The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Xiao Nuan's grandfather's name was An Hongyi, and he could be said to have experienced many ups and downs in his life.

The old man was born in the 1940s, at the tail end of the old era, and grew up in the rising sun of the new era, witnessing firsthand the establishment of our great motherland.

In the words of later generations, it was an era of heroes and passionate struggles.

The old man never actually went to war, but his life story was quite fascinating.

To put it simply, in the early 1960s, An Hongyi relied on his own hard work to stand out from the crowd and pass the college entrance examination with flying colors.

Back then, the title of "college student" carried immense prestige. They were truly the chosen ones, the embodiment of literary genius.

It is said that if someone in a family gets into university, it is a great honor for the family, and the county magistrate may personally lead a group of people to deliver the plaque to the family's doorstep with gongs and drums.

A university acceptance letter can completely change the fate of an entire family.

After graduation, they were directly assigned jobs, all of which were secure, stable positions, and they were all talents destined to build the motherland.

An Hongyi was one of these talented individuals.

People back then were very simple-minded, their minds were full of idealism, and they weren't nearly as driven by utilitarianism as they are now.

After graduation, filled with enthusiasm and the ideal of serving the country with knowledge, he chose to go to a university in the north and became a glorious people's teacher.

However, his good fortune didn't last long. He was forced to leave the podium and could only sweep the streets and feed pigs every day.

Later, because of his genuine talent and learning, An Hongyi was able to return to his original university, but he was assigned to a middle school as a teacher.

He worked as a high school teacher until his retirement, and it is said that he mentored many successful people.

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Standing at the entrance of Anjia Villa, holding a small gift bag in her hand, inside was a can of tea that Ye Shu had bought.

Although two hundred yuan for tea is not much for An Jia, he couldn't afford anything too expensive anyway; it's just a token of his appreciation.

Before even stepping inside, Ye Shu's palms were already sweating. He could now understand why Xiao Nuan had turned off her phone the first time she came home. She was actually quite nervous...

This tension wasn't the kind you feel when going to war; it was... indescribable, inexplicable tension.

Listening to Xiao Nuan's introduction of her grandfather on the way here, coupled with Ye Shu's own stereotypes about old intellectuals from that era.

A man dressed in a dark blue long gown, wearing round-framed glasses, with a sharp, angular face and a goatee, preferably carrying a folding fan in his hand.

He speaks in a pretentious, affected manner, using archaic language, and has developed a serious, unsmiling, and rigid image.

Ye Shu felt his line should have been, "Did you know that there are four ways to write the character for fennel in fennel beans?"

Just thinking about the role she would have to play, and the issues of work, family, and future planning, made Ye Shu's palms seem even wetter.

Xiao Nuan had already rang the doorbell, and the villa's gate opened automatically. Stepping into the yard, just as they reached the door, Shen Jingwan was already standing there smiling, welcoming them.

"Nuan Nuan, Xiao Shu, you're here?"

Hello, Auntie.

Perhaps because he was too nervous to meet Xiao Nuan's grandfather for the first time, Ye Shu also acted as if he was meeting Aunt Shen, whom he was already very familiar with, for the first time.

He realized his own unease and, feeling a little embarrassed, quickly handed over the gift bag he was holding.

"It was the first time I met Xiaonuan's grandfather. I didn't know what he liked, so I just bought some tea as a small token of my appreciation."

However, Shen Jingwan did not accept the invitation, but simply stepped aside to let the two into the house. She smiled at Ye Shu and said:

"Don't give it to the auntie, take it out yourself in a bit."

Ye Shu nodded and bent down to change into slippers.

Shen Jingwan led the two towards the living room, and Ye Shu's heart began to beat faster and faster as the straight-line distance shortened.

But when Ye Shu entered the living room, she was stunned... because the scene in front of her was indeed a bit... well, how to describe it... quite impactful.

An Jianxing was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea from a teacup.

Upon seeing the two arrive, he showed no expression, simply pointing to the sofa beside him, indicating that they could sit wherever they pleased, before continuing to drink his tea.

The living room is well-lit, and the windows in Anjia Villa are mostly floor-to-ceiling windows.

At this time, a relatively quiet atmosphere is usually required.

But now all Ye Shu could hear were the sounds of "Haoyougen!" "Adugen!" "Jiajiabulugen!"

Ye Shu turned her head and saw two people sitting on the sofa facing the TV wall.

A man, who looked to be four or five years older than Ye Shu, was holding the handle, pressing buttons while muttering to himself:

"Hey! No...don't jump with a heavy kick! Holy crap, is that a rising dragon punch?"

And next to him, in the middle of the sofa, sat an old man.

The old man looked quite old; he had very little hair left, just a small ring of white hair at the back. He wore a hearing aid and was holding a controller, pressing buttons on the TV.

Ye Shu was completely dumbfounded. What... what is this? Where's the old intellectual? Where's Kong Yiji? Who is this old man with a hearing aid fighting Street Fighter?

Xiao Nuan wasn't too surprised, whether it was because of her personality or because she was already used to it.

She took Ye Shu's hand, walked to the sofa, and sat down quietly, her eyes fixed on the game screen on the TV.

Ye Shu sat down next to him and then noticed that the young man was wearing a white suit shirt and black trousers.

An Hongyi, who was beating up the child, was wearing a blue T-shirt with a Donald Duck drawn on it.

After witnessing firsthand how An Hongyi's Ryu knocked out Chun-Li, Ye Shu was completely speechless.

"Hahaha, you brat, you think you can fight your grandpa? You'll have decades to train. When your dad was your age, I beat him up in the arcade. Now it's your turn, hahaha...pfft."

An Hongyi was so happy that his dentures fell out. He quickly closed his mouth and they clicked back into place.

After getting his dentures put on, the old man reached out to his grandson beside him:

"Hurry up, you have to accept the consequences of your bet."

The young man, somewhat helpless, took a red bill from his pocket and put it into the old man's hand.

"You've almost won over my salary."

An Hongyi held the red bill, looked up at the window to check if it was real or fake, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

"Kid, don't say your grandpa bullied you. If you're not happy, let's have another round. This time, grandpa's being generous; consider it as you choosing someone for me, how about it?"

The young man seemed to notice the two extra people on the sofa, his eyes lit up, and he even gave Ye Shu a very polite smile.

Ye Shu actually read the words "saved" in the eyes of this person she was meeting for the first time, and smiled and nodded at him.

"Grandpa, stop playing for a moment. Your precious granddaughter is back, and she's brought your grandson-in-law with her."