"It has always been said that you can cut your long hair short when you get married. Is that true?" Yan Lanting has always known that there are many secrets between his father and his eldest nephew that are hidden from them. The brothers have also investigated carefully and found out a lot.
But there are more secrets that cannot be uncovered.
Who wants them to be just ordinary people?
Yan Xin laughed at himself, "You've seen so many portraits of Yan's ancestors. Are there any with short hair?"
"People with short hair are not qualified to be in the family tree portrait." Yan Lanting blurted out.
The portrait of the long-tailed swallow is of course long-haired.
"So..." Yan Xin's unfinished words were already obvious.
Yan Lanting's eyes were filled with confusion, and no one knew what he was thinking. The two of them stood silently in the snow. After a long time, as the sky brightened and people began to walk in the alley, Yan Lanting finally said, "Axin, can't your father control you now?"
They were supposed to celebrate the Spring Festival at home before returning to the mainland, but Yan Xin wanted to come back, and of course, the family wouldn't let her. The most authoritative old man also spoke, and they thought no one would dare to disobey him.
But unexpectedly, Yan Xin didn't listen at all and just left.
The old man was very angry.
It was a small matter, but it revealed a different meaning. No one dared to challenge the old man's power and his unwavering dominance over the years. Anyone who dared to cross him didn't live long.
But this time, it was the old man's most beloved eldest grandson who did not give him face.
The Yan Lanting brothers communicated secretly for a long time and came to the conclusion that the old man could no longer control Asin.
Yan Xin didn't answer.
"Let's go! Someone's watching us!" They'd think they were perverts. "If you can't bear to let go, why are you arguing with your girlfriend? Women need to be coaxed, and you're no match for me, your uncle, in this respect."
"What is love?" Yan Xin asked suddenly.
Yan Lanting hesitated for a second, "Go to bed?"
Yan Xin gave him a disdainful look and turned away.
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About 200 kilometers southwest of Beijing, there is a scenic spot with beautiful mountains and rivers called Du'an Mountain. There are several large temples on the top of the mountain, and there are also places for pilgrims and people who practice asceticism with hair to live in.
There is also a Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. Unfortunately, it was destroyed by villagers at the foot of the mountain more than ten years ago and has been abandoned and has not been rebuilt until now.
The temple on the top of the mountain has been well preserved.
This place is not very famous nationwide, but it also has its own unique features.
It was cold and snowing heavily on the mountaintop, and the path to the summit had long been covered in snow, making it impossible to climb. A young monk in the temple shivered and wanted to go sweep the snow, but seeing that it was too heavy, sweeping it was useless, so he lazily stayed in the gatehouse, warming himself by the fire.
Just then, the little monk saw a man standing there. He didn't know how long the man had been standing there, and he almost looked like a snowman.
The little monk ran over quickly, looking at the man with his bright eyes, "Donor, are you here to burn incense?"
He Zongyan replied, "I'm here to look for Jingyun, who is practicing Buddhism here." As he spoke, his sharp eyebrows raised an arc of dissatisfaction, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at the little monk was mixed with murderous intent.
The young monk dodged backward in fear, then remembered what had happened. He had heard his master say in the middle of the night that a stranger had come to see Jingyun, who lived in the nunnery next door. Over the years, someone had often come to Jingyun with gifts, all sorts of rare things he had never seen before.
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