Chapter 143

"Papa, over there!" Little Lang suddenly said.0

The child handed the binoculars to his father, looking up at him: "Although that building on the left is only seven stories tall, it has a few small brick rooms on top. Papa, look, isn't it perfect?"0

Yan Zhao didn't take the binoculars, but instead reached out to Chen Meilan for the mobile phone, saying, "Papa will go check now."0

Chen Meilan felt that there should be a term called "Yan Zhao speed" - with him, for anything he wanted to handle, the speed was always determined by him alone.0

The hospital room was exceptionally large. Although Gu Xiao couldn't eat, this cadre ward came with daily provisions of fruits, dried fruits, various snacks, and different beverages and milk - national-level treatment that ordinary people couldn't enjoy. As for Yan Dongxue, she had gained weight from all the food.0

"Mama, I'm thirsty," Little Lang said.0

Sweat was continuously flowing from the child's forehead, temples, and neck.0

Yan Dongxue opened several bottles of drinks with a few quick taps and brought over snacks and fruits: "Here, pick something to eat."0

Was Little Lang someone who would just pick one thing? Gulp after gulp, whether it was Jianlibao, pure milk, or Ovaltine, they were all his favorites. In the quiet hospital room, he was like a little squirrel, munching away, and in no time, he had nearly consumed all the snacks.0

Time ticked by second by second. Chen Meilan was curious about what the assassin looked like and wanted to take a look, but after holding the binoculars up for a long while, all she saw was darkness. Could the international assassin be Black, making it impossible for her to see?0

Yan Peiheng couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Meilan, you need to remove the lens cap to see through the binoculars."0

So she had been looking through them all this time without removing the cap?0

Yan Peiheng's complexion wasn't good, looking waxy and yellow. It was August, and even though the room had air conditioning, no one could bear wearing several layers of thick clothes. Gu Xiao was lying down, with Yan Dongxue constantly massaging his body, which was naturally comfortable, but Yan Peiheng couldn't take it.0

Chen Meilan estimated that Yan Zhao wouldn't be back anytime soon, so she said, "Dad, let's go downstairs first. I'll help you register for a medical check-up and get some IV fluids. We can come back to wait later?"0

"No need," Yan Peiheng waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."0

As he spoke, he stood up, crossed his arms, and paced back and forth, occasionally glancing out the window.0

Yan Zhao had gone to catch the assassin and find evidence. Yan Peiheng was very worried, though he wouldn't show it.0

Chen Meilan could see that the old man was swaying unsteadily, but in front of Gu Xiao, how could Yan Peiheng admit defeat? She thought for a moment and said, "Dad, Little Lang needs to go back to practice shooting too. He can only stay in the capital for about a month at most. He likes you teaching him - why don't you go teach him shooting? Yan Zhao won't be back for a while anyway."0

When Little Lang returned to Xiping City, he would have to give up live ammunition practice and go back to using air guns. During his time in the capital, every minute counted, and he truly couldn't waste time.0

This reason was good enough, and Yan Peiheng didn't expect Yan Zhao to return so quickly either, so he stood up, preparing to leave. But just then, someone outside suddenly shouted, "Hey, comrade, you can't bring things in there randomly!"0

With heavy footsteps, Yan Zhao was about to enter. It had only been half an hour since he left.0

The door burst open with a bang, and he rushed in with a gust of wind. Two nurses chased after him.0

But upon seeing the military rank on Yan Peiheng's shoulder, the two nurses exchanged glances and quietly retreated.0

Yan Zhao came in alone, with a mobile phone in one hand and something wrapped in an old blanket in the other.0

Once inside, he swiftly pulled away the small blanket, revealing a sniper rifle.0

His speed was absolutely unbeatable, but what about the international assassin? Had he caught him? And in Chen Meilan's mind, unless they caught the person and brought them before Gu Xiao, this matter wouldn't be settled.0

Guns were plentiful in the military district, lined up in the live-fire range - from century-old antiques to the newest models, sniper rifles, machine guns, handguns, they had everything.0

Not only could Yan Zhao go in to practice, even Little Lang could grab one.0

Just a rifle alone probably wouldn't convince Gu Xiao.0

Sure enough, Yan Zhao had returned too early. Yan Peiheng was a bit flustered, his voice turning harsh as the old man started shouting: "Where's the person? You didn't even catch the sniper and you came back like this? You're a police officer with five years of experience, is this how you handle things?"0

