Seeing Fang Yan turn around and leave, the short fat man chased after him and shouted urgently: "Little Master Uncle, Little Master Uncle----don't run, I am Fang Yingxiong, look at me carefully, I am Fang Yingxiong----"
"------" Fang Yan was secretly angry. I ran away only because I saw clearly that you were Fang Yingxiong.
The Fang family still came to his door, which made Fang Yan feel like packing his bags, buying a ticket and running away immediately.
If the Fang family can come to our door, why can’t the Ye family come to our door
The ones who came this time were heroes, but who can guarantee that the ones who came next time would not be violent or gentle
The tall man ran to Fang Yan in a few steps and said like a child: "Uncle Junior, I'm hungry----"
"I'm hungry, let's go eat."
"I have no money."
"------"
The bald man felt that his IQ was not enough. He looked at the three people entangled together and shouted, "Fang Yan, they seem to really know you. He is your eldest nephew. There is no doubt about it."
"Isn't this nonsense?" Fang Yan thought depressedly.
He also knew that since the hero had come to his door, it was impossible for him to escape. This was the school gate, and making a scene here was not a good idea.
Fang Yan stopped, looked at the hero and the good man and said, "Let's go eat."
"Thank you, Junior Master." The short and fat Fang Yingxiong said happily. "I am almost starving."
Fang Yan brought the heroes to a Hunan restaurant at the school gate. In order to facilitate the conversation, he asked the proprietress for a small private room.
As soon as the three of them sat down, the waiter came in with the menu and asked with a smile, "What would you like to eat?"
Fang Yan took the plate and ordered the dishes, saying, "Give me a tofu fish, a braised pork, a fried egg with leek, and a-----"
Snap-----
A crisp sound was heard, and the room became deathly quiet.
The waiter stared at Fang Haohan with eyes wide open, and said in disbelief: "He -- he bit the cup."
"Master Junior, the good guy is eating the cup again." Fang Yingxiong complained.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan and said helplessly, "Haohan, the food will be here soon, can you be patient for a while?"
"Junior Master, I'm hungry." Fang Haohan said with infinite grievance.
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "You can only eat this one. Fill your stomach first so you can eat later."
"Thank you, Junior Master." Fang Haohan said happily. Then, he held the piece of glass in his mouth and started chewing it.
"One hand-torn cabbage - girl, one hand-torn cabbage, write it quickly." Fang Yan urged.
"I----I------" The little girl's hand holding the pen was shaking.
Who are these people who eat glass cups as desserts
They won't bite, will they
The little girl felt that she was in danger and was very scared.
"Let me do it." Fang Yan said. He took the pen and the menu from the girl, added some vegetarian dishes such as the shredded cabbage vermicelli casserole, and then handed the menu to the girl, saying, "Give us a big bowl of noodles, no rice or wine. Hurry up."
He pointed at Fang Haohan and said, "If you serve the food slowly, he might eat all the cups on the table----"
The little girl shuddered violently, and looked at Fang Haohan, who was eating glass happily and with a look of intoxicated happiness, as if she was looking at a monster, then she opened the door and ran away in panic.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan and said, "Haohan, don't eat glass in public in the future. It's not a good influence-----"
"Can I eat it at your home?" Fang Haohan asked.
"My home?" Fang Yan stared at the hero warily and said, "When are you two going to go back?"
Fang Yingxiong gave Fang Haohan a look of resentment, then said with a smile, "Uncle Junior Master, we are not going back."
"Where will you live if you don't go back?"
"We'll live wherever you live." Fang Yingxiong said. Seeing Fang Yan's face change drastically, he quickly explained, "We don't have to sleep on the bed. We can sleep on the floor or in the yard. Just give us a place to stay."
"Who asked you to come out to find me?" Fang Yan asked.
"Master." Fang Yingxiong said.
"Old drunkard?"
The master of the hero is Fang Yan's grandfather Fang Huwei's apprentice and adopted son. Fang Huwei has only one son, Fang Yixing, and Fang Yixing also has only one son, Fang Yan. The Fang family is a single-line inheritance. Fang Huwei is a martial arts master who is so skilled in Fang's Tai Chi that he is known as the "shadowless hand" in the martial arts world.
The reason for this nickname is that Fang Huwei rarely uses his weapons when fighting with others. Even if he does, you will hardly see him use his weapons.
Don't use your hands to hit someone, using your hands is shameful. This is what Fang Huwei, a master of Kung Fu, is like.
Because Fang Yan's ability is not enough, he is still doing this kind of "embarrassing" thing.
Fang Huwei is good at martial arts and puts all his enthusiasm and expectations on his son Fang Yixing. He didn't expect that Fang Yixing only likes to read, paint and study, and has no interest in Tai Chi. Fang Huwei beats and forces him, but Fang Yixing rejects it from the bottom of his heart. Even if he learns a few punches and two kicks, it is just perfunctory and does not catch Fang Huwei's eyes at all.
