Zhou Fan suddenly spoke, and everyone put down their soup bowls and looked at him in confusion. On such occasions, it is indeed rude to drink soup while others are talking.
The Fang family are very polite!
Zhou Fan's face was slightly red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to nervousness. Of course, it might also be due to the soup pot placed in front of him. His legs placed under the table trembled slightly, and his stomach secreted a large amount of saliva, which he quietly swallowed in bite after bite.
His eyes were a little evasive, not daring to meet anyone's eyes. But he soon realized that this dodge was actually a guilty conscience, so he quickly raised his head.
Fang Huwei looked at Zhou Fan with a smile and said: "Don't be nervous. We are all a family, what can't we say? Tongyanwuji, you are all a group of children in front of me. That's why you scolded me tonight Old man, I won’t get angry with you even if you say a few words—at most, you’ll be taught a lesson by my disciples. Is it possible for us to become enemies?”
Zhou Fan smiled awkwardly, looked at Fang Huwei and said, "I have a few words to say - I want to toast you with a glass of wine first."
Everyone laughed. Fang Yixing looked at Zhou Fan and said, "I thought it was such a big deal. You can respect me if you want, and we won't stop you. But I had already made an agreement with the old man during the meal that he would do it today." There are only three cups in the evening. After three cups, you are not allowed to drink anymore. He has already had a cup with everyone, you want to toast, this is the second cup. However, I can't guarantee whether the old man will drink it or not. " "The last few times I came back to see you, I pushed it away because I was busy at work. I am really busy at work - but if I really want to take leave, I can still find time. I just feel-"
"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 spines and walk with great strides. They look more amazing than anyone else." Looks like that. I feel very awkward in my heart—"
Zhou Fan drank all the wine in the cup and said: "I know I was wrong. No matter how remote Yanziwu is, it is still the hometown of Yi Jing. No matter what the Fang family is, they are also my relatives - I shouldn't show off with Come and get along with you with a proud attitude. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been hit to pieces again and again—" "You should drink." Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang shouted. Children just love to join in the fun.
"You should drink." Fang Yixing said.
"Dad, give Zhou Fan a chance." Fang Yiqing said with red eyes: "Now that he has made it clear, it proves that he is sincerely apologizing."
Fang Huwei nodded, then raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.
"I've been waiting for this glass of wine for too many years." Fang Huwei put down the empty glass and looked at Zhou Fan and said.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Zhou Fan's eyes turned red. "I let you down."
"Really 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 see the wrong person, and I, Fang Huwei, did not marry my daughter to you blindly."…
"—"
Zhou Fan poured himself a glass of wine again, looked at Fang Yan and said: "Fang Yan, I want to toast you with this glass of wine -"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Whether it's based on age or seniority, it won't be my turn no matter what, 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 very dissatisfied with my uncle-"
Fang Yan nodded seriously and said, "Sometimes I also thought about it, if I don't want uncle-"
"You know a lot of things in your heart. It's just for your sister-in-law and the harmony of the family, so you pretend that nothing happened. This time I came here with hostility - I didn't want to come originally, but Yi Jing insisted again and again. She and I have been insisting on going back to my hometown for the Spring Festival this year for more than half a year - thank you, thank you for your tolerance for me, thank you for your acceptance of me. Fang Yan, let the past matter go by him, this glass of wine, I respect you."
Zhou Fan's tone was sincere and his eyes were sincere, and he was Fang Yan's elder. The elder took the initiative to apologize to a junior. Fang Yan could no longer pretend to be cold, so he picked up the wine glass in front of him and clinked it with Zhou Fan, smiling. He said: "What my uncle said is too serious. I have always held out hope for you - I think you can still be saved."
"—"
Lu Wan scolded: "Fang Yan, why are you talking to your uncle?"
Fang Yan and Zhou Fan drank all 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 good things to say, you should speak slowly, and if you have any good wine, you should drink it slowly - you say all the good things and drink all the wine in one breath, and then you can't talk anymore? Still drinking? Don’t want to drink anymore? Put down the cup and take a sip of soup to moisten your intestines.”
Fang Yijing also persuaded, saying: "Old Zhou, take a rest first - everyone understands what you mean, why are you in such a hurry?"
Zhou Mingli was about to come over to take the wine glass from his father's hand and said, "Dad, who do you want to toast to with this glass of wine? I'll drink it for you -"
Zhou Fan pushed Zhou Mingli away and said with red eyes: "I dedicate this glass of wine to everyone - to everyone present. I'll do it first as a token of respect."
After finishing speaking, 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 so 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 bit, and now it tastes just right -
Click—
"Whoops—"
Click—
"Whoops—"
Click—
"Whoops—"—
Zhou Fan ran crookedly in the snow, slipping on hard ice shards several times. His body fell into the snow nest, and his body was still sliding forward along the smooth ice and snow. Before his body could stop, he had already worked hard to get up and run forward again.
He seemed to have exhausted all his energy with every step he ran. Running from Fang's house here had left him exhausted, his breathing was short, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone. Every time he beat, he felt a dull pain. .
He hasn't exercised in a long time.
The night was dark and windy, and the sky was freezing cold.
There is no bright moon in the sky, not even a star. Fortunately, there is still a patch of white snow on the ground, which can provide lighting and guidance.
Zhou Fan's glasses ran away, and the scene in front of him was a blur to him. He ran towards here relying on feeling and memory.
This is where he encountered the man in black robe.
"Come out - come out -" Zhou Fan stood in the snow and shouted loudly: "I have completed the mission, I have completed the mission -"
No one answered.
Except for frightening a few forest birds, which bounced off a few ice edges, which broke into pieces when they hit the ground, there was no human sound.
"I've completed my mission, give me the antidote quickly, give me the antidote quickly—"
Whoosh—
A man in black robe appeared behind Zhou Fan.
"Are you sure you've completed the mission?" The strange voice of the man in black robes rang out. This was the most unpleasant sound Zhou Fan had ever heard. It was like talking with a mouthful of sand in his mouth, or like the sound of countless earthworms digging holes in the fertile soil.
"Yes, I have completed the task. I have 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, his up and down The teeth chattered violently. It seemed like he was afraid of what he had just done, and also like he was born with fear of the man in black robes in front of him.
"Really?" The man in black robe sneered. "Then tell me - people who have eaten the soup, what are their symptoms now?"
He would not believe anything Zhou Fan said, even if this person's life was in his hands, even if he could crush him to death at any time. It's like squeezing a weak ant to death.
Zhou Fan calmed down a little, regained some logic in his speech, and said: "There are no symptoms at all. I saw them running out after drinking the soup on the pretext of going to the toilet - they had no symptoms at all. They were all fine and not dead - "
The black-robed man's voice was as sinister as coming from hell, and he said: "Of course they won't die. At least not now. Because what I gave you is the soul-losing drug - it is a chronic poison. It will fuse with the blood, It destroys the human body's hematopoietic function, corrodes the person's mental will, and slowly turns a normal person into a waste. Finally, three months later, he will die as if he has a chronic disease."
This is Yanziwu, how can we kill everyone at will
However, if it was such a quiet death - when they knew the truth, it would already be three months later. At that time, who could still find traces of them being poisoned
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 the internal energy and the abundant energy, the more painful it will be when they die -" The man in black robe looked at Zhou Fan and said, "Fortunately, the Fang family They are all martial arts practitioners.”