Jian Qiaoxin frowned: "Why are you waiting for me?"
Qiu Jian rushed up, trying to hold Jian Qiaoxin's hand, but was slapped away before he could touch the person.
Yan Gan stood in front of him, and he squinted his eyes: "Don't touch him."
Qiu Jian was taken aback, when he saw that Yan Gan was here, he shouted in a loud voice: "Why do you stop me from seeing Xiao Xin, what rights do you have, who are you to him?"
Jian Qiaoxin sighed faintly, and he poked his head out: "Qiu Jian, Mr. Yan and I come here to sweep the grave together, are you going to cause trouble in front of my family?"
"Grave sweeping..."
"Are you coming to sweep the grave with him?"
Qiu Jian stepped back and pointed at Yan Gan incredulously: "Why did you follow him, Xiao Xin, he is very dangerous!"
Jian Qiaoxin frowned: "You don't have the right to decide what I can and cannot do."
"You..." Qiu Jian had no idea that Jian Qiaoxin would protect Yan Gan. He looked at Jian Qiaoxin's body carefully, and finally sneered: "You really are pregnant with his child?"
"Wen Yuan told me but I didn't believe it until now."
"How can you have a baby with him? How long have we been together, how long have you known him?"
Jian Qiaoxin lowered his head. He grabbed Yan Gan's clothes and repeated: "It's none of your business, it's my personal affairs."
Qiu Jian couldn't believe it. In his mind, Jian Qiaoxin had always been a simple, gentle and beautiful existence. The other would coax and take care of him.
He was pure and conservative, but this was also what was lovely about him.
They had been together for so many years, from college sweethearts to working people in the past two years. Although he had the thoughts of bedding the other, he never forced Jian Qiaoxin. Yet, who would have thought that in such a short period of time, Jian Qiaoxin even got together with other men, and even got pregnant?
Qiu Jian staggered and was shocked: "Xiao Xin, you weren't like this before, it must be Yan Gan who forced you, you must have had your own reason!"
Jian Qiaoxin didn't know what to say.
If it was before, he also felt that he did have some unspoken reason. After all, being pregnant by accident and even with someone he does not love, it would be a bit difficult for the old him to accept, but now he doesn't think that he's suffering.
Before he had time to think about what to say, Yan Gan spoke as he chuckled, "It's really a benevolent who sees benevolence, the wise see wisdom. When someone has a dirty mind, do you also think others are like you?"
Qiu Jian's face got pale, and he looked at Yan Gan with hatred: "Am I wrong? Who would like someone like you? You are vicious and violent, you are cruel and unkind, a control freak, and you don't know how to love. If you don't know how to care for others, no one will like you at all!"
Yan Gan raised his eyebrows non-committal, summing up in place.
On the contrary, Jian Qiaoxin on the side was a little angry: "Qiu Jian, that's enough, what makes you think you can criticize him? He at least accompanied me to visit the grave. How about you? Last year and the year before, which year didn't you have to come back to your family? I came here alone every time, where were you at those times?"
"You said Mr. Yan doesn't care about others, at least he cares about me more than you!"
A guilty conscience flashed across Qiu Jian's face, and he took a deep breath: "Xiao Xin, I also have my own difficulties. Who will not go home for the New Year? If I don't go back, my family will definitely nag at me, why didn't you come home with me? You don't think of my family as your own, right?"
Jian Qiaoxin got silent.
Yan Gan glanced sideways at him, and at that exact moment he felt the same as Qiu Jian. Jian Qiaoxin, a child who looks soft and tender, is actually a very cold-hearted person. He would shrink himself into a shell after being touched or being poked by others. Without a complete sense of security, he would not come out, and if there is any sudden movement, he would be scared to retract.
He looks affectionate, but in fact he is not affectionate, he loves no one.
Qiu Jian tentatively stepped forward: "Xiao Xin, can you forgive me, I don't care if you are pregnant with someone else's child, I will take care of you."
Jian Qiaoxin took a step back and hid behind Yan Gan.
Just as Qiu Jian was about to approach, Yan Gan kicked the person away, his face was cold, with a cold tone: "Get lost."
