It's just that in the past two years, Zhang Fan has become more and more unwilling to face the intrigue on the wine table.

He was tired, but there was no substitute for him, so he went to the countryside.

Perhaps this is where responsibility and obligation come in. The heart is empty and the face is smiling, the mouth is right and the heart is wrong, it seems to be close but the truth is far away, the face is close and the heart is evil.

Men, there is always a weight that has to be borne.

Man, you have to carry a load.

Men, have to be strong and look far away.

Man, had to, had to show his strength.

It's just that, men, after all, have times when they are weak, and they also want to find a warm harbor where they can dock when they are tired.

Zhang Fan, now Zhang Fan.

He was exhausted and pretended to be strong.

He was tired of intrigues, and he had to force a smile and pretend to be chic.

His heart has long been full of holes, but he can only be strong.

His countenance is still strong and handsome, but who can know the weakness of his heart, the weakness that can be overthrown at any time.

Confusion, perhaps, is the reality of him under the wine table at the moment.

Zhang Fan, who was confused, could no longer bear the intrigue on the wine table, got up and confessed, and walked to the guest house in the backyard of the castle.

On the night after the first snowfall, the snow reflects on the moonlit night, and it is as white as day.

Zhang Fan walked slowly, wearing a white robe with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a white bundle of hair to pull up his long hair, coupled with a handsome face and confused eyes, he was really a noble son.

There is a small lantern in front to guide the way, and there is an entourage behind him, so he has a good fan.

Before walking to a courtyard, there is a courtyard not far ahead, there is a woman in a yellow dress and a plain jacket above the attic, with a plain face and light makeup, a jade hairpin inserted in her sideburns, holding a book in her hand, leaning on the railing of the attic, and staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.

Zhang Fan's arrival saw the woman's face clearly, and the woman also saw Zhang Fan clearly.

When Zhang Fan saw the woman, he suddenly felt a heartbeat intensifying, which was the feeling of heartbeat, and then he looked at the woman blankly.

Seeing Zhang Fan like this, the woman smiled slightly, and then slowly straightened her body and walked towards the back room.

At this time, the little maid had already opened a courtyard not far ahead, and this area was where the guest courtyard was located, which meant that the woman in the courtyard just now was also a guest, so you could ask the little maid about it.

Thinking of this, when the little guy settled down in the courtyard because of a few people, Zhang Fan rewarded the little guy with some silver taels, and then asked about the woman in the courtyard next door, and the little guy got the silver taels one by one.

It turned out that the woman was from Songjiabao, the niece of the castle owner, surnamed Song Mingwan, two years old, young and beautiful, and had a very heavy suitor.

It's just that his daughter is very angry, and at the age of sixteen, she is in the boudoir, and now she has introduced a few young heroes, and her daughter has not taken a fancy to it.

After saying this, the little guy didn't know anything else, and left.

At this time, the night was dark, and after everyone rested in peace, Zhang Fan tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, and his mind was full of Song women in another courtyard. Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyes were blurred, and then his eyes opened again, and his eyes became firm.

I saw Zhang Fan, who was not wearing shoes and socks, turned over and sat up directly from the bed, slowly walked to the courtyard and stood still, looking at the attic in the connected courtyard, where is the residence of the Song woman.

On the second day, at dawn, Zhang Fan seemed to wake up from a dream, and saw that he was not even wearing shoes and socks, and was wearing a single coat facing the attic opposite, as if he had stood all night, and couldn't help but hesitate. But thinking about the woman in the hospital, she didn't care about anything else, so she hurriedly entered the house to dress and freshen up, and then waited at the door.

When waiting for the woman in the hospital to go out, Zhang Fan hurriedly opened the door and came out, pretending to go out at the same time as the woman next door, and there was a chance encounter.

Then it is natural to talk happily and have a dream with each other.

Half a year later, Uncle Yunsheng in the family went to the Song family to propose marriage, and Zhang Fan finally got a good match. After that, Zhang Fan tried his best to shirk the tasks in the family and slowly began to live in seclusion.

The boat passed away, and the river and sea sent the rest of his life. It is Zhang Fan's state after marriage, every day he and his wife join hands in the mountains and forests, watch the waterfalls and springs, and occasionally go home to get together with their parents, which is also happy and joyful.

A year later, Zhang Fan was outside the delivery room, picking up the son who was hugged by Wen Po, and he was so stunned that he didn't even hear the maid shouting to him beside him.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Zhang Fan fell backwards suddenly, and then Zhang Fan held the child and did a backflip and stood up again.

This also attracted a burst of calls from the parents around him, and Zhang Fan didn't know anything about what happened after he took over the child.

Two years later, outside the delivery room, Zhang Fan took over the daughter who was hugged by Wen Po, and this time Zhang Fan has been paying attention to whether he will have fragments. It's just that no matter how much he guards, he can't stop it, and the fragment still appears.

When Zhang Fan woke up again, he was already sitting on the chair in the living room with his daughter in his arms, as for what happened after taking the child from Wen Po's hands, he didn't remember it at all, and asked other people around, and others didn't know either, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be afraid when he thought of this.

He remembered that when he was sixteen years old, when he followed Uncle Yunsheng to the competition of the eight sects and seven factions for the first time, when he said goodbye to his parents, he had a fragment, and when he asked the people around him afterwards, they didn't know anything. At that time, there were traces of kneeling on his clothes, and there was dust on his forehead, and there was a pit formed by kowtowing in front of his parents.

Then when I met my wife, I seemed to have stood in the courtyard for a night, and looked at the attic for a night, but I didn't have any memory, and I asked my two entourages afterwards that they didn't know that there was a time, so I could only bury this time in my heart.

When his son was born, he encountered another splinter and almost caused himself to fall, only to be surprised by nothing after that.

This time his daughter was born, it was the fourth time, what did this portend, Zhang Fan didn't know, and he didn't want to know after many fruitless explorations.

The first three times, each time the time was strange, and the people around didn't notice anything strange, only themselves, and this time it was the same. I couldn't find out what the problem was, and I asked the doctor several times, but the doctor couldn't tell me why, what could I do.

Let everything go with the flow, at least I'm still very happy now, don't you, you have parents to support, you have a wife to accompany you for the rest of your life, you have children to bear your knees, you have what others pray for but can't get, and you have nothing to be satisfied with.

The parents are kind, the wives are gentle, and the children are lovely, this is life, the life I once longed for.

In spring, there are flowers in front of the window, and in summer, there is a courtyard in the shade. In autumn, there is a tribute chrysanthemum for sencha, and in winter, there is plum snow for wine.

Ancient and modern sages, there are very few people who can have such leisure and elegance.