Zhou Fan vomited heartbreakingly.
He put his fingers into his mouth again and again, and then lay on the ground and kept vomiting. I vomited out my lunch, vomited out bile, and even tried to vomit out my internal organs, but I was still not sure whether I was successful.
He was very sure that what the man in black robe stuffed into his mouth was poison. If he couldn't complete the task, he might die from the poison because he didn't have the antidote.
However, if he completes his mission, will anyone in the Fang family be alive
He didn't want to die, nor did he want Fang's family to die.
Yes, he hates the Fang family and Fang Yan, but - this does not rise to the level of life or death.
He wanted to spit out the pill and pretend that nothing had happened. However, no matter how hard he worked - he knew better than anyone else that he was actually doing nothing.
He lay weakly in the snow nest, letting the biting cold wind blow on his cheeks, and letting the scattered snowflakes cover his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the vast sky. The sky at this moment was just like his mood at the moment.
He regretted a little, why did he come here to see Xiao Qingshan? Isn't it enough to just take a look from a distance? Even his wife has the same hatred. That hateful woman, why did she force their father and son to spend the Spring Festival in this hellish place
He was still lucky, what if this was fake - the man in black robe was pretended by Fang Yan or his friends, and they were just punishing himself for being derogatory and hostile towards them. This was actually a realistic farce.
He lay in the snow for a long time, until the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he regained his consciousness.
He climbed up from his snow nest, took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID, then disconnected the phone and turned it off.
He doesn't want to talk now.
"Either they die or you die—" the hoarse man in black robe threatened.
This is really a dilemma. He doesn't want to die, he can't die, he must live.
But, is this the reason to let the Fang family die
He searched around and finally found the transparent glass bottle inside the snow.
He only had to pour the drop of liquid in the bottle into the soup, and he would complete the task and get the reward of continued survival. Zhou Fan returned to Fang's house, and Fang Yiqing was already waiting for him at the door of the yard.
Fang Yiqing saw Zhou Fan and said, "Zhou Fan, let's talk."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the room.
Zhou Fan followed Fang Yijing. After the two entered the room, Fang Yijing closed the door.
Fang Yijing looked at her expressionless husband, sighed softly, and said, "Zhou Fan, I know you don't want to come over, and I know you don't like my family—numerology also says that you won't be happy here. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so it's not appropriate to go back at this time. After the New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow night, you can go back first with your numerology. It's rare for me to go home and I will stay at home for a while. My dad's health is not good. Well, I haven't been with him for a long time. When I come back this time, no matter what, I have to stay by his side to fulfill my filial piety."
Zhou Fan held his wife's hand and said: "Why don't I want to come over? If I don't want to come over, I won't come over. There's nothing I don't like, it's just that there are some misunderstandings - I will stay and have the New Year's Eve dinner with you. . If nothing happens after the new year, I will stay here with you for a few days. Your family is my family.”…
"Zhou Fan?" Fang Yiqing looked at her husband in surprise. It had only been a while since the time had passed, how could he have changed so much? When you didn't answer the call just now and hung up and turned off the phone, wasn't it because you were dissatisfied with yourself and your family
Zhou Fan grinned and said, "I just wanted to understand a lot of things. I do have problems, and I will communicate with them well."
"Zhou Fan, thank you." Fang Yijing squeezed her husband's hand and said gratefully.
Eat dumplings on New Year's Eve.
According to the old rules of Yanziwu, although dumplings are not the staple food of the New Year's Eve dinner, big fish, big meat, various raw seafood and wild vegetables are the main dishes, but they are an indispensable reunion meal. After eating and drinking, eat a few steaming dumplings. The corners of your mouth will be oily and your lips and teeth will be fragrant. That wonderful feeling of happiness can last from the old year to the new year.
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Fang Yan did not go out. He accompanied his mother and three aunts at home to make dumplings. His mother, Lu Wan, took out two pieces of white jade from her purse, washed them with water, then solemnly wrapped them into the dumplings, and said: "These are auspicious dumplings. Whoever eats them is the luckiest person."
Fang Mengying's face was full of joy and she said crisply: "I will definitely eat it."
Aunt Fang Yixin took a look at the white jade of excellent quality and said jokingly: "You are willing to give it up."
Zhou Mingli was sitting on the sofa playing games on the side. When he saw his aunt put the white jade into the dumplings, he said in disgust: "It's disgusting. I hope I didn't eat it."
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and wanted to get angry, but Lu Wan gave him a look not to cause trouble.
Fang Yan didn't want to make his mother angry on New Year's Eve, so he washed the flour on his hands and said to Zhou Mingli: "Mingli, don't you want to see me chopping bricks with one hand? Come on, I'll take you to see it."
Zhou Mingli looked at Fang Yan doubtfully and said, "You're not lying, are you?"
