Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 207 Yan and Ye (1) Happy young man Ling
"Uncle, you are really well-informed, and you can see why at a glance." Xiao Wei admired it.

Seeing her adoring face, Tian Yi was inexplicably upset. As an emperor, he was so powerful. Why hadn't she seen him for two months? Now she looked at an uncle who hadn't been with him for half a day.

snort!
"Hahaha, you've been sitting here for a long time like a little old man, why haven't you caught half a fish yet?" Suddenly, Xiao Wei heard a familiar voice, she involuntarily slowed down, turned around looking for the sound, and the fish in front of her The light and shadow gradually became clear.

Oran, who was blond and blue-eyed, was wearing a violet embroidered green robe with a bright smile. When he was talking, he threw himself on the man sitting cross-legged by the river from behind like a child.

"Hey, you're twittering all the time, and the fish are scared away by you." Lin Yan backhanded a stir-fried chestnut to Oran who threw himself on his back, distressed.

"Where is it?" Oran put his arm around Lin Yan's neck, rubbed his beaten head with his free hand, and flattened his mouth.

"I'm dead, get down!" Lin Yan, who was still worried about the dinner, moved his body, disgusted with the man lying on his body.

"Hey, this is a beautiful place. What kind of fish are you fishing for? You've sweated all over from playing. Go into the water to cool off first. It's better to catch a few of them in the water than to sit and wait for the fish to take the bait."

Oran played alone for a long time, not only sweating, but also bored.

"Yes, yes, you are jumping up and down on the shore, yelling that the fish will definitely not be hooked, so go down and catch a few."

It’s okay if you don’t say anything, the more you say it, the more angry you become. Lin Yan glanced at the heartless Olan, pulled him off his back, and threw him into the river.

"Lin Yan—I'm going to die, I still haven't taken off my clothes..." Olan struggled in the water for a few times before stabilizing his body, leaned half out of the river, and muttered angrily.

"Ha-" Seeing Oran falling into the water in a panic, Lin Yan laughed out loud.

clatter-
His laugh provoked a big wave of river water, and he was half wet on the bank.

"Hahaha, it's wet and wet, why not come down and catch fish together." Oran smirked, and cut his head into the river like a fish before Lin Yan got mad.

"Stinky boy!"

Lin Yan couldn't catch this fish, so he took off his robe in twos and jumped into the river-
"Brother?!" Xiao Wei was stunned. The brother in the picture was much younger than now, clearly still a handsome young man, but the handsome Aolan didn't change much when he met her.

This is a memory from many years ago, and the river in front of me should be Qinghe. It turns out that my brother and Alan are old acquaintances, and they came to Balan Town many years ago.

The interlaced light and shadow is not a short fragment, it is still going on, and the master of the memory has been paying attention to this pair of young and handsome outsiders.

This is a memory related to her brother, a memory she doesn't know, and she is deeply attracted.

Seeing that Xiao Wei didn't follow, Tian Yi withdrew to accompany her.

A bonfire was lit by the river, and beside the fire were a few fish that had been cleaned up, and the wet clothes of the two of them were also hanging to dry.

Olan took two sets of clean clothes from the space bag, and handed one set to Lin Yan who was adding wood to the fire.

Ah Choo-
After taking the clothes, Lin Yan sneezed. He sniffed and glared at Oran resentfully.

"Human physique is weak, so you'll catch a cold." Oran smacked his mouth.

"It's autumn now, and the river is cold." Lin Yan hummed.

"Oh, you also know that the water is cold, so you threw me down so unceremoniously, how cruel!" Oran put on his clothes in twos and walked behind Lin Yan, pressing his big hand on his head unceremoniously, and then He fumbled randomly, messing up his fine short hair.

(End of this chapter)