Chapter 96
Yan Jingmo woke up from a slight shake.
The sun shone through the car window, bringing with it a heat that could not be ignored. The car was also very stuffy. Yan Jingmo felt a thin layer of sweat on his body and frowned immediately.
He was about to ask the driver in front to turn down the air conditioning, but he just opened his mouth and before he could make a sound, he suddenly realized something.
It's obviously winter now.
Yan Jingmo was startled. His sight passed through the car window and stopped on the sidewalk by the road. People on the street were wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts, holding fans or popsicles in their hands. The sun was dazzling, and the trees on the roadside were lush and green. No matter how you look at it, it was a classic summer scene.
And the buildings here, the pedestrians here, and even the roadside stalls...why are they all so similar to, ten years ago?
His heartbeat stopped for a moment, Yan Jingmo slowly turned his head and looked at the person sitting next to him and in the back seat of the car with him.
Yan Yushan looked at him with a sour face, without saying anything, and raised his eyebrows arrogantly, silently asking him what he was doing.
Yan Jingmo: ...
Yan Jingmo hasn't seen Yan Yushan's sour face for a long, long time. Since Yan Yushan and Xu Xishuang got married and had a child, Yan Yushan's temper has been getting better and better. He wanted to spoil Xu Xishuang to the sky, and even spoke to him in a coaxing way. Now seeing Yan Yushan like this, Yan Jingmo suddenly felt strange, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and then he got Yan Yushan's even sour face.
Yan Yushan is only about thirteen or fourteen years old now, but the time is consistent with ten years ago. Yan Jingmo laughed in his heart that this dream he had was too outrageous, and closed his eyes again, ready to wake up from the dream. He hasn't finished dealing with the company's affairs yet, and there are three meetings to attend today. He doesn't have time to waste in dreams.
At the moment when Yan Jingmo closed his eyes, the car suddenly braked. Yan Jingmo's body rushed forward uncontrollably and his head hit the back of the front seat. It didn't hurt much, but the slight pain on his forehead made him wake up suddenly.
Before he had time to think, he heard Yan Yushan, who was well prepared and sitting upright, sneered.
Yan Jingmo: ...
Yan Yushan at this time is really not cute, although he has never been cute.
Knowing that the current situation is not a dream, Yan Jingmo covered his forehead. His eyes shifted from Yan Yushan's face to the front seat of the car. From the back, he could see that the person driving was his father ten years ago, and the person sitting in the passenger seat was his mother ten years ago. And the place they were going to now was ten years ago... The place where he and Yu Bai met.
"Are you okay?" Yan's mother's voice came from the front. She looked back with some worry, and saw Yan Jingmo, who was covering his forehead and looked absent-minded. She looked at Yan Yushan, who still looked unhappy. Knowing that they were fine, she turned her head again.
Yan's mother sighed: "Mom knows that you two are unhappy. The transfer is indeed a bit sudden, but you also know that something happened at home. It's safer here. I sent you here to protect you. You can stay for half a year at most, and then dad and I will take you back, okay?"
Some vague memories began to become clear. Yan Jingmo finally came back to his senses from the long daze, blinked his eyes, and quickly replied to Yan's mother: "Okay, mom, it doesn't matter if I stay here for a few more years. I can stay here until I graduate from high school. You just take Xiao Shan back."
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