Fang Huwei was extremely disappointed with his son, so he chose the most talented Mo Qingdi from among his disciples and adopted him as his son, hoping that he would inherit Fang's Tai Chi instead of Fang Yixing. When Fang Yan was born, Fang Huwei also placed his hopes on him, carefully cultivating him and personally guiding him, hoping that he would become a talent quickly.
According to seniority, Mo Qingdi should be Fang Yan's uncle. However, Fang Yan's master is his grandfather Fang Huwei, so he and Mo Qingdi are brothers. This is also the reason why heroes and good men call Fang Yan "little uncle".
Jiamen Jiamen means both a home and a door, so the name may be rather confusing.
Mo Qingdi is a rare talent in martial arts training. He was six years older than his master Fang Huwei when he felt the state of Tai Chi. Of course, his record was broken by Fang Yan. Fang Yan felt the state of Tai Chi at the age of 22, and was called a "weird" by the Fang family.
But don't underestimate your unfortunate fate. After experiencing a huge blow in your life, you have become addicted to alcohol and are called a drunkard.
Yingxiong and Haohan were two disciples brought back from outside by Fang Yan's senior brother Mo Qingdi. They were not called by these names before. When Fang Yan was chatting with them, he asked them what their ideals were in the future. Fang Yingxiong, who was not called Fang Yingxiong at that time, said that he would learn Kung Fu and become a hero who fights against evil and protects the good. Fang Haohan, who was not called Fang Haohan, nodded while eating glass.
So Fang Yan named the short and fat Fang Yingxiong Fang Yingxiong, and the tall and thin Fang Haohan could only be called Fang Haohan.
When Fang Yan called their master an old drunkard, Fang Yingxiong's face darkened, and the glass in Fang Haohan's mouth also became tasteless - it had no taste in the first place, okay
Fang Yingxiong looked at Fang Yan and said, "Master said that he has nothing more to teach us, so he asked us to come to you and follow you to conquer the world."
"Master said we will go wherever you go. Let us protect you well." Fang Haohan swallowed the glass and spoke out loud.
"But I'm just a Chinese teacher. Where can I go? Do I need your protection?" Fang Yan said angrily.
Seeing Fang Yan was angry, the heroic man immediately lowered his head and remained silent.
Fang Yan sighed softly and said, "How did your master know that I was in Huacheng?"
"Everyone knows." Fang Haohan looked up and said.
"------What did you say?" Fang Yan's face turned pale.
Fang Yingxiong knew that Fang Haohan was not very good at speaking, so he quickly helped to explain, saying, "Master said that you have nowhere else to go. Only in Huacheng will you be safest. So let us come to Huacheng to find you."
"----Do my parents know that I am in Huacheng?" Fang Yan asked.
"I should know-----" Fang Yingxiong saw Fang Yan's unfriendly expression and quickly changed his words: "It's possible that he doesn't know."
"Do you know or not?" Fang Yan slapped the table.
"Know."
"Who else knows?"
"The Fang family knows, the Ye family knows, and everyone else who should know knows." Fang Yingxiong said very frankly.
"-------" Fang Yan felt like crying but had no tears.
I am so low-key, but I didn't expect that I would still look so coquettish in the eyes of outsiders.
"Does Ye Wenrou know?" Fang Yan asked. This was the question he was most concerned about. He ran away from home just before the game, and Ye Wenrou was probably the most angry. If this woman knew about it, it would be a big deal.
But, the people of the Fang family knew it, the people of the Ye family knew it, so how could Ye Wenrou not know it
He just had a little hope. Well, just a little.
Fang Yingxiong nodded, then shook his head.
"What does this mean?" Fang Yan asked. "Do you know or not?"
"When we left, Miss Ye was drinking with Master-----Miss Ye asked us to bring you a message-----"
"------"
The muscles on Fang Yan's face twitched and he felt like his heart was breaking.
"What did she say?" Fang Yan asked bitterly. He felt that his life was too hard. What kind of great god had he offended
"Ms. Ye said she would pretend she didn't know you were in Huacheng."
Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That proves that she will no longer pursue this matter----"
"Ms. Ye also said-----"
"-------" Fang Yan wanted to beat Fang Yingxiong to death. Will you die if you finish speaking at once
Because of Fang Yingxiong's sudden change of heart, Fang Yan's heart was in suspense again.
"She must insist on washing her face every day because she is afraid of getting her hands dirty." Fang Yingxiong said.
"------"
Fang Yan felt that his life was in darkness. He couldn't live like this anymore.
(PS: Today is May Day, you must think Lao Liu will take a day off, right? I won’t let you guess... Happy holidays, dear ones!) (To be continued)