Fan Jianqiang doesn't know the old Fan family in the past, just like the old Fan family doesn't understand the current Fan Jianqiang.

The rope of fate binds them together, who are not related to each other and even far away from time and space, so that they can breathe and share their fate.

Together with Yijin, Yu Xiaolian was sent away, Fan Jianqiang didn't see his father, so he asked Yijin.

Yijin told him that his father didn't close his eyes all night last night, and he was resting in the Westinghouse at the moment.

Fan Jianqiang put his mind at ease, and then said that he had been lying down for too long, his back hurt, and he wanted to go out for a walk.

Not a pound, he said: "Third brother, in the past two days, you must not go out, especially not alone." The father and son of the Lu family have suffered such a big loss, I am afraid that they will not be reconciled, maybe they will plot at home at this time. ”

Fan Jianqiang smiled and nodded, "That's right, I can't just go out." Then I'll walk around the front and back of the house, right, big brother? ”

In fact, the words of one catty reminded Fan Jianqiang: he really can't go far, if the father and son of the Lu family are really unwilling and bring someone to Lao Fan's house again, wouldn't the father and a catty be in danger? It's not that he is very capable, the father and son are guarding each other at home, and the energy is definitely stronger!

Hearing what the third brother said, Yijin was relieved, and went back to the house to clean up the dishes and chopsticks with a smile.

Fan Jianqiang went to the backyard first and looked at the old elm trees.

Probably because they had just been washed by the rain, the three old elm trees were shiny and verdant, and they looked in good spirits.

A gentle breeze blows, and the leaves of the trees rustle in the wind, as if they are laughing quietly.

The old elm tree in the middle is estimated to be the youngest, and when the leaves flutter, it even has the grace of the girl's house: under the three old elm trees, there should be countless good memories of Baliang's childhood, and perhaps the coolness of the bare buttocks.

Fan Jianqiang's mood was moistened, and he couldn't help but feel gratified: this is probably the dignity of Liliang, people are like trees, and trees write people. The truth of life is here!

However, thinking of what happened yesterday, he couldn't help but think about it again: the dignity of the old Fan family is definitely not something that can be exchanged for a-for-tat violence. Yesterday's incident can be regarded as a start, at best, a defense. There is a lot more that needs to be followed up in order to attain true dignity.

For example, poverty alleviation.

Yes, poverty hurts people and it hurts self-esteem.

Moreover, 2006 is the 21st century, and the external social environment should be shrouded in the strange color of smiling at the poor and not smiling at the prostitute.

Therefore, it is a top priority to take off the hat of "the first poor household in Shili Village" for Lao Fan's family.

Moreover, the development of Chinese society has a certain particularity of the times, and even those famous businessmen and tycoons are mostly relying on their own ingenuity and good at seizing the fortune of the times, and after decades of hard work, they tore apart the label of poverty and trampled it under their feet.

Coming out of the backyard, Fan Jianqiang looked at the surrounding fields, and looked up at a goshawk hovering in the sky for a long time, and the whole person suddenly felt refreshed.

So, he shook his arm and relaxed.

Just as he was relaxing, the shadow of a crimson sedan suddenly appeared on the ramp in the distance.

Gradually, the shadow of the car gradually became clearer, and it seemed to be coming towards Lao Fan's house.

Before, Yijin told himself that early this morning, a black government official car came, similar to the one that was sent back to the Minister of Customs, but it quickly drove away again.

"What a strange thing! In the days since the crossing, there are hardly any vehicles from the city, and the most seen are the farm tractors that are struggling to move forward. But these days, the vehicles coming from the city seem to be becoming more and more frequent-" Fan Jianqiang thought secretly, but he didn't take the car seriously.

He has seen a lot of vehicles in the city.

Not to mention these ordinary vehicles, they are some high-end luxury cars, and he has seen them.

For example, Wang Mingming, a classmate in the third year of high school, is picked up and dropped off by a red Bentley car when he goes to and from school.