Gu Xiao let out a cold sneer from his throat.0

The air whistled through his cut throat.0

Although ill, Gu Xiao's gaze and expression were nothing but cold, as if this was all just a show put on by the Yan father and son. Though he was struggling for his life, he seemed willing to watch the farce.0

Yan Zhao explained calmly: "Dad, since the sniper position is fixed, I contacted the capital police when I went downstairs. Currently, Professor Gu can't even sit up, so it's not the optimal time for sniping. The sniper would only go to observe the situation daily, so how could they be at the sniper point all the time? Since they weren't there when the police and I went to check, the police will arrest them later. Isn't bringing the rifle enough?"0

This explanation sounded reasonable.0

But could just one rifle prove that Gu Xiao's students intended to murder him?0

Everyone's eyes fell on the sniper rifle in Yan Zhao's hands.0

The heavy sniper rifle was held by Yan Zhao. Little Lang reached out to touch it, examined it carefully, then said, "Papa, I've never seen this kind of gun before."0

Yan Peiheng was also examining it carefully.0

The reason Little Lang had never seen it was because it was a modified gun. After careful observation, Yan Peiheng determined that it was modified from an American TAC-50 sniper rifle. The machine guns Little Lang could play with now had a maximum range of 800 meters, but this thing, due to modifications, had powerful recoil and accuracy, with a range of about 2,500 meters.0

This was the newest and most advanced gun, and it was a military weapon that the United States prohibited from foreign sales, only used on battlefields.0

Even the army of Hua Country couldn't acquire this type of gun.0

After touching it again and reaching the stock, lifting it up for a look, Yan Peiheng understood why Yan Zhao could use it alone as evidence.0

There was a badge at the end of the gun, with a red shield in the middle and a silver crescent moon holding five stars, and on the gun body was an inscription: "Majulah Singapura."0

Yan Peiheng recognized this, and so did Gu Xiao - it was Singapore's national emblem.0

The English inscription meant: "Onward Singapore!"0

And that ragged cloth wrapping the gun was a green small blanket. At first glance, Yan Peiheng found it somewhat familiar, very familiar - it was an old item from his family.0

Yan Zhao gently lifted it up and handed it to Yan Peiheng, saying softly, "Here, Dad, it's from my mother."0

It was a small blanket with fabric edging around the border, not very large, with many burn marks on it. Yan Peiheng took it, clutched it to his chest, and after a while, turned to look at Gu Xiao: "Professor Gu, your students wrapped a Singapore emblem-adorned gun in my family's baby swaddling cloth, planning to kill you. Tell me, what kind of treatment is this from them to you?"0

As he spoke, he suddenly unfurled the small blanket, displaying it in front of Gu Xiao.0

The military-green small blanket had old-style blue coarse cloth sewn around its edges, with fine and dense stitching.0

Looking at the blanket, Gu Xiao suddenly straightened up, and phlegm began rattling loudly in his throat.0

His airway was blocked by phlegm.0

Yan Dongxue had studied nursing, so there was no need to call for nurses. She immediately started using the suction equipment to clear Gu Xiao's phlegm.0

Yan Peiheng, Yan Zhao, and Little Lang - the three men of the Yan family - stood at a distance, watching quietly.0

This small blanket, if traced to its origin, belonged to Yan Peiheng.0

It was a reward given by his work unit when Yan Peiheng married Su Wen.0

Originally, it was a large blanket that could cover a double bed, but on their wedding night, Yan Peiheng was too excited and heated the kang bed too hot. Not only did the newlyweds nearly burn their bottoms on their wedding night, but the blanket also got burned badly. Later, Su Wen turned it into a small blanket and used it as a swaddling cloth for their children.0

Every child born was wrapped in it.0

Made with military-grade quality, it was indestructible and had swaddled four crying newborn babies.0

At that time, after Yan Xing's death, Gu Xiao was stripped of all his clothes except for his underwear before being beaten.0

After the beating, his clothes were naturally taken away by others. Left only in his underwear, he was locked in the hall of Yan Xishan's house.0

Clothes - a person's dignity.0

Su Wen had no spare clothes, so she brought this blanket from home to wrap around Gu Xiao.0

Gu Xiao took it with him to Southeast Asia, treasuring it all along. He had even shown it to his shareholders, telling them that if he were to die one day, they must remember to wrap his ashes with this blanket and send them back to Hua Country, to the Lotus Temple in Xiping City.0 Sёarch* The novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He said nothing else was worthy of being his burial shroud except for this item.0

