He touched his flat belly.
"Well, if you're not ready to die right now, let's go eat something." Yan Xianjue suggested sincerely.
"My dad cooks pretty well, we can let him cook."
Xiaoyaozi opened his eyes, looked at him deeply, and then spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Four years."
Yan Xianjue hurriedly took off the towel from his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't wipe it clean.
Xiaoyaozi held his hand, preventing him from moving, and repeated, "Four years, over."
Yan Xianjue nodded quickly: "I understand. Four years. I'll remember it."
Xiaoyaozi wanted to explain it more clearly, but when he tried to open his mouth, he could only say, "This is the last chance."
Yan Xianjue felt heavy in his heart, he already had a very bad guess.
"I get it," he promised. "I don't know why it's me, but if it's my job to end this, to restore order to this world of heroes and drama, I promise I won't shirk my responsibility."
After hearing this, Xiaoyaozi smiled with relief and slowly loosened his grip on Yan Xianjue's wrist.
Yan Xianjue's eyes reddened and he shouted, "Grandpa!"
After hearing Yan Xianjue's voice, the Yan family had nothing to understand.
When Yan's mother stood up, she staggered and Yan Yian supported her.
"mom……"
Mother Yan interrupted him and shook her head: "I'm fine, I'll go see Xianjue."
Yan Yian nodded.
When they walked up to Yan Xianjue, they found that he was already in tears.
Mother Yan squatted down and hugged her little son, who was rarely so emotional. "Be good, mommy is here."
Yan Xianjue buried his head in the crook of his mother's shoulder. Although he was already eighteen years old, he didn't look mature at all. He muttered softly, "Mom and Dad are so mean. They tricked me into going on this trip and made me so sad."
"Yes, yes, it's all your father's fault."
Yan's father, who heard this, was about to speak but stopped talking.
"Grandpa is so mean! He's been dead for so many years, but he still comes out to show off his presence."
"Yes, yes, yes. Next time you burn paper for your grandfather, burn the yellow peach monster that he hates the most."
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