Zhou Fan suddenly spoke, and everyone put down their soup bowls and looked at him with doubtful eyes. In such an occasion, drinking soup while others are talking is indeed a very impolite behavior.
The Fang family members are all very polite!
Zhou Fan's face was slightly red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead because of nervousness. Of course, it might also be because of the soup pot in front of him. His legs under the table were trembling slightly, and his stomach secreted a lot of saliva, which he swallowed quietly one mouthful at a time.
He avoided looking at anyone, not daring to meet their gazes. But he soon realized that this avoidance was actually a sign of guilt, so he quickly raised his head.
Fang Huwei looked at Zhou Fan with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous. We are all family, what can't we say? Children speak without restraint, you are all a bunch of children in front of me. Even if you scold an old man like me tonight, I won't get angry with you - at most you will be taught a lesson by my disciples. Can we become enemies?"
Zhou Fan smiled awkwardly, looked at Fang Huwei and said, "I have a few words to say - I want to toast you, Dad, with a glass of wine first."
Everyone laughed. Fang Yixing looked at Zhou Fan and said, "I thought it was a big deal. If you want to toast, just do it. We won't stop you. But I've already told the old man during dinner that he can only have three cups tonight. After three cups, he's not allowed to drink anymore. He's already toasted with everyone, so this is the second cup. But I can't guarantee whether the old man will drink it or not."
Zhou Fan picked up the wine glass in front of him, looked at Fang Huwei and said, "Dad, I want to apologize to you. Over the years, I have done a lot of asshole things. You handed Yi Jing to me, but I always let her suffer. Especially in recent years, because I have achieved a little success at work, I feel that I am invincible and look down on everyone."
"The last few times Yijing came back to see you, I turned them down with the excuse of being busy with work. I am indeed busy with work - but if you really want to take a leave, you can also make time. I just feel that -"
"Do you think our Fang family is too poor and Yanziwu is too remote?" Fang Huwei asked directly.
Zhou Fan felt even more ashamed and said, "Yes. I always feel that Yanziwu is too remote, and the people here always straighten their backs and walk vigorously, looking more impressive than anyone else. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart -"
Zhou Fan drank the wine in the glass and said, "I know I was wrong. No matter how remote Yanziwu is, it is still Yijing's hometown. No matter how bad the Fang family is, they are still my relatives. I shouldn't have come to get along with you with a show-off and proud mentality. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been beaten up again and again. "
Fang Huwei touched his big bald head, looked at the younger generations present and asked, "What do you think? Should I drink the glass of wine Zhou Fan offered me?"
"We should drink." Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang shouted. Children just like to join in the fun.
"You should drink it." Fang Yixing said.
"Dad, give Zhou Fan a chance." Fang Yi said with red eyes: "Since he has made it clear, it proves that he is sincerely apologizing."
Fang Huwei nodded, then raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
"I've been waiting for this glass of wine for so many years." Fang Huwei put down the empty glass and said to Zhou Fan.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Zhou Fan's eyes were red. "I let you down."
"I am indeed disappointed." Fang Huwei said with a smile. "Now that you can say these words and offer me this glass of wine, it proves that Fang Yijing did not make a mistake in choosing you, and I, Fang Huwei, was not blind to marry my daughter to you."
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Zhou Fan poured himself another glass of wine, looked at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, I want to toast you with this glass of wine----"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "No matter if we count by age or seniority, it won't be my turn, right?"
"Fang Yan, I must toast you with this glass of wine." Zhou Fan said firmly. "There are some conflicts between the two of us. I also know that you have always been dissatisfied with me as your uncle--"
Fang Yan nodded seriously and said, "Sometimes I have thought about not wanting an uncle--"
"You know a lot of things in your heart. It's just for your aunt and for the sake of family harmony that you pretend nothing happened. I came here with hostility this time. I didn't want to come at first, but Yi Jing insisted again and again. She and I insisted on going back to my hometown to celebrate the Spring Festival this year for more than half a year. Thank you, thank you for your tolerance and acceptance of me. Fang Yan, let the past be the past. This glass of wine, I toast you."
Zhou Fan's tone was sincere and his eyes were genuine. He was Fang Yan's elder, and an elder took the initiative to apologize to a younger person. Fang Yan couldn't pretend to be cold anymore. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and clinked it with Zhou Fan's. He smiled and said, "Uncle, you are too serious. I have always had hope for you - I think you can still be saved."