"How can such a thing be deceived?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. “Are you worried that the bricks are fake or that the hands are fake?”
Zhou Mingli thought for a while, quit the game, and said, "I want to see if you are bragging."
Fang Yijing looked at Zhou Mingli who followed Fang Yan out, and said worriedly: "Is everything going to be okay, Mingli?"
Lu Wan glanced at her and said, "Don't worry. Fang Yan is a measured person."
Fang Yixin glanced at his younger sister and said, "Yijing, you should also advise the father and son to come back happily and have a happy reunion year as a family. How nice would it be?"
Fang Yijing smiled softly and said, "We talked yesterday, and Zhou Fan said he had figured out a lot of things. He said there was a misunderstanding and he would get along well with everyone."
Fang Yixin nodded and said: "This is decent. He is also the son-in-law of our Fang family. Otherwise, would he have the opportunity to eat and drink in our Yanziwu?"
Fang Yijing smiled and did not answer.
People in Yanziwu are naturally proud, but people outside feel that Yanziwu really has nothing to be proud of. The contradictions between them were so great that no matter how hard she tried, she could not resolve them. Some words should not be said too bluntly. If she told her husband that Yanziwu was actually the guardian of China, Zhou Fan would definitely suspect that she had some mental illness.
In the age of technology, who would believe that such a group of people exists
Fang Yan took Zhou Mingli to the bank of Shihezi, picked up a complete green brick in the corner of Li's backyard, handed the brick with ice on it into Zhou Mingli's hand, and said, "You put this Lift a brick and I'll break it."
"How to lift it?" Zhou Mingli was not afraid of getting his hands dirty and asked, grabbing the blue brick.
"Raise both hands." Fang Yan said. "Hold one corner in each hand."
Zhou Mingli raised the green brick above his head according to Fang Yan's instructions and asked: "Is that so?"...
"That's right." Fang Yan said. "It's lifted."
Fang Yan confessed and started pretending to be lucky.
His mouth was closed tightly, and his cheeks were bulging high, like a frog full of air.
"Open." Fang Yan struck the green brick with a slap.
Zhou Mingli's body took a few steps back, but the blue brick was intact. Not to mention being split in half, there was not even a single crack.
Zhou Mingli stood up straight, looked at Fang Yan with disdain, and said, "Are you okay? If not, I'll go back. Who wants to see you pretending to be cool here?"
"Try again." Fang Yan said sheepishly. "The angle was wrong just now. You lift the brick and I will chop it again. This time it will definitely work."
Zhou Mingli thought for a while and felt that it would come anyway, so he lifted the green brick again.
Fang Yan suddenly exerted his strength and cut the middle of the green brick with the knife in his hand like lightning.
Cha—
Zhou Mingli only felt that his arms shook, and the green brick in his hand split into two pieces.
He looked at Fang Yan in disbelief and said, "Is it really possible?"
"There is something more exciting. Do you want to see it?" Fang Yan said with a smile, his voice full of temptation.
"what else?"
Fang Yan pointed to a crooked-necked tree next to him and said, "Climb up to this tree and drop the brick. As the brick falls, I cut it off with a knife. When the brick falls to the ground, you will find that One brick becomes two.”
"Isn't it possible?" Zhou Mingli was intrigued. "Do you think this is acting in a movie?"
"Don't believe me, try it?"
Zhou Mingli looked at the crooked-necked tree and said, "This tree is icy and slippery. I'm afraid I won't be able to climb up."
"Then forget it." Fang Yan said. "I will perform it for you when you come next spring."
Zhou Mingli hesitated again and again, but still didn't want to give up. Fang Yan said, "I'll try crawling, please help me."
"Okay." Fang Yan reluctantly agreed.
With the help of Fang Yan, Zhou Mingli finally climbed up the crooked tree with great effort.
Zhou Mingli hugged the tree trunk and shouted to Fang Yan: "Pass the brick to me."
"Brick? What brick?" Fang Yan looked at Zhou Mingli with confusion and asked.
"Didn't you say that when I climbed up and threw bricks, you chopped them down?" Zhou Mingli had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Oh. That's what happened." Fang Yan said. "But when I thought about it just now, I felt that my strength is not enough - I will go back and practice. When I am done, I will come over and chop bricks for you to see. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to do the aerial chop by next spring at the latest. brick."
After Fang Yan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the village.
"Hey, Fang Yan—" Zhou Mingli was scared, hugging the crooked neck tree and yelling. "Put me down quickly, Fang Yan, you bastard, put me down now—"
"Fang Yan, you are nothing. If you dare to trick me, see how I can kill you -"
"Fang Yan—cousin—help—"—
Deep in the dense forest, a man in black robe watched this scene like a mountain ghost.