Seeing that it had become obedient, An Ci looked at An Yiyao and his group.
One, two, three, four...
In addition to An Yiyao and the other two, there are four new faces.
An Ci's mind flashed with the image of seven people in front of him doing morning exercises in the wind and rain. It was as if he saw his former self, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at them.
Poor kid.
Rolling from day to night, all the joy of childhood is gone.
Among so many children from the side branches, only seven of them could be sent here to study. In the future, there is a high probability that they will be the ones to inherit the family business.
Maybe she could choose one of them to be her heir. After all, they also have some An family blood. When the other person grows up and becomes successful, she can let go and live her carefree life.
She's so smart, she has such a broad mind.
An Ci raised his head, looking at An Yiyao and the others with bright eyes, and said in a soft but loud voice, "Brother Yao, do you want to play together?"
The word "Brother Yao" made An Yiyao stunned.
Although he is the oldest among the seven, he is only one year younger than his younger brother. Except for his younger brother who calls him brother, everyone else calls him by his name.
Only she called him Brother Yao.
Putting aside their age, with her status, even calling him by his full name would be no problem, but she didn't, and even...
Touching the child's delicate peach blossom eyes, the bottom of her eyes were as clear as a pool of water, making it easy for people to let down their guard against her. An Yiyao was a little at a loss for a moment.
He lowered his head, "Well, what are you playing?"
An Yiheng came back to his senses and interrupted, "Brother, let's go eat quickly. We have evening classes later." He looked at An Ci with a hint of hostility, as if he was afraid that she would compete with him for the position of eldest brother.
An Ci glanced at him. He was still a little kid, his thoughts were written all over his face.
childish.
At this moment, An Ci completely forgot that she was also a little kid, and even younger than An Yiheng.
Looking at the child's soft little face, An Yiyao unconsciously lowered his voice, "Little Master, we have evening classes later. Can I play with you another day?"
Are there still evening classes?
Is it so miserable?
An Ci silently sympathized with them for a second, then nodded, "Okay."
An Yiyao smiled slightly and felt that the child in front of him was more and more likable. He was not unreasonable and was polite.
"Let's go." An Yiheng urged.
An Yiyao looked helpless. It was he who suggested coming here, and now he was the one who was in a hurry to leave.
When will he give people some peace of mind?
Because there will be evening classes later, no one dares to delay. After all, there is a penalty for being late.
An Jianwen was walking at the end, and he stopped when he passed An Ci.
He asked gently, "It's getting dark, young master, aren't you going back?"
A gust of wind blew by, and An Ci pursed his nose, and a faint smell of medicine that was barely noticeable hit him in the face.
It's... Broken Heart.
Her pupils trembled slightly, and she raised her head, looking at the boy in front of her calmly.
He is tall, with a cold white complexion, and his gentle eyes and brows contain a melancholy and vicissitudes that do not belong to his age. He is in a very depressed state.
But he disguised himself well and always had a smiling face in front of outsiders.
"We're going back." An Ci narrowed his gaze, "Brother, what's your name?"
Although the scent of Broken Heart Powder on him was very faint, there was no way she could have been mistaken.
"My name is An Jianwen," he said.
An Jianwen?
An Ci felt that this sounded familiar. Aunt Hong seemed to have mentioned it to her before. A light bulb went off in her head and she exclaimed, "Is the Second Elder your grandfather?"
Aunt Hong mentioned the names of the seven of them to her once or twice, but she was busy eating and didn't pay much attention.
An Jianwen nodded.
"It's time for dinner. Let me treat you to a meal." An Ci rolled his eyes and invited with a smile.
An Jianwen was stunned. "Huh?"
Without giving him a chance to think, An Ci grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
"Fugui, go back and eat."
When he heard the word "eat", Fugui was more enthusiastic than anyone else and ran ahead.
An Jianwen was bewildered. He lowered his eyes and looked at the child who was pulling him away, feeling inexplicably at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Young Master, thank you for your kindness. I'll just go to the cafeteria to eat..."
Before he could finish his words, An Ci suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.
"Xiao Ci doesn't want to eat alone." Her eyes gradually turned red and her voice was muffled.
Seeing her look like she was about to turn emo at any moment, An Jianwen couldn't bear it anymore.
Indeed, she is only a three-year-old child. She must not be used to coming here after leaving her parents. In addition, the head of the family is busy with work and probably cannot accompany her all the time. At night, the child will inevitably feel sad and want someone to accompany her.
He bent down and coaxed her, "Don't cry, I'll have dinner with you, okay?"
An Ci's face lit up with a smile, "Well, thank you, Brother Wen."
An Jianwen, “…”
Didn't her mood change so quickly?
But she called him Brother Wen.
An Jianwen felt mixed emotions, and suddenly he could understand An Yiyao's feelings when he was called Brother Yao just now.
It feels pretty good.
He curled his lips and let her pull him away.
…
The other side.
An Yiyao and his group came to the cafeteria. An Yiheng was about to get a drink when he realized that one person was missing.
"Where's Jianwen? Where did he go?"
The others looked at each other.
"I don't know. He seemed to be walking at the end just now."
"Did you go to the bathroom?"
"You guys eat first, I'll go to the bathroom." After saying that, An Yiyao turned and left.
"Oh, it's really inconvenient. It would be great if I could bring my cell phone." An Yiheng complained.
"What a lousy rule! You're not allowed to bring your phone to class."
"Okay, stop whining and eat," one of the girls said. "We have a lot of homework to do tonight."
When the word "homework" was mentioned, everyone else looked a little tired and lost their appetite for food.
…
In the dining room.
An Jianwen held the chopsticks and looked at the little kid sitting opposite him who was concentrating on eating, and found it inexplicably funny.
The child has such a good appetite, almost catching up with Yiheng.
Noticing his gaze, An Ci raised his head and swallowed the food in his mouth, "How can you feel full just by watching me eat?" Then he pushed a plate of braised pork ribs in front of him.
"eat."
An Jianwen silently curled the corners of his lips and picked up a piece of pork ribs to eat.
Aunt Hong brought two bowls of soup and placed one in front of each of them.
Seeing that An Jianwen had barely eaten anything, Aunt Hong asked gently, "Master Jianwen, why are you eating so little? How about I ask someone to make you something else?"
An Jianwen thanked him politely and said, "No need, the food is delicious, it's just that I don't eat much."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Hong walked out without saying anything else.
This is the first time the young master has brought people back to dinner, which means he is gradually adapting to life here. Young Master Jianwen has a good personality, and it would be nice if the two of them could become playmates.
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