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Chapter 244 Who is Xiaolin Midori?


Chapter 244 Who is Xiaolin Midori?



"First time we meet. My surname is An, and I am here to pay New Year greetings."



Wang Zixu's heart seemed to be suddenly clenched by invisible hands. Memory fragments surged instantly.



An Younan is holding a red wine glass and smiling in the light and shadow; An Younan is waving on the riverside and saying "Little Prince, see you after heat death"; An Younan is crying silently in the luxury car with the windows closed...



Every frame of the picture is bright and dazzling, with a scorching temperature.



But the person in front of me is completely different from those images - her cheeks are slightly reddish by the snow-white fluffy fur collar, her expression is innocent and innocent, she looks like a female college student who has gone to the wrong door.



His throat was so tight that he could not squeeze out a single syllable. If the vocal cords can still be used, what he most wants to ask is probably:



Miss, what brand new version is this?



“Who is it?” Lao Wang’s voice came from behind.



He poked his head around and saw An Younan at the door. He paused on the spot and turned to Wang Zixu: "Your friend?"



Before Wang Zixu could speak, An Younan said first: "Hello, uncle, my name is An Younan, and I'm here to pay New Year's greetings."



"New Year's greetings?" Lao Wang's eyes roamed over her body, his eyes filled with confusion.



The young girl in front of me has a delicate face, well-dressed, and good temperament. No matter how you think about it, she has nothing to do with his family.



An Younan said: "My mother is An Huilan. She told me that I have a half-brother in Xihe, and I came to see him today."



These words were like thunder, splitting Wang Zixu's mind with a "buzz".



Before Lao Wang could comprehend the meaning of her words, Wang Zixu pushed An Younan out of the door, stepped out and closed the door behind him.



“What on earth do you want to do?!” Wang Zixu asked in a low voice.



An Younan tilted his head, his eyes were clear and innocent: "Hello, sir? Didn't I just explain my purpose of coming? I'm here to pay New Year's greetings. Are you my brother I've never met?"



"It's you!" Wang Zixu gritted his teeth.



He was gritting his teeth not out of anger. The sound of An Younan calling "brother" made his teeth ache, and he couldn't help but shudder. He could only squeeze out the words by gritting his teeth.



An Younan's eyes widened, and he put his hand in front of his lips, rolling his eyes: "Wow, this is how you treat people you just met? So rude!"



"Can you stop making trouble?"



An Younan didn't know Lao Wang's character at all. She directly mentioned Ms. An's name and revealed this relationship. She was simply jumping into Lao Wang's minefield.



He was very afraid that Comrade Lao Wang's fragile nerves would be completely disconnected, and he would act up in front of everyone and lose the dignity that the Wang family had carefully maintained.



It is obvious that An Younan does not understand the dangers involved. If she behaves according to her own temper, she may not know how this year will turn out.



When he was about to say something else, the door behind him opened with a click. Lao Wang stood at the door, with no trace of emotion on his face.



"Your name is An Younan?"



An Younan touched his heels lightly and stood up straighter: "Yes!"



"Are you... An Huilan and the one she was looking for later?" Lao Wang asked.



"Yes," An Younan answered simply, "She gave birth to me later, so I am an only child."



"Then how did you think of finding my family? My family has nothing to do with you." Wang Jianguo asked. He used an inquiry tone rather than a questioning tone.



An Younan’s voice was clear: “Because I know I have an older brother. Now that I know there are relatives somewhere in this world that I don’t know about, of course I want to come and have a look.”



Wang Jianguo was silent for a few seconds, then stepped aside to open the door: "Come in."



An Younan walked briskly, his boots making a "dong-dong" sound on the floor, and he walked into Wang Zixu's house openly.



Lao Wang seemed to be mentally stable, and it was difficult for Wang Zixu to stop him, but his heart was still hanging in the air.



After entering the house, Lao Zhang knew that the drama that followed was an internal matter of the Wang family, so he greeted his family members knowingly and prepared to leave. Before leaving, everyone couldn't help but look at An Younan curiously.



This girl has a delicate face, and the fingers sticking out of the thick cuffs are as delicate and white as magnolia buds in early spring; her legs wrapped in black leggings are exposed under the wide down jacket and are straight.



She stood in this simple living room, like a greasy toolbox in a hardware store with a bunch of platinum jewelry mixed in. Lao Zhang murmured in his heart: When did Lao Wang’s family get involved with such a person?



Zhang Xixi’s eyes were full of undisguised amusement, searching back and forth on Wang Zixu’s face, trying to dig out any clues for gossip. Wang Zixu watched his eyes, nose and heart, maintaining an almost deliberate calm on his face, not letting any emotion leak out.



“Remember to come to my house for dinner in the evening.” Lao Zhanglin gave one last instruction before going out.



