Fan Yingying stared at Fan Zhuang's shoulder carefully, the color of his clothes was a little dark, and after looking at it for a long time, she saw that there was indeed a small handful of hair on it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Come here, come closer to me." Fan Yingying's name is Fan Zhuang.

Fan Zhuang was bowing his head to eat noodles, and when he heard her words, he stretched out his head in surprise: "What's wrong?" I still eat the top of the head? ”

Fan Yingying stretched out her hand to pat him, and her younger brother said: "If you want to come over, come over, what so much nonsense!" ”

Fan Yingying reached out and plucked the handful of hair from Fan Zhuang's shoulder, took a closer look, it was pure white, she turned her head and asked Bian Bian: "Is this it?" You take a closer look. ”

Bian took a sip of soup and turned his head to look: "Yes!" That's it, it's choking! ”

Fan Yingying leaned in front of her nose and sniffed it, didn't it smell?

She asked Fan Zhuang, "Why did you go last night?" Who are you playing with? Did anyone bring their pets with them? Or is there something with fox fur? ”

Fan Zhuang frowned and looked at Fan Yingying: "On this hot day, who has nothing to do with fox fur?" ”

Fan Yingying saw that he didn't think about it, so she hurriedly reminded: "Did you meet a fox halfway?" Have you ever seen someone selling it on the street? ”

Fan Zhuang was speechless and asked Fan Yingying: "Sister, what's wrong?" Why are you talking so strangely? Who sells foxes on the street in the middle of the night? ”

Fan Yingying told Fan Zhuang what Bian An said, and when Fan Zhuang heard it, he bit his chopsticks: "I haven't touched a fox!" I really don't remember, did I fall asleep in the park after drinking too much last night, and I didn't notice it for a while, and a fox stepped on me? ”

Are there foxes in the park? Fan Zhuang couldn't figure it out himself, Fan Yingying asked Bian An: "Can you help see if the yang fire on your uncle's body is still strong?" ”

Bian Bian nodded: "It's much more prosperous than before." ”

Fan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, after all, she had experienced a lot, and when she heard a little thing, she couldn't help but think about it.

When she went home, when Fan Yingying picked up no one, she told Han Sicheng about it, Han Sicheng didn't smile, he frowned, and said to Fan Yingying: "You ask Bian An, is the fox smell on Fan Zhuang the same as the fox demon I met in the cafeteria before?" ”

Fan Yingying turned her head to look at Bian An, and saw him nodding with an innocent face: "It's a taste, it's from the fox demon." ”

Fan Yingying's eyes widened, and she asked Bian An in surprise: "Why didn't you say it in the hotel just now?" ”

Bian An looked at Fan Yingying in surprise: "You didn't ask me!" ”

Fan Yingying was speechless, she didn't know what to say about him, she turned her head and asked Han Sicheng: "Bian An said that it was the smell of the fox demon, what should I do now?" Is the fox demon entangled with Fan Zhuang again? What to do! ”

Why are these monsters entangled with Fan Zhuang now, Fan Yingying asked Bian An: "Didn't you say that the yang fire on my uncle's body is stronger than before?" ”

Bian An nodded: "It's more prosperous than before." ”

Fan Yingying was about to go crazy: "But he was entangled by the fox demon, how could the yang fire still be vigorous!" ”

Bian An had never seen Fan Yingying look so anxious, so she panicked all of a sudden, and asked nervously, "Auntie, what's wrong?" Is it because the fox demon is here, so you are not happy. ”

Fan Yingying saw that Bian An was in a hurry, and the depressed fire in her heart dissipated little by little: "It was I who was dizzy just now, Bian An, can you tell me in detail, the smell of my uncle, can you be sure that it is the smell of the fox demon before?" Not mistaken? ”

Bian An nodded: "No mistake, it's the same one." After speaking, he asked Fan Yingying again: "Auntie, don't you like that fox demon?" ”

Fan Yingying didn't know how to explain this matter to it: "Bian An, listen to me, the fox demon is a harmful thing, and it must have bad intentions when it approaches its uncle, so my aunt was so anxious just now." ”

Bian An understood, and said apologetically: "But, Auntie, I can only collect the yin soul of the underworld, and I can't catch the fox demon." ”

Fan Yingying was happy: "I know, you just have this heart, Bian An is really a good boy." ”

Bian An was happy to hear the praise and grinned.

Fan Yingying asked Han Sicheng: "Bian An said that the fox demon didn't hurt Fan Zhuang, but I don't know how he got close to Fan Zhuang, what should we do now?" ”

Han Sicheng thought for a while and frowned: "This thing is really not easy to do, because we don't even know who the prototype of the fox demon is now, Fan Zhuang went out with his friends yesterday and drank too much, he went to the park to lie down, maybe it was the fox demon passing by." ”

Fan Yingying felt that what he said made sense, and then worried: "Then I really don't know what to do." ”

Han Sicheng took her hand and comforted: "Didn't Bian An say that the fox demon didn't harm Fan Zhuang?" As long as it doesn't hurt people, it has nothing to do with us, maybe it's just a coincidence. ”

Fan Yingying nodded, knowing that this was the only way, anyway, in two days, they would have to go back to the provincial capital.

After eating at home at noon, there was nothing to do, so Fan Zhuang went shopping.

Fan's mother hasn't been walking around for a long time, and it's rare for the whole family to go around outside.

When I came back from shopping, I happened to pass by the barber shop where Fan Zhuang had cut his hair before.

Fan Zhuang glanced at Fan's father's long hair: "Dad, just go in and cut your head!" Your hair has grown. ”

Fan's father refused: "No need, go back and your mother cut it for me, and spend that money!" ”

When Fan Yingying heard this, she was also happy: "It's not a few dollars, let's go." ”

Fan's mother looked at the pile of things on the ground: "Then you guys go cut your hair, I'll go home and cook first." ”

Fan's mother took away all the vegetables she needed for the night, and the rest of the things were hung in the simple pocket under Fan's father's wheelchair.

Fan Zhuang also followed Fan Dad and Fan Yingying to introduce them: "The master in this store specializes in cutting women's heads, twenty at a time, and the apprentices specialize in cutting men's heads, eight pieces at a time." ”

Fan Zhuang stretched out his hand and touched his head: "Just me, it was cut at his house before, didn't I tell you, the apprentice likes Hong Jinqiu, and he brought someone here and wanted to cut his hair, but I went first, Hong Jinqiu was very particular, did not cut the line, and took the initiative to ask the master to shave, and later in fact, the master was also to help the apprentice round his mind, so he cut my hair, and I received eight yuan for twenty crafts." ”

Fan Zhuang's eyebrows fluttered as if he had taken a big advantage, and Fan's father sat down and answered: "I don't want to be shaved like you, I don't look like a good person." ”

Fan Zhuang was stunned, turned his head and asked Fan Yingying: "Sister, isn't this head good-looking?" ”

"That's good!" Fan Yingying glanced at him: "How old is our dad and you, you can't cut the same." (To be continued.) )