If you live in a mountain village for a long time, you will be a little unable to accept the sky of the city, and there is always a thin layer of dust floating in the sky, which is not very transparent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Fan paced to the window, his warm face was bathed in the sun, looked in the direction of Pig's Trotter Mountain, and smiled bitterly: "Mother-in-law...... Deceitful. ”

I remember when I went home and encountered a traffic light and begged Mrs. Zhang for a paper man, she once said that she had a junior brother who tied paper people in the city, and one could sell for thousands of yuan, drive a luxury car, and live in a villa...... It depicts a picture of the extravagance of drunken gold.

Unexpectedly, her junior brother was actually ...... Chapter III.

He also knows a lot about Zhang San, and he lives very well with his daughter...... Not good.

It's even so poor that I can't open the pot.,In comparison,The style of painting is too bad.。

Because of Mrs. Zhang's words, Meng Fan also wanted to be able to establish a living through the traditional craft of paper tie-making, save some capital, and strengthen his wrists...... Fortunately, in this stormy world, there is a place, whether it is to wake up the creek or do other things, you can be at ease.

But now it seems that this road is not easy to walk, and Zhang San is also too miserable, perhaps a large part of the reason is that Fengyi Funeral Company is a hindrance, but even if there is no such reason, how well can Zhang San, who is not seen, mix.

Thinking of the last time he went home, Meng Fan sighed, the pressure on Mrs. Zhang was not insignificant-

Before leaving, Mrs. Zhang specially asked him to call grandma, and the meaning was self-evident.

What's more, even if he misses Xiaoxi again, he can't go home to see her until he finds a way to wake her up......

This request was almost unforgiving, because he missed her so much now, even if he stood by the bed and looked at her, he was a little jealous of the sunshine, which could shine anywhere, in front of her bed, on her...... She must have been sleeping in the sun now, with a smile on her delicate lips......

Of course, the original intention of this request was also good, and he knew that Mrs. Zhang was also to motivate him, let him break out, and do something, so that he could save Xiaoxi...... Because Xiaoxi sacrificed his life to save him, he and the old fairy were able to kill the Faceless General, turn the tide of the battle, and come back to life from the line of death......

"One life!"

Meng Fan thought, closed his eyes, raised his face, and faced the sun outside the window, as if he saw the bloodshot in his eyes, which were red.

"Besides...... I also made an appointment...... unswerving to death. ”

Thinking of the scene in the movie theater where the creek fell asleep, he felt his nose ache, his breathing began to rise and fall, he always felt that tears would fall, he closed his eyes hard, took a deep breath, well, better......

These things made him unable to stop, and he urgently needed to do something, and he couldn't always be a little person, humble to the dust, like a grain of ups and downs in the sun.

Shangguan Ning was lying on the bed, not knowing what Meng Fan was thinking, so he just looked at Meng Fan's side face and squinted his beautiful eyes...... She never thought that a person would have such a perfect side face, and there was a hint of melancholy in the perfection, and in the sun, every movement of the face was bright and a little charming.

After a long while, Meng Fan realized that Shangguan Ning was looking at him just now, so he turned his head, thought about it, and said softly: "Actually, I have a stove...... For your injuries......"

When he said this, he suddenly smiled bitterly, in his sight, Shangguan Ning was already asleep, breathing softly, and his long eyelashes were densely covered with narrow eyelines, looking really like an ice beauty in a fairy tale......

The sun was shining in the room, and the light was beating on her face...... Perhaps, when a person is asleep, it seems more real, without those deliberately made disguises.

As for the corpse refining furnace, it was quietly brought when he went back to send Xiaoxi last time, Meng Fan felt that Shangguan Ning's injury should also have a miraculous effect, but at this time, Shangguan Ning was already asleep, so he had to give up first, and it just happened to let her take this opportunity to recuperate for a few more days...... His intentions are a little ill-intentioned, but they can be regarded as well-intentioned.

Meng Fan smiled, helped her cover the exposed fragrant shoulders, and smelled the body fragrance on her body, which was fragrant...... Then he closed the door and went out into the living room...... Xiaoyu was playing with the child in the living room, and when she saw Meng Fan coming out, she walked over with the child in her arms: "Call my brother...... Call my brother quickly...... He's your benefactor......"

The child regained some senses, and his voice was slurred: "Pot pot...... Pot pot ......"

Meng Fan and Xiaoyu both laughed, laughing and laughing, and the child suddenly said another sentence, which sounded very clear: "Mom...... Looking for mom ......"

When the two of them heard this, they suddenly couldn't laugh, and they couldn't help but look at the child, whose little hand was stretched out in the air, opening and closing it, as if grabbing a shadow that could not be seen, and muttered: "Mom...... Mommy ......"

Xiaoyu touched the scene, turned her head, looked away, her body trembled, and she sucked in and inhaled, obviously crying.

Meng Fan took a deep breath, held the child's little hand with his hand, just like an old Nokia boot animation, held the little hand with his big hand, and said warmly: "The baby will find its mother...... Xiaoyu will also find her mother's ...... Big brother will go out and help you find ......"

After a while, Meng Fan's footsteps were far away, and then there was a slight sound of the door closing.

Xiaoyu dared to turn her head, looked at the door with teary eyes, hugged the child tightly, buried her head in the child's arms, and whispered: "Xiaoyu also thinks about it...... Mother......"

The child's little hand ran over her hair, and she pouted, as if she wanted to say something to her, but she couldn't.

The community rented by Shangguan Ning is very old, and it has been a lot of years, but it has a very vibrant-sounding name, called Fuqiang Community...... There is no elevator in this community, Meng Fan is walking in the corridor, stepping on the steps step by step, the steps are smooth and shiny, and the color is like pebbles that have been washed by the stream for a long time......

“…… Things have to be done one by one, and you can't escape when you encounter them, just like an old fairy who has been waiting for decades and wants to go to the underworld, and I, I'll wander through the world first...... Well...... Start by setting a small goal...... How about dominating Huyang City?"

After thinking about it, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This goal is too small......"

"If I say to others, my ideal is to become the leader of Huyang City...... I'm afraid I'll laugh to death. ”

Thinking all the way, I have been walking on the potholed cement road in the community, the sun is flowing down like water through the branches, and there are still a lot of dead leaves hanging on the branches, and some of them have fallen to the ground, and they click when they are stepped on......

"Anyway, there are still some days to leave the undercover agent of Huyangguan, and now we should look for Zhang San first. Meng Fan walked towards the gate of the community, "With Zhang San's current situation, maybe he will be very interested in my little goal...... It's just that this time I have to see them with their real faces, Octopus chick...... It's a real headache. ”

Walking to the door, he took a car and went to Zhangcun alone.

And Huyangguan and Fengyi Funeral Company, because of the arrest of the bloody corpse this time, remembered the name Mengniuba. And the first to react to this was the Fengyi Funeral Company.

At this time, Zhang Zhengxin was respectfully standing in a house with European decoration, and was talking to a person lying on the sofa: "...... Mengniuba did help us, we owe him a favor, this person has some means, do you want to solicit a ...... or two from him" (to be continued.) (To be continued.) )