Chapter 101: Variety

Settling down now is a troublesome event.
When Father An arrived at the mansion, he scolded An Chengya first, covering his face, An Chengya lowered her head, and waited until Father An had finished scolding him, before arguing ruthlessly: "The rumors are not true"
"I don't care if it's true!" Father An immediately sprayed back. "But everyone outside is saying that, can't you reflect on yourself?"
An Chengya silently said nothing.
This is a bit unreasonable. His mouth is on others. How can he control what they say?
Father An just wanted to vent his anger on him. When the evil fire broke out, he recovered his calmness and turned to the young man: "You go out with me later and bring your elder sister's body back. "
His tone was indifferent, as if talking about an insignificant person, and there was no trace of grief on his face.
Originally he was a very widowed person, and his previous mood swings were only due to the damage to his reputation. As for the death of the eldest daughter, to him it was like a small stone dropped in the lake, the ripples disappeared, and there was no trace of fluctuation.
Whether the child he was not expecting was born or died, it didn't matter to him.
"By the way, you have to send a telegram to your second brother and call him back." He was also unconcerned about the second son, but now he remembers it.
However, he didn't know that the second son had now found a heavenly master and was rushing to his house. He was already halfway there.
"OK." The youth answered.
When he was about to go out, he bowed his head and ordered Chang'an: "Stay at home and wait for me to come back. Don't run around?"
Although he was telling Chang'an, the light in the corner of his eyes glanced at An Chengya, who was carefully stealing them, with a warning sign in his eyes, scaring An Chengya and lowering his head.
"Okay." Chang'an nodded obediently, and the young man with a good appearance looked moved.
He took a step forward, hugged Chang'an, took the boy into his arms, and printed a kiss on his forehead: "Parting kiss."
Wet lips touched the sensitive skin, and Chang'an touched his forehead, and a strange feeling developed in his heart, as if a plant had suddenly grown and stretched out its tender stems and leaves.
Chang'an experienced it carefully, and it wasn't until the youth left that he returned to God-should he just kiss back?
"Your relationship with your brother is so good." An Chengya said suddenly.
"Ah?" Chang'an froze for a moment, but he did not expect that he would speak to himself.
After all, An Chengya had always been afraid to contact people.
An Chengya didn't want to get any response from him, but just smiled at him: "I actually admire you very much. I am always remembered in my heart. Unlike me, I have been living like an invisible person since childhood. No one can see me in the eyes. "
Even so, his expression was not envious.
"In fact, this time, rumors spread about me, but I feel very happy. Although it is not a good reputation, I am finally not as obscure as before."
He narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something fun, and giggled: "I thought about it before, is it that only I am dead can my existence be discovered, and I also thought about it, What kind of death method must be chosen to cause a sensation? "
Talking, his eyes were a little crazy, and he even took a few steps forward, trying to grab Changan's hand.
Chang'an noticed something wrong from the beginning of his speech, but at first he just felt that he was stimulated after being reprimanded by Father An, and he was prepared for it.
So when An Chengya grabbed him, he quickly took a step back and avoided his hands.
The servants have been watching the movements of the two masters. After seeing this scene, they quickly rushed over. The two framed An Chengya, who wanted to jump over.
"I'm sorry to have shocked you. The three young masters have been nervous recently. The rumors on the outside have put him under too much pressure."
The servant quickly apologized, and almost straightly said that An Chengya was mentally ill. It can be seen that his status in the home is really not high, and the servant dare to step on his face to the ground.
"It's okay." Chang'an looked at An Chengya's exposed wrist as she struggled.
If he read correctly, there are many bruises on it.
"But if you're sick, call a doctor to see it," he suggested kindly.
"Okay, okay." The servant should be again and again, disregarding An Chengya's struggles all the way back to the room.
Chang'an stood still for a while, or sat down on the sofa, and couldn't help thinking: How long will he be lucky? Is it too late to come back to eat with him?
Somehow, the young man was not with him, and everything became dull.
Probably because when the young man was there, he always found many interesting things, and what he did with him was very interesting and not boring at all.
When only he was left, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if something was missing.
If young people were to know what he was thinking, he would be very happy.
Although it's just a "playmate" role, Chang'an has begun to get used to him, isn't it?
He sat quite bored for a while, then ran to the balcony to watch the scenery.
The mansion is built by the river. Below the balcony is the wide river. Changan remembers the story told to him by the youth. It is strange to look at the river again.
At this time, two fishing boats met on the river, and the fishermen greeted each other and asked how the harvest was.