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Lu Wan scolded, "Fang Yan, how can you talk to your uncle?"
Fang Yan and Zhou Fan drank the liquor in their glasses at the same time, and Zhou Fan poured himself a third glass of wine.
Fang Huwei looked at Zhou Fan and said, "If you have any nice words, you should say them slowly. If you have any good wine, you should drink it slowly. You said all the nice words and drank all the good wine in one breath. Do you want to talk or drink more? Put down the cup and drink some soup to moisten your intestines first."
Fang Yijing also advised, "Old Zhou, take a break first. Everyone understands your intentions. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Zhou Mingli was about to take the wine glass from his father's hand and said, "Dad, who do you want to toast with this glass of wine? I'll drink it for you----"
Zhou Fan pushed Zhou Mingli away and said with red eyes: "This glass of wine is for everyone - for everyone present. I'll drink it first as a toast."
After saying that, Zhou Fan drank the white wine in the cup in one gulp, put the cup on the table, picked up the broth in front of him, and said, "This soup is really delicious."
The others looked at each other and took a sip of the broth in front of them. After Zhou Fan's "true confession", the temperature of the soup dropped a little, and now it tasted just right.
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Zhou Fan ran crookedly in the snow, and slipped on the hard ice several times. His body fell into the snow pit, and his body was still sliding forward along the smooth ice and snow. Before his body stopped, he had already tried hard to get up and run forward again.
He seemed to have exhausted all his strength with every step he took. Running from Fang's house to here had already left him exhausted and breathing rapidly. His chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, and every time his chest beat there was a dull pain.
He hasn't exercised for a long time.
The night was dark, windy, cold and freezing.
There was no bright moon in the sky, not even a single star. Fortunately, there was a patch of white snow on the ground, which could provide light and guide the way.
Zhou Fan's glasses fell off, and the scenery in front of him was a blur. He ran towards here relying on his senses and memory.
This is where he encountered the man in black robes.
"Come out----come out-----" Zhou Fan shouted loudly while standing in the snow: "I have completed the mission, I have completed the mission-----"
No one answered.
Apart from startling a few forest birds, which knocked down a few ice spikes, which broke into pieces when they fell to the ground, no human sound was heard.
"I have completed the task, please give me the antidote, please give me the antidote-----"
Whoosh----
A man in a black robe appeared behind Zhou Fan.
"Are you sure you have completed the mission?" The black-robed man's extremely strange voice sounded. This was the most unpleasant sound Zhou Fan had ever heard, like someone talking with a mouth full of sand, or like the sound of countless earthworms digging holes in fertile soil.
"Yes, I completed the task. I completed the task - I poured the poison into the soup, and they all drank the soup - everyone drank a bowl." Zhou Fan shouted with a trembling voice, and his upper and lower teeth clattered violently. It seemed that he was afraid of what he had just done, and it seemed that he was naturally afraid of the black-robed man in front of him.
"Really?" The black-robed man sneered. "Then tell me - what symptoms do people who drank the soup have now?"
He would not believe anything Zhou Fan said, even if the man's life was in his hands, even if he could crush him to death at any time, just like crushing a weak ant.
Zhou Fan calmed down a bit, and spoke more logically, saying: "No symptoms at all. I saw them drink the soup and then ran out under the pretext of going to the toilet - they didn't have any symptoms. They were all fine, not dead -"
The black-robed man spoke in a voice as eerie as if it came from hell. "Of course they won't die. At least not now. Because what I gave you is the Soul-Lossing Agent - a chronic poison. It will blend with the blood, destroy the body's blood-forming function, corrode the human spirit, and slowly turn a normal person into a waste. Finally - after three months, they will die as if they had a chronic disease."
This is Yanziwu, how can you just kill an entire family
However, if they died quietly like this, it would be three months before they knew the truth. By then, who would be able to find any traces of poisoning
Time is the best accomplice. It can cover up the key evidence left by the murderer.
"It's okay for ordinary people, but for those who practice martial arts, the deeper their internal energy and the more abundant their qi, the more painful it will be when they die." The man in black robe looked at Zhou Fan and said, "Fortunately, the Fang family are all martial artists." (To be continued)