So, although it was Su Wen's possession, it became Gu Xiao's burial shroud. For twenty years, it was the thing he would wrap around himself when he lay sleepless at night, childless and devoted to his career. It was what he wanted to wrap his urn in after death, refusing silk or satin.0

He had told his shareholders multiple times: "Once I die, you must use this to wrap my urn. Nothing else is more valuable, not even the Southeast Asian flag."0

His disciples naturally agreed readily. Even being able to touch this small blanket was an honor for them.0

How ironic.0

His disciples had followed his wishes, in a way.0

It was truly an international treatment - the gun was the most advanced sniper rifle of the time, even bearing the national emblem of the country to which Gu Xiao had dedicated his life. His students had sent his burial shroud too, using it to wrap the gun that would end his life - such specification, such class!0

After all, international waste cost millions of dollars annually in shipping and processing fees.0

And if it wasn't transported to distant Africa, dumping it in Hua Country would not only require processing fees, but during the Reform and Opening period, toxic waste was nothing - as long as it was foreign, businesspeople would want it and even pay for it.0

Gu Xiao slowly reached out his hand for the small blanket.0

Yan Peiheng stood far away and, of course, had no intention of giving it to him.0

Faced with such strong evidence, Gu Xiao was already so devastated he could die on the spot.0

A gun alone might not prove it was his trained disciples who did it, but this blanket - only the shareholders could have gotten it, and Gu Xiao had always kept it in his bedroom.0

Its presence here proved that everyone around him, except for the elderly Yan Dongxue from Yanguan Village, including his private doctor and lawyer, had all betrayed him.0

These were all people he had trained in Southeast Asia, just as he had trained Chen Meilan and Xiong Dapao.0

He had patiently taught them to read and write, to do business, pouring his whole heart into their education.0

Because he loved Southeast Asia, after being expelled from Hua Country, he had prepared to dedicate his entire life to that place of freedom and democracy.0

But Gu Xiao couldn't understand - he still couldn't understand why they would betray him.0

Moreover, they hadn't shown even the slightest sign before betraying him - why was that?0

He looked at Chen Meilan - there was pity in her heart and sadness in her eyes. Holding Little Lang, she seemed unable to bear witnessing his current suffering. Weren't his students the same? They were all sincere children like Xiong Dapao and Chen Meilan, so how had they suddenly become like this?0

Of course, there was an explanation.0

Just as Gu Xiao was about to collapse from shock, Yan Zhao pulled something from his coat pocket and showed it to him.0

He had just been to the room Little Lang had pointed to earlier - a room on the top floor, an illegal structure built by residents, freezing in winter and scorching in summer with howling winds. Surprisingly, instead of living there themselves, they had rented it out, and it happened to be the room the assassin had rented. On the window, at the sniper's position, there was a note. Yan Zhao had peeled it off. It was in English, which he couldn't understand, and now showed it to Gu Xiao, asking, "Professor Gu, this line must mean something, what does it say?"0

It was a line in English that translated to: Narrow nationalism is the greatest obstacle to the evolution of human civilization.0

Others might not understand, as few present knew English.0

But in an instant, Gu Xiao completely understood.0

It was about international waste, about money, but the biggest reason was his love for Hua Country, hidden in his heart, that he was unwilling to reveal.0

That too was called narrow nationalism.0

In the shareholders' eyes, spending several million extra US dollars annually to transport waste to Africa was narrow nationalism. His love for Hua Country's soil, though separated by oceans, though he hated it, yet couldn't bear to see even a small piece of its land poisoned and polluted - that was why the children wanted to kill him.0

The shareholders were his students, the most excellent young people. They were exemplary, giving him the highest-grade assassination. The one who came must have been one of the children he had trained himself. To strengthen their resolve, to be able to personally send their nurturing mentor to his death, they had posted these words to remind themselves not to go soft.0

Narrow nationalism - Gu Xiao wrote these words on paper with trembling hands!0

Then, like a drowning man, he stared fixedly at Yan Peiheng.0

The truth was laid so cruelly before his eyes; even if he didn't want to accept it, he had to.0

Yan Peiheng rarely cursed, but when he did, most people couldn't take it.0

"Though I'm just a rough man who knows how to handle guns but not pens, I know the saying 'one day a teacher, forever a father.' So I can understand that your disciples indeed treated you well. But I also know another old saying: 'Those not of our kind must be of a different heart.' This is why we fought the Japanese, fought imperialism, why we must stick to our own national policies and directions, why we must forever be vigilant against imperialism, because their desire to destroy us never dies." Yan Peiheng smiled, now completely at ease: "Professor Gu, you're a good professor, and your training wasn't wrong, the students are all good students, but remember my words: those not of our kind must be of a different heart."0

