"Hahaha, how can there be so many wishful things in the world? They come and go and they only stop after getting drunk." An Buwang stretched the cup in front of Yan Xitong.
Yan Xitong lazily held the cup and touched it.
"Tell me, did you do it?" Yan Xitong asked without giving up.
An Bu forgot to laugh: "You drank too much at that time, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear it."
Yan Xitong stared at An Buwang in a daze, tears seemed to have gathered in his eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head and choked with sobs: "Thank you, fifth brother, for taking care of me."
"Yes, a brother should take care of his younger brother." An Buwang reached out and touched Yan Xitong's head lovingly.
"Fifth brother, do you still remember when you were a kid and played building a snowman? My father said that whoever builds the snowman will be given a horse." Yan Xitong wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and asked with a smile.
"Of course I remember, you were weak at that time, and my father only allowed you to watch, but not touch the snow. You stood in the corridor and watched them play."
"Then fourth brother came." Yan Xitong looked longingly.
"Well, he rolled a snow dumpling and stuffed it into your hand." Anbu said calmly.
Yan Xitong nodded: "I don't know why, but when my father found out about this, he became furious and almost beat the fourth brother to death."
An Buwang lowered his head: "Children are always ignorant. How could they know that you are weak? They just want you to be like others."
Yan Xitong trembled, then suddenly smiled and raised his head: "You are not Fifth Brother."
An Bu forgot to pause and laughed for a while: "Old man, you are drunk."
"I am not drunk. You are not the fifth brother at all. When I was drunk in the palace, my brothers had not yet rebelled, and my father was still alive." Yan Xitong stood up excitedly, with disbelief in his eyes.
Looks like: "Who the hell are you?"
Not only Yan Xitong, but all of us were shocked. This person was not Yan Hui? Then who could he be?
Xia Yan pulled down his mask, his face expression unfathomable.
After a while, I heard An Buwang's deep voice coming from below: "Does it matter who I am?"
Yan Xitong nodded without hesitation: "It's important."
"Well, do you want to know who I am, or do you want Yan Xiaoqing to come back? You can only choose one of the two."
Yan Xitong was stunned. Even we didn't expect that An Buwang would make such a difficult request at this time.
"I...I want to know who you are, and I also want Fourth Brother to come back." Yan Xitong muttered.
This spoiled child always lives a life of having everything he needs, and he doesn't know how to make choices.
At this time, I heard a rooster crow in the distance.
An Buwang suddenly looked at the window and stood up.
Yan Xitong stood up staggeringly: "What are you going to do?"
"It's time for me to go." He walked and said nothing, feeling lonely.
Yan Xitong blinked, still a little confused: "Where are you going?"
Drunk people always act foolishly, and Yan Xitong is no exception.
Even I was amused by his confused look, let alone An Bu Wang?
An Bu smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to be reincarnated."
"You haven't said who you are, so you're not allowed to leave." Yan Xitong opened his arms to stop An Bu Wang. Yan Xitong was so stubborn, but he forgot that An Bu Wang was a ghost. He wanted to leave, but no one could stay.
live.
Batuzi and Shakshe looked depressed. They had never encountered such a strange thing in their entire lives. What surprised me was that even though we had guessed wrong, this ghost was still willing to fulfill his promise.
"If I tell you who I am, this body will belong to me. There is no such person as Yan Xiaoqing in the world anymore. You should think carefully." An Buwang deliberately made things difficult.
