"Okay, okay, you're hungry, come and try my craft!" Feng Jun shouted when he lifted the curtain.

"So fast, okay!" It's really majestic! sighed in his heart, put down his phone, Han Qiushi replied very simply and childishly, turned his head to look at Xiang Chunzao, and stretched out his hand, "Hurry up, it's twelve o'clock, I'm really hungry." ＂

"Go, I'll go by myself. It was slimy, which made Grandpa Feng feel embarrassed. After a sentence of disgust, he stood up, squeezed it gently, and pushed away Han Qiushi's hand towards Chunzao.

"Boy, don't be sluggish, hurry up. "My daughter-in-law, if you don't steal or rob, why is it difficult?" Han Qiushi was just about to speak, when Feng Jun's voice sounded again.

Such a loud voice, sure enough, he was from a Lian family, and he admired it in his heart, followed Han Qiushi's footsteps, walked to the dining table, and looked at Chunzao's eyes.

Three plates of fried noodles, shredded meat and cucumber are evenly spread next to the sauce, just looking at it is already beautiful and delicious. A small dish of salt-fried peanuts next to it, accompanied by a small bottle of chili sauce, red and green, suddenly opened the taste buds and salivated.

"Eat it! It's made according to the boy's taste, and I don't know if it suits the appetite of the early spring. Putting down the towel, Feng Jun gave up his seat as he spoke.

"Grandpa Feng, are you always sharp-eyed? Chun Zao's preferences are the same as ours, and he especially likes this fried noodles. Pulling Xiang Chunzao to sit down, Han Qiushi smiled and said, "My mother has already handed over this practice to her." ”

"Yes, that's great, so that the craft won't be lost. Okay, okay, it's really not like a family doesn't enter the door, the old saying is true. He looked at Chunzao, and then at Han Qiushi, Feng Jun's eyes were full of love and recognition.

"Well, that's what my mom said. Bending his eyebrows, he glanced at Xiang Chunzao, pulled out a chair and sat down, and Han Qiushi, who picked up chopsticks, looked around, "Grandpa Feng, don't you drink your little burn?"

"If I don't drink it, I won't drink it the year before last, and the doctor gave me an ultimatum, and if I drink it again, I'll die. The thick big hand picked up the mixed fried noodles, and Feng Jun smiled, "Eat quickly, don't look at it." ＂

Outside the window, the sound of cicadas chirping, the heat wave rolling, indoors, "buzzing", the electric fan swings its head, blowing the cool air that only exists in memory, no air conditioning is cool and transparent, but it is cooler and more comfortable than air conditioning.

The taste is delicious, the appetite is good, a few minutes of hard work, the plate bottoms out, and the three of them almost unanimously raise their heads.

Putting down the chopsticks, leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes swept over the smoky and old furniture, one after another, and suddenly fell on the Chinese knot hanging on the electric fan bracket, his heart twitched, his eyebrows jumped, his face turned white, Han Qiushi withdrew his gaze and stopped touching.

It's just that this look is too coherent, and it is so coherent that it has not escaped Xiang Chunzao's sight.

This Chinese knot has faded and frayed, and is even stained, obviously not new, so, who tied it? Gently pressing the tissue, wiping his forehead and the corners of his mouth, he quietly moved to Chunzao's heart and frowned.

Is it Uncle Ping? Or is it Aunt Jiang? Why is Qiu Shi's reaction so uncalm? Is there something unusual about this Chinese knot?

"Boy, this place is going to move, do you know?" The pale lying silkworm frowned, and Feng Jun, who lowered his head and poured water, shook his head, "I can't keep it, I can't keep it." ＂

"Is the news accurate?" The sudden news suddenly woke up Han Qiushi, who had fallen into sentimentality, and inhaled a cool air, he was even more uncalm, "It can't be groundless, right?"

The current environment is different, under the premise of policy control, all interested parties meet opponents, see the move, it is no longer the year of tearing down and tearing down the house at every turn, digging a pit and selling the house and speculating the house.

In addition, there are many households here, and the demolition and resettlement is not a small number, and there are many advantages and disadvantages, which developer is willing to take the risk to try?

Also, whether this matter is true or not, so far, I have not heard of such news, how can Grandpa Feng, who is not in front of him, know that it is unrealistic and unreal, shaking his head while thinking about it, Han Qiushi is noncommittal.

Well, looking at this picture, Bacheng didn't believe it, touched his chin, made a gesture to answer the phone, Feng Jun spoke again: "Boy, use your brain to think about it, it's not true news, can I come back?"

Got a call? Am I right?

After Grandpa Feng lived in seclusion, this house has always been managed by his old neighbor Uncle Li. As far as I know, he contacted Uncle Li from time to time, and it was almost impossible for Uncle Li to take the initiative to find him.

Because my mother and I have asked Uncle Li about Grandpa Feng's whereabouts, and the neighbors have been neighbors for many years, Uncle Li understands the relationship between our two families and will not hide anything. He said that he couldn't be contacted at all, and even if Grandpa Feng called, he couldn't ask where he was hiding, and this would definitely not be false.

What's more, my mother and I also tried, and when we called back Grandpa Feng's phone number, either no one answered, or the phone was turned off, which was nothing. So, for many years, you can only passively wait for news.

However, isn't it strange that someone can pass the information to Grandpa Feng at this time? For those who don't want to entangle with the people and things in the past, and are on guard against everything, who is this person who can get through to Grandpa Feng's phone?

Boy, you are still so calm and numerous, you are thinking about me silently at this moment, right? Picking up a glass of cold water and putting it in front of Xiang Chunzao, Feng Jun turned his gaze to Han Qiushi: "Are you muttering, who told me the letter that is going to move here?"

It's really quick-witted, the sword is not old, you can guess my psychology at a glance, her face turned red, and Han Qiushi smiled: "Yes, I really want to know who is so powerful that he can find you, a master in the world." ＂

"Boy, don't put a high hat on me, I'm nothing great, I still have to eat the fireworks of the world. Although this praise is like a line, it is very useful to listen to, and Feng Jun laughed out loud.

Several times the spring is warm and the autumn is cool, the family is estranged, and he hides from me and my mother, but there is still a person who makes him willing to come and go hide in the dark.

What kind of person should this be, what kind of existence can it be for the heartbroken and disheartened old man to regain the fireworks in the world? Do I know this person? Shocked in his heart, looking at the silver-haired old man who stood up, Han Qiushi subconsciously clenched his fists.

The mountains don't turn around, the water doesn't turn around, and since fate arranges to meet again, it's all an old bone, what else do I have to worry about? After pacing a few steps and muttering for a while, Feng Jun turned his head and suddenly spoke: "It's Wu Jian's evil obstacle." ＂

Who? Wu Jian? It turned out to be Wu Jian, Wu Shizu!

Han Qiushi glared at Xiang Chunzao, Xiang Chunzao glared at Han Qiushi, petrified and incapacitated.