Chapter 1847: Chapter 872: Things in the Story_2
It really wasn’t anything else; the phone was found in the woods not far from the beach. Unfortunately, though there were trees, there were also quite a few rocks. What was found could only barely be considered the phone’s remains.
In the end, I could only take out the SIM card.
Since I can’t receive calls, there can’t really be anything important. Even if I could receive calls, Boss Yan wouldn’t have ti to deal with other matters now.
Being with you is the most important thing!
This remark lessened the embarrassnt in Xu Xiaoyan’s heart, and she finally erged, deliberately looking indifferent: “You just know how to say sweet things to make happy, humph!”
While speaking, she was about to get up — already quite hungry, and slling the aroma of delicious chicken soup, she couldn’t hold back. Considering that this guy still cares about her, forgive him!
As to what on earth to forgive him for, and what he did wrong, this issue should not be delved into.
Thinking like this, she just moved and couldn’t help but frown.
“Still feeling unwell?” Yan Fei hastily stood up. “Take it slow, I’ll get your back propped up, you just sit tight.”
Originally, she was also thinking to get mad as a cover, but seeing Yan Xiaofei bustling around, the girl couldn’t muster any anger — those hands that could nimbly write on people’s faces without anyone noticing or feeling it; hands that could even lift catty’s weight and slap a fierce tiger away.
Yet now, he’s carefully adjusting the pillow and blanket for her, afraid she might feel uncomfortable lying down. This mont conjures all sorts of thoughts in the girl’s mind, making the pain seem not so severe.
Once the girl is settled, Yan Fei proactively picks up the soup, carefully using the spoon, sowhat clumsily scooping a spoonful, ready to feed her.
Xu Xiaoyan sweetly opens her mouth, takes a sip of soup: “Not bad, still has the sa taste.”
“That’s good!” Yan Fei is also satisfied, then the next spoonful cos more skillfully.
After sipping a couple of tis, then taking a bite of the sweet-flavored sweet potato bun, the girl feels much more comfortable. Silently waiting for Yan Xiaofei to feed her soup, this kind of life is truly… sweet.
Just when the soup is almost finished, she suddenly rembers a question: “Yan Xiaofei, how did you get here … in here…”
And then she couldn’t say anything!
As she speaks, she casts her glance behind Yan Fei.
Behind Yan Fei, a small stove emitting smoke. It’s that kind unique to ho, a small coal stove, specifically a bit more rustic than those commonly seen at ho. An unsightly little stove, yet through the gaps in the stove and the pot above, the inside can still be seen, black but with the coal balls already burned red at several holes.
The pot also looks familiar, a kind peculiar to ho. It can serve as a jar for pickled vegetables, a vessel for frying dicine, and also pot for making soup.
These things seem unremarkable, but considering that now they are in Arica’s Hollywood, inside a supposedly star-rated big hotel — and that stove sits boldly in the hotel room, on the seemingly luxurious carpet.
That’s where the problem lies!
“Yan Xiaofei, where did you get these things?”
“Drink the soup, I’ll tell you later.” Yan Fei chuckles.
Truthfully, he already thought it over, he’s about to explain everything to his wife soon. Even if she might find it incredible, might even be terrified he’s a monster, or there might be any other unimaginable reactions of hers…
Nevertheless, it’s all irrelevant; she is indeed his wife now. Even if the old gramps were still alive, knowing the once joking ‘child bride’ has turned to what she is now, he wouldn’t hit or scold, forbidding him from divulging his secrets, right?
Thinking of this makes Yan Fei feel relaxed, truly happy from within. That sense of relief is indescribable, even speaking of it, others could hardly comprehend.
The secret he held from childhood can finally be shared with soone.
Yes, the old man knew, but that wasn’t sharing, just startling. The robust man who could have horses run on his arms, upon realizing his grandson’s a weirdo, frets until aged visibly more — not fearing the grandson’s supernatural ability, but fearing others might find out and consider him a freak.
Always guarding a secret, to Yan Sanfen, is also torturous.
Thus his character from childhood was a bit eccentric, mostly after grandpa passed away, he dramatically turned into a naughty child, resembling a little thug. Moreover, when getting into fights with people, he’s rcilessly ruthless.
This kind of eccentric solitary behavior, even vicious ruthlessness, all perhaps stems from prolonged repression venting. Maybe even this he himself didn’t realize, nor would any psychologist co to analyze the behavior of a naughty child deed an idiot in the township.
Fortuitously, one day he suddenly had an epiphany, feeling like he needed to find a wife.
And he, a teen naughty child, the marriageable girl he could think of and find was none other than the neighboring Little Third Ni’er he grew up playing with.
Fortuitously, this disregarded Little Ni’er since childhood turned out pretty well, not only strong-willed but also carrying traditional feminine virtues. Not only possessing the mindset to follow the man married, be he a cock or dog, but she’s ready to be the woman behind a successful man.
It’s because she consistently stayed honest and slightly silly in following Yan Sanfen’s antics, yet played the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother at crucial tis, making Yan Sanfen foolishly regard her as his ‘kite string’.
As thoughts progressed to this point, Yan Fei couldn’t think further.
He hesitates, wondering what he would be like without the wife. Thus, he feels he should sincerely thank her.
Then he notices, Xu Xiaoyan glaring at him, enraged. Upon looking again, he accidentally spilled the soup on the quilt. Not only the quilt, but the girl’s chin has it too.
No wonder she’s glaring at him angrily.
“Shall I continue tell you the story?” Without waiting for her to speak, Yan Xiaofei starts shifting topics.
“What story?” The girl’s indeed still a bit foolish, upon hearing him she ‘forgot’ the displeasure caused by his distraction.
“Tell…” Yan Fei thinks for a mont. “Continue with the story of how I can turn into a dinosaur then!”
“Then go ahead!” She nods, instinctively grabs the remaining bit of bun, has a bite. “Tell sothing novel, I’m tired of the old stuff.”
Tired of the old was previously, catching people involved, fearing she couldn’t bear it, Yan Xiaofei abstained from ntioning that!
Where should he begin this ti?
Yan Fei hesitates, starting from when the Japanese used the guise of investnt to seize his cattle farm!
From his understanding of the girl, as long as the grievance is presented first, she would imdiately join him in solidarity, even if he did sothing excessive, she would wholly take his side.
“…as soon as I deciphered their intentions, at once felt, I ought to show them so toughness…” Yan Fei narrates while feeding her soup, boasting his brilliance and bravery. “Hence I turned into a little black bird, flying off to Japan…”
“…then I thought the sa, so when you weren’t around , I secretly flew over…”
She listens quietly, occasionally glancing at the small stove, saying nothing.
Truthfully her mood is a bit unsettled, always feeling Yan Sanfen’s story this ti, seems extrely earnest, awfully… as if conveying facts.
He hadn’t been like this before?
He’s just fond of boasting, boasting until dizzying. No matter the event, always boasting himself up to the heavens and underworld resounding able, practically like immortals or spirits.
She listened to so much, every ti afterward mocks his vivid imagination.
But why does this ti feel different?
Aha, previously he rely bragged about his ‘wisdom and bravery’, never speaking of so many details. But this ti, narrating events when both are together, always adding a line: “While you were away, I then…”
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