Chapter 29 Meet a Good Man

Mr. Yan looked at the right side. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he was overjoyed. He couldn't help sighing in his heart that God really closed a door and opened another window. As everyone thinks, the window is open, not a slit, but a bright and spacious.

He patted his hands quietly under the table and applauded his urgent wisdom. After rubbing his fists, Mr. Yan began to calculate the distance to escape.

"Dad, I've used this reason. Change it." Yan's mother stared at Mr. Yan and said, but found that Mr. Yan's thoughts were written on his face. At this time, Mr. Yan's expression had changed from sadness to joy.

At that time, at that time, Mr. Yan suddenly stood up and ran to the window at a speed of 100 meters. To be honest, Mr. Yan's move was really old and strong. I only saw Mr. Yan, who supported the window with one hand, turned over and jumped out of the window. It seems that Mr. Yan has been acquainted with this kind of thing more than once.

When Yan's mother reacted and chased to the window, Mr. Yan had landed safely. Mrs. Yan hammered the edge of the window with her left hand and secretly regretted that she didn't pay attention to the window, so she shouted at Mr. Yan who fell to the ground with a ferocious face, "Dad, you have the ability, don't run away."

The old man who turned to safety got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said calmly, "Run, run naturally. If you don't run, I'm stupid!" Then he gave Yan's mother a smile and walked slowly.

Because Yan's mother is married as a woman, she is still a member of the Yan valve family. Her image is very important, and she should dress appropriately. Silk and satin, gold and jade pendants must be indispensable. What's more, she can't dress like when she was wandering around the world earlier, so she doesn't have the simplicity and convenience of men's clothes at this time.

Take a closer look, Yan's mother combed the woman's bun, with small jade swings at both ends, and two agate hairpins; she was dressed in a black brocade suit, silver silk hooked with gold edges, and her stitches were meticulous, faintly revealing a kind of low-key luxury; and then the long skirt of the same color just rightly covered the edge of the shoe, and the looming white sole small heel. It makes people unable to guess the size of the foot owner. There is a string of white pearls on the neck, which are round and full, and the size is even; on the wrist is just a pair of dark green emerald bracelets; the ring finger of the left hand holding the silk flower wears a cat's eye stone ring, and the right index finger carries a gold and jade small ring; at the waist hangs a mutton jade pendant for each person in Yanfu, which symbolizes his identity.

As a result, she can't do such a sharp action as jumping out of the window in such a complicated dress. So she turned around, went out, and went downstairs to chase Master Yan as quickly as possible. Her face was angry, and her mouth was full of words: "If you are caught by me, you must not be allowed to eat."

The slaves and maidservants who cleaned the yard around and guarded the courtyard. Seeing such a scene, everyone was not surprised. Since the loss of the third lady in the house, my wife will find fault with the old master from time to time. The two of them are very happy to catch me and escape like cat and mouse. Every time the old man runs on his feet, and Yan's mother is behind him, chasing him. After going back and going, their bodies became more and more tough. Every time they saw Yan's mother's teeth and claws, everyone only thought about it. Old Master Yan took care, and the female tiger came.

This is consistent with Mr. Yan's idea.

However, this is only kind, gentle and kind to the servants, and does not like the master. Therefore, at this time, Yan's mother also has no scruples. In front of everyone, she destroys her own image and is not afraid of being laughed at by her servants.

The general manager happened to pass by here. As soon as he saw this situation, it was estimated that the two masters were going to fight again and shook their heads: "How many times is this?"

Think about it, such a play can be performed every three or five days. Fortunately, the location of Yan's house is remote, otherwise it would not let people watch the play for free every day. It's still so lively.

Back here again, compared with the chicken flying egg beating in Yan's house, the two masters made trouble, but Yan Chan was tired and hungry, relying on his two calves. After Yan Da and the others left, she quietly turned around and walked along another road and walked out of the woods. This path, with traces of this road, should be that someone often walked around.

It began to get dark, and without the snow tiger, Yan Chan could only use all his strength to speed up the pace. As I walked, I was lucky to find a dilapidated small temple in front of me. Yan sincerely thought that it was a little broken. At least it could shelter from the wind and rain. There was no need to sleep in the woods. I was afraid that there would be wild animals.

After Yan Chan approached the small temple, she found that someone arrived before her, which made her hesitate. Do you want to go in? Do you want to go in? Because the people inside are talking, will it be too abrupt to suddenly enter?

A female voice sounded: "Son, try this. I just bought it in town. I ate a piece before. It's not bad."

"Miss Suxiu, you don't like sweets." A male voice sounded.

"Then eat the fruit. The pears picked on the road are so sweet." The woman, who was called Su Xiu, opened her mouth again.

"Miss Suxiu, the prince doesn't like pears." It's still the male voice just now.

"Well, let's eat some preserves." Su Xiu still said indomitablely.

