Hong Fan stepped onto the ice, forced in front of Hong Sheng in a few steps, and shouted in a low voice.

"People who can only see Jinhae City in their eyes will also say that they will write a new chapter on the rooftop......"

Hong Fan asked softly.

"Isn't it ridiculous?!"

Looking at Hong Sheng, who was stunned, Hong Fan shook his head in disappointment, turned around and walked out.

"Hong Fan, are you worried?"

Finally, a trembling question came from behind.

"Are you worried about Kou Yong, worried about Gu Yixin?"

Hong Fan stopped when he heard this, and half-turned his head.

On his side face was a smug smile that Hong Sheng had never seen before.

"You think I'm going to take them in my eyes?"

Hong Fan asked rhetorically.

At this moment, it was not only the Sand World that supported his answer, not only the Dragon Soul Tree.

It is also the experience of his two lives, as well as the solid knowledge accumulated by studying hard for more than ten years.

This is the genuine gold finger given to him by crossing.

Hong Fan took another step.

Behind, the wheezing sound is like a bellows, gradually getting heavier.

Just as he was about to reach the gate of the Kirin Temple, he heard a hoarse shout.

"Hong Fan, you will definitely be on the ...... of the heavens"

Hong Fan turned and looked at the frozen pond.

On the ice, Hong Sheng struggled to get up with his hands and feet, and fell twice in a row because of the numbness of his legs and feet that had been sitting cross-legged for too long.

His face was already in tears, but he still didn't care.

"Me too! Me will too! ”

The Hong family's Qilinzi sobbed, and finally stood firm trembling against the sight of his brother.

Just like listening to the sea pavilion on the day the list was released, his face was red, and he took everyone's attention.

"I hear you."

Hong Fan nodded in response.

"Then hurry up and wash up and eat; Hungry, but you can't be a celestial pride. ”

The latch behind the door was removed.

Hong Fan squeaked open the door and stepped over the threshold.

I was taking a picture with the woman in the palace dress under the steps.

"Big lady."

Hong Fan greeted Hong Chen, who had red eyes and was wiping tears with a handkerchief, and was about to leave.

Then he was stopped.

"Brother Fan......"

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Hong Chen, who had mixed tastes, didn't know what to say.

She used to hate Hong Fan.

I hate his fair complexion, I hate his delicate eyebrows, and I hate the kind of hatred that makes the house and the black.

But she was grateful at the moment, and she was grateful from the bottom of her heart.

I am grateful, but I don't know how to express it.

Power, money, resources, fame......

In just half a year, Hong Fan already has more than her.

So, all that remains is words.

"Thank you......"

Hong Chen choked up.

"Brother Fan, thank you."

"The bell should be the bell person, the eldest lady is not welcome."

An impeccable smile hung on Hong Beom's face.

"It's all the Hong family, it should be."

The voice is warm and sincere, so that people can't tell whether it is false or false.

It was almost noon, and the sun had risen into the sky.

The warm and warm sunlight shines on it, embracing every inch of the earth equally.

······

Zhenghe twenty-seven years, Chinese New Year's Eve.

Just yesterday, Hongfu ushered in a great event.

Hong Sheng, the son of Changfang, successfully broke through the twenty-fourth acupoint "Cheng Pulp" of the Eighth Dao Sutra "Ren Pulse", opened up the second pulse of Ren Du, and officially reached the peak of the power realm.

After that, he needs to introduce the innate qi into the body, achieve the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, and then climb the ladder of heaven to make the true qi true yuan and step into the innate state.

In this way, there is a foundation for being ranked in the sky for a while.

Hong Sheng's birthday is at the end of January, so he still has three years and one month to go.

Shen Shizheng (four o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan put down ten catties of good meat and eight feet of cloud brocade and came out of Tian Liu's house.

(Tian Liu, the middle-aged head catcher of the city guard's office)

After Fang Zhiwu's incident, he would ask Aunt Liu to send a gift every season.

Now is the end of the year, so it is naturally more solemn.

As for the more important Hong Li, Wen Zhongguan, Qian Hong, and Zhu Yi's robe and others, Hong Fan has walked all over the past two days.

All the gifts were added up, and a hundred taels of silver were spent.

The so-called "wealth gathers people scatter, wealth scatters people gather", he understood this truth before entering the workplace.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan returned to the house and went to add a meal to Hongqi and Bentley before returning to Asahi-in.

When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he met Hong Ping, who had been waiting here for a long time.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, the meeting will start later, why are you here with me?"

