Yangzhai.
A compound villa combining modern and traditional Chinese elements.
Sitting on a Qingyun Mountain in the east of the Cloud City, next to an island, it is a real treasure land with mountains and rivers.
The courtyard is like the pattern of Wangfu, which is built with the concept of three entrances, three courtyards and seven landscapes.
Of course, the history of this courtyard can be traced back to the last century. After several generations of reconstruction, it has become a combination of Chinese and western.
Yang family has been a scholar for generations. The natural decoration design is full of pure literature and art.
Mo yanjue gets out of the car first, and the servant bows to say hello. Mo yanjue nods slightly, and then gives the gift he brings to the servant.
Yang Yilin, who came down from the copilot, was not only empty handed, but also did not take off his sunglasses when he entered the door. The servants could not help shaking their heads carefully.
I'm afraid we can't avoid a "war" later
As Mo yanjue stepped inside, he saw a beautiful figure in a long pink dress running towards him, gently holding his arm, smiling and smiling, "Jue, you are finally here. I miss you all."
"What about me?" Yang Yilin, the younger sister who followed me, was obviously jealous.
Yang Nianzi looks back and gouges out his eyes, "you! I'm upset to see you! "
Yang Nianzi is Yang Yilin's sister. They are five years old apart. The little girl just had her 19th birthday a while ago.
Since they were young, they didn't have much fight. Now I grow up and don't have to live in a home, but when I see you, I still pinch you. No one will let you.
"Hey, smelly girl, do you want to fight again?" Yang Yilin stretched out his hand to frighten her.
Yang Nianzi hurriedly hid to Mo yanjue's side, just like a frightened rabbit, and looked at him pitifully, "brother Jue, look at him and hit me again!"
Mo yanjue didn't speak. He glanced at Yang Yilin coldly, then led his younger sister to the inner hall.
And Yang Yilin, who was in the same spot, turned his mouth aside and muttered in a low voice, "Stinky girl, see how I can clean you up for a while!"
Finish saying, a step of 3 Dang of chase up.
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in a spacious restaurant.
Enough to sit on the Chinese Carved table for 20 people, the elders and children in the family are arranged in order of generations, and they have already sat in a neat and tidy way.
Mo yanjue pulls his little sister to approach, says hello one by one, and then sits in his position. Yang Nianzi, the little sister, smiles and hugs grandpa's neck. "Grandpa, do you think my brother is handsome?"
Her elder brother refers to Mo yanjue.
But Yang Yilin, who had been able to hit the muzzle of the gun several times, came in.
More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at him in unison. The eyes with black sunglasses still couldn't cover a little bit of blue and purple.
"Ah, Yilin, you still wear sunglasses in the evening. Can you see the road clearly?" It's Zhou Hui, the cousin of the second aunt's family, who didn't mean to speak.
Grandpa Yang Xun has four children. His father, Yang Chengwen, is the eldest. He teaches in the University. The second uncle Yang Chengwu is a famous scholar in the scientific research field, the aunt is Yang Suyun, the mother of Mo yanjue, and the second aunt is the mother who is afraid that others will treat her as a mute Zhou Hui if she doesn't speak. It's a pity that grandma died of illness a few years ago. She can't see the heat and bustle of the whole family any more.
At present, Zhou Hui can't open or lift any pot. Yang Yilin's lungs are about to explode.
Through the black lens, waiting for her!
Yang Chengwen looked at his disheartened son and said angrily, "don't hurry to sit down!"
Yang Yilin sat down next to Mo yanjue in embarrassment. His angry eyes kept firing "dark arrows" at Zhou Hui
Yang Xun may be in a good mood because of the smooth communication abroad. He didn't say anything to the late and untidy Yang Yilin. He patted Yang Nianzi's little hand and said: "sit down, grandpa has something important to announce..."