It's still the boy: "Miss Su Xiu, the prince doesn't like snacks. He will dry his mouth after eating it."

Before the male voice fell, a voice sounded, which was different from the previous male voice. The voice was like a breeze: "Zjiu, don't be rude. Go and take the guest outside, please come in."

Yan Chan was surprised that he was known before he made a sound. In fact, when Yan Cheng just said it, the prince already knew that this little action was a small thing for those who were good at martial arts.

Zi Jiu got up and walked to the door. She saw Yan Shen stunned. Then she bent down and made a gesture of invitation and said to Yan Chan, "This lady, please. It's late at night. It's not safe for a girl outside."

Yan Chan was not pretentious. He nodded and followed Zijiu in. Zijiu pointed to the man and made a brief introduction: "This is my son, who is called dancing." Then he paused and pointed to the woman in red and said, "This is Miss Su Xiu."

Yan Zhi followed the command of Zijiu's hand and looked up. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. At this glance, he was surprised again. This dance boy is the beautiful boy I met at the dock before! Looking at this woman, she is also an acquaintance, the beauty standing beside the prince at the dock. Sure enough, it's a pair of beautiful people!

Out of politeness, Yan Chan still shouted, "Mr. Dance, Miss Su Xiu." The sound is as low as a mosquito. But Mr. Qiwu and Miss Suxiu still heard it. Fortunately, they were martial arts practitioners.

The dancer bent his eyebrows, hooked the corners of his mouth and nodded with a smile. It can be said that he smiled charmingly, and smiled at all sentient beings. Then Yan Cen looked at the smile, and his little face climbed up a faint blush.

Mr. Dance looked up slightly at Yan Chan and said, "Miss, please sit down. I don't know what you call me?"

As soon as the beautiful man asked questions, Yan was dizzy. He found that he was still talking to himself and hurriedly replied, "My surname is Yan, and my name is Chan."

Yan Chan wants to walk to the corner. I heard Mr. Wu say, "Miss Yan, the corner is wet and cold at night. Let's gather around the fire to keep warm."

But the present form is a little strange. The dance sits in the middle, behind the torch, facing the door of the temple, and the middle seat is respected; Zijiu faces the dancer, sitting back to the door, and the door is the top; while Miss Suxiu sits in the right hand seat. If she wants to sit there, she must sit next to the dancer and sits on his left. Just as Yan Cen hesitated, she saw Mr. Qiwu stretching out his left hand to invite him. Naturally, she could only walk to the lower left, left high and right low. Invisibly, it also implied the identity of Yan Cen and Su Xiu.

At this time, Suxiu didn't know at all. At the moment when she entered the temple, she sat on the right side of the dancer, thinking about the man and the woman, but directly established that she had nothing to do with the dancer in her life. What I don't know is that Yancheng, who is in the left hand position, is high on the left and low on the right, which directly establishes her position in the heart of the dancer in her life.

Compared with the girl Suxiu in the world and Yan Qi, who has not yet returned home, they don't know the etiquette of the banquet. However, how can they not understand the etiquette of the banquet when they are known as princes?! I'm afraid everything has been known in my heart for a long time.

Zijiu handed the pastry that had just been received from Miss Suxiu to Yan Yi under the sign of dancing eyes: "Miss Yan, if you don't mind it, please use it and cushion your stomach first."

"Thank you." Now Yan Xin's hungry chest has been attached to his back for a long time, and he doesn't care about some etiquette. He pretends to be a lady, eats fiercely, and devours it. With the background of the firelight, his little face is even more red.

Su Xiu, who was sitting opposite Yan Cheng, looked depressed. He specially bought a cake to please the dancer, and was eaten by a little girl of unknown origin. The more you think about it, the more angry you are, and the more you look at Yan Chan, the more unpleasant you are. Naturally, your face is getting worse and worse. But because of the face of the dancer and Zijiu, it was not easy to attack. He twisted the corners of his clothes with both hands and kept stirring, which was wrinkled.

Mr. Dance looked at the devouring Yan Cheng and smiled secretly, "How long has this little girl been hungry? I'm afraid someone will rob her for such a way of eating."

Zijiu is naturally winding around and winding in her heart. This girl's eating appearance is not first-class, but when she looks at her eating, she feels like it is very delicious.

Yan Zhen, who is eating fiercely, is not as good as them. She only has only one idea. This pastry is really delicious. Is this what people often say. People who are hungry and crazy eat delicious food. Even if it is colorless and tasteless, it is still delicious?!

The four people in the fire have different looks and ideas one after another.

If it was the first time that Yan Yi and Mr. Qiwu met at the dock and passed by; then this was the first time she had a head-on conversation with Mr. Yan and met unexpectedly.

In this encounter, Yan Cen is less than 12 years old and the dancer is less than 15 years old.

Since then, the two of them have had more chance encounters. As the saying goes: they are destined to meet thousands of miles, and thousands of miles of marriage.

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