Yan Xianjue didn't mind that his thoughts were eavesdropped on.
But unlike what the Yan family thought, what Yan Xianjue cared about was not the invasion of his privacy, but the fact that before he completely integrated the memories of another life, he had been howling in his heart because of the plot.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Just thinking about how everyone heard all these words, Yan Xianjue wanted to immediately ask someone to buy him a ticket to Mars.
Standing tickets are also available.
"What is this?"
"Is this the aftereffect of traveling through time and space?" Yan Xianjue buried half of his head in the quilt, and his voice was light and vague when he talked to himself.
After a moment, he rolled over and sat up from the bed.
After tossing and turning in bed for a long time and unable to fall asleep, Yan Xianjue decided to do some exercise to burn off his abundant energy.
Once he has a plan, Yan Xianjue's motivation to act will become very high.
Just a few minutes later, when he appeared by the swimming pool, he met an unexpected person.
"Brother?" Yan Xianjue hesitated.
Yan Yian turned his head to glance at him and replied calmly, "Yeah."
Only then did Yan Xianjue see clearly that Yan Yian was holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand.
He always knew that Yan Yian smoked, but he just rarely smoked at home.
He walked closer and noticed that although Yan Yian was wearing a bathrobe, water was still dripping from his hair, obviously he had just come out of a swim.
When Yan Xianjue passed by the shelf where items were placed, he took out a towel from it and handed it over.
Yan Yian was a little surprised, but he cooperated by putting out the unburned cigarette and reaching out to take the towel to wipe his hair.
He asked softly, "Can't sleep?"
Yan Xianjue, who had originally wanted to change seats and go swimming after handing out the towel, paused and stopped where he was: "A little bit."
Yan Yian may not have noticed Yan Xianjue's actions, or he may have deliberately ignored them.
He pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit."
Yan Xianjue hesitated for a moment, but finally put on a bathrobe and sat down.
In fact, when Yan Xianjue was a child, it was often Yan's mother or Yan Wan who was responsible for having heart-to-heart talks.
This is actually easy to understand.
There is no need to talk about Yan Ci. When he and Yan Xianjue get together, the Yan family has to worry about the safety of others first.
Mr. Yan could never handle any of his children.
So when Yan's mother was educating her children, he was only responsible for standing on the same side as Yan's mother and agreeing with whatever Yan's mother said.
Yan Shan may not look obvious, but she is the one in the family who indulges Yan Xianjue the most.
Even if Yan Xianjue told her that he wanted to go to Mars, Yan Shan would look like it was no big deal, then tell him a bunch of physics knowledge that he couldn't understand, and finally tell him how many years it would take for his wish to come true.
But if he said the same thing to Yan Yian, Yan Yian would just ask him how much money he wanted.
"Is your pocket money enough?"
Yan Yian’s voice rang out in sync with Yan Xianjue’s inner thoughts.
Yan Xianjue didn't react for a moment, he even suspected that he was hallucinating.
How come, now his inner voice can not only be heard by others, but also has its own echo?
But he soon realized that it was not him who had the echo, but Yan Yian just said a line that fits the stereotype.
Yan Xianjue complained speechlessly: "Brother, sometimes you don't have to be so cooperative."
"Hmm?" Yan Yian raised his head somewhat confusedly, wiped his hair half dry, and threw the towel aside.
From this we can see that Yan Xianjue's habit of always rubbing his hair half-dry is not just his own problem, but his older brother has not set a good example.
After shaking the pot a little, Yan Xianjue decisively ended the conversation and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box.
Before lighting it, he gave Yan Yian a gesture of respect and silently asked him, "Is it okay?"
Yan Yian: “…”
If Yan Xianjue had not lit the cigarette without waiting for his response, he might have felt more respected.
As for now, I can only say that I respect it, but not completely respect it.
He shook his head helplessly and lit another cigarette himself: "When did you learn to smoke?"
In fact, rather than saying that he was smoking, Yan Yian would rather say that he was playing with something, except that the toy was a cigarette.
Yan Xianjue rarely holds a cigarette in his lips. He prefers to curiously observe the flickering sparks and smoke swirling around his fingertips after lighting it.
Yan Xianjue tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I don't remember."
Anyway, I didn't learn this in another world. Cigarettes are a luxury for a child in an orphanage.
Yan Yian seemed to have thought of this as well and nodded: "That's what I learned from Yan Ci."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Yan Xianjue suddenly showed an expression that was difficult to describe.
He looked at Yan Yian deeply, deeply.
I always feel that no matter whether he explains or not, Yan Yian seems to have decided to put the blame on Yan Ci.
Yan Xianjue thought without any psychological burden, so if that was the case, there was no need for him to waste his breath.
(Yanci, who is sleeping in the bedroom: A-choo)
Yan Xianjue seemed to have forgotten the previous embarrassment at this moment, and asked curiously: "Brother, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Yan Yian glanced at him and said, "Just like you, I can't sleep for a while."
Yan Xianjue said firmly, "Are you thinking about your uncle and aunt?"
Yan Yian shook off the ash from his cigarette, shook his head, and then nodded: "Actually, I don't remember much about them."
He looked carefully at Yan Xianjue's expression, and seemed to be relieved after confirming that there was only curiosity and not a trace of guilt.
He really couldn't bear to see Yan Xianjue's expression in the afternoon, as if he was convinced that he was the sinner of the Yan family.
Yan Yian paused, and seeing Yan Xianjue's expression as if he wanted to eat some melon, he said with a mixture of anger and amusement, "They and my parents are two completely different types of parents."
"Career-oriented, just like most parents you've met in your circle."
As for Yan's father and mother, no matter how busy they were at work, they never missed any of their children's parent-teacher meetings.
Even if there is a family doctor at home, when the child is sick, they always just leave the child to the doctor.
Of course, Yan Yian was not complaining about his biological parents when he said this. He himself inherited this character, and Yan Xianjue had complained about it more than once.
"We only see each other a few times throughout the year."
There are less than five scenes that Yan Yian can recall from his memory.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. Suddenly he laughed and said, "I'm a little embarrassed to say this. But before my father told me on the day I came of age, I had even forgotten that I had another set of parents."
He tried really hard to recall, but he only had fragments of memory.
He turned his head and looked at Yan Xianjue, who had put away the smile on his face, and asked, "So, can you tell me who was the murderer of that car accident?"
"I've investigated, it's not the Lin family."
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