Speaking thus, he stood up, lightly holding that small blanket, preparing to leave.0

That unremarkable small blanket, military green in color, should have been thick, but had now become very thin, time having worn away its patterns and flattened its wool.0

Su Wen had once said: "This is the only valuable thing in my home now. It has wrapped four children and carries their blessings. Professor Gu, I'll give it to you, I'm giving you the children's blessings too, you must take good care of yourself."0

Gu Xiao's weak body could never match Su Wen's tall and strong husband.0

Like her husband, he too was a narrow nationalist, and had fought for it all his life.0

He had always consciously competed with Yan Peiheng, trying to destroy his career and everything else from various aspects.0

But at this moment, Gu Xiao had still lost, he had ultimately lost.0

He lost to that old saying: "Those not of our kind must be of a different heart."0

Those Yan Peiheng had trained were his own kind. Although there were unfilial children like Yan Jun, who might be unfilial, unrighteous in normal times, when it truly came to critical moments, they still resolutely protected their own ethnicity, their own country, their own fathers and roots.0

That's why Yan Jun had jumped from the car halfway when he offered to help with the lawsuit, taking money to seek forgiveness from his father.0

The same was true for Southeast Asians - they would always protect Southeast Asia's honor, which was why they could cruelly kill him, their father figure and teacher.0

Forward, Singapore!0

It was written on that gun.0

Watching Yan Peiheng leave with his burial shroud in hand, floating lighter and lighter, being carried further and further away, from now on, he would not find peace even in death!0

In life, no return to his country; in death, no resting place.0

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In this state, of course Gu Xiao wouldn't leave.0

He had brought four million when he came, in checks. Not to mention how his company in Singapore was doing, such a large sum of money was enough for his treatment at the 301 Hospital.0

With Yan Peiheng's personal arrangement, this hospital room and security wouldn't be withdrawn for now. For the time being, let him stay.0

In the director's words, it would take at least a month for him to remove the throat tube.0

As for when he would recover, that was hard to say.0

After returning home, Yan Peiheng entered his study, draped the small blanket across his chest, and sat silently.0

Chen Meilan and Yan Zhao went into the kitchen - one picking green beans, the other peeling tomatoes. In the sweltering heat, people only wanted to eat something cool and light, with no desire to touch any meat.0

Since Yan Zhao had set a trap for Chen Meilan, he would certainly question her about what was really going on.0

So Chen Meilan was waiting, anticipating this cunning man's interrogation.0

But when he opened his mouth, Chen Meilan was still shocked.0

"Meilan, when I divorced Zhou Xueqin, she once said that Little Wang would never amount to anything in his life, and Little Lang would probably die young," Yan Zhao said, getting straight to the point.0

Before Zhou Xueqin's divorce from Yan Zhao, they had fought terribly and she had said many hurtful things. Otherwise, with their eldest son only seven years old and the younger one just three, and Yan Zhao having just returned from four years on the battlefield feeling so guilty toward Zhou Xueqin, divorce would have been impossible.0

Chen Meilan was heating water to peel the tomatoes. Though quite surprised, she smiled and gestured for Yan Zhao to continue.0

"When she urged me to marry you, she said you were the gentlest, kindest woman in the world, and the only one who would truly be a good stepmother to Little Wang and Little Lang," Yan Zhao added.0

Chen Meilan hadn't mentioned it, but she realized Yan Zhao seemed to have discovered her reincarnation.0

Yet she couldn't figure out how she had given herself away.0

How exactly had Yan Zhao figured it out?0

After a pause, he continued: "Recently, Lu Jingyu has been doing business in the capital. I heard that when he's drunk, he's mentioned more than once that Yan Peiheng's third daughter-in-law had almost become family with him, and that Zhou Xueqin personally came to visit during their marriage talks, being especially kind to his children before he gave you up. Of course, Zhou Xueqin's identity and her relationship with Little Wang and Little Lang - Lu Jingyu has been bragging about all this, and now everyone in the capital's business circles knows about it."0

Lu Jingyu had recently started doing business in the capital and hadn't yet established himself firmly.0

Everyone knew Yan Peiheng's status and that his influence in the capital was considerable.0

