"Good morning, brother."
Yan Yian nodded and saw the sword in his hand: "Come and practice swordplay?"
Yan Xianjue nodded and shook the sword manual in his hand: "Verify whether what Grandpa drew is true."
Yan Yian: “…”
Apart from anything else, just consider his understanding of Yan Xianjue.
If Yan Xianjue learned it, he would probably think, "I'm really awesome."
If he doesn't learn it, he will definitely say, "Grandpa's paintings are not realistic at all!"
Yan Yian: “…”
For the sake of his grandfather's reputation, Yan Yian spoke up: "When you first start learning, it's better to use a wooden sword. Be careful not to hurt yourself with a sharp sword."
Yan Xianjue thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.
He casually sat cross-legged next to Yan Yian, then placed the sword horizontally on the table.
He opened the sword manual and started reading.
【What the hell is this, Grandpa drawing?】
Yan Yian: “…”
Let him just say it.
Yan Yian thought about it seriously, and then decided to do it himself.
"I'll teach you."
Yan Xianjue was genuinely shocked: "Brother, can you use a sword?"
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian said sincerely, "I am Grandpa's eldest grandson."
In other words, when his grandfather was training him as the heir, Yan Xianjue was not yet born.
Yan Xianjue and Yan Ci were both taught how to fight by Uncle Lu, and he was taught personally by his grandfather.
Yan Xianjue smiled bitterly: "That's true."
It’s not that he thinks his grandfather is partial, but Yan Yian’s calm temperament makes it impossible for him to imagine doing it himself.
Sometimes he felt that his elder brother was like a sculpture sitting in the office.
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian analyzed very seriously the feasibility of taking this opportunity to reasonably beat up this little bastard who dared to tease him in front of him.
But he quickly gave up the idea, for no other reason than that the whole family was at home today, and Yan Xianjue would complain.
Yan Yian regretfully gave up this idea which might only be supported by Yan Ci.
As we all know, Yan Ci's support is almost equivalent to no support.
He took another sip of water, stood up and drew two wooden swords from the side.
He threw it to Yan Xianjue who also stood up after him, and then began to demonstrate.
Yan Xianjue's pupils trembled and he was greatly shocked.
After Yan Yian stopped talking, Yan Xianjue said firmly, "I want to learn this!"
Yan Yian always felt that this sentence sounded familiar.
But at least this time it's not the line "I want to know all the information about this person in three minutes."
Yan Yian found that he actually felt a little relieved, just like the sick child in his family who finally decided to turn over a new leaf.
He felt that Yan Xianjue had over-PUA'd him, he thought to himself.
Then he personally taught Yan Xianjue how to stand and how to hold the sword.
When Yan Xianjue was distracted, he remembered his suspicion of his elder brother yesterday.
He asked bluntly, "Brother, why did you suddenly think of installing surveillance cameras in the research institute?"
Yan Yian had already thought of an excuse before going to bed yesterday.
He casually patted Yan Xianjue's slack arm, reminding him to straighten it, and then said, "I went to a meeting about confidentiality in technical research a while ago, and I felt it was necessary after I came back. And since I didn't have much money, I just installed it."
After he said that, he noticed the change in Yan Xianjue's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Then he discovered that Yan Xianjue actually believed it.
Yan Yian: “…”
Sure enough, mom is the one who knows Yan Xianjue’s character best in the family.
He didn't lie. If Yan Xianjue really checked, he would find that there was indeed a record of his attendance at this meeting on his schedule.
Yan Yian never tells lies that can be seen through at a glance.
Except in front of his father, in front of his father, he usually just cooperates with Yan Wan.
The two were about to discuss it for a while when Yan Xianjue's cell phone on the table rang.
Yan Xianjue was a little surprised: "Mom?"
Mother Yan said across from her, trying not to laugh: "I just received your package, do you want to come down and take a look?"
Apparently, they also heard Yan Xianjue muttering in his heart yesterday about what gift Shen Fangli had given.
Now the whole family is waiting to watch the fun.
Yan Xianjue: "I'll be right down! Mom, don't help me take it down! Tell my second brother not to take it down either!"
"Okay, okay." Mother Yan agreed readily.
When Yan Xianjue and Yan Yian went downstairs one after another, Yan Xianjue always felt that the atmosphere at home was weird.
But he couldn't figure out what went wrong.
Yan Xianjue always stopped thinking about things until he figured them out. He looked at the paper box placed neatly on the coffee table.
The length and width are about the same size as Yan Xianjue's palm.
Yan Xianjue was just about to go find a pair of scissors when he saw Yan Ci handing them over.
Yan Xianjue took the scissors and was about to slide them open when he paused. Looking up, he saw his family members craning their necks to see what was inside.
Yan Xianjue asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Yan Ci jokingly teased: "Is it a small gift from your sister-in-law?"
Yan Xianjue was shocked: "How did you know?"
Yan Ci rolled his eyes: "Come on, when you were a kid, your bottle would fall over and you would ask me to pick it up for you. You are so proactive and only then did you deliver it. It would be strange if there is no trick."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue sometimes feels that being the youngest in the family is not a good thing. Everyone knows about his dark history as a child, and they have to bring it up to public attention from time to time.
He forced out a threatening smile: "Second brother, I remember there was a girl named Xue in elementary school..."
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