That's a picture of the back.

In the photo, the girl is sitting with her back to a black piano. She is wearing a pure white silk skirt with pleats like flower stamens. Her jet-black hair is tied up with a hairband into a childish flower bud. Her slender back is straight, and her exposed shoulder blades are as beautiful as jade.

From this angle, there must have been someone standing behind her who took this photo.

Shi Yan lowered his eyelashes, glanced at them, and hung up the voice call.

* Morning, Yan's family.

Yan Qingyue is a well-behaved girl in the eyes of her parents and teachers. She never causes any trouble for them, whether in life or study.

It was now six fifty. She had already packed her schoolbag, tied her hair, put on her school uniform, and was sitting at the dining table eating rice porridge.

Just took two sips.

"Qingyue, Dad remembers that you mentioned to Dad before that there are exchange students from a private school in Qingfeng?"

Yan Chengye didn't sleep well the whole night, and he looked obviously tired. It was understandable. How could he sleep well if he was always worried about something? He was even absent-minded when eating breakfast.

"Yes."

Yan Chengye asked his daughter again: "Is there an exchange student, a girl, in your Class 1? Also, is this girl's family very rich?"

Hearing this, Yan Qingyue was stunned and slightly surprised: "Dad, how do you know?"

Yan Chengye: "Oh, I asked Xiaoqin's father yesterday and found out."

Xiaoqin's family is a neighbor who lives downstairs from the Yan family. Xiaoqin and Yan Qingyue are in the same grade, Class 2 next door. She has a lively personality and will tell her parents at home about anything that happens at school.

Especially during the few days when exchange student Tengya came to Qingfeng, he said almost every day that he envied the exchange student in Class 1, and said how beautiful the new classmate was and how she drove a luxury car in and out of the campus every day.

"Why are you asking this?" Yan Qingyue pinched the spoon with her fingers. Compared with this matter, she was more concerned about another matter. She pursed her lips and said, "Dad, what did you do when you took Shi Yan away from school yesterday? Shi Yan didn't even go to the evening self-study class."

She actually wanted to ask Yan Chengye when she got home from get out of class last night, but Yan's mother pushed her into the room, saying it was too late and she had to get up early for school the next day, so she asked her to wash up and go to bed quickly.

Speaking of this, Yan Chengye felt depressed and regretful, "He is Xiaoyan's uncle..."

“Three hundred thousand?!” Before she even finished listening, Yan Qingyue stood up from her seat excitedly, worry overflowing on her pretty face, “Shi Yan, how could a student like him come up with three hundred thousand? How could this person be so despicable and shameless!”

My daughter, who is always soft-spoken, rarely speaks so harshly.

Yan Qingyue looked at Yan Chengye anxiously: "Dad, you must help Shi Yan. We can't let Grandma Song Zhen's house be sold..."

Yan Chengye comforted his daughter and said, "Of course Dad will help Xiaoyan. Not to mention 300,000, even if it's 400,000, Dad will find a way--"

The words haven’t been finished yet.

Mother Yan came out of the kitchen with a plate of freshly fried dough sticks in her hand. She placed the plate on the dining table with a not-so-gentle movement, making a bang.

"You're out of your mind, aren't you?" Yan's mother heard the whole conversation and looked at her husband with displeasure. "Is three hundred thousand a small sum? Can our family make money? I'm telling you, I won't allow you to interfere in this matter!"

Yan Chengye immediately retorted: "How can I just ignore it? Principal Song is my benefactor. Our family can never repay the favor I owe her. Besides, I was the one who caused this matter. If I don't care, then am I still a human being?"

But Yan's mother remained unmoved.

"Why haven't you paid it back yet? The person has been dead for such a long time. Haven't you taken good care of his grandson in the past few years? Now you have to pay so much money. Besides, even if you weren't there, that person would always find Shi Yan. Why are you taking the blame on yourself?"

"It sounds nice to say that it was a loan, but Shi Yan is a child. I don't even know whether it will be the Year of the Monkey or the Month of the Horse before he returns it!"

Yan Chengye frowned, "What have I done for him? Xiaoyan is such a sensible child. He has taken care of himself since he was so young and worked part-time to earn his living expenses. When has he ever accepted the money or things I gave him? Has he ever troubled us with anything?"

"We have troubled him before. Last time I injured my back, he helped me move the flowers. Otherwise, I wouldn't trust anyone else. Also, when Lao Xia and I first opened our flower shop, his children helped us distribute flyers."

Speaking of this, Yan's mother looked guilty, but her attitude remained firm: "That won't work either. That's three hundred thousand. Can our family afford it all at once? Can we still make ends meet?"

In fact, earlier - half a year ago, the Yan family was fully able to come up with the 300,000 yuan, but now it is more or less a stretch.

The Yan family and Song Zhen were neighbors at first, living across the street. Yan's mother complained several times that her house was too old, so Yan Chengye gritted his teeth and took out a loan to buy a new house in the same residential area, but the property was brand new and the price was much higher than the original house prices in the old residential area.

At that time, the performance of the flower shop run by Yan Chengye was mediocre, and he had to work hard to repay the loan. Even if he sold the old house, he could only breathe a sigh of relief.

Later, I don’t know if he hit the jackpot, but he suddenly received a large order for a private villa. In less than a year, not only was the loan for the house paid off, but the family also had a surplus of more than 200,000 yuan. His life immediately became comfortable and relaxed.

After a period of tight times, the family's financial power is now in the hands of Yan's mother, who would never agree to her husband helping Shi Yan.

Yan Qingyue, who was standing by, tried to persuade her mother: "Mom, please help Shi Yan. Shi Yan is a good student, as you know. He will definitely be able to pay it back in the future—"

"Just shut up!"

Mother Yan frowned and glared at her daughter. She knew that her daughter always liked to stick to Shi Yan, the grandson of Principal Song Zhen. She had been like that since she was a child, and always loved to follow him around. But she strongly disapproved of her daughter being with Shi Yan.

That boy, who grew up in an imperfect family and is now an orphan, has such a cold and dull personality. He is really - unlikable.

Seeing her daughter looking at her husband for help, Yan's mother then looked at her husband with a warning, "I tell you, Yan Chengye, don't even think about it. If you dare to ask Lao Xia or anyone else for money behind my back, you'll get what you pay for."

Yan Chengye sighed dejectedly, "No."

Mother Yan was satisfied with her husband's answer. The next second, she heard her husband say, "Someone has helped Xiaoyan solve it."