Some people say that the more books you read, the more confused you become. Lu Wan obviously does not belong to this category.
She was born in a family of scholars. Her father, mother, and even grandfather were all famous scholars. She had been accompanied by Tang poetry, Song lyrics, classics, history, and philosophy since she was a child. She was the type who had extensive knowledge and extensive memory. She fell in love with the handsome and elegant Fang Yixing and married him. Then she lived a quiet life of supporting her husband, raising children, reading and writing. The Fang family had experienced too many hardships over the years, and she, a woman, had to step up to help take care of the Fang family's housework, bearing too many responsibilities and contempt.
She looks gentle on the outside, but is firm on the inside, and never believes in ghosts or gods.
But today, I feel a little uneasy.
She always felt that something important was slipping away from her, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
"Have you seen Fang Yan?" Lu Wan asked. Her first reaction was whether something had happened to Fang Yan. Because from childhood to adulthood, it was this precious son that consumed her thoughts.
She knew that her son was doing very well in Huacheng, but she also knew that her son seemed to have offended some big shot.
Aunt Fang Yixin put down the cloth shoe she was sewing and said, "I saw him go to the backyard just now. He was either chatting with Xiao Di or playing chess with the old man. This child has really grown up. He looks calm and reliable. He didn't go out after the New Year. Now he is dating the girl from the Ye family. Will they get married next year?"
Lu Wan felt a little relieved. As a mother, she could not find any fault with her son Fang Yan's performance. She felt sweet every time she saw him, and even went to sleep with a smile on her face.
Everyone said that the hope of the Fang family lies in Fang Yan, and she had no objection to this. They said that Fang Yan was the hope of the Fang family, so wasn't that just praising their son for his excellence in disguise
"You are not a child anymore. Can you still go out to catch rabbits and hunt birds like before? The marriage with the Ye family is still a long way off. Who knows what the Ye family thinks? But I have to go to the Ye family in a few days to find Wenrou's mother to feel it out. It would be great if it can be done - I'll go and bring them a pot of tea." Lu Wan said.
Lu Wan brewed a pot of premium sparrow tongue and sent it to the backyard. Fang Yan was indeed playing chess with the old man in Fang Huwei's hut. Fang Huwei made a wrong move and was clamoring to regret it. Fang Yan pressed the chessboard and disagreed, saying that there was no regret after making a move. The old and the young were arguing fiercely.
Lu Wan put down the teapot and advised: "Fang Yan, let your grandfather-----"
"Give way? Who asked him to give way?" Fang Huwei puffed his beard and glared, "I'm just old and my eyes are blurry. I accidentally put the bead in the wrong place. He just needs me to put it back. What's there to give way for?"
Lu Wan knew Mr. Fang's temper, he was stubborn and old-fashioned, sometimes he was like an old naughty boy. Hearing that he was unwilling to admit that he let Fang Yan give up, Lu Wan agreed and said, "That's right. The chess piece is so small, and the lines are so fine, who said that you can definitely see it clearly? Fang Yan, ask your grandfather to put the chess piece back."
Fang Yan poured a cup of Queshe for his grandfather, and then poured himself a cup and drank it all in one breath, saying: "He can't see clearly? He can count the number of feathers on the King Kong Eagle. This chess game is waiting for the opponent to be careless. If he is careless, he will regret his move. How can I beat him?"
"I said it wasn't an oversight, it was just that my eyes were blurry and I didn't see clearly-----"
"No regrets on your move, do you have any chess manners at all?"
"I'm your grandfather, and you say I have no chess character. Do you have any character at all?"
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Lu Wan shook her head and walked out of this depressing little house alone.
She knew that the old man rarely spoke and would only be particularly happy when his grandson came back. Fang Yan also understood the old man's intentions and took advantage of the few days at home to stay by his side. The two of them were close friends.
Lu Wan thought of her husband again. He and her son were the two people she cared about the most.
My husband has been busy with his art exhibition in Yanjing recently, which is the field where all his efforts have been concentrated since he gave up martial arts. He has always wanted to prove himself, and this is his most likely chance to succeed in any aspect.
Lu Wan thought about it and dialed her husband's cell phone number.
No one answered the phone.
Lu Wan dialed Wang Dong's cell phone number again, but still no one answered the call.
Lu Wan's sense of uneasiness deepened, and she hurriedly called the work phone number of the person in charge of Linlang Club.
Lu Wan explained her purpose, and the person in charge of the club politely told her that Mr. Fang had left for an hour. He probably hadn't returned home yet because of the traffic jam, and hoped that Lu Wan would not worry.
Lu Wan was very worried. After hanging up the phone, she ran to the backyard and said to Fang Yan who was playing chess: "Fang Yan, your father hasn't come back yet-----"
Fang Yan held a chess piece in his hand and said, "Have you called?"
