Uncle Lu was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "Next month it will be exactly thirteen years."
Yan Xianjue calculated in his mind that that was when he was still recovering from his injuries.
His eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes covering all the emotions in his eyes: "Before you come to me."
"With the old man." Uncle Lu answered very straightforwardly, and all of this was clearly visible in his file.
And his files were transferred to Yan Xianjue's hands a long time ago.
The fact that Yan Xianjue asked at this moment only proved that he wanted to ask.
He had no need to hide it.
Yan Xianjue raised his eyes and smiled emotionlessly: "In other words, Uncle Lu knows everything he should and shouldn't know, right?"
Without waiting for Uncle Lu to respond, he asked directly, "How much do you know about my kidnapping?"
Uncle Lu's pupils suddenly contracted for a moment.
Yan Xianjue nodded: "That's it."
"Speak." He crossed his hands under his chin, with his elbows resting on the table, and looked at Uncle Lu leisurely.
Uncle Lu shook his head: "I don't know much."
The voice paused, and under Yan Xianjue's fixed gaze, he said, "I participated in the rescue."
Yan Xianjue nodded.
"We'll investigate afterwards."
"Why haven't I seen it in your mission records?"
Uncle Lu looked up at him.
Yan Xianjue understood from this look that it was naturally erased by his grandfather.
"Oral."
To Yan Xianjue's surprise, Uncle Lu spoke very readily this time, which made him wonder if his grandfather had even explained this before he died. If he guessed right, it would be a bit too outrageous.
"The manager of a branch of Yanshi at the time was fired for embezzling public funds. Mr. Yan didn't hand him over to the police out of courtesy, but only asked him to return the embezzled money."
Yan Xianjue thought he knew what was going to happen next without having to listen any further.
It's nothing more than the other party holding a grudge and waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.
But Yan Xianjue always felt that there seemed to be something missing in the version that Uncle Lu knew.
Looking at the message from Yan Ci asking him when he would be home as usual, he thought for a moment and typed on it: "Brother, are you back from buying ice cream?"
But before pressing the send button, I thought about it and slowly deleted each word.
Forget it, he was afraid that Yan Ci would have a nightmare tonight.
I retyped a line of words: "I'll be back tomorrow."
Yan Ci stared at the three magnified words, his face full of confusion.
When Shen Fangli sent that message, their house was almost like it exploded.
In the end, it was Yan's mother who calmed everyone down.
Finally, everyone was able to sit together and discuss how to confess to Yan Xianjue next.
Yes, they didn’t think about hiding it any further, they just wanted to think about how to hide it so that Yan Xianjue could accept it better.
Yan Ci: "His attitude is whether he remembers it or not."
"If Yan Xianjue really knew, would he miss the opportunity to mock me?" Why is Yan Ci so unconvinced?
Others: “…”
Although what you said seems to make some sense.
However, Yan Xianjue doesn't seem to be so childish every time.
Yan Wan slapped him on the back of the head: "Xianjue is just sensible."
"When he was little, the quarrels and fuss he would make were all about minor things. When he was really upset, he rarely worried his family."
Mother Yan nodded.
She still can't let go of what happened back then.
Father Yan patted Mother Yan's hand, which was twisting the handkerchief, and said soothingly, "Xianjue has always been sensible, and it wasn't you who lost him."
Mother Yan forced a smile and nodded.
"In fact, after all these years, we have been mentally prepared that Xianjue will recover his memory sooner or later."
Father Yan nodded slightly.
Yan Ci, who was sitting next to Yan Wan, said: "..."
What's going on? Why do I feel like someone has stabbed me in the heart?
Did his father punch him from a distance?
Yan's father himself didn't think as much as Yan Ci.
He sighed, looked at his children and said, "If Xianjue asks, tell the truth."
Yan Yian nodded in agreement without much hesitation.
This coincided with his idea.
Yan Wan and Yan Ci had no objections.
They had guessed that this day would come, but when it finally came, they still felt a little complicated.
Yan Xianjue didn’t know as much as they thought.
After replying the message, he asked Uncle Lu to go out first. He sat quietly in the study for a while before going to find Shen Fangli.
Shen Fangli sat cross-legged on the sofa waiting for him. When he lowered his head and approached, she raised her hand and stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.
"Is it tasty?"
Yan Xianjue nodded: "It's delicious."
He could still taste the smell of his kitchen.
Sure enough, the next second, Shen Fangli heard Shen Fangli say: "It's baked in the kitchen. I wanted to bake some cookies after taking a shower, but I found that the kitchen was already prepared, so I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."
Yan Xianjue smiled and also sat down on the sofa: "I just got off a flight, and you don't feel tired at all."
Shen Fangli thought about the days when she had everything provided for her on the plane.
I really didn't expect that she had anything to be tired about.
But since Yan Xianjue said she was tired, then she could be tired.
She dove into the space between Yan Xianjue's shoulder and neck and said, "I just wanted to bake it for you. Do you think my baking is not tasty?"
Yan Xianjue cried out in injustice: "I didn't do that."
He followed Shen Fangli's posture, held her in his arms, and stroked her hair from time to time.
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