Manshu couldn't stand the solemn looks on Yan Zhan and Yan Zhentian's faces.
"My life was actually pretty good when I was a kid. My neighbor Wang Yi took good care of me, and there was also a young man named Chen Chuan. We grew up together. He was very good at fights and would protect Wang Yi and me every time."
"Boy?"
Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows.
"A good fighter?" Yan Zhentian's eyes lit up.
"He's just my good friend, I don't mean anything else." Manshu immediately explained when he saw Yan Zhan's expression was wrong.
Yan Zhentian hated the fact that iron cannot become steel: "What do you want to explain to him? You and that Sichuanzi grew up together, and they are childhood sweethearts."
"Even if you have something, Grandpa will not object!"
Manshu looked at the old man speechlessly: Of course you are nothing, but the look on Third Uncle's face said everything.
"We are just good friends. What can we do? With Kawako in front of us, she is no different from good sisters."
This was what Wang Yi used to say to stop others, and Manshu found it easy to use it.
Speaking of Chen Chuan, Chen Chuan and Wang Yi came over hand in hand.
The two of them also returned to their hometowns recently.
As soon as I heard that Grandma Yan and Manshu were back, the adults asked them to come and bring the New Year gifts.
The two of them have a good relationship with Manshu. In fact, they give each other gifts every Chinese New Year, which is not too surprising.
However, Chen Chuan and Wang Yi were a little surprised when they met Yan Zhan and Mr. Yan at Yan's house.
Although they met the two of them at Manshu's recognition party and even stayed at Yan's house for a day, they didn't have much contact with them.
The aura of these two people makes people feel a little scared.
Especially after learning that the boy who came in was Manshu's sweetheart Chen Chuan, Yan Zhan became even more aura.
"Why are your grandfather and uncle here?" Wang Yi pulled Manshu and muttered beside him.
Manshu: "I heard that the folk customs in our village are simple and the Chinese New Year is more exciting, so why don't we come to the countryside to celebrate the Chinese New Year together?"
"But..." Wang Yixin said, if they stopped there casually, the villagers would not dare to communicate with them.
Chen Chuan didn't care about this. He talked to Manshu about his experience during this holiday.
Manshu recommended him to Feng Jin's crew before. After the filming was completed, the director liked him very much, so he introduced him to another job.
One after another, he has made two or three movies.
Although some of them are only cameos in one or two scenes, I have to say that the more I film Chen Chuan, the more I feel like it.
"I have a hunch that I'm going to be popular."
He put his arms around one shoulder and said, "Hurry up and save a few more of my signatures. When it becomes popular, it will be difficult to get my signature again."
"Okay, I'll give each of you a hundred tickets, is that enough?"
"Look at the righteousness of our brothers, right?"
Manshu and Wang Yi groaned at the same time, neither bothering to pay attention to him.
Yan Zhan, on the other hand, stared at Chen Chuan's hand on Manshu's shoulder with burning eyes.
If the scene were changed, Yan Zhentian would definitely be angrier than Yan Zhan.
But doesn’t Yan Zhan look deflated now?
Besides, this kid seems to have no interest in his own children.
So, he dragged Yan Zhan to the kitchen and said, "Let's not just sit here and be an eyesore. Let's go help Grandma Manshu."
Yan Zhan couldn't say not to go.
Chen Chuan realized later and quietly asked Manshu: "Why do I feel that the way your third uncle looked at me just now was not right?"
He was so scared that he didn't dare to look up, for fear that Yan Zhan would kill him with a single glance.
Not to mention, if someone like Yan Zhan were to film a movie, he would definitely be the material to play a killer.