C47 The Entrance and Exit of the Maze

The world of mortals is dirty and dirty.

"Done?"

Yan Xuan left Lyi Yan's home and did not live next door. He went downstairs and walked out of the apartment. His Land Rover stopped by the roadside and jumped. Jack leaned against the car and smoked. He watched as he walked over and stepped on the cigarette butt to extinguish it. Yan Xuan nodded and didn't say much. He opened the passenger seat and got into the car. He put on his seatbelt and leaned back slightly. He looked a little tired.

"Are you alright? Stomach pain? Or arm pain? Should we look for Second Young Master?" Jack also got into the car. He followed Yan Xuan and was willing to be a young assistant. Step by step, they had come to this day. Regarding some of Yan Xuan's habits and personal preferences, he was already very familiar with them.

"Let's go back to Purple Garden." Yan Xuan turned his head and did not want to be too weak in front of Jack. "It's late. I still have to go to work tomorrow. After sending me off, you should go back and rest early."

"Don't be so polite with me." Jack turned off his double jump and stepped on the accelerator. The car drove the two of them towards Purple Garden.

The weather was a little stuffy. The windows on both sides were half open, and the night wind brought with it the coolness of the end of spring. Yan Xuan's drowsy consciousness was slightly awake. A week was not enough for him to fully recover, and after being discharged for a week, he was busy. Obviously, it was not something a patient like him should do. Qi Mingyu called him every day to urge him to take medicine and rest. He tried his best to do it. But it was only to try his best. For example, tonight was an exception.

His right arm was dislocated, there was a slight fracture and muscle strain. After a week of treatment, at present, he could only maintain a normal life. He needed to take something lighter. Regardless of whether he could drive or not, Jack insisted on being his driver. He was not afraid of anything. What Jack said was not unreasonable. If there was a traffic accident at this time... To him, it was undoubtedly unnecessary trouble. Therefore, Yan Xuan did not refuse. At least on the surface, he seemed to be happy to accept this help. However, every time he made some awkward pleasantries, Jack would think of this as Yan Xuan's "I'm sorry."

"Is dinner very annoying?"

"... " A little, I saw a few annoying people. "

Tonight, Yan Xuan originally planned to directly go to the city hospital to find Lyi Yan. However, before he got off work, he was pulled to the banquet by Sheng Ruichen. The banquet was set in a secret private clubhouse. Who would attend? Jack had no idea what the purpose was. He only knew that the meal lasted for more than four hours. When Yan Xuan called him to pick him up, it was already past eleven o'clock. After picking her up, he went straight to the apartment and waited for Lyi Yan.

The only thing worth rejoicing about was that Yan Xuan did not drink.

"Are you going to take a break tomorrow? I see that you don't look good."

"Just do it. There are still a few things on your hands waiting to be dealt with."

Along the way, Yan Xuan did not seem like he wanted to speak. Jack did not know that he was in a bad mood. Or if he was not in good health, he would always pick a topic in silence. Yan Xuan answered with a simple sentence and kept silent. Just like that, the car drove all the way to Purple Garden. Jack watched Yan Xuan enter the house before driving away.

He took off his coat, tore off his tie, and put down his handbag. Yan Xuan sat on the sofa in the living room for a while. There was no one else. He could finally put down his disguise and put his hand on his stomach. He leaned against the soft sofa and closed his eyes in discomfort. The aftereffects of the electric baton were quite obvious. He had been a little tired, cold, and hungry these days. His stomach was twisting and spasming. Most of the time, stomach medicine and painkillers were useless to him. It could only clench its teeth and wait for it to stop after it was done messing around.

When I was 13 years old, my mother died in a car accident. My relationship with my father is very bad...

He was thinking that if he did not meet Yan Zhengyuan during dinner tonight... After meeting Lyi Yan, he wouldn't have said so much. Was it a momentary feeling, or was it because the atmosphere at that time was just right? In short, he suddenly wanted to find someone to 'complain' about the unhappiness and discomfort in his heart, even though the other party might not completely believe him. Or perhaps... Thought he made up another story to trick her.