“Okay, definitely.” Wang Jianguo responded.



The door closed, and the footsteps of Lao Zhang and his family disappeared.



"Sit down." Wang Jianguo pointed to the sofa, then turned to Wang Zixu, with an unquestionable sense of command in his tone, "Go and pour a cup of tea, and use the tea leaves well."



In front of his ex-wife and children, he subconsciously wanted to show off as the head of the family and prove that he had lived a good life these years.



Wang Zixu nodded obediently and followed the instructions. As long as Lao Wang can maintain his apparent calmness and self-esteem, he is willing to cooperate in carrying this sedan.



“How old are you this year?” Lao Wang turned to An Younan and spoke in a gentler tone.



“22, almost 23 years old.” An Younan answered obediently.



“Are you still studying?”



“Already going to work.” An Younan blinked, looking calm.



"You go to work so early? Where do you work? A state-owned enterprise or a civil servant?"



"Working in a private company." An Younan answered lightly.



The words "working in a private enterprise" fell into Lao Wang's ears, which made him feel instantly relieved.



Working in a private company after graduating from college shows that the family does not have a strong background. This shows that even if the ex-wife went elsewhere, she did not find a better life. This realization made him feel very happy from the bottom of his heart.



Of course, he never dreamed that the "private company" mentioned by An Younan refers to Xunyi Galaxy, a Fortune 500 giant. And her so-called "part-time job" is to be a senior executive with real power and an annual salary of one million.



There is no need to let Lao Wang know this.



Next, Lao Wang asked a few more troubling questions about the parents. An Younan was always frank and answered all questions (although the sincerity of the answers was open to question), with just the right amount of brightness in his words.



After going back and forth for several rounds, Wang Zixu clearly felt that his old father's favor for An Younan was rising steadily.



"Uncle, what's the address here?" An Younan took out his mobile phone, "I want to order a takeaway, but I haven't eaten it for lunch yet."



Lao Wang slapped his thigh: "Silly girl, this is the Chinese New Year, how can we get takeout? Just wait, I'll cook some dishes for you."



An Younan put down his mobile phone and put on a simple smile on his face: "Isn't this good? I'm too troublesome for you."



"You're celebrating the New Year, let alone Wang Zixu's sister, even if you are a stranger, I can't starve you! Just wait!"



Before the words fell, people had already entered the kitchen in a hurry.



As soon as the door closed, the panic on An Younan's face disappeared instantly. She quickly turned around, faced Wang Zixu, and made a small, victorious "V" with her right hand in front of her chest.



“Did you see? Your father has already agreed.”



Wang Zixu’s heart skipped a beat: “Agree to what?”



"I agree that I am your sister."



The prince said in vain: "...Are you ridiculous?"



He lowered his voice and asked: "So, why are you here? Do your parents know that you are coming?"



An Younan is deliberately old Instructing in a loud voice:



"Comrade Wang Zixu, you should show your surprise and sincere welcome to me as a distinguished guest, instead of asking, 'Why are you here?' 'How on earth are you here?'. You are very childlike!"



"What kind of childishness do you need at your age?"



An Younan ignored him and went around the rooms of the Wang family, checking for traces of life in the house.



The kitchen door opened with a "clatter", and Lao Wang came out with a steaming plate of tomato scrambled eggs. The golden eggs were paired with ruddy tomatoes, and the color was attractive.



"Okay, come and eat, kid."



"Thank you!" An Younan put on a sweet smile and followed over like a chicken.



As if Lao Wang wanted to defend some kind of dignity, the meal was cooked quickly and well. In the small kitchen, spatulas were flying, and soon, home-cooked dishes were served one after another.



An Younan picked up the chopsticks with an elegant and graceful posture, as if performing a small ceremony, and finally ate the food on the plate, making Lao Wang Laohuai very happy.



The atmosphere became more harmonious after the meal. The two chatted more and more passionately, and the topic turned to what happened when Wang Zixu was a child. Lao Wang spoke so vividly that An Younan chuckled, and the clear laughter echoed in the small living room.



When the conversation got started, Lao Wang even dug out a dusty old photo album. An Younan immediately leaned over, like a curious little animal, his eyes widened, and his fingertips gently ran across the old photos covered with plastic film, carefully identifying the young Ms. An and the child version of Wang Zixu in the photos who looked ignorant and had a very different temperament from her current one. From time to time, she let out "tsk tsk" exclamations, as if she was admiring some rare treasure.



One afternoon passed, and An Younan had become Lao Wang’s caring little cotton-padded jacket. Wang Zixu couldn't help but sigh, this woman is really a born politician and can handle well with anyone.



On the other hand, Lao Wang also has a bright personality. If only a few years earlier, he had heard about Ms. An, let alone opening the door to welcome guests, he would have been good if he didn't raise his fists and speak.



