Because of his father's return, Ye Qinghe couldn't sleep all night.

In his living memory, his father was the epitome of ruthlessness and harshness.

He is decisive and meticulous, no sand can be rubbed in his eyes, and what he believes will not be easily changed. He didn't even hesitate to send Ye Ya away at that time, even if the girl looked exactly the same as his deceased youngest daughter.

Ye Qinghe had been hiding Ye Ya's existence from his father all this time, just because he was afraid that his father would take Ye Ya away when no one else said a word.

Ye Qinghe tossed and turned on the bed. His sister was too young, like a puppy, with no attack or self-protection power. As long as he thought of the scars on her body, his heart ached, no matter what, Ye Ya would be left behind this time.

In the darkness, Ye Qinghe opened his eyes.

- He is going to hide Yeya.

Ye Qinghe got up suddenly, put on slippers and came to Ye Ziyu's room.

"Ziyu..."

On the bed, Ye Ziyu was sound asleep, Ye Qinghe climbed onto the bed, stretched out his hand and pushed him.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ziyu rolled over and waved his hand impatiently.

"You wake up, I have something to tell you."

"I'm very sleepy, brother." Ye Ziyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, his voice was slurred, "Tomorrow..."

Ye Qinghe paused: "Get up, I'll give you the set of limited-edition Transformers in my room."

Limited.

Transformers…

That's a man's romance! !

Ye Ziyu was successfully tempted, lifted the quilt and sat up, "Okay, say it, I'll listen."

"Dad will be back the day after tomorrow."

"I know." Ye Ziyu nodded, triumphantly, "When Dad comes back, I will let Dad drive her away."

The one she was referring to was Ye Ya.

Ye Qinghe pursed his lips, this is what he wanted to say...

His eyelashes trembled uneasily, he took Ye Ziyu's hand, and lowered his voice unconsciously: "Can you hide Ya Ya in the secret room of your room?"

Behind the wall of this room is a secret room that was opened up. It was specially built by Ye Linchuan in order to relieve his emotions. Whenever Ye Ziyu fell ill or was in a bad mood, he would go in. There were his favorite books and toys in it. , and mother's relics.

Ye Qinghe thought about it.

He wants to put Ye Ya there temporarily, and take advantage of this time to explore his father's words and persuade him to release Ye Ya after that.

Ye Ziyu frowned: "Ah?" He was not happy, "I don't want it."

Ye Qinghe: "Transformers."

Ye Ziyu: "But..."

Ye Qinghe: "Limited."

"…"

"Then... just, just one day." In front of the toys, Ye Ziyu compromised, "Only one day."

"Okay." Ye Qinghe smiled comfortably, "You also promise me that you can't tell Dad Ye Ya's news."

"Got it." Ye Ziyu was so sleepy, he yawned, "Is there anything else, brother? I'm going to sleep now."

"No, you have a good sleep." Ye Qinghe jumped out of bed and returned to his room.

**

The next day Ye Qinghe was going to class, and he decided to come back at night and delete the surveillance at home, making sure not to leave any clues. When Ye Qinghe left, there were only two children left in the house, Ye Ye Yu and Ye Ya.

Ye Ziyu did not go to kindergarten because of his illness, and all his studies were carried out directly at home. Ye Ya knew that Ye Ziyu didn't like him, so she tried her best not to have contact with Ye Qinghe while Ye Qinghe was away.

After washing up in the morning and having breakfast in the room, the system released the daily tasks of the vicious female supporting role.

After a period of study, Ye Ya can already recognize a few words.

She picked and chose among the four options, and finally chose three without thinking: [Tear with Ye Ziyu. 】

Ye Ya barely recognized the first five words, but she was stunned by the last word for a while, then closed the task panel and lay on the ground to play with the car.

[System: Ya'er, there will be an interest class in a while. ]

Ye Ya turned the car, and grandma groaned.

[System: The teacher praised you yesterday, saying that your language skills are very fast, Ya'er should continue to maintain it. ]

Hearing the compliment, Ye Ya's whole bud became proud, raised her chin, and said without modesty: "Because I am the smartest little monster in the world!"

Her parents used to praise her like this.

They praised her for being smart; they praised her for her cuteness; they praised her for her lush green leaves, like the feathers of a divine bird, shining brightly.

Thinking of her parents, Ye Ya's expression suddenly fell, squatting silently in the corner, turning her back and feeling sad alone.

Children's emotions are always inexplicable, and the system has long been accustomed to it.

[System: Ya'er, there will be an interest class in a while. ]

Ye Ya nodded and entered the online class church with reinvigoration.

Today is an interest training class. In order to let the students fit into the environment, the teacher rectified the space into a lush nature with flowers and plants, and even the atmosphere of the space has changed.

Ye Ya chose to paint among a variety of subjects. A slowly unfolding picture scroll appeared in front of her in an instant. Ye Ya held the paintbrush. The next moment, the tip of the pen in her hand began to move with the imaginary picture in her mind.

Amazing.

Just like the "Magic Pen Ma Liang" my mother said.

Ye Ya finds fun and draws with great enthusiasm.

During the touch of the pen tip, the teacher began to instill the basics of painting into Ye Ya's mind, and developed her brain functions, allowing her to learn and flexibly use the required knowledge in the shortest time. Of course, this kind of education in different spaces is only suitable for non-human beings. soul.

After the three-hour interest class was over, Ye Ya was still not satisfied. She opened the drawer to find the pen and paper, and continued to draw while sitting at the low table.

It was the first time the system saw his little baby working so hard, so he couldn't help but look over.

On the snow-white paper, Ye Ya used her small crayon to paint colors on it, paying special attention to every touch of the pen tip.

[What will Ya'er draw again? ]

"Dad and Mom." Ye Ya bit her pen and added, "And Uncle System."

The system is happy, he exists in the subconscious mind of the host, not to mention the entity, not even the virtual body.

The system was very curious about what Ye Ya thought of himself, so he calmed down and watched Ye Ya paint quietly.

On the paper, the red exotic flower takes up two-thirds of the space.

The flower has five petals in total, the shape of the flower is like an annual ring, and the huge open leaves have a strange and slightly delicate beauty; after painting the flower, the leaf bud perfunctorily painted a small, small, Little four-leaf clover…

Ye Ya looked at the painting and nodded in satisfaction.

"This is Mom." Ye Ya pointed to the big flower, then pointed to the side and said, "This is Dad."

Then, she spent a small genius phone watch floating in the sky: "This is uncle."

system:[…]

He looks like a watch.

[What about Ya'er? ]

"Yaya..." Yeya thought for a while and said, "Yaya is not here."

[Why is Ya Ya not here? ]

"Because Ya Ya has left her parents." She said, her joyful voice suddenly softened, "Ya Ya has no parents anymore."

She was childish, she didn't seem to be sad, and she seemed so sad that she didn't even know what it was like to be sad.

The little girl faced the sunlight falling in from the balcony, her porcelain white face was tender and delicate, her eyes were like moonlight, clear and quiet.

Can't say what it feels like, the system just thinks... all this is too cruel for Ye Ya, who is just a cub.

Obviously before, I couldn't even walk, but now I have to learn mathematics, learn pronunciation, learn human beings, and learn everything.

[Bud. ] The system called her name, [If Ya'er doesn't like online classes, we won't start tomorrow, okay? ]

Anyway, it’s only 5,000 yuan, and it’s a big deal to earn back the performance at the end of the year. The old program is used as it is. Anyway, it can be upgraded sooner or later.

"No." Ye Ya shook her head and continued to color in the painting, "I want to learn, I love learning the most."

She has to study hard.

Hurry up and find your parents.

The system sighed and said nothing.

**

In the afternoon, Ye Qinghe went home from school.

He deleted the surveillance, instructed the nanny servant, packed Ye Ya's things, and then carried Ye Ya to Ye Ye's room.

This is the first time Ye Ya has come to the second brother's room.

Ye Ziyu's room was large, warmly decorated, and scattered with toys.

Ye Ya held Ye Qinghe's hand tightly, and after looking around the room curiously, she looked up at him: "Brother?"

Ye Qinghe crouched down and fiddled with her loose hair, "Ya Ya, will you sleep with your second brother today?"

He is not sure what time his father will come back tomorrow. It is best to settle Ye Ya in advance. The grievance is a little wrong, but it is better than being swept out by his father.

Ye squeezed the long-grass emoji in his hand, turned his head to look at Ye Qinghe, and said in a low voice, "Is it only today?"

"If you're lucky, Ye Ya will come out tomorrow." He had to test his father's attitude first, and slowly find a way to soften him so that he had a buffer time to accept Ye Ya.

"Okay." Ye Ya nodded, "Then I'll be obedient."

Seeing that she didn't cry or make trouble, Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qinghe." The housekeeper knocked on the door, "Mr.'s phone."

Ye Qinghe groaned in his heart, turned around and went out to answer the phone.

The room was quiet.

Ye Ziyu sat at the desk and looked at her fiercely.

Ye Ya's eyelashes trembled, and after thinking for a while, she went up and handed the long-grass emoji on her hand, "I'll play with you."

That little toy was given by Shen Zhou yesterday, so how could Ye Ziyu like it?

He grabbed it and threw it on the ground, then got up and stepped on it.

Ye Ya leaned back, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"You broke my toy..." Ye Ya frowned and complained aggrievedly, "If you step on it, it will hurt."

"I'll step on, I'll step on!"

Ye Ziyu became grumpy because of his studies, and he stepped on it more and more vigorously. It was not until the toy was torn apart that he vented his joy, turned around and sat back at the desk to continue doing the homework left by the tutor.

Ye Ya stood alone behind him, the shattered little toy at her feet.

She stared at the toy and determined that it would not "live" again, and was deeply saddened. Ye Ya pursed her lips, took a deep breath and shouted at him, "I-I'm angry!"

The little girl was full of anger, and even the dumb hair standing on top of her head expressed anger.