After all, there were only a handful of people in the capital who could get low-altitude flight permissions within 5 minutes.0

Businesspeople needed backing from high-ranking officials. This backing might not be useful most of the time, but when someone tried to cause trouble in business competition or play dirty tricks, it would come in handy.0

Lu Jingyu would certainly tell people about Zhou Xueqin's relationship with Yan Zhao and their background.0

These connections might not be useful regularly, but if someone tried to target Lu Jingyu.0

Yan Peiheng would be his backup, his mountain to lean on. He could ask Yan Peiheng to use his connections for protection.0

As for his past relationship with her, that must have been bragged about while drunk - he had a habit of boasting when intoxicated.0

"I can tell you're very familiar with five-star hotels..." Seeing Chen Meilan's sharp glance, Yan Zhao immediately raised both hands in surrender, still holding the green beans, but continued speaking: "And last night, you called out Lu Jingyu's name..."0

Chen Meilan had thought he hadn't heard it, but look at this man - he had heard everything.0

That dark-hearted devil - Chen Meilan had checked, and his heartbeat hadn't even quickened; he had been sleeping soundly.0

Chen Meilan glared at her husband without saying a word.0

Although Yan Zhao couldn't understand the concept of living a whole life, dying, and being reborn.0

But he could at least deduce that Zhou Xueqin, who had urgently sent him to Chen Village and then rushed to Lu Family Village herself, must have known something in advance to be so desperate to marry Lu Jingyu and push him toward Chen Meilan.0

Actually, all these things could be connected. Yan Zhao knew Zhou Xueqin's character very well - she loved money and vanity, and was very purposeful. For her to suddenly urge her husband to marry a woman he had never met, and then go be a stepmother to Lu Jingyu's children - such abnormal behavior couldn't be without reason.0

However, previously Yan Zhao had only suspected Zhou Xueqin, never Chen Meilan.0

But just last night, in an environment similar to her previous life, when she was particularly exhausted after their intimate moment, due to the noise next door, she had drowsily called out Lu Jingyu's name, and Yan Zhao had connected all the dots.0

Though he didn't know exactly what had happened, Yan Zhao was certain of one thing.0

Chen Meilan and Lu Jingyu must have had an intimate relationship, of course, when Lu Jingyu could afford five-star hotels. Looking further back, the answer became clear - Zhou Xueqin had been so eager to marry Lu Jingyu because he would eventually be able to afford five-star hotels.0

So, although Yan Zhao couldn't understand reincarnation.0

Chen Meilan's calling out Lu Jingyu's name had solved years of confusion.0

The reason Zhou Xueqin had been so eager to marry Lu Jingyu, not minding visiting him herself, and leaving her own children to be a stepmother to someone else's children - all these unusual behaviors were because she was certain that Lu Jingyu would eventually be able to afford five-star hotels.0

She had pursued money, luxury, fame, and fortune.0

Afterward, she traveled north and south doing business with Lu Jingyu, making big money, building buildings in Guangzhou, buying land in the capital, advancing unstoppably toward success.0

But if she had stayed married to Yan Zhao, these things would have been beyond her wildest dreams.0

"So? Continue," Chen Meilan said with a smile while listening.0

Yan Zhao could only guess this much, and after a moment of silence, he looked away: "I can't guess the rest. Tell me when you're ready to talk about it. I'm not in a hurry."0

They had been married for five or six years, and Yan Zhao had originally thought Chen Meilan deeply loved him, but gradually discovered that she seemed to neither love him nor herself, and aside from the children, she didn't love any man.0

Love and romance seemed to be absent from her emotional repertoire.0

In household matters, he could work Chen Meilan's hands to the bone.0

As for pleasure, besides giving him everything he could give, Yan Zhao was helpless with the rest.0

Like water wearing away stone, he was an straightforward person with plenty of patience and persistence. They had a lifetime ahead - whatever the truth was, he treated her well, and eventually, she would surely tell him.0

So, Yan Zhao was very at ease.0

As for Chen Meilan, if she wanted to tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation, she could, and it wouldn't be a big deal.0

She was just thinking about which things she should keep hidden and which she should be honest about.0

Because she didn't want to talk about tragic past events like Little Wang ending up in juvenile detention, Little Lang being bedridden for life due to illness, Yuanyuan's extreme weight fluctuations, the hardships in business, and being tied down for nearly two years taking care of Yan Xishan.0