Alright, everyone is doing this for the sake of their wishes. You two, father and son, don't make things difficult for each other. Zhengyuan, apologize. Xuan, what you should have done has been messed up. Didn't De lock him up? This matter ends here.

The meal was not a Hongmen Banquet, but a meal to reconcile. The one who came out to make peace was neither Sheng Ruibin nor Sheng Ruichen. Instead, it was the Empress Dowager, Madam Ruan Lin. As the mother of Sheng Ruibin and Sheng Ruichen, as well as Sheng Tianyu's grandmother, an old man in his eighties didn't look old at all. Not only did he maintain his appearance and figure well, but he also took good care of himself. He definitely had the demeanor of the Yang family's general, She Yu.

This matter had come to an end. It wasn't just about the disagreement between Yan Xuan and Yan Zhengyuan, but also about the investigation of Sheng Ruibin and Sheng Ruichen. Clearly, they were helping Sheng Tianyuan in a roundabout way, expressing their love for him.

I'm sorry, we couldn't dissuade you because of the situation. They had no choice but to use the underhanded method. After that, I also regretted listening to De's instigation. You were my biological son after all. Your mother died early again...

Yan Zhengyuan, who had not answered the phone and did not appear, lowered his posture. He followed the old lady's wishes and apologized to Yan Xuan. He said a few words that almost made him cry. Yan Xuan watched him act and felt that he had chosen the wrong path as a music producer. It would be a pity if he did not become an actor.

Alright, Xuan, you just recovered from your serious illness, so you don't drink. Instead, you use tea as wine. Stop putting on airs. Asking your father to apologize to your son is already giving you enough face.

Face?

Yes, face. He had to give him some face. There were some things he had to do. For example, he picked up a cup of tea and clinked it with Yan Zhengyuan, then drank it all. It was a settlement. The scene of everyone being happy was really ridiculous. This could be considered to be the dinner of the Sheng family. Yan Zhengyuan ate happily and happily. He raised his glass and toasted repeatedly with a flattering face. He didn't feel any guilt about what had happened in the past. After dinner, Yan Zhengyuan suggested playing mahjong with the alcohol. The old lady. She liked it very much, so she set up the table and started playing mahjong. She also insisted on pulling Yan Xuan to the side and watching until it was past eleven o'clock. He only gave up after four rounds.

I've been calling you, why didn't you pick it up and return it?

I've been very busy recently, and I don't have anything to say to you.

Before De was taken away, he had said a lot to me.

Is that so? Is it bad news about me?

He said that the one who killed his mother was his father.

...

He also said that you were at the scene of the incident. You clearly saw his father get out of the car. But let his father escape. Because he knew that their family was poor and could not afford to pay for it. The insurance contract stated that if an accident happened and a hit-and-run happened, the compensation would be 30% more than that of the perpetrator.

...

Do you think De doesn't know about this? No, even if De knew about this, as long as his father died, how could De explain what happened that year clearly? So, I checked and found out that De's father was paralyzed after having a stroke. He had been in the nursing home the whole time and died a month before Tina's accident.

I don't understand what you're saying at all.

Hehe, then let me make it simple. I have a father, but he is worse than a pig or dog.

At the end of the dinner, he experienced the worst conversation of his life. At that moment, he felt as if he had been dismembered to death. The reason why he could still calm down was all because of the awakening of gastric spasms. The pain made him unable to think too much. He waited for Yan Zhengyuan to leave. He vomited all the food he ate for the night on the roadside and emptied his stomach. He also emptied his body and his mind was blown by the night wind. He became more clear-headed.

