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Fan Yihang's head was a little confused.

So, Luo Weiwei is coming to the house as a guest?

"Anyway, you put your bag away, change your clothes, and come down to help."

The expression on Grandpa Fan's face looked very happy, in fact, he was indeed very happy, because the withdrawn grandson finally had a friend, although it was a friend of the opposite sex, but a friend of the opposite sex was also a friend, it was better than him staying in his room all day reading books and doing his damn homework.

Therefore, even if he knew that the other party's parents were contacting him with an impure purpose, he was still happy to entertain them.

Of course, grandsons are more important than money.

And what he wants is a normal grandson, not a dumb grandson.

"Why did she come all of a sudden?" Fan Yihang asked with a frown.

"Do you mean you're at the same table?" Grandpa Fan explained with a smile: "I have something to talk about with her father, so I let them come to the house for dinner, so as not to eat every day for our grandfather and grandson, and the house is also lively." ”

Looking at the happy Grandpa Fan's face, Fan Yihang wrinkled his porridge nose and reminded: "What are you burning in the pot?" ”

"Sweet and sour fish ......" Grandpa Fan finally realized something as soon as he finished speaking, and hurriedly ran into the kitchen, shouting while running with a spatula high: "Oops, my fish is paste......"

Fan Yihang: "......"

……

The sun had completely set, the light in the house had dimmed, and the outlines of everything in the bedroom had become blurred.

Fan Yihang turned on the light in the room, threw the schoolbag on the chair, and walked to the drawer of the desk to rummage through things.

Although I don't know why Luo Weiwei came, and I didn't say anything about coming before I came, since I was coming, I simply returned the love letter she had in her heart and mind.

I don't know why she has this obsession with having to get the love letter back, is it really badly written?

After flipping through for a long time, Fan Yihang didn't find the love letter from Luo Weiwei.

"Where have you been......" Fan Yihang frowned, and almost searched the entire room without finding the love letter.

"Hanghang! Come down and wash the sprouts for me! Grandpa Fan's shout came from downstairs.

Hearing the word "Hanghang", Fan Yihang suddenly felt that one head was two big.

He's not three years old, why do you still call him that?

Fan Yihang squatted down and looked at the bottom of the bed, there was nothing else under the bed except for a pen cover that he had never found.

It seems that he didn't get a response from Fan Yihang, and Grandpa Fan shouted again: "Hanghang!" ”

Fan Yihang resigned himself to going downstairs.

His grandfather is good at everything, but this temperament is too much like a child, and he often does things the other way around, just like he knows that he doesn't like the title of Hanghang, but he still shouts like that.

Fan Yihang walked downstairs and went into the kitchen to help wash the bean sprouts.

This kind of thing has never been done when he moved to this small city, and when he followed his parents, he was more like a pampered young master, with servants to do everything.

But when he came here, he not only had to do his own things, but occasionally he had to help his grandfather do them, such as - washing clothes, washing vegetables or something, and he even learned to fry a few dishes.

I don't know if it's progress or regression.

After washing the bean sprouts, Fan Yihang hesitated and said: "Grandpa." ”

For his grandson's initiative to talk, the old man was very happy, and asked while flipping the spoon: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" I'm here! ”

Fan Yihang: "...... Have you cleaned my room in the past two days? ”

"Yes." Old Man Fan nodded: "Every day after you go to school, I will clean the whole house." What's wrong? ”

Ahem –

Fan Yihang coughed dryly, and asked his grandfather with a slightly unnatural expression: "Then you...... Did you see a letter while cleaning your room? ”

"Letter?" Grandpa Fan suddenly stopped the spoon movement, put the pot on the gas stove, and turned his head to look at Fan Yihang.

What was different from just now was that Old Man Fan's face was full of seriousness, and this kind of seriousness had never been seen in Grandpa Fan before.

Grandpa Fan has always been smiling, and he has never been so serious.

Fan Yihang subconsciously straightened his back.

Could it be that grandpa saw that love letter and misunderstood something?

Fan Yihang hurriedly explained: "Grandpa, that ......"

"Grandpa?" The old man turned off the gas on the gas stove and said coldly: "You don't say that I almost forgot about it!" I don't have a grandson in Fan Pengshan who fights with people all day long! ”

"Covenant?" Fan Yihang asked confusedly: "What appointment?" ”

"You're still playing stupid for me!" Grandpa Fan picked up the spatula in his hand and swung it towards Fan Yihang.

Fortunately, Fan Yihang reacted quickly and dodged sideways, but the handle of the spatula still hit the corner of his forehead, marking a bloody mark.

Fan Yihang didn't care about the injury on his forehead, and explained to his grandfather who suddenly got angry: "I really don't know what you're talking about......

"I don't know, do you? Good. Grandpa Fan nodded, took the apron off his neck, and walked out of the kitchen with his feet raised.

A short time later, he brought in an envelope from outside.

The envelope is pink, and there are several peach hearts printed on it, which is the love letter Luo Weiwei gave him.

And the originally sealed love letter has been torn open, apparently opened.

"You don't know, then take a good look for yourself!"

The envelope was stuffed into Fan Yihang's hand, and he took out the contents with a suspicious face, and the three words written at the beginning and in the center were extremely eye-catching.

It reads "Challenge Book", and the signature is Luo Weiwei's name.

This is indeed Luo Weiwei's handwriting, yes, he couldn't mistake Luo Weiwei's handwriting after being at the same table for two weeks.

So, in fact, everything is a misunderstanding.

So, in fact, Luo Weiwei doesn't like him at all.

So, in fact, this is not a bullshit love letter at all!

Fan Yihang lowered his hand, his palm slowly tightened, and the letter and envelope were crumpled into a crumpled ball, and it was impossible to distinguish its original shape.

- "Ding Dong".

There was a doorbell outside.

Old Man Fan adjusted his emotions, cleared his throat and said, "I'll talk about this later, now you go open the door for me." ”

The old man's tone was full of majesty, as if the anger just now had not subsided.

The grandson can do anything, but he must not become a bad boy who fights and causes trouble, otherwise how will he explain to his son and daughter-in-law when he goes down to Jiuquan after he dies?

Fan Yihang picked up the spatula from the ground and put it aside, then raised his feet and walked outside.

How so? The mood of this moment......

That letter was not a love letter at all, and it stands to reason that he should be happy, but I don't know why he can't be happy at all now, and there is even a trace of loss that he himself doesn't want to admit.

Maybe it's because of embarrassment. He told himself that it was only because he had misunderstood the letter and put himself in an embarrassing situation that his mood was so complicated.

Well, it must be like that.

Fan Yihang walked to the door and opened the iron door with a "squeak".