The Lan Family’s Aid Chapter 15:

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Singer B’s voice, paired with Lan Yan’s playing, has an outstanding effect.

Many girls who stopped took out their mobile phones to take pictures, exclaiming, "That one with blue eyes is so handsome!"

Some people who can hear the clues will applaud singer B’s singing.

For a time, the lively atmosphere was completely different from before.

Lan Yan hasn’t played the guitar for several years, and now her fingers are a little rusty. However, he guessed that few people present could tell where he made a mistake. When he first learned guitar, he just thought that if one day he was about to starve to death, he would carry the guitar and wander around the world, maybe he could support his family.

I never expected that I would be so poor now.

Singer B gradually became excited due to the increase in the number of onlookers. With his surging singing and swaying body, he seemed to be under the spotlight.

The audience's emotions were aroused, and several clapped their hands in agreement.

After that, the applause lasted for a long time.

Lan Yan was very calm, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his eyes only fixed on the music score, never looking at the crowd. Such a cold appearance made many girls' eyes linger on his face.

Yin Xiaodao is a complete duck. Lan Yan can cook, which she thinks is already very good. I didn't expect him to play guitar.

She once thought that Lan Yan's life was boring, nothing more than sleeping.

It turns out otherwise.

Yin Xiaodao paid attention to the expressions of the surrounding audience.

Logically speaking, the enemy is in the dark, and Lan Yan really shouldn't be gathering popularity like this in public. She didn't understand if he was really not afraid of death.

At this time, a girl A standing nearby happily discussed with her friend and said, "How much do you think it would be better to give him?"

Her friend hesitated and said, "Twenty."

Girl A immediately retorted, "Too few."

"I only gave ten yuan to the one in front."

"This guy is so handsome, let's give him fifty." When Girl A spoke, her eyes never left Lan Yan, "It's really hard to be handsome these days!" Her voice was suppressed. Excited.

Yin Xiaodao was a little puzzled. Looks are given by parents, nothing is easy.

She fixed her gaze on Lan Yan's face.

His usual expressions are very rich, with emotions, anger, sorrow and joy flashing one by one. It's rare to be so quiet and cold now. It seemed that the longer she lived with him, the more she felt that his essence was actually not bad.

After finishing a song, Girl A walked up to Lan Yan with a smile, blushing and asked if he could take a photo with her.

"Sorry." He smiled, the setting sun reflected in his eyes, covering his face with a layer of light yellow.

Girl A is quite embarrassed. She dropped fifty dollars into her guitar bag and asked again.

Lan Yan’s answer is the same as before.

In the end, girl A looked disappointed and retreated to her friend.

Singer B looked at the banknote and felt filled with emotion. When he used to play and sing, most of the money he received was a few dimes, and even five-yuan notes rarely appeared. In comparison, this fifty yuan is really a huge sum of money.

Lan Yan was in a good mood and played four or five songs.

Most of the people who stopped for him were women.

There was also a girl B who directly pressed money into his hand. After returning to the audience, Girl B’s friend chirped, “Wow, I got his hand!”

Girl B smiled shyly under the coaxing of her friends.

Lan Yan looked as gentle as ever on the surface, but he was not very happy in his heart and wanted to wash his hands immediately.

When he was about to leave, the singer Yi thanked him repeatedly. After hesitating for a few seconds, Singer B bent down and picked up the fifty yuan note from his guitar bag and handed it over. "Thank you very much."

Lan Yan accepted it without any politeness.

At first he just couldn't bear to see Singer A winning with his face. Now he calculated that he would make a net profit of nearly two hundred yuan by playing a few random tunes.

You can go to the vegetable market to buy some meat and ribs to feed that stupid kid.

After Lan Yan walked some distance away, he turned around and asked, "Knife Guard, do you think I can earn your food money by performing like this?" Her appetite put a lot of financial pressure on him.

"I don't know." Yin Xiaodao replied as usual.

Lan Yan glared at her fiercely, "If you weren't so good at eating, why would I have to work so hard?" After all, he is also known as the second young master of the Lan family. To be so poor is really sad to hear. The person shed tears. He imagined that if he came out to perform every day, he could earn several thousand yuan a month. In addition to the basic salary of the factory director, it can cover the rent and daily expenses.

I just don’t know if the chance of getting shot in the head would be doubled if he showed up so openly.

To be honest, there is a fool who follows him every day, and he doesn’t want to die so early yet.

Perhaps performing arts can only be done occasionally.

Yin Xiaodao looked at him and said, "You can also have a simple meal." He took the initiative to buy the piles of big fish and meat. Obviously he wanted to eat it himself.

"Then you can eat clear soup and white rice." Lan Yan said confidently, "I am growing tall, so my nutrition must be balanced."

"Okay." As long as she can eat enough, she is not picky.

He smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth curved, "Knife Guard, how did you grow up like this?" He was so stupid that he wanted to bully him all the time. Seeing her stern and old-fashioned look, he really couldn't restrain himself from being venomous.

Because bullying her will make him feel good.

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Because he made money today, Lan Yan bought a lot of vegetables and went home.

While passing by the market near the community, I saw an old woman from out of town selling mugwort cakes.

Lan Yan had never eaten it before, so he was curious and bought a dozen as a dessert after the meal.

It was this curiosity that made his stomach upset.

The moment before the commotion, Lan Yan was watching a prime-time drama in the living room. He was gnawing on the watermelon and crossed his legs, feeling very comfortable. The next second, his stomach began to roll strangely.

He covered his hands and looked towards the bathroom.

Yin Xiaodao is taking a bath inside.

She takes a shower very quickly.

So he thought it would be okay to endure it for the time being.

However, the cramping pain came suddenly, accompanied by a "gurgling" sound.

Lan Yan didn't have time to analyze what he had eaten wrong. He took three steps at a time, rushed to the bathroom, and slammed the door, "Knife guard, have you finished washing?" He thought he could yell out. But when he spoke, it was Douyin.

"Yeah." Yin Xiaodao turned off the shower.

"Come on...I can't do it anymore!" He was extremely annoyed. Why didn't he rent a two-bathroom house in the first place?

When Yin Xiaodao heard this, his heart trembled, thinking that he had been attacked. She didn't have time to wipe her semi-wet body, put on her coat and jumped over to open the door.

The door opens.

Lan Yan half-bent over, covering his abdomen, with a thin layer of cold sweat on his face. His lips trembled and he said, "I... need to go to the toilet..."

She felt relieved, nodded, and gave way to him.

He hurried in, closed the door and went straight to the toilet.

After finishing, Lan Yan sighed with relief. It's just that little bit close, it's such a close call.

After he sighed, he sat down and didn't want to get up for a while. As his eyes swept across the shelves, something caught his eye.

That's a bra wrap.

Lan Yan squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully.

It can be seen that it is a thick fabric. Long curls.

It's really hard for her to endure such a hot day.

Lan Yan tried to recall what Yin Xiaodao looked like without wearing a bra just now. But I can't remember it at all.

All he cared about at that time was the pain.

After Lan Yan finished washing his hands, he shook off the water in his hands. After wiping it dry with a paper towel, he went over and picked up the bra wrap.

His expression was one of disapproval.

This is actually still used in this day and age. It’s true that the hills have been forced into pits.

He put the bra wrap back in place and left the bathroom.

Yin Xiaodao was sitting on the sofa with her back to him. When she heard the door open, she turned around.

"Knife guard." Lan Yan spoke feebly, "Aren't you acclimated?" Since he came to Xincheng, he has formed an indissoluble bond with the toilet.

"No."

"How many moxa cakes have you eaten?"

"Four."

"Fuck! What an iron stomach, but nothing happened." Could it be that he usually eats too healthily, so he can't resist toxins? Is this a chef’s tragedy?

Lan Yan half-slumped into the sofa and put a hand on his forehead.

Yin Xiaodao saw that he looked very weak, so he leaned over and felt his pulse.

His eyelids lifted slightly.

When he saw her with a flat chest before, he just thought of her as a tomboy. Now she wasn't wearing that thick layer of fabric, only her coat. Faintly visible, you can still see a hill inside. The bud/petal in the middle seems to be soft.

Yin Xiaodao held his wrist and said nothing.

He moved his gaze to her face.

She looked at his face too.

"Let me go!" He was fierce again.

Yin Xiaodao let go of his hand, but still stared at him.

He lost his temper and said, "What are you doing!"

"Your Excellency has a nosebleed."

"..." Lan Yan remained still for six seconds.

Then he raised his fingers and touched his nose.

Six seconds later, he laughed dryly.

"The weather is hot, and the virtual fire is relatively strong."