Qiu Jian fell to the ground, the stepping stone in front of the tombstone was really hard, he almost scratched the skin, but he still looked at Jian Qiaoxin persistently.
Jian Qiaoxin said softly: "Qiu Jian, you can leave."
The winter wind was whistling and it was freezing, scattering snowflakes fluttered in the sky.
Qiu Jian sat up, his handsome face was now as thin as bones, looking at Jian Qiaoxin's eyes full of sadness, he put up a smile that was uglier than crying: "Xiao Xin, you have your own difficulties, right?"
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes got red inexplicably, and he took a deep breath: "I don't."
Snow fell gently on people's shoulders, and got tangled on the tips of their hair, gentle and lingering, but the few people in front of the tomb had different thoughts on their minds.
Jian Qiaoxin looked directly into Qiu Jian's eyes, with some relief, as if he was sending him a death sentence: "We've missed each other."
Qiu Jian shook his whole body and clenched his fists. He wanted to step up again, but was thrown away by Yan Gan again.
Yan Gan glanced sideways at Jian Qiaoxin who was crying. He was in a very bad mood. He stepped forward and squatted down slowly in front of Qiu Jian: "Since it's the New Year, I don't want to see blood. Let me give you a chance. Get out of my sight in ten seconds."
Qiu Jian looked at him in surprise: "What do you want to do?"
"What do you think?" Yan Gan had an elegant smile on his face, but the smile was frosty: "Is it because no one has created troubles for you since then, giving you the illusion that I am being nice?"
Qiu Jian was speechless.
Yan Gan deliberately lowered his voice to make sure that Jian Qiaoxin could not hear him. He leaned in slightly and said in Qiu Jian's ear: "After all, you are his past. Xiao Xin is soft-hearted. I don't want to scare him. Otherwise, you have no chance to stand here."
Qiu Jian's eyes widened and looked at Yan Gan in disbelief.
Yan Gan smiled at the corners of his mouth: "We're all grown-ups. Use your head when talking and doing things. Don't covet other people's things anymore. It's easy to get into trouble."
The cold wind howled, Qiu Jian felt the bone-chilling cold, and at this moment, he understood the importance of royal power and wealth.
Yan Gan calmed down after speaking and counted slowly: "Ten, nine, eight..."
Qiu Jian was taken aback: "You, do you really dare?"
"Five, four, three..."
Ten seconds had not finished counting yet. The man who had just been half-sitting on the ground had already got up in a hurry, and ran down the mountain without looking back, moving as fast as if he was being chased by a scourge.
Jian Qiaoxin stood there, unable to say what he felt in his heart.
Yan Gan got up and took him to the tombstone: "It's the New Year, don't let the elders see our embarrassment."
Jian Qiaoxin walked to his dad's tombstone. There was a photo on the top of the tombstone. The man in the photo shared about seven to eight points similar to him. He smiled with curving apricot eyes, bright like spring.
He knelt down and stared at the tombstone.
Yan Gan stood beside him, his body was like a strong harbor, just to block the wind and rain for Jian Qiaoxin.
Jian Qiaoxin said softly: "Dad, I'm coming to see you."
The snow on the mountain was fluttering, and Jian Qiaoxin sat silently in front of the tombstone, thinking about all the things that happened this year, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Yan Gan next to him was neatly arranging the fruits that they had brought up from the village, and Jian Qiaoxin sneezed in the cold wind.
Yan Qian looked sideways: "Is it cold?"
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head: "Probably the wind was a bit cold just now."
Yan Gan saw that his delicate and fair face was flushed in the cold, he took off the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around Jian Qiaoxin: "We'll be here for some time, don't get yourself cold."
Jian Qiaoxin smiled.
Seeing his red eyes, Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Don't cry, otherwise the elders will think that Uncle is not being nice to you."
Jian Qiaoxin curled his lips, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Does Mr. Yan believe in ghosts and gods?"
Yan Gan was non-committal: "If you believe it, it will be true, and if you don't believe it, it won't be true."
"I hope so too." Jian Qiaoxin leaned on him and looked at the tombstone in front of him, and he whispered softly: "This way my daddy can stay with my father for a long time."
Yan Gan said: "They are very affectionate."
Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "Yes, all my longing for love comes from my dad's love for my father."
Yan Gan looked at him sideways. The nose of the person beside him was red due to the cold, but his eyes were shining bright. It turned out that when a person talks about something he yearns for, his eyes are really bright.
Jian Qiaoxin saw the older man was looking at him and hesitated: "Did I say something wrong?"
Yan Gan shook his head.
Jian Qiaoxin remembered Yan Gan's words when he talked to him about marriage, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional. Maybe the man beside him had never been longing for love.
In fact, after breaking up, he realized that he and Qiu Jian were not always happy for a long time now, so breaking up was an inevitable situation. Now thinking about it, he and Yan Gan might not even be compatible with each other. Therefore, parting ways would be their only ending.
Parting ways.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled when he looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky.
Yan Gan squeezed his face: "What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing." Jian Qiaoxin put away his feelings of resentment and said: "I just feel that it really takes a lot of luck and courage to meet a life-long partner who shares the same views as you."
Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think so?"
Jian Qiaoxin was a little surprised: "Isn't it?"
"No." Yan Gan helped him up, not letting him kneel on the ground for a long time: "There is never a person in this world who has exactly the same view as others. Everything needs to be adjusted to be worthy. With effort, one can achieve anything, you understand."
With effort, one can achieve anything.
Jian Qiaoxin thought for a while, smiled slightly, and squeezed Yan Gan's hand tightly: "Understood."
In the winter weather, Yan Gan didn't let him stay on the mountain. It didn't take long for the two of them to go down the mountain together. Originally, they were going back to the city today. However, it was snowing heavily and the road was quite icy, so it was unsafe to go back. Yan Gan didn't want to let Jian Qiaoxin take the risk and decided to return to A City the next day.
Later, Jian Qiaoxin looked through some old things in his parents' room.
He took out an old box, which was the love letter his father wrote to his dad that year. It was neat and tidy. There were more than one box. They were all neatly put together. Even through the years, there was no wrinkle.
Yan Gan leaned on the door: "It's not good to peek at someone's love letter."
Jian Qiaoxin took the envelope and glared at him: "I am looking at it openly."
Yan Gan stared at him quizzically, making Jian Qiaoxin really embarrassed. He simply put down the envelope and tried to divert the subject.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "Mr. Yan, have you written a love letter to anyone?"
Yan Gan pulled out a chair and sat down: "I have received quite a lot."
"You have received love letters?!"
Yan Gan stretched out his hand and squeezed the younger man's face punitively: "Pay attention to your words, why, I can't receive one?"
Jian Qiaoxin dodged: "I didn't expect it."
It may be that the atmosphere was quite good, and Jian Qiaoxin nested in the rocking chair suddenly became interested: "Then you must have a lot of people chasing you, have you accepted any?"
Yan Gan lazily said, "Yeah."
"..."
The smile on Jian Qiaoxin's face faded, and he was full of sourness: "Boys or girls, they must be very beautiful, right?"
Yan Gan raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smirk: "I answered your previous question."
Jian Qiaoxin got annoyed, and later realized that he was being tricked. Yan Gan, this villain, was bullying him again. He glared again: "Why you're not being clear."
Yan Gan was noncommittal.
Jian Qiaoxin looked at the envelope in the box next to his feet, holding the hand warmer in his arms and said: "In fact, these love letters were not written by my father when he courted my dad."
"There are also some letters from my father when they had a quarrel. If my dad did not forgive him, he would keep writing and he would write a lot."
Yan Gan said: "Such a clumsy way of apologizing."
Jian Qiaoxin snorted: "This is an expression of love."
Yan Gan propped his chin with one hand, so he leisurely looked at him: "Alright then, next time you caused trouble with me, Uncle will write one for you too?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin opened his eyes with a guilty heart: "I don't want it."
Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "Then nevermind."
"..."
Yan Gan, you fucking pig.
The two chatted for a while, and Jian Qiaoxin was very tired when going up the mountain today. At this moment, he was chatting on the rocking chair, and then fell asleep.
Yan Gan sighed helplessly, and immediately lifted the person up sideways.
