"It's about my biological parents!"

Jiang Yan said in a deep voice.

In an instant, the entire living room could be heard of pins falling, Father Jiang's expression was complicated, he nodded with difficulty, and took out the envelope from his pocket.

"This is a letter from the orphanage that adopted you, with the contact information of your biological parents, sorry son, I..."

Father Jiang stammered a little.

"I didn't ask the orphanage staff to reveal our home addresses." Father Jiang said frankly.

"Yan Yan, you have grown up, and the choice is in your hands."

Jiang's mother held Jiang's father's hand tightly, and her heart was extremely entangled.

In fact, the letter was delivered to Jiang's mother as early as a month ago.

Jiang's mother was reluctant to tell Jiang Yan, afraid of losing this son, but she felt guilty of not telling Jiang Yan, so after thinking about it, she decided to be honest.

Jiang Luoli put down her chopsticks, she was very nervous, even more nervous than Jiang Yan, her eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for Jiang Yan to make a choice.

The envelope lay quietly on the table, unopened.

Feeling the eyes of the whole family on him, Jiang Yan picked up the envelope and felt the friction between his fingers and the paper.

In the next second, Jiang Yan directly tore it up and threw it into the trash.

"Mom, I'm not full, do I still have dumplings?"

Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Mother Jiang's eyes were filled with tears, she quickly wiped her tears and quickly stood up.

"Yes, it's too much, it's not enough for Mom to continue to pack it for you!" Mother Jiang walked into the kitchen and cried with joy.

"Hmph, he's my son!"

Mother Jiang muttered to herself.

"He's my son!"

Mother Jiang's tone was firm.

At the dining table, Jiang's father was in a good mood, took out the good wine that had been treasured for many years, poured a glass and handed it to Jiang Yan, and then poured himself a glass.

"New Year's Day, New Year, New Year!"

Father Jiang said to drink all the liquor in the cup, and Jiang Yan also drank it all when he saw this.

Looking at the torn envelope in the trash can, Jiang Yan did not regret his choice.

"Oh, really, why does the trash can stink so much, I'm going to dump it."

Jiang Luoli walked out with a freshly changed garbage bag and pink plush slippers.

As soon as he finished breakfast, Xuan Yiran's family came over to visit the door.

"Jiang Yan, you sing well."

Xuan Yiran is dressed quite beautifully today, the combination of a skirt and a white shirt, from behind, the skirt is wrapped in a plump peach, and the waist line is suddenly tightened, and the hem of the women's shirt is tucked into the skirt, the plump curve and narrow waistline outline the man's dry mouth.

But it's still the same sentence, no black silk, bad review!

Taking off the thick down jacket, Xuan Yiran grabbed August who was working hard to cook, and then began to pet the cat.

At yesterday's Spring Festival Gala, Xuan Yiran insisted on seeing the end, and was most impressed by Jiang Yan's "Unforgettable Tonight".

Jiang Yan Geyou was lying on the sofa, and when he heard Xuan Yiran's words, he remembered that he forgot to reply to Xuan Yiran's New Year's instructions as a lonely wine.

"Lone Wine, congratulations on becoming a platinum writer!"

"So, what about the black silk?"

Jiang Yan skillfully drove the car.

Because Xuan Yiran and his family visited the door, the living room was very lively.

The elders chatted for a while and decided to go to other neighbors' houses together, leaving only Jiang Yan, Xuan Yiran, and Jiang Luoli.

Seeing the news sent by Lone Wine, Xuan Yiran pursed her lips.

The chat record between the two last time was still in whether Xuan Yiran regarded Jiang Yan as a younger brother or as a childhood sweetheart.

After such a long time, Xuan Yiran figured it out.

She has always regarded Jiang Yan as a stinky brother, and she has no other strange ideas.

"You're an old critic with Lone Wine!"

Xuan Yiran rolled her eyes and said coldly.

Jiang Yan: "......"

"What old pervert?" Jiang Luoli stepped forward and saw Xuan Yiran's mobile phone screen.

"Hahaha, Jiang Yan, you and Gujiu really smell the same, no wonder they become good friends."

Jiang Luoli's tears came out of her laughter.

The title of Leg Playing Year was given to Xuan Yiran by Jiang Yan, Xuan Yiran used to drive in front of Jiang Yan, so Jiang Yan thought of a trick and made a preemptive strike.

Every time he met with Xuan Yiran, Jiang Yan would say why he didn't wear black silk today, and Xuan Yiran was speechless and fell silent.

Jiang Yan's expression was calm.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed.

While it's okay now, it's just time to talk to Xuan Yiran about the new book.

Jiang Yan crossed Erlang's legs and continued to type.

"I'm going to release a new book in a while."

Seeing Lone Wine talking about business, Xuan Yiran walked to the balcony by himself.

"So fast?"

"Covering the Sky" just ended a few years ago, and it is less than a month away.

Xuan Yiran thought that Lone Wine would rest for a while before he would consider releasing a new book.

"What topic, how many manuscripts have been saved, don't rush to send it first, I will report to the editor-in-chief when the time comes, and give your new book a warm-up promotion in advance."

Xuan Yiran replied.

"I'll go to the bedroom to catch up on some sleep, and you can talk." Jiang Yan yawned, returned to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and sent both the Chinese and vernacular versions of "Journey to the West" to Xuan Yiran's mailbox.

"Journey to the West?"

Xuan Yiran took the lead in clicking on the Chinese version.

Chapter 1 "The Spiritual Root Cultivation Origins Outflow, and the Spiritual Cultivation Dao Birth"

Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one can see it.

Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity.

Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good.

If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must watch the Legend of Journey to the West.

Xuan Yiran looked at it and frowned.

"It's not suitable for online publishing."

As a professional editor, Xuan Yiran can see that Gujiu's cultural attainments are very deep, and he actually wrote an article in Chinese!

But readers are Tu Yile, they work so hard every day, no one will look up the dictionary, especially "Journey to the West" is mixed with a lot of complex and bitter idioms.

For example, this paragraph: and not the west; Shen Shi Shi and sunset; Dusk and people are fixed. For example, in the case of large numbers, if it reaches the end of the meeting, then the heavens and the earth will be darkened and all things will be lost.

Xuan Yiran didn't understand what this meant at all, it was too profound!

"Lonely wine, your new book..."

Xuan Yiran didn't finish typing, and saw the vernacular version of "Journey to the West".

Two versions?

Xuan Yiran turned her head to look at Jiang Luoli.

"Luo Li, do you have a computer at home?" Xuan Yiran asked.

"Yes, there is one in Jiang Yan's room and two in the e-sports room."

Jiang Luoli pointed to Xu Wenxue's carefully renovated e-sports room.

Sitting in the gaming chair and turning on the computer, Xuan Yiran logged in to his account, and then opened the vernacular version of "Journey to the West".

Chapter 1 "The Birth of the Monkey King"

This is a mythical story, legend has it that a long, long time ago, the world was divided into Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Continent, South Ganbu Continent, and North Julu Continent.

In Dongsheng Shenzhou Aolai country, there is a Huaguo Mountain, there is a fairy stone on the mountain, one day the fairy stone cracks, rolls out of the stone an egg, this egg becomes a stone monkey when it sees the wind, the monkey eyes shoot out a golden light, worship in all directions.

Xuan Yiran nodded with satisfaction, it is still simple and easy to understand in the vernacular, which is more suitable for readers to watch.

"Yiran, have you finished reading it, after reading it, I feel like I have turned to the next page." Jiang Luoli stared straight at the computer screen.

"Why, you're also interested in the new book of Lone Wine?"