One said, "Hey, don't mention it! I don't know what's going on recently. There are fewer and fewer fish and shrimp caught in the river, and even if they are fished, the number of dead fish in the net also accounts for a large part! Dead man! "
Another odd way: "So do you ?! I thought it was just me who was so unlucky!"
auzw.com The two had a conversation and found that this had happened, and they couldn't help looking at each other.
"We'll ask Lao Zhou them later to see if they are the same as us," one suggested.
The other person nodded and suddenly lowered his voice: "Are there any major events that you say will happen? Animals always feel more alert than humans."
"Don't scare yourself, maybe it's just a coincidence." Despite this, the fisherman's eyes were a little disturbed.
Chang'an didn't hear their conversation because he was back in the living room long ago.
On the coffee table in the living room, there were also several books that An Anyue received that day. Chang'an was bored and picked up one.
The book he took happened to be a travel journal, and after turning a few pages casually, he saw a text about Fairview City.
This book was written by the ancients. Chang'an didn't understand, but he didn't have much patience.
But this time it was different, because he saw a very familiar description.
"Ye Ye?" He read the name.
When referring to Fairview City, it is inevitable to mention the story with a mysterious color. Of course, it is about the version of the evil dragon cut by the youth.
The author also mentioned General Ye's younger son, Ye Ye is his name.
The author seems to appreciate him quite a lot, and praises him in his travel notes, saying that he was shocked and brilliant, and has a magnificent manner, but unfortunately he died early. If this is the case, he will be able to seal Hou worship, and Qing Shi left his name.
Ignoring these touted private goods, Chang'an noticed that the author said about Ye Ye's death: "died in a riot of refugees."
It means that he was killed alive by the unreasonable exile.
I don't know what Changan thinks about it here.
He also noticed that Ye Ye's words, which happened to be the same as young people, were fortunate.
Chang'an unconsciously linked the two together, and when he looked at the underlined line of text, he couldn't help feeling a trace of heartache.
He held his chest, feeling the strange emotion, and then he froze.
When Jiang Ye was about to leave, his concierge called him: "Little Master, here is a letter from you."
Jiang Ye took it carelessly and took it apart, and saw a very familiar handwriting.
There are only five big words on the white letter paper: "What do you want to do?"
"Is it found out?" Jiang Ye murmured. "It really is you, Jiang Man."
The concierge watched him pinch the stationery on his mobile phone, groaned strangely, and cast a worried look at Jiang Ye: Dealing with the corpse all day, will there be nothing wrong with Master's mind?
"I'm going out now," he said casually.
At this time, he was the young man with bright sunshine.
It's a pity that even if Jiang Man found out that he was doing small moves, he wouldn't think of what he really wanted to do? Because that idea is really crazy.
People are so crazy that they don't even think about it and dare not think about it.
Jiang Ye walked towards the police with a faint smile and greeted the people he met very familiarly. No one would find that his heart was surging with countless terrifying black waves.
And Jiang Man, who wrote the letter, was watching a good show at this time. Servant A was being grabbed by Servant B and asked, "Did you steal my jade ?!"
"What the ?!" Servant A pushed away Servant B, "What are you talking about? Jade? How can you have such a thing?"
His expression did not seem to be false. Servant B shook his head in despair and sat on the ground without answering his question. He just murmured, "My jade, my jade is gone."
The jade in his mouth is naturally the blood jade that fell from Hu Sheng and was picked up by him.
He had originally hid the jade properly. Who knows that when he came to look at it routinely today, he found that it had disappeared!
This is really a thunderstorm!
For him, it was not just a lost opportunity.
The blood jade hesitated for a long time, and did not dare to find a buyer to sell it.
On the one hand, it was because Hu Sheng's death that turned this piece of jade into a hot potato. He didn't want to be suspected of having anything to do with Hu Sheng's death;
On the other hand, he always felt that this piece of jade had an unknown breath, and he did not dare to hold it in his arms at all times, which gave the thief an opportunity.
Isn't this, jade was stolen?
He did not dare to report the case, because the source of that piece of jade was really unclear.
Servant A glanced at him, inexplicably: "Don't you have any hysteria? Look at your poor sourness, can there be any good jade? Who would want to steal your tattered?
He glanced at the messed up beds, not only hiss, but also Jiang Man's and servant B's beds. As a matter of course, Servant B found nothing.
Servant B just shook his head and sat on the ground, his expression looked rather pitiful, and Servant A who looked at him couldn't bear the blame.
It's just a little embarrassing, cursing something softly while packing the bed.
And Jiang Man stood aside and turned around and left after seeing the drama. He walked outwards, with a slight movement of his palm, and something appeared in his hand, the blood jade that servant B could not find.
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