She could talk about Lu Jingyu and Yan Xishan while avoiding these matters.0

And she needed to be honest and detailed about what she would reveal.0

At least she wanted Yan Zhao to know that she was better than both men he had encountered in his previous life, more excellent.0

A hundred, a thousand times more excellent.0

But since Yan Zhao wasn't in a hurry, she could wait until she had thought it through, until they were lying in bed tonight, to slowly tell him - there was no rush.0

"Alright, let's talk tonight then," Chen Meilan said.0

Yan Zhao immediately replied: "For a hotel room, if you want an international hotel, I'll need... to wait a few more days. I have some money coming in soon." What kind of person had she become, always wanting to stay at international hotels? How had she become so extravagant?0

"Are you crazy? An international hotel? That's 800 yuan a night! Let's stay at the August First Hotel instead. Dad has guest vouchers - we'll save money. Tonight works fine," Chen Meilan said with a laugh.0

Yan Zhao looked at his wife for a moment and smiled too, looking down.0

It was strange how this usually gentle woman, with her soft gaze, could make even a tomato in her hands look particularly adorable. Originally, Yan Zhao didn't like tomatoes, but once she peeled them, he would develop an appetite.0

It was laughable - Yan Zhao was already thirty-four, yet he would have this absurd thought of wanting to eat the tomato from Chen Meilan's hands, and then kiss her fingers, arms, and earlobes.0

Such thoughts were as absurd as those of a hooligan.0

However, speaking of scoundrels, Yan Zhao remembered something else, he said: "By the way, Lu Jingyu has a high-interest loan coming due soon, and he probably won't be able to repay it. You know, the current society is a mixed bag, some people lend money, and some people default on their loans. I heard that Zhou Xueqin and he are in the process of getting a divorce, but it's not a real divorce, it's likely to transfer their fixed assets, two buildings in Guangzhou, Lu Jingyu is afraid that the high-interest lenders will seize his buildings."0

"And then?" Chen Meilan asked.0

Yan Zhao pondered for a while before continuing, "I once led a young soldier who worked in debt collection for a high-interest loan company. Now, if you hit someone with a car, unless it's drunk driving, drug driving, or deliberately hitting someone, you only have to pay compensation, not face criminal charges."0

Society is becoming increasingly complex, no longer the simple black-and-white world of the past.0

Especially in the high-interest loan industry, lenders want to earn high interest, and borrowers want to default on their principal and walk away. Lu Jingyu is very cunning and trusts Zhou Xueqin deeply. He probably owes a high-interest loan but has no money to repay. He thinks he's smart enough to get a divorce and make himself a lonely man, thereby defaulting on someone else's money.0

But the lenders have prepared a one-stop service for him: a fatal car accident.0

Such things, outsiders can only watch helplessly.0

No one can help someone who is blinded by money.0

Let's see if Lu Jingyu and Zhou Xueqin can escape unscathed from the high-interest loan sharks this time.0

The road is one's own choice, and two people who are almost eighty years old together, do they still need others to teach them how to live?0

It was hot, so Little Wang and Jim naturally went out to play, buying ice cream, probably not knowing their parents had come home. Little Wang came in wailing, and in a fake female voice: "Want to hold your heart, hold your face, want to hold it close to my chest, not letting go."0

Jim held a long green tongue that he had been licking, and shouted loudly: "One Night in Beijing, I left my love..."0

This song is the recent hit "One Night in Beijing."0

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But Yan Zhao had never heard Little Wang imitate a woman's voice before, and what does it mean to hold the heart and face? Isn't that being a scoundrel? What is he singing about?0

Yan Zhao, who had been holding a kitchen knife, suddenly rushed out of the kitchen.0

Father and son looked at each other, the scene extremely awkward.0

Fortunately, the phone at home rang at that moment, saving Little Wang and Jim's lives, and the two children ran to answer the phone.0

Yan Zhao was so angry he didn't know what to do, turning back to look at Chen Meilan, his eyes seemed to say, look at what the kids are singing these days.0

Yuanyuan was practicing the piano in the yard and came back, humming: "They say in the depths of the hundred flowers, an old lover lives, sewing embroidered shoes..."0

Seeing his daughter come in, Yan Zhao took out her little water cup from the fridge and let his daughter drink.0

Watching his daughter hold the water cup and hum away, he turned back to Chen Meilan and said: "Listen to Yuanyuan's song, how nice it sounds, and then listen to what Little Wang and Jim are singing, what is it, really."0

This man is so biased, the children are singing the same song, okay?0

"One Night in Beijing"!0