An Younan added: "This New Year greeting to my uncle, I originally brought a bunch of boxing gifts, but I am not used to taking the train alone and leaving all the gifts and luggage on the car! Otherwise, I would never come here with empty hands."



When Lao Wang heard this, he became anxious: "You have lost all your things? Then you have to find them quickly."



An Younan raised his face and waved his hand, as if brushing away a few specks of dust:



"Forget it, it's only ten or twenty thousand, don't worry, I'll make up for it together with this time when I come next time."



Upon hearing "ten or twenty thousand", Lao Wang couldn't sit still at all, and waved his hand, asking Wang Zixu to hurry up and get the things back.



In ordering his son, Lao Wang showed amazing leadership talent. An Younan took the high-speed train, and her luggage might have been thousands of miles away at this time, but Lao Wang asked him to take care of it without saying a word.



Wang Zixu deeply doubted that if An Younan suddenly said that Atlas V dropped the rover on Mars, Lao Wang would also wave his hand and let him deal with it.



Lao Wang asked again: "How many days will Xiao An stay in Xihe?"



An Younan replied: "If nothing happens, I will be here for the entire holiday."



“You lost your luggage, where will you stay next?”



“I didn’t lose my wallet, and I still have my ID card, so I can stay in the hotel.”



"How unsafe is it to stay in a hotel? Listen to me, you stay here."



"Isn't it good? It will bother you too much..."



"What's wrong? You can stay in Wang Zixu's room. He's not at home usually. The brand new sheets and quilt covers I just washed are sun-drenched and no one has touched them, so you can stay in his room."



" Hehe, what a coincidence? "



"It doesn't matter to you. Isn't such a big sofa big enough for him?"



An Younan’s eyes were crooked, he glanced at Wang Zixu like a fox, covered his mouth and said:



“Hehe, then I will be disrespectful!~”



On Wang Zixu’s side, he just contacted the conductor of the Anyounan high-speed train through the railway applet.



The other party told me that the luggage was found and that it would be transferred to another bus to take it back to Xihe Station. It could arrive on the same day, but you must bring your ID card to pick it up.



An Younan didn’t know the way, so Lao Wang assigned Wang Zixu to take her there. Under the escort of Lao Wang, Wang Zixu went out with the new "sister".



The door of the house closed gently behind him, instantly cutting off the warmth and noise in the house. The cool air of a winter afternoon blows in the face with the city's unique dusty smell, which makes people feel refreshed.



The two of them walked side by side in silence on the slightly bleak path in the courtyard, and the dead branches made a squeaking sound when they were pulled by the wind. Since her sudden appearance, the two of them were truly alone for the first time, and the air seemed to become thinner and more subtle.



After getting into Wang Zixu's car, the door just slammed shut. Wang Zixu almost immediately turned his head and locked An Younan with his eyes:



"So, why are you here this time?"



He did not think that An Younan's enthusiasm for Lao Wang was sincere.



When he first met An Younan, wasn't he also fascinated by her impeccable social skills and contagious enthusiasm? It was only later that he realized that it was just her innate basic social skills, a kind of charming magic that could be easily cast on anyone.



Although Lao Wang was being coaxed to smile by her at the moment, as if he was a "loving father and a filial daughter", maybe once the Spring Festival is over, she will completely forget about this warmth. She would probably never set foot in the small town of Xihe again in her life.



She is definitely not here to pay New Year greetings. The embarrassing status of her mother’s ex-husband is not worth the waste of action of this profit-oriented woman.



So he must find out what she is thinking.



An Younan didn’t seem to hear Wang Zixu’s question. He lowered his head and curiously rubbed the passenger seat surface with his fingers:



“The interior of your car looks okay. Is it genuine leather?”



“Don’t interrupt,” Wang Zixu said, “I thought that last time we Separation means goodbye, how many days have passed? "



An Younan rolled his eyes and said, "Who said I wanted to say goodbye to you forever?" "You said it, you said before that when I get off the bus, it means goodbye, you said you will never see me again in this life.



An Younan clenched her pink fist, and her small fist struck Wang Zixu in the chest with a little bit of anger and indignity:



"Farewell! Farewell! Farewell! Okay, you have been beaten to death by me!"



She stopped, took a breath, her eyes were bright, she opened her palms and looked at him His eyes were full of confusion:



"Ami padme hum! Okay, you have been resurrected by me again! Okay, we have said goodbye forever, and we can be together forever."



Wang Zixu stared at her with a calm and deep face, as if watching a child acting unreasonably, which made An Younan very angry.



"What are you looking at?" An Younan was like a wild cat that had been stepped on and exploded, "If you dare to mention what happened before, I will go up and tell your dad that my first kiss was you."



Wang Zixu suddenly lost color, and his tone rose a bit: "Why is this?"


