When Yan Xiaolan despised herself countless times in her heart, there was a sudden knock on the door. She opened the door, and Yan Che and Yan stood outside the door, looking tired.
"Uncle, what's the matter?" Yan Xiaolan asked Yan Cheyu.
Yan Cheyu said: "It's nothing. Uncle wants to ask Qin Hu and others to escort you to Mount Emei. I wonder if you are willing?"
"Mount Emei?" Yan Xiaolan came back to Sichuan this time to learn martial arts. But she had always mistakenly believed that Mount Qingcheng ranked first among all mountains in terms of martial arts. Therefore, her original plan was to, after returning to Sichuan,
After staying at home for two days, she went to Mount Qingcheng to study art. Now that Yanche and Que said they wanted to send her to Mount Emei, she had to think carefully.
"Well, Mount Emei has been a place of retreat for Zen masters since ancient times. There are countless hermits there. When you go there, no matter how rampant the Tang Sect people are, they won't dare to do anything to you there."
After listening to Yan Cheyu's words, Yan Xiaolan thought for a moment and felt that it was right, so she nodded in agreement. When she committed suicide by jumping off a cliff in Mount Emei, the kind-hearted old monk she met was very unusual.
After breakfast, Yan Xiaolan set foot on the road to Mount Emei under the escort of Qin Hu and others. Before leaving, Yan Xiaolan looked at Yan Che and Yan Che with a very worried look. She no longer resented her
This is my uncle.
"Let's go, uncle will be fine." Yan Cheyu waved to Yan Xiaolan and turned around to enter the house. Yan Xiaolan then led everyone into an off-road vehicle.
When the off-road vehicle drove through the small group of woods outside the villa, Yan Xiaolan couldn't help but take another look at the woods that carried the sorrow and joy of her childhood.
"Miss Yan, you seem to have a special liking for this forest." Seeing Yan Xiaolan's expression, Qin Hu, who was sitting next to her, said knowingly.
"Well, here are the laughter and tears of my childhood." Yan Xiaolan suddenly remembered the boy who had been with her for nearly two years. He once called her Little Orchid, and she once found happiness in him.
"It seems that Miss Yan's childhood was not very happy." Qin Hu put it bluntly.
"By the way, Uncle Qin, please call me Xiaolan from now on. Don't always call me Miss Yan or Miss Yan as a junior. This will shorten my life." Yan Xiaolan quickly got rid of the worries in her heart.
Sad, he said to Qin Hu with a smile. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Qin Hu to see through Yan Xiaolan's change of joy and sorrow so quickly.
"Well, Miss Yan," Qin Hu suddenly hesitated to speak to Yan Xiaolan shyly. For a man like him to say such words to a woman who is not yet twenty years old, he
It's really hard to explain.
"You still call me Miss Yan?" Yan Xiaolan said pretending to be angry, "Uncle Qin - I am less than twenty years old, and I am still a little girl with yellow hair. And you have been in the business for so many years, so you are qualified in every aspect.
Now that you are my teacher, it is not an exaggeration for me to call you uncle."
Qin Hu nodded dully.
"Since I call you uncle, then you should naturally call me Xiaolan, miss, miss. It's not awkward for you to call me, but it sounds awkward to me."
Yan Xiaolan was moved by emotion and understood by reason. Qin Hu finally changed his name to Yan Xiaolan with great difficulty, "Xiaolan, let Uncle Qin follow you from now on and take care of you!"
Hearing Qin Hu's nondescript words, Yan Xiaolan fainted. No matter how she listened, Yan Xiaolan felt that these words were a bit like the lines in a TV series where the hero confessed to the heroine. Heaven, earth, Yan Xiaolan's