Hong Fan asked with a smile.

"Is this going to eat with me? A pair of chopsticks, but don't expect the food to be too good......"

Hong Ping was slightly embarrassed when he heard this, and scratched his head.

"Second brother, I'm here for my mother."

"She asked me to invite you to Xiongguang Courtyard for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and asked me to be respectful."

Hong Fan let out an "oh", some "memories" floated in his mind, and nodded slowly.

"In previous years, there was also this procedure."

He replied.

"But in the past, it was all subordinates who came, but today it's you."

Hearing this, Hong Ping became more and more uneasy.

But Hong Fan didn't mean to embarrass people.

"Forget it, you go back yourself."

He said.

"It's become a habit to live like this for so many years, so let's just do it like in previous years."

Hong Ping got the right word, but he didn't leave immediately, and he still hesitated in place.

"Second brother, in fact, when I used to Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, my father would ask why you weren't there......"

He finally said.

This is obviously the truth, but in the face of Hong Fan's gaze, Hong Ping had a fever on his face and couldn't continue.

Because he vaguely felt that whether Hong Jian had asked or not, it made no difference to the second brother in front of him.

Hong Ping had no choice but to skip this stubble.

"My mother specially instructed me to make it clear, this time I respectfully invite you, second brother, and the aunt of the Liu family in Asahi Temple."

These words are not in the memories inherited by the traverser.

"Hey ......"

Hong Fan shook his head and smiled.

"I always knew that your mother wasn't stupid."

"Shrewd, smart, just a little short-sighted – but it's not her fault."

This sentence made Hong Ping inexplicable.

He was still young, and he had never experienced his brother's experience.

Over the years, the original owner of Hong Fan's body has not been able to see his biological father several times a year.

Since the death of his mother, he has never even had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

There's a reason for that, of course.

Hong Chen's best is decent, and he never breaks the rules on the surface, so every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, he will send someone to invite.

In the past, she had never invited only one person - this is also natural, how can Aunt Liu be qualified to eat at the same table with the eldest master?

Because of this, Hong Fan never agreed at that time.

Dahua's Chinese New Year's Eve also has a New Year's custom.

If he went, Aunt Liu would be left alone in that dilapidated courtyard, lonely until dawn.

In the past, he was weak, weak, and powerless......

But this is the only one, and the traverser does not feel that he is completely unresponsible.

"There are some things that are missed."

Hong Fan sighed, put away his thoughts, and patted Hong Ping on the shoulder.

"When it gets dark, let's go back; Tell the patriarch and the eldest lady that I will celebrate the New Year in Asahi-in. ”

"If there are no accidents, it will be the case in the future."

PS：

(This part is added after the article is posted, not counting the money)

There is no sense of rhythm in the last book, and there is nothing cool in the first half of the book, so the initial positioning of this book is to go to Xiaobai Shuangwen.

When I first conceived the beginning, I designed the eldest lady, the housekeeper, and the two sisters-in-law as pure villains, and they were solved by Hong Fan one by one in pretending to be slapped in the face.

Old-fashioned is old-fashioned, but it's a workout for me.

After all, pretending to be forced to slap the face is the core technology of online literature, and nine out of ten books are laid out in this rhythm.

However, as it was written, it was forced to change the outline.

According to the schedule, Jiang Youde will be killed by Hong Fan after secretly infecting his wounds after the fight, which can be regarded as the first appearance of the sand world.

But when I really wrote it, I thought about it for three days to find various reasons for Hong Fan, but I couldn't let him do this.

Because I envision the protagonist as a mature, capable, and leading elite traverser, not a villain who uses his golden finger to gain power and unleash his emotions at will.

He is highly self-interested, has seen the industrial era, and understands the truth that many people are better than one.

He should have some charisma, he should be able to turn enemies into friends, he should be able to convince those around him and turn them into his own......

Regardless of offending Jiang Youde's love for the elite of Zhu Yiqi, regardless of the perception of the clansmen, he will not do this kind of thing no matter what.

Man is a social animal, and everyone will become a wall for one person and a way for another.

I think in Hong Fan's eyes, not only Jiang Youde, but even Hong Ping and Hong Sheng should be assets, not debts.

The story moves forward, and the characters slowly become concrete.

is not only the protagonist, but the choices of Qiude, the eldest lady, and Hong Sheng are all at odds with the outline.

That's one of the reasons why I'm writing slower.

(End of chapter)