It's a hot month in June, and the warm breeze is pleasant!

It's been a month since the big event that shook the northern part of the country. On that day, the vision of the Wei family in the western suburbs, thunder covering the sky, naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The weather in the capital that day was obviously clear, but the Wei family was covered with dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun. After the thunder and lightning, the news of the death of the old man of the Wei family came out.

Regarding the truth of this matter, the Wei family was naturally silent, only saying that the old man Wei had reached the destiny of heaven and died naturally.

However, many media have reported it in a big way, and Wei Yanfeng has become a martyr. Many media reports even reported that 'the death of a martyr, born with a vision.' Famous in history, moving the world. The proposed topic, combined with Wei Yanfeng's glorious deeds from the Anti-Japanese War era, praised it well.

This is obviously a great shame for the Wei family. In the end, it was publicized by the media and developed into a big news of national silence and national mourning. After a month of trouble, the matter finally subsided.

And Zhang Fan, the 'initiator' who created this national news, is lazily lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard reading a book at the moment.

This month can be said to be the most leisurely month for him to come to the capital, every day is fine, planting trees, raising flowers, reading books, and going to the opposite door to have a meal when he has nothing to do, which is very happy.

The grape trellis in the courtyard also grew up, giving Zhang Fan a piece of green shade.

And he received those two apprentices, the monk and the Yang general, every day for the past month, according to what Zhang Fan said, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10km running!

After only a month, Yang Jiajiang found that his physical fitness had undergone an astonishing transformation. Now both speed and strength have been amazingly improved, and even the reflexes are more agile. This gave him hope.

Fortunately, the vision of heaven and earth triggered by Zhang Fan's visit to the Wei family that day was not seen by these two apprentices, otherwise they would not have offered Zhang Fan as a god.

The monk's cooking skills have also improved, but it is still difficult to swallow, and there is still a distance from meeting Zhang Fan's requirements.

For Zhang Fan, the most important thing is the situation of his cousin's family. A few days ago, his cousin Ren Yang told Zhang Fan that his parents had officially divorced.

Ren Song knew that he was sorry for Ren Yang's mother and son, as long as he had a suite in the eastern suburbs, and all the others were left to his second aunt. Including that restaurant, Fengli Garden.

Then Ren Yang was going to take his second aunt out for a trip, to relax, and to ask Zhang Fan if he wanted to go with him. However, the medical exam was approaching, and Zhang Fan wanted to prepare for the medical exam, so he refused his cousin's invitation.

"Now, my cousin and second aunt should have been sitting on the plane to Hawaii!" Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at the blue sky.

In the courtyard, the monk and the Yang family are still practicing boxing, they are not practicing kung fu, but just to move their muscles and bones. It's just like the four different boxing techniques that Zhang Fan fought in the yard at the beginning.

"You two practice hard, the living expenses have been out recently, and you two will go out to perform later to make money to subsidize the family. Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"Master, isn't there enough money? I'll transfer 1 million to your card right away. "Accepting a wealthy Yang Gongzi as an apprentice, Zhang Fan can naturally be said to be not worried about eating and drinking.

When Zhang Fan heard this, the Yang family was ready to give him one million, and his eyes were crooked. However, after laughing, he shook his head and said, "You can't ask for money that you don't get for nothing." ”

"But let's go to sell art, Master, you are just sitting on the side!" Yang Jiajiang's voice became smaller and quieter, he obviously didn't want to sell any art, what era is this.

What's more, he is a dignified Yang eldest son, one of the four young people in the capital, who went to the street to perform and was not laughed to death when he spread it.

"That's different, the money you earn by using the martial arts I taught you to sell your art is essentially different from the money you took out from home. You are learning martial arts, not the way of law, and you don't know the rules inside. Zhang Fan explained.

He didn't want to get a million for nothing directly from the Yang family, but there was a way to use it. It's the same as the disaster money he got from the fortune teller.

"Senior brother, you have to listen to Mr., and accompany me out to perform later. The monk patted the Yang family general's shoulder with his big hand, and in the face of this honest senior brother's black master, the Yang family general could only hide his face and cry.

"Hahahaha, come on, I'll wait for your good news and earn more money back. Zhang Fan laughed.

At this time, suddenly his buttocks trembled, and Zhang Fan hurriedly touched his buttocks behind him and found out the old mobile phone.

Although Yang Shuyu repeatedly asked Zhang Fan to change his mobile phone, Zhang Fan also refused again and again, saying that he only used his mobile phone to make and receive calls, and the mobile phone in his hand was enough.

His mobile phone was still the kind of old-fashioned flip cover, and when he opened the cover, it showed a string of unfamiliar phone numbers, and then Zhang Fan pressed the answer button.

But he put the phone to his ear, and after half a minute, he didn't hear anything.

"Finally dying?" Zhang Fan said into his mobile phone, he thought his mobile phone was broken.

As a result, at this time, a faint voice came from the other side of the phone, the voice was very small, a little familiar, trembling, like a nervous kitten.

"Hey, you, are you Zhang Fan?" When Zhang Fan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that this voice was a little familiar, and then a figure of Nuo Nuo suddenly appeared in his mind, it was Mo Yu who sold paintings to save his mother.

"Why are you, I remember that what I gave you was my cousin's contact information, right?" Zhang Fan said bluntly.

"Your cousin told me. Yes, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" Mo Yu is still the little girl who is only willing to talk to the living.

"No, I didn't mean that. Is your mother okay?" Zhang Fan knew that he had scared the other party, so his tone became much gentler.

After hearing this, Mo Yu replied: "My mother is much better now, and she no longer takes medicine." We also did as you said and moved. Now I live on Liuli Street in the South District. ”

"Well, that's good. Your mother's illness is mainly due to heart qi depression, take more walks with her, and your body will fully recover. ”

"Got it, thank you!" Mo Yu replied, slowly becoming less nervous.

"Is there anything else wrong with that?" Zhang Fan asked.

"No, it's fine. ”

"Then I'll hang up if it's okay?" Zhang Fan said depressedly, what kind of call did he call if he had nothing to do?

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Mo Yu shouted, it was indeed shouted, and it was with great courage.

"Wait a minute, I, I want to treat you to dinner. ”

"Invite me to dinner?" Zhang Fan said stunned.

"I want to thank you, and the money from last time, I will also pay you back. Don't you want to?" Mo Yu was very nervous at the moment, she was afraid of seeing Zhang Fan, but also afraid that Zhang Fan would reject her, that feeling was very contradictory.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan was silent for a few seconds, and then replied with a laugh: "Of course you can, someone invites you to dinner, why would I refuse?"

After hearing Zhang Fan's words, Mo Yu breathed a deep sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"I'll see you later!" After getting the meeting place, Zhang Fan hung up the phone first. As a result, two big faces rushed to the face.

"Master, have a date in the evening?" the Yang family looked at him with squinting eyes.

"You kid knows too much, the monk will supervise him later, and do one more group of training. After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he got up and left the courtyard, leaving the Yang family general with a tragic face.