"The call was not connected." Lu Wan said. "I am very worried."
Fang Yan put down the chess piece, walked over and put his arm around his mother's shoulders, and said with a smile: "My dad is an adult, and Uncle Wang Dong is with him, don't worry, nothing will happen----If you are worried, I will drive to find him?"
"Go and bring him back." Lu Wan said firmly.
"Okay. Whatever you say is what I'll do. I'll go get him right away." Fang Yan said with a smile. "You play this game with Grandpa on my behalf. Don't let him cheat."
Fang Yan patted Lu Wan's shoulder, pushed the door and walked out.
Lu Wan sat where Fang Yan had just sat, holding the chess piece in her hand but unable to make a move, looking uneasy.
Crash!
Fang Huwei reached out and disrupted the chess game in front of him, looked at Lu Wan and said, "That guy was afraid that you would worry, so he wanted you to play chess with me to distract me. Since you can't distract yourself, then do what you should do. It's not shameful to worry about your man."
Lu Wan stood up and walked quickly outside.
Fang Yan pretended to be calm and composed in front of Lu Wan, but his expression immediately became serious and anxious when he came out.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed his father Fang Yixing's number.
No one heard.
I called Wang Dong's cell phone again, but no one answered.
He immediately dialed another number that he only remembered in his mind, but no one answered that number either.
Fang Yan's heart was pounding violently. He ran into the garage, drove the Red Flag car and rushed towards Yanjing City.
Fang Yan drove with one hand while dialing Fang Yixing's cell phone number with the other hand.
No one heard!
No one heard!
Still no one answered!
Fang Yan became even more worried. He threw his phone aside and started to concentrate on driving and thinking.
What happened? Who was it
They failed to use poison in Yanziwu, so they chose to take action directly in Yanjing City
Or on the way back
It was very likely that they did it on the way home. That is, they were far away from the eye-catching places in Yanjing City and avoided the sacred place of Yanziwu. If they were more careful and did some cover-up after killing the person, I am afraid no one would be able to find their traces.
Yanziwu is a place of great brilliance, but also a place destined to be forgotten by the world. In order to prevent others from paying attention to it, there is not even a decent road.
The dirt road leading to Yanjing was rugged and uneven, but became smooth as a mirror after being covered with ice and snow.
When driving on this road, you have to be careful not to have your tires blown out by protruding rocks, worry about your tires getting stuck in mud potholes, and be careful not to have your car slip on the ice and fall into the deep ditches on both sides.
This is a dangerous journey. If you don’t have good driving skills, you won’t be able to drive on this road.
Fang Yan drove the car very fast, reaching the fastest speed he could, and those deep pits and rocks were thrown aside neatly by him.
His eyes scanned the front sharply, his ears twitched slightly, taking in all the movements from all directions.
His head tilted forward slightly, which showed his impatient attitude at the moment. He hoped to get to Yanjing City as soon as possible or pick up his father as soon as possible.
"Nothing must happen. Nothing must happen. Nothing must happen. Nothing must happen----" Fang Yan muttered to himself.
boom-----
The body of the Hongqi car sank, and the hard road surface collapsed rapidly.
This is a trap!
The enemy dug the road hollow, leaving only a thin layer of road surface on top, which was covered with ice and snow. When Fang Yan's Red Flag vehicle rolled over, it immediately crushed the soil and ice and snow.
When Fang Yan felt the car body sinking, he already knew that something was wrong.
He did not wear a seat belt when he got in the car, which made it easier for him to escape.
He pushed open the car door, put his right foot on the chassis of the car, and jumped high up.
Clang-----
The Red Flag car fell into a deep pit with a loud noise. This was the only antique car in Fang Huwei's life and Fang Yan's favorite car, and was finally destroyed.
Whoosh----
A crisp sound of breaking through the air was heard.
A huge net appeared above his head. The net had no color and blended into the sky. If it weren't for the slight sound of breaking through the air, it would be almost unnoticeable.
Moreover, the big net was not cast by manpower, but was sprayed out with great force by high-tech equipment.
There is a pit below and a skynet above.
Whether Fang Yan continued to fly upwards or rapidly descended, he would eventually be captured by them. Moreover, the area of the net was very wide, and whether he went left or right, within a limited time, Fang Yan was always within their coverage.
These people calculated all of Fang Yan's ways of counterattacking and tried every possible means to capture him.
Wow----
The thin thread that looked like a fishing net covered Fang Yan's head, forcing him to land downwards.
Countless men in black jumped out from the deep ditches on both sides of the road and gathered around Fang Yan like ghosts. (To be continued)