Early in the morning, as soon as Zhuo Song got up, he saw a bowl of sour jujube and kudzu soup on the table in the bedroom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info soup has a pungent fragrance, just smelling this aroma, can make people breathe smoothly, full of pride.

Smelling the fragrant sour dates and kudzu flowers, Zhuo Song knew that this must have been sent by his wife Mu Xuan. Only his wife Mu Xuan can make such a good soup, it is impossible for