After all, Fan Jianqiang should not belong here, and he should not belong to this village in 2006.

But, admittedly, sometimes life is just a bit of a fuck-up.

The more you don't take something seriously, the more it takes you seriously.

No, but a minute or two later, the crimson sedan stopped in front of Fan Jianqiang.

And the face in the long opened window is even more eye-catching than the color of the car.

The difference is that the color of the sedan is dark red, while the face is white and red.

Even because of that charming smile and white red face, it is almost seductive.

"Bad eight taels, do you still know me? Hehe, are you stupid? I'm Yujiao!"

Needless to say, this is Gu Yujiao's voice, full of excitement, full of happiness, and full of expectation.

Yujiao? Gu Yujiao? Fan Jianqiang was stunned.

He remembered that the last time, that is, a few days ago, a girl named Zhou Xiaoyan came, claiming to be a classmate in the first year of high school, and kept saying that his little girlfriend was Gu Yujiao.

Although Xiaoyan spoke very harshly to Xiaolian this week, she really listened to it: Gu Yujiao, who had never met, had a deep silent crush on Baliang.

Now, this girl who has always been in love is actually here, and she is still with irrepressible coquettishness and excitement!

Look at what she said, bad eight taels!

Oops, this is the sentence that opens the mouth, which is so ambiguous that people can't stand it, and it also gives people enough space to think.

Isn't it? What kind of bad is it for a boy to be bad for a girl, and so bad that a girl is so excited that she says he's bad?

At the very least, the bad scale must be not small.

Fortunately, Xiaolian went home, if she heard this like last time, she was afraid that she would completely overturn the vinegar jar.

However, after thinking about it, since this so-called little girlfriend has arrived and is his freshman classmate in high school, there is only one thing left to receive directly.

God seems to have already arranged for himself to take over the fate of Baliang, and by the way, he also arranged for himself to take over the many small floods of this little love species.

Otherwise, who else will take over?

Strange to say, Fan Jianqiang seemed quite calm at this time, at least calmer than the last time he saw Zhou Xiaoyan, so he immediately smiled and said, "It's Yujiao." Can I not recognize? I didn't expect you, I didn't expect you to come. ”

These words were also calm and unhurried, and there were no flaws.

Moreover, when he spoke, he stepped forward and looked quite enthusiastic.

The first thing to get out of the crimson car was the white jade legs like lotus roots washed in clear water.

No stockings, just an ankle-length white tennis shoe, the ankle part of the ankle, with a delicate and seductive cut, forced to look up, all the way to the upper part of the knee embroidered with butterfly pattern.

Then the finesse and slenderness became shiny and rounded, for the girl's thighs were already visible.

At this moment, Gu Yujiao bent over and came out sideways, then shook her upturned ponytail in the sunshine, and handed a happy little complaint to the greedy eyes in front of her, as if to say: Little pervert, be careful of your saliva!

However, Gu Yujiao didn't say, but turned to the driver in the car and said, "Uncle Ji, go back." At five o'clock in the afternoon, come and pick me up. ”

The driver in the car, with slightly white sideburns, seems to be an old man who is more than half a hundred years old.

Hearing Gu Yujiao's words, he waved his hand at her gently, smiled and greeted Fan Jianqiang, and then drove away, gradually moving away.

This scene, whether it is for Fan Jianqiang or Gu Yujiao, may have come too quickly.

When only four eyes remained, both sides showed an indescribable little embarrassment, so much so that a unique picture was formed:

In front of the dilapidated old house, there is a clearing surrounded by a few weeds.

A girl as bright and lovely as an angel, her hands nervously tugging at the floral buttons of the white shirt on her chest, but her eyes were staring at the boy in front of her with affection. And the boy, in addition to the heroic and talented air between his eyebrows and eyes, is completely reflected in the country boy's outfit under the blue sky and white clouds-