Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Chapter 18

How can it be considered good for a person?

Yan Yaoqin summed up his decades of life experience and came to a conclusion, nothing more than the eight characters of "doing what he likes and caring".But his experience, placed on Zhuo Yang, was completely useless.

This son is happy with the situation, has a regular schedule, will add or remove clothes in time according to the temperature, and take medicine on time. No matter what the taste of the various nourishing meals prepared by Ling Caiyi, he will never refuse.I even took the initiative to seek advice from doctors and often swim in warm water to exercise.He took good care of himself and didn't need anyone else to worry about him.

Young Zhuoyang is like a weed seed, where it can take root tenaciously wherever it flies.Even cliffs can grow from tiny cracks in the rocks.It doesn't have to be tough, but it must be tough.Even if the wind can blow it down, the sand can bury it, and the frost can freeze it, once the sun shines and the spring returns to the earth, it can always stand upright again.

Zhuo Yang is usually a quiet person, and he was only relatively familiar with Ling Caiyi and Zhang Chongjiu in the past.Now Zhang Chongjiu is extremely indifferent to Yan Yusi because of what he has done.Zhuo Yang took it calmly, showed the respect and tolerance he deserved, and occasionally asked for some self-protection methods humbly, such as using the terrain of the busy city to counter-stalk, such as avoiding enemy attacks with four or two shovels. .As time went by, the resentment became less intense.

Under Yan Yaoqin's careful observation, he found that Zhuo Yang was a child full of curiosity, full of interest in various talents and professions in the world.He reads a wide variety of books, including humanities, biographies, science, and history. Even when he is bored, he can even read pages of Chinese reference books like Cihai with gusto.When plumbers or gardeners started work, Zhuo Yang would wrap up a thick sweater and stand aside to watch with interest.On the premise of not disturbing the other party's work, occasionally ask a sentence or two about things that you don't understand.He just has the ability to read the other person's mind by observing words and expressions, and make friends with others without any effort.

It's just that all the calm atmosphere shrouded by Zhuo Yang's aura will always disintegrate with the appearance of his father.Looking at the back of his son avoiding again and again, Yan Yaoqin could only sigh helplessly.Ignoring his weak physique and pale face, he is still the vibrant Zhuo Yang who is passionate about life.The more people like him, the more painful it is to face death than others...

In the huge Yan family, Bobby is the one who can really relieve Zhuo Yang from his defenses and make him happy.

In the short winter days, Yan Yaoqin always finishes his work as soon as possible, pushes down most of the social engagements, and runs home whenever he has time.He himself can't tell the reason for this feeling of returning home, but when he thinks of going home, the stiff muscles all over his body will naturally soften, just like soaking in hot spring water, which is indescribably comfortable and refreshing .

Entering the living room, he stepped on the stairs to the third floor, but Zhuo Yang was not seen along the way.Sit in the study and turn on the computer, switch to the monitoring system of the house, search around, and sure enough, he was found near the dog house.

Yan Yaoqin changed into simple casual clothes and went downstairs briskly. When passing through the restaurant, he didn't forget to take a photo at the glass bar.He knew that this face was used to being gloomy, a little numb, his eyes were full of blood, and when he stared at people, he would unconsciously reveal a murderous look.So he rubbed his cheeks fiercely, smiled as gently as possible, looked at it for himself, and felt more and more that it would be better to smile less in the future.

In that secluded corner overgrown with wormwood, Zhuo Yang and Bobby were playing a throwing game.

The ball bounced, and Bobby went to grab it, but Silly was hit on the forehead. With a hit, the ball changed direction and flew into the bushes on the other side.The little dog ran after it, but the dense branches blocked it. It had a big head and a wide nose, so it couldn't squeeze in. It could only dig the soil with its four claws, creating a miasma of smoke, and whimpered anxiously.

Zhuo Yang cheerfully called it from behind: "Forget Feibo, no more, let's get a new ball."

But Bobby was relentless and insisted on the original one.Its tail was drooping, and its ears were drooping, looking extremely lost.

Zhuo Yang had no choice but to trot forward himself, lay down on the ground, pouted his buttocks to get the ball.His arms stretched in through the gaps in the branches, his head turned to one side, and he frowned tightly.Yan Yaoqin watched from a distance, and involuntarily exerted strength along with him, moved his fingers a few times, wishing to go forward to help his son immediately.

After a lot of hard work, the ball was finally picked out.Zhuo Yang's hair was a little disheveled, with fine dead leaves hanging from it, and there were dirty mud marks on his off-white jeans.The mask covered most of his face, but his eyebrows and eyes were exposed with a bright smile.

Bobby fulfilled his wish and excitedly rushed up to grab the ball. Zhuo Yang teased it, deliberately waving the ball up and down in mid-air, causing Bobby to jump up and down.But the smelly dog ​​is too fat to jump high at all, so he can only flick his long pink tongue back and forth, so tired that his saliva splashes.

Yan Yaoqin watched silently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took a small step forward on his tiptoe, and quickly took it back.He was deeply disappointed and felt that he was like a monster uglier than Quasimodo. He really wanted to join the children's games, but he was afraid that he would scare them away because of this. Stripped away.

A magnetic mezzo-soprano sounded faintly behind him: "Mr. Yan, why don't you go over?"

Looking back, Ling Caiyi in a maroon lady's suit stood behind her.She wore flat-heeled moccasins, so she walked silently.Yan Yaoqin was silent for a while, then laughed at himself and said, "Forget it, I don't want to spoil his interest."

Ling Caiyi stroked her hair back, revealing her smooth forehead. Her eyebrows were naturally high, but in contrast, her eyelids looked a bit heavy, and she always seemed to be familiar with everything.Hearing what the boss said, Steward Ling nodded understandingly, took out a chocolate bean from his suit pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered in a low voice: "This young master has recently become obsessed with Chinese paintings. The masters are very respected..."

Yan Yaoqin didn't listen to the truth, and asked "Ah?" in doubt, and asked again, the dark red shadow had quietly walked a long way, threw the chocolate bean into the air with his hand, raised his head, and caught it with his mouth. , enjoy yourself.

Mr. Zheng Lao, the contemporary master of calligraphy and painting in Lidao, is an elegant man.Treat money like dung, and don't bend your waist for five buckets of rice.Naturally, they would not pay attention to businessmen who smelled of money.

As a last resort, Yan Yaoqin flew to Taiwan with a friend who knew how to collect, and took a pair of Qianlong enamel-colored double-ring vases.Using all kinds of contacts, he finally got Mr. Zheng willing to give advice to his son himself, and Yan Yaoqin happily ran home to claim credit.

When I got home, I didn't even have time to change my clothes. After hearing Ling Caiyi say that Zhuo Yang was in the study, I hurried to see him.

Zhuo Yang was lying on the sofa reading a book quietly, and he didn't move when he heard the door knock.Except for Yan's father and son, outsiders rarely come in this study room, no matter what, he can still hear the sound of his father's walking.

Yan Yaoqin walked to the sofa in a few steps, coughed dryly with joy, and squatted down, at the same height as Zhuo Yang who was lying on his back with his knees curled up.

Hearing the noise, Zhuo Yang pulled the book down a little bit, still covering his face, his eyes cast from behind the pages, without any emotion: "Dad, just say what you have to say."

Yan Yaoqin excitedly relayed the good news he got from Mr. Zheng to his son. After Zhuo Yang heard it, his eyes narrowed slightly, he thought for a while, and asked gently: "I'm interested in Mr. Zheng's calligraphy and painting, is it Aunt Cai?" I told you, right? No wonder Dad went to Taiwan to participate in some kind of auction."

Seeing that his face was not as cheerful as expected, Yan Yaoqin was disappointed: "Ayang, don't you like it?"

Zhuo Yang smiled gently: "Dad, as I said, it doesn't make sense. Why don't you understand? It's like food. When people are hungry, they are served steaming hot. It becomes a delicacy. But if you serve it too late, the food will go bad and you can't eat it anymore. Even the abalone wing belly will only make people sick and nauseated, and it is useless. Why bother Woolen cloth?"

The smile on Yan Yaoqin's face slowly disappeared, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched.

In the territory of Lidao, in the West District, how could anyone dare to embarrass Mr. Yan face to face like this?Only Zhuo Yang would insult his face again and again with sharp words, but made him unable to refute.After a brief moment of silence, Yan Yaoqin tried his best to control his emotions, put on a tight smile that was not yet satisfied, and said softly: "Dad just prepared one more choice for you, it doesn't matter, if you like it, go, if you don't like it, go If you don’t go, everything is up to Ayang’s will. Come on, go downstairs to do some activities, and we’ll have dinner later.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, wanting to hold his son's arms and hug him up, like a father who loves a child.It's a pity that he has never done this action. Although there are two sons who were raised as babies at home, they have not personally taken care of them, so the behavior is extremely unskilled, and he doesn't know how much strength to use.

While hesitating, Zhuo Yang easily dodged and slipped out the door.

As soon as Zhuo Yang left the room, Yan Yaoqin impatiently took out his cigarette and lit it, taking a few puffs.

Yan Yusi has been clinging to his elder brother since he was a child, and he is not too close to his nominal father, nor does he like this quiet and dull study.So Yan Yaoqin didn't have any concept of smoking ban.It's different now, Zhuo Yang's unbearable body is more or less thanks to himself, and every time he thinks of it, he feels guilty, so he sets a rule for himself, and never smokes in front of his son. cigarettes.

As soon as Zhuo Yang walked downstairs, he saw Yan Yuxing and his entourage stepping into the hall.I had heard the news that my eldest brother was coming back soon, but I didn't think it would be today.He had no choice but to build up his mind, and had to pretend to be overjoyed and ran to his elder brother, with the same aggressive attitude as Yan Yusi.

Yan Yuxing didn't wait for him to get close, he rushed up and grabbed his younger brother in two or three steps, and said fiercely in his mouth: "Running around without thinking, it always makes people worry, and when I can't breathe, I will cry again! "

The two brothers hugged each other warmly, Yan Yuxing grabbed his shoulders and pulled his younger brother a little away, looked him up and down, turned him half a circle, and even checked his back, and saw that there was nothing wrong on the surface The scar, the hanging heart finally let go of most of it, avoiding the crowd and asking in a low voice: "Is Dad going to make things difficult for you again? Did he... hit you?"

Zhuo Yang paused in his heart, but his face remained calm, he nodded and shook his head indiscriminately, and kept yelling: "Where is the gift? Where is the gift? Give me the gift!"

Yan Yuxing looked at his brother's heartless look, helplessly, raised his hand to shuffle his fluffy hair: "Wait! How can I miss you!"

Upstairs, Yan Yaoqin saw Yan Yuxing's convoy driving in. He didn't move, but silently lit a second cigarette and smoked greedily.In less than a month, the eldest son has vigorously negotiated a cooperation matter with the Hu family. It was a good thing, but for some reason, he couldn't feel the gratification that he should have.

After smoking, he walked out of the study, Yan Yaoqin came to the railing on the second floor, and looked down at the lobby on the first floor.Presented in front of his eyes was Yan Yuxing's intimate scene of brotherly love towards Zhuo Yang.Originally a beautiful picture, in Yan Yaoqin's eyes, it was indescribably awkward.This kind of feeling is like a player running hard all the way in the field, who is far ahead, but watching the championship medal hanging on someone else's neck, it is even more difficult to eat than the green orange that has just grown - even if he knows it is Fake.

Yan Yuxing didn't notice the strange smell above his head, so he ordered someone to deliver the box he brought back with him, which contained Peter Pan's pajamas, blankets, key chains, notebooks...and all kinds of cartoon items.

Facing these familiar guys but unable to name them one by one, Zhuo Yang secretly groaned in his heart.Reluctantly pretending to be happy, I picked it up and played with it, and couldn't put it down.

While he was trying to disguise, a deep male voice came from the second floor: "Yan Yusi, come here."

Zhuo Yang instantly found an excuse to leave, quickly picked up his brother's large gift box, and ran upstairs.Yan Yuxing raised his head and followed the prestige, and saw his father's tall figure standing above him, his eyes drooping coldly, his face tangled, and his lips tightly pursed.This expression is a little strange to Yan Yuxing, it is not very appropriate to say that he is angry, but it looks like... a bull that has been shaken out of anger by the red cloth...