Fourth, where is my home?

After a heavy snowfall last night, in addition to the snow covering the ends of the trees for viewing, the winding paths and secluded roads, the muddy residual snow was cleaned up, and there was a refreshing chill everywhere.

The arch bridge pavilion is sparse, the red stamens and yellow flowers and buds between the plum trees are full, wafting out wisps of fragrance, pleasant people's hearts, a clear spring simulates the original appearance of nature, and the rockery stones of more than 20 meters high are artificially built, and constitute a number of small waterfall forms all year round, which is beautiful.

The Spring Festival has been a long time coming, and the spring rest at the northern end of the Yellow River Basin, compared with the southern part of the Yangtze River, will always be delayed by more than two months, and the beautiful posture of peach and pear blossoms will not be in full bloom until at least mid-April.

Xiao Fan walked all the way to the location of the house, his steps were extremely slow, greeting the gardeners who were pruning the branches one by one on the way, and enjoying the artificial scenery along the way as if he had forgotten to return, but no matter how slow his steps were, he passed the arched bridge that spanned forty meters, and finally arrived at the European-style house.

With a slight acceleration of his pace, he arrived at Wang Mingming's room where he was recuperating. A few rooms in the vicinity were made into infirmaries some time ago, but now the equipment and medical staff have been withdrawn together, and the clear pattern of the front hall and backyard, kitchen and bathroom study has been restored.

It was Nie Yuqing who accompanied Wang Mingming to stay in the bedroom, and Xiao Fan walked into the hall corridor but was pulled by Wang's father, and he was not sure what Wang's father wanted to say.

Xiao Fan didn't say a word, listened patiently for a long time, and finally listened to his heart, Wang's father repeatedly expressed only one core meaning, although Wang Mingming's daughter may have been bewitched by bad people, but it is impossible to be unfaithful to Xiao Fan, emotion or other aspects, Wang Mingming's heart is always tied to him.

Xiao Fan was embarrassed and annoyed by these words, and he wanted to express it clearly, even if Wang Mingming was brainwashed by the cult and fell in love with that tall man with a strange appearance, the legendary sect leader of the Heavenly Star Sect would not bother his mind. Take 10,000 steps back and say, Wang Mingming's lover is far away from his side, living alone and lonely for a long time, so he empathizes and doesn't fall in love, that is also human nature, Xiao Fan may not be able to accept it emotionally, and he may not need to accept it, but it is intellectually understandable.

But after all, he didn't say this thought, he just promised, and he didn't pat his chest to make a promise to dispel Wang's father's concerns. Looking at Father Wang's worried face, Xiao Fan couldn't tell the awkwardness in his heart, and Father Wang's worries were deeper, it was really a little unbearable.

After all, Xiao Fan's character still lacks the consciousness of being a gold lord and condescending to bully others.

He has had several emotional experiences, not counting Nie Yuqing, and the hundreds of years of dream-like phantom reincarnation journey, if you want to talk about epiphany, it is really a left and a right enlightenment, and it should have been enlightened a long time ago.

However, Xiao Fan still holds a point of view, the love between men and women is not reluctant. Let a woman follow him reluctantly, follow him with a ghostly heart, that is by no means Xiao Fan's wish, he doesn't need such love, and he won't contact such a woman.

Simply took a step back and opened the sky, in the days of peach and plum flying in the manor in April, Xiao Fan felt that he was likely to have left this No. 1 plane.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Wang's father changed his words and mentioned his son Wang Hua, it is currently February 18th, that is, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Wang Hua has not returned for several days, and he has never gone home to pick up his luggage and go to other places.

Xiao Fan answered, turned around and left, ignoring Wang's father's call, and strode out of the manor, he thought about going to see Ji Qingqing, as for Wang Mingming, who had already woken up, he was a little afraid to see him.

After Ji Qingqing's body descended on the first plane, he didn't know what he was busy with all day, Xiao Fan didn't have the function of talking to her consciousness, but only received a few pieces of information, followed by conveying it through Nie Yuqing, and then Ji Qingqing disappeared, probably roaming around between the galaxies in space, which in Xiao Fan's opinion, was very similar to Nie Yuqing's addiction to the sea of consciousness.

Without Ji Qingqing's help, Xiao Fan was also at a loss. The culprit who murdered Wang Mingming, a handsome man who was known as a sect venerable and did not know his real name, had a partial grasp of the basic information, and he had always seen the beginning and the end of the dragon, wandering around to commit crimes, and his footprints were all over the world, and a variety of identity documents were vaguely pointing to this person, but they were far from being accurate.

At the manor guard, he happened to meet Wang Hua head-on, the two looked at each other, Wang Hua hurriedly turned his gaze, pretended not to see it, buried his head and ran into the manor, and was grabbed by Xiao Fan's thin shoulders.

"Run for what?!" Xiao Fan's voice was very low, revealing anger.

Wang Hua was grabbed by his shoulders, as if he was hooked by an iron hook, and the whole person was locked in place, struggling hard, but he couldn't move forward an inch.

Xiao Fan dragged Wang Hua to the tea house outside the manor, found an independent private room, and planned to talk to him, in fact, Wang Hua was taller than Xiao Fan, but he was thin, young and a little hunchbacked, tall and curved like a withered artemisia grass, and a gust of wind blew over, and they were worried that he would not be able to stand steadily, dragged by this titular brother-in-law, and could not resist at all.

"Tell me, what have you been up to lately?"

Xiao Fan took matters into his own hands, ordered a cup of green tea for himself, ordered a cup of milk tea for Wang Hua, and asked casually after the waiter left.

"Not busy...... I'm not busy with anything. Wang Hua avoided his gaze, his eyes were evasive, and he was obviously unwilling to talk to Xiao Fan.

"Anyway, your sister is like that......"

Xiao Fan didn't stop saying a word, and Wang Hua intercepted: "What's wrong?" Didn't you hear that she was waking up? ”

"So you don't care about it, you don't have to be home all day, you have expected your sister Ji Ren Tianxiang, and you will wake up and recover your health, you ......" Xiao Fan said angrily, suddenly stood up, and said angrily: "You are so unpredictable prophet!" ”

"Keep your mouth clean!" Wang Hua showed a fierce expression and stared at Xiao Fan's eyes viciously.

Xiao Fan smiled dumbly, sat back in the chair, and said with a smile: "My mouth is not clean, I'm sorry." After a pause, he asked, "Your parents said that you hurt your sister's pain, so you borrow wine every day to drown your sorrows, I don't think it's very similar, I asked the workers in the garden, in the days when your sister disappeared, you were also out of the night, and you couldn't go home all day long, right?" ”

(End of chapter)