"fine."

At the school gate, watching Li Yinghui leave, Yan Chengye turned around and asked calmly, "Uncle Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Chengye looked a little excited, but he didn't know where to start. "Xiao Yan, there is someone who wants to see you. That person is your uncle."

“…”

Shi Yan's life experience was no secret in the entire Qingfeng. His parents died early and he had no grandparents. The young him was taken in by his grandmother Song Zhen to be raised, but in the second year, Song Zhen also died of illness.

Song Zhen once served as the vice principal of Qingfeng. She is a recognized outstanding woman. After graduating from university, she went to teach in the impoverished mountainous areas for six years. After returning, she worked in Qingfeng. She was selected as an outstanding teacher for several consecutive years. Later, she was elected as the vice principal of Qingfeng No. 1 Middle School.

In the eyes of outsiders, Vice Principal Song Zhen is fair, reasonable and well-loved. However, despite her excellence, she is always alone and refuses any advances from the opposite sex.

Just when everyone thought she was a single woman, she, now with gray hair and close to retirement, appeared in front of everyone with a 10-year-old boy with a delicate appearance, and introduced him as follows: "This is my grandson."

Everyone was shocked. It turned out that Principal Song had a daughter who was being taken care of by her parents in another city.

In the afternoon.

The cafe is always deserted on weekdays, with only one table of four people sitting by the transparent glass window.

"Your name is Shi Yan, right?"

Although the man across the table has entered middle age, it is still not difficult to see that his face has been worn down by time. He must have been handsome when he was young.

He was dressed appropriately, his hair was combed neatly with hair oil, he looked like a gentleman no matter how you looked at him, and the look he gave Shi Yan was truly like that of an elder looking at a younger person.

"My name is Zeng Huaihe, and I'm your mother's brother, which means I'm your uncle."

The man smiled apologetically: "Please forgive me for coming to you so rashly. It may cause you discomfort, but I can't wait to meet you first."

"My father, your grandfather, and your grandmother met when they were teaching in the mountains. They were both teachers, and they developed feelings for each other as they spent more time together, and got married." The man began to introduce the past.

"Later, my father felt that teaching was too hard and wanted to take your grandmother back to the city to settle down. Your grandmother insisted on staying behind, and the two had several serious quarrels because of this. In the end, they parted ways unhappily. At that time, your grandmother was already pregnant with your mother and me, a boy and a girl. In the first week after we were born, the two of them went through the divorce procedures."

"Your grandmother took your mother away, and my father took me back to his own city. We never met again."

"This is the birth certificate from the hospital at that time. You can take a look at it—"

As he spoke, Zeng Huaihe opened the folder at hand and took out a green-bordered certificate that looked a bit old and had a big red stamp on the lower left corner of the paper.

After pushing it across the table, he continued to take out a divorce certificate belonging to his father and many supporting documents from the folder, and then waited for Shi Yan's reaction.

But soon he was stunned because Shi Yan didn't react at all.

The boy with a cold face didn't even look at the supporting documents. He sat at the table and said in a calm voice like a deep pool covered with a thin layer of ice: "Do you want to talk to me about something?"

Zeng Huaihe's expression froze.

"Xiao Yan," Yan Chengye beside him quickly tried to smooth things over. He smiled and explained to Zeng Huaihe, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zeng. Xiao Yan is usually a quiet child and doesn't like to get close to others. You are the child's uncle, so please bear with me."

There was a reason why Yan Chengye was so attentive to Shi Yan. Shi Yan's grandmother, Vice Principal Song, was once Yan Chengye's teacher. When Yan Chengye was a child, his family was very poor and he couldn't even afford to go to school. One time, Song Zhen happened to meet Yan Chengye moving bricks in a brick factory while going to the countryside. After learning about his family's situation, she funded Yan Chengye's education without hesitation.

Now Yan Chengye can have a decent livelihood in the city, which is inseparable from the help of Song Zhen. Song Zhen is his mentor in academic and life. He regards Song Zhen as his respected elder, so naturally he also cares for Song Zhen's grandson Shi Yan. After Song Zhen passed away, he has been doing his best to find ways to take care of Shi Yan.

Shi Yan is alone, and his future life will always be more difficult than that of ordinary children. It is with great difficulty that he finds out that his uncle is still alive.

Moreover, Yan Chengye had carefully observed and tested Mr. Zeng beforehand and found that he was well-dressed, drove an expensive car, and had a decent job.

If Xiaoyan had such an uncle, he wouldn't have to live such a lonely and hard life.

Zeng Huaihe smiled generously: "It's okay, I can understand. After all, this is the first time I and... Xiaoyan have met. It's normal that he is not familiar with me."

He looked at Shi Yan again, his eyes gentle: "Xiao Yan, uncle has no other intentions, it's just that I found out that I have a nephew, so I couldn't help but want to come and see you. Uncle, please treat you to a meal, okay?"

Yan Chengye was relieved to see that the man was so reasonable. In order to let the uncle and nephew develop feelings as quickly as possible, he was about to speak up on behalf of Shi Yan.

"Just be frank." Shi Yan had a blank expression on his face. "I have to go to class every day and work part-time on weekends. After this, I won't have any free time to cooperate with you like I do now."

"Xiao Yan, what nonsense are you talking about--" Yan Chengye became anxious.

However, Zeng Huaihe on the opposite side changed his expression again and again after hearing Shi Yan's words. The moment he met the young man's cold gaze, he actually felt that he had nowhere to hide.

There was a strange silence for a few seconds.

The man probably knew that the boy was not the kind of child he thought he could easily fool. He let out a breath, shrugged and spread his hands:

"Okay, I also think it's a waste of time for me to beat around the bush like this. I do have something to talk to you about."

The man even changed his tone. When he looked at Shi Yan, his originally gentle eyes revealed a hint of shrewdness.

"My biological mother, Ms. Song Zhen, left you a house. As far as I know, she didn't make a will before she died stating that the house would only be inherited by you."

"So that means, according to inheritance law, the house should belong to your mother and me half each."

"Your mother is gone, you inherit her half, and the other half belongs to me."