When they finally left the game hall..,
Ye Huanyan was holding a huge Doraemon in her hands and a candy-shaped pillow that looked like a child's.
Ling Li and Ling Xue could be considered to have a big harvest. Each of them carried a 'big sack' and walked on the road as if they were doll vendors who were going to the night market to set up a stall.
"Brother Linghan, the two of you only managed to catch these two things after working for so long?"
Ling Li rolled his eyes at Ye Huanyan. "Did Ye Huanyan catch such a big basket of coins? This idiot is obviously a handicapped person. "
Ling Han coughed dryly and looked embarrassed.
"It's getting late. I'll send you back."
It was getting late.
Starting from New Year's Eve, there would be five consecutive days of fireworks in the city center. Today was the last day.
Before getting in the car, a huge hole was cut open by the fireworks in the distant night sky. The sound of explosions rose and fell one after another, exploding in the night sky. It was very lively.
Ling Xue threw a big bag of dolls into the trunk of Ling Han's car. Then, she stood by the side of the road and danced. There was a hint of childishness in her clear voice.
"Wow, Sister, Brother, look, it's a fireworks party!"
Ye Huanyan had just opened the car door when she heard the sound. She looked through the windshield in front of the car and saw the night sky that was illuminated brilliantly by the fireworks.
The sound of the fireworks dispelled the oppressive feeling in the car, making Ye Huanyan feel relieved. Under the background of the fireworks, the car drove through the main city area and headed in the direction of the old mansion.
The sound of the fireworks gradually faded away. The two girls who had played in the back seat all day fell asleep at some point.
The car gradually fell into silence.
"The servants of the old mansion have all gone back, right?"
Ling Han's voice was very soft, probably because he was afraid of waking up his two sisters.
Ye Huanyan was stunned for a few seconds and nodded.
"Yes, when we left in the morning, most of the servants had come back. Aunt Zhang should be back at noon."
"Is there any problem at home? How's Grandma these two days? "
"No problem."
Ye Huanyan shook her head. Seeing that Ling Han was interested in talking to her, she unknowingly became more talkative.
"The old house has been quite lively these days. Chris and Little Bean are accompanying Grandma every day. Uncle often goes out, but he doesn't go far. He just strolls around the old town and goes back when it's time to eat. Ling Li and Ling Xue are not as noisy as before. They are more or less sensible. But Grandma still says that it's better for children to be noisy …"
After rambling on for a long time, Ye Huanyan suddenly realized that she was talking nonsense again. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She slowly turned her head and nervously observed Ling Han's expression.
His expression was calm as he stared straight ahead at the road in front of the windshield. His side profile was as cold as ever, and his hands on the steering wheel looked very serious.
"Almost there."
Ye Huanyan watched as his thin lips moved up and down a few times before his voice rang in her ears.
He didn't seem to be annoyed with her.
She slowly exhaled, nodded, and replied, "Yes."
Compared to the bustling and bustling city center, the old town with firecrackers everywhere and the big red lanterns on the doors of every house was more festive.
When they got out of the car, Ye Huanyan woke up the two girls in the back seat. The two rubbed their eyes and yawned as they got out of the car and staggered into the house. The helpers helped carry the things in the trunk and followed them.
Ye Huanyan unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around to ask, "Aren't you coming down to see Grandma?"
Ling Han held the steering wheel with an indifferent expression.
"No need. They called to rush me."
He was referring to Wen Qingwan's maternal family, his maternal grandfather's family.
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. It was as if she had touched a minefield. She was cautious and didn't dare to ask more.
"Then … then, be careful on the road."
She pushed open the car door. When she left, her expression was a little stiff.
A cold voice came from behind her.
"I'll be back before the eighth."
She didn't know if his voice was too soft or the night wind was too strong, but this voice sounded a little dreamy to Ye Huanyan. It wasn't real.
Ling Han's car drove away. From afar, she could only see the back of a car with black and gray exhaust fumes disappearing around the corner of the street. She stood at the door in a daze, a little absent-minded.
Her mind replayed the moment she turned around to look at his mouth, the indifferent expression on his face, and the sentence floating in the wind.
"The wind in the old town is strong. It's easy to catch a cold. Don't stand outside. Hurry up and go back."
These words were genuinely concerned about her, right?
She stood in the wind for a long time and took a deep breath, as if she was secretly confirming something in her heart. After a long while, the corners of her mouth finally bloomed into a smile.
Late at night.
Ye Huanyan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She got up to take a look. It was snowing outside, so she simply put on a coat and went out to enjoy the snow. Standing at the door, she rubbed her hands. A gust of cold wind blew in her face, and the snow fluttered down in the courtyard like cotton wool.
With a creak, a tall and straight figure walked out of the room diagonally opposite. He closed the door sneakily, then slowly turned his head and met Ye Huanyan's eyes.
"Uncle … you are …"
Ye Huanyan stared at Ling Dongyu in a daze.
His well-defined hands were holding half a pack of cigarettes. When he heard the sound, he suddenly shrank back and looked up at Ye Huanyan in embarrassment.
"Yan Yan … this, hahaha, it's snowing. The scenery outside is pretty good. I came out for a walk."
In the corridor.
Ling Dongyu lit the cigarette at the tip of his finger. After taking a puff, he exhaled a puff of smoke in satisfaction.
"It's just smoking. Why are you being so sneaky?"
Ye Huanyan was a little puzzled. "Didn't Chris let you smoke?"
Ling Dongyu waved his hand that was holding the cigarette. The smoke in the corridor was even thicker. Ye Huanyan hid back, avoiding the smoky air.
"She doesn't care about me." Ling Dongyu's voice was very casual.
"Then why?"
"It's all because of Ling Zhan. A month ago, I made an appointment with him to quit smoking."
Ling Dongyu frowned and was quite dissatisfied.
"How old is this damn brat to start learning to smoke? What's wrong with him? He's making a mess at home with Chris."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. "Are you saying that Ling Zhan is smoking?"
The fifteen-year-old Ling Zhan had always been a representative of good conduct. He was completely different from his father, Ling Dongyu, who was not good since he was young. Since he was young, he did what his parents asked him to do well, and he firmly refused to do what he was not allowed to do. He did not look like a child who would smoke.
"Then uncle, what are you …"
"I've been smoking for so long. How can it be so easy to quit? I'll just coax the child. You didn't see anything today."
Ling Dongyu turned around and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the snow in the corridor. He grinned at Ye Huanyan.
"Don't tell Ling Zhan."
After saying this, Ling Dongyu raised one leg and directly stepped over the wooden railing of the corridor. He crossed the snowy courtyard and quietly returned to the house.
Ye Huanyan smiled helplessly.
Just as she was about to return to the house, there was another creak.
Ye Huanyan was stunned. She looked up and saw Ling Zhan standing at the door with half a pack of cigarettes in his hand. When he saw Ye Huanyan, his face tightened a little, just like Ling Dongyu.
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