An Younan smiled proudly: "That's it. I already have my uncle's mobile phone number, and I have the right to file a complaint at any time. If you don't believe me, try bullying me again."



In the past, now, and in the future, Wang Zixu will always be the one she can easily manipulate. Whether he is the "little prince" or the "brother" in name only, this has never changed.



Wang Zixu took a deep breath: "Okay, let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the present. We are brothers and sisters now. This is a fact and you can't change it. Brothers and sisters cannot fall in love."



An Younan rolled his eyes: "Who said I want to fall in love with you?"



Wang Zixu was speechless for a moment: "Then what are you doing here?"



“Do I have to fall in love with you when I come to my mother’s hometown?” An Younan said, “I want to see where she once lived, feel the road she has traveled, appreciate the scenery she has seen, and what her taste is. The local customs will nourish her...can't it?"



The prince had nothing to say: "Okay, if that's all, I will be your guide."



A trace of pride at a successful plot quickly passed through An Younan's eyes, like a small fish jumping out of the water and sinking quickly.



She didn’t tell a big lie just now. If the "mother" in her words were replaced by "Zixu", it would be the real truth.



She wanted to see the place where he once lived. Walk the path he has walked, see the scenery he has seen, breathe and live in his city.



Wang Zixu drove the car slowly out of the internal road of the community. Just after leaving the hospital, the traffic flow that merged into the main road was immediately frozen, and the brake lights connected into a red river, slowly crawling forward.



An Younan felt the first cultural shock from Xihe.



"Why is there such a traffic jam?!"



Wang Zixu's fingers tapped on the steering wheel unconsciously, looking at the endless traffic queue ahead, his tone was familiar. He said plainly: "No way, let's celebrate the New Year."



An Younan said: "Shouldn't the New Year be about no traffic jams and empty streets?"



"That's the East China Sea," Wang Zixu said. "The East China Sea is a city where people are imported, and the West River is a city where people are exported. During the Chinese New Year, the floating population goes back to their homes, so naturally the East Sea is empty and the West River is blocked."


“Oh.” An Younan suddenly realized, leaning on the car window to watch the traffic, “Wow, Cayenne, wow, Cullinan. Are there so many rich people here?”



"The rich people in Xihe are like cockroaches. They are all over the streets, but if you really look for them, you can't find them." Wang Zixu paused, and out of serious consideration, added, "The only one I know is Ning Chun Yan."



"Is Ning Chun Yan considered rich?" An Younan turned her head and looked at Wang Zixu. The latter was convinced that Stalin had the same expression when he asked the Pope how many divisions he had.



“It depends on who it is. It definitely counts for me.”



The car trudged forward along with the traffic flow and entered the main road. The traffic flow did not decrease but increased.



Wang Zixu found a parking space at the edge of the parking lot in front of a medium-sized supermarket. He moved back and forth and used micro-control to squeeze the car into the small gap. Turn off the engine and apply the handbrake.



“Stop right here, there is more traffic ahead.” Wang Zixu unbuckled his seat belt, “There is still some way to the train station, let’s walk there.”



The two got off the car and walked side by side on the slightly noisy street. An Younan tilted her head and kept her eyes on his face, looking at him unabashedly, making Wang Zixu feel a little uncomfortable.



“What’s wrong?” He finally couldn’t help but turned around and asked.



An Younan’s eyes were bright, as if they had been washed by rain, shining brightly: “I like the tone of your words very much.”



"What kind?"



"It's that kind of..." She tilted her head slightly, as if catching the feeling floating in the air, "It's weightless, light and airy, as if it was said casually, but it can clearly explain the causes and consequences of something, and the ins and outs, making people feel..." She thought about it seriously and found a word, "Well, it's very reliable."


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After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Wang Zixu again: "Didn't anyone say that?"



Wang Zixu said: "No, someone did. But I’m a bit pretentious.”



“Who said that?”



“Ning Chun Banquet.”



An Younan pursed her lips. Mentioning the same name twice seemed to raise a cord in her heart. Maybe she has used up her quota for "naming Ning Chun Banquet" today, so she doesn't want to continue.



After a brief silence, Wang Zixu spoke again: "However, there is another person who said similar things."



"Who?"



"Miroku Xiaolin," Wang Zixu said, "But she said it to Watanabe-kun. "



"Who is Xiaolin Midoriko?"



"In "Norwegian Wood""



"Please stop quoting, Brother Wang Zixu, you are making me very stressed."



"Why?"



"It makes me feel uneducated."



As they spoke, the two of them followed the flow of people and walked to the entrance of the huge square of the train station, which was filled with festival crowds. The commotion was overwhelming.



The prince searched the entrance with virtual eyes, and was drafting in his mind how to explain his purpose to the flight attendant. A voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.



“Prince Xu?”