Passing through the living room from here is the bedroom. He put the person on the bed and covered him with the quilt. Yan Gan took the quilt by the hand while his hand brushed by Jian Qiaoxin's belly.
There was a slight movement through the palm of his hand, very light, but he felt it.
The man's movements trembled, and the confused Jian Qiaoxin woke up. He opened his eyes, looked at Yan Gan, and muttered: "What's the matter?"
Yan Gan said, "He just moved."
Jian Qiaoxin rubbed his eyes: "Oh, he moved."
"He really moved." Yan Gan bent over slightly, his face almost sticking to Jian Qiaoxin's belly: "Just now."
Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, not even feeling the sleepiness, he felt Yan Gan's real joy, it turned out that the all-powerful and overbearing President would also be excited because of feeling the kick by his own child.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled slightly: "Do you want to touch it?"
Yan Gan hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on Jian Qiaoxin's belly. The child in his belly seemed to feel the father's approach, and kicked again in a face-saving way.
Yan Gan smiled.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "It's very naughty. When I was a kid, I was not so dishonest."
Yan Gan was not ashamed at all: "Then it must have followed me."
? ? ?
Why can you be so arrogant?
After a while, the child stopped making trouble, Yan Gan took off his jacket and went to bed. Jian Qiaoxin was sleepy, and when the bed was getting warmer, he squeezed in to sleep in front of Yan Gan.
He was about to fall asleep, feeling dazedly that someone was holding his waist, and sighed softly, "Thank you."
The next day
After washing up in the morning, the car was already waiting at the entrance of the village.
Like most people who came back to the city after going home, Jian Qiaoxin walked out of the village with large and small bags with him. Mrs. Zhang took the jerky and stuffed it into the trunk, and said: "This is different from the city. It is marinated at home. It's delicious and nutritious, and these eggs are from my own chicken..."
Jian Qiaoxin was not sure whether to laugh or to cry, and said, "Thank you."
If it weren't for Yan Gan to stop her in time, with Mrs. Zhang's character, she would most likely stuff a whole hen into his hands, with the intention of persuading him to go back and make the soup to drink it, which would be nutritious.
Before leaving, Mrs. Zhang handed Jian Qiaoxin's embroidered handkerchief to him and told him, "Have some courage."
Jian Qiaoxin stared at the silk in his hand. He sat back in the car, put the silk in his pocket, and wondered when it would be good to give it to Yan Gan.
He would be embarrassed if he were to directly hand it.
The car drove on the small road and slowly entered the wide road. The wide road was very stable. Yan Gan sat watching the emergency documents piled up over the past two days, while Jian Qiaoxin was chatting with his friends.
Yan Gan said: "The driver will take you back in a while. Uncle has something to do. I'll come back at night. If it's late, don't wait for me to eat."
Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I see."
"And also......"
Jian Qiaoxin looked at him quietly, curious: "What else?"
Yan Gan paused while holding the pen, he looked sideways: "Do you want to visit Yan's old house?"
"..."
Inside the car got quieted down, and there was nothing left except for the sound of cars driving. The two people looked at each other. Yan Gan sat lazily and waited very patiently.
Jian Qiaoxin's hand held the phone tightly: "The Yan's old house?"
"The main house." Yan Gan rarely explained to others: "The house we live in is my private home. The main house is the real Yan family house. I am the owner of the house. I usually go there."
Jian Qiaoxin picked up the key points and asked: "Will there be other people?"
Yan Gan nodded: "Yes, the Yan family can be regarded as a large family. Although I am the head of the family, I still have two older brothers and some dispensable people."
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated.
Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I only ask, don't go if you don't want to go, that place is very messy, you don't have to go."
Jian Qiaoxin thought about it for a while. Yan Gan had always thought things through before doing it. If the man asked him whether he wants to go or not, there must be a reason. Otherwise, he would not ask at all, just that he didn't know what the reason was.
He said: "Can you tell me the reason?"
Yan Gan looked at him sideways, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds. The man raised his eyebrows: "You really want to know?"
"Yeah."
Yan Gan closed the document and rubbed his eyebrows: "You are too eye-catching. There are too many people wanting to get to you. Instead of hiding you, it would be better to show you off. The so-called open guns are easy to hide and hard to defend. After they have seen you, if anything happens to you, none of them can escape any consequences."
Jian Qiaoxin knew that Yan Gan would not make such a choice if he weren't thinking it through. He thought for a long time and nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Yan Gan looked at the younger man with amusement: "Aren't you afraid I will sell you off?"
Jian Qiaoxin snorted: "I'm not afraid. Your son is in my belly. Tigers will not eat their own cubs. You said that."
Yan Gan nodded in agreement: "Our Xiao Xin are really smart."
"..."
Don't think of me as a kid!
The driver first returned to the house to drop off Jian Qiaoxin. When Jian Qiaoxin said goodbye to Yan Gan, he couldn't help but say a few words like reminding Yan Gan to remember to eat, because with Yan Gan's character, if no one reminded him, he would not eat.
Yan Gan said helplessly: "okay, okay, okay."
Jian Qiaoxin pinched his waist: "You don't have to perfuse me, okay?"
"..."
Yan Gan actually felt a sense of being controlled by someone for the first time. He gave a "tsk": "Uncle thinks that you should be in place of Secretary Li."
Jian Qiaoxin was a little embarrassed, his ears were slowly dyed red: "I don't."
Yan Gan smiled: "Then I will thank you in place of Secretary Li."
"..."
When Yan Gan's car left, Jian Qiaoxin went into the garden. Aunt Zhang had received a call and was waiting at home. She was very excited when she saw Jian Qiaoxin and took his hand so affectionately.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "I brought some things back from the mountain. They were all made at home. You can look through them and see what you can make with them."
Aunt Zhang said she got it, she looked around Jian Qiaoxin again and said with a smile: "You are not at home, A Gan hasn't come back once. You are back now, he should be back tonight."
Jian Qiaoxin thought that Yan Gan did come to see him, so he pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't make fun of me."
"I'm gratified." Aunt Zhang took Jian Qiaoxin upstairs: "If you are here, he knows he has a home."
Jian Qiaoxin listened to the mixed feelings in his heart, but after another thought, he would actually forget whether he had a home or not. He wandered to different rental houses all year round, with no place to rely on. The house on the mountain was also empty and unattended.
He insisted on going back to the mountains every year to make himself feel that he has a home, for a living person, the most terrible thing is to have no hope. What he should focus on now was to give birth to the child, and he must have a solid income in the entertainment industry.
Everyone always has a family, he has one, and so is Yan Gan.
Three days later
Today was New Year's Eve. If in an ordinary people's house, this might be the day of family reunion, but in the Yan's house, it was the day when a bunch of demons and ghosts meet.
Because he was going to Yan's old house, Jian Qiaoxin started to pick a suit, but Yan Gan stopped him.
Yan Gan leaned against the door: "Don't wear a suit if you don't feel comfortable wearing it."
Jian Qiaoxin held the clothes hesitantly: "But there should be a lot of people today. If I don't wear formal clothes, will it not be good? People will say that I'm being unruly."
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Gan smiled: "I want to see who dares to say it."
Jian Qiaoxin glared at him, and in the end Yan Gan still chose a bigger suit for him. This dress was also a formal tuxedo, but it was looser and more comfortable.
When he got in the car, Jian Qiaoxin was already a little restless. He was not this nervous when he was preparing to debut.
Yan Gan looked at him with one hand propping his chin, "What are you feeling nervous about?"
Jian Qiaoxin was not stubborn this time. He hung his head: "I'm afraid of embarrassing you."
Yan Gan paused for a moment, then sighed in his heart. He said quietly: "Stop."
The driver in front hurriedly chose a spot on the roadside and stopped the car. The car gradually came to a stop, and they were surrounded by the quiet night. From time to time, fireworks ignited in the air, which was very bright and beautiful.
Yan Gan faced him and ordered in a deep voice: "Xiao Xin, look at me."
Jian Qiaoxin raised his head and met Yan Gan's deep eyes. Those eyes seemed to have magical powers, soothing Jian Qiaoxin's agitated soul.
Yan Gan bent down slightly and dropped a kiss on the youth's fair and smooth forehead: "Don't be afraid, Uncle will be there with you, I will definitely not let others bully you."
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