There was a contract in the bag that he had gotten from Sheng Ruichen. The contract involved another family. He would investigate the matter of Yan Zhengyuan and De. He could not ignore the cause of the cause of affection, the two mothers. He could not let go of any one of them. Therefore, being weak had nothing to do with him. After understanding this, he let go of the hand that was pressing against his abdomen. He smoked a cigarette, and after calming himself down completely, he called Jack.

Nothing.

He didn't have much hope for Yan Zhengyuan, so there was nothing to be disappointed about.

"Heh..."

After recovering from his discomfort, Yan Xuan stood up shakily. He walked into the bathroom and took a shower to wash off the sticky sweat on his body. After changing into his comfortable silk pajamas, he poured himself a cup of hot water. After taking the medicine, he turned off the light and walked to the bedroom. His wrist, which was holding the staircase railing, was slightly sore as he recalled. He thought about the scene when he and Lyi Yan pulled Lyi Faang together. He thought about all kinds of expressions on her face. Happy, angry, stunned, helpless and naughty... She was lively and lively. Unknowingly, he felt a little better.

In the future, the matter of Yan becoming a singer would be left to Xuan, okay?

His footsteps stopped in front of the bedroom door, and the corners of Yan Xuan's lips curled up slightly. He turned around and went down to the second floor. He took a guitar from the activity room. He went back to the third floor and walked into the study room. There was no sleepiness at all. He felt a lot in his heart. His mother... Lyi Yan's mother and the man that the two silly women loved deeply. Such a similar tragic story. He and Lyi Yan had a similar family. If they had not been separated for eight years, what kind of relationship would they have now?

Yan Xuan turned on the ceiling light in the study and rubbed his slightly spasming stomach. He sat down at the table and turned on the table light on the desk. The entire study was arranged in a very simple manner. On the entire wall of the bookshelf... The classification was filled with books. Upon closer inspection, most of them were in the music field. The desk in front of the bookshelf was milky white, full of a modern feeling. The lines were smooth and the design was exquisite. A lamp was placed on the desk. A beam of light shone down from above and drew a bright yellow circle on the desk.

Yan Xuan took a few blank five-line specs from the drawer and selected a sharpened pencil in the pen holder. He wrote a few notes and soon there was a prelude to a song. Her beautiful fingers strummed the strings of the guitar. The prelude sounded a little depressing. With a few deep notes, Yan Xuan lowered his eyes slightly. He continued to play according to his feelings. After playing a piece, he felt that it was not bad. He picked up the pencil and wrote it down, then continued to play. Repeating like this...

When the new song came out, it was already past two o'clock in the morning. He wanted to fill in the words, but it didn't go very smoothly. Other than the name of the song, Labyrinth, which matched his thoughts, the words were a little rough. He couldn't perfectly express the emotions he wanted to express.

Probably because he was tired, he thought. Lying on the bed, he felt that he was tired enough and should fall into a deep sleep. In the end, even though he slept, he kept having nightmares. It was even more tiring than not sleeping.

At five o'clock in the morning, he did not want to sleep anymore. He got up to wash up and changed the lyrics for a while. When it was past six o'clock, he cooked breakfast himself and took the newspaper from the door. He would usually read the entertainment section twice. The professionals would look at the door, while the laymen would watch the show. The information he saw from it was naturally different from that of an ordinary person. Just like that, it was eight o'clock in the morning. When Jack came to pick him up, he had already put on his suit and tie, and was meticulously waiting at the door.

"How was your rest last night?" Jack saw that his expression was still not good, so he asked even though he knew the answer.

"Not bad, just like that." Yan Xuan ignored his inquiring gaze and took a long step into the car.

The car was about to look at Sheng Wan when Soong Yiyi suddenly called. She said that Lyi Yan did not go to the hospital early in the morning to take care of her father but went to Yuanshan Cemetery. It seemed very unusual. She was a little worried and also had important compulsory lessons to attend. So...

"Jack, let's go to Yuanshan Cemetery."

The facts proved that every time she encountered Lyi Yan, she would ask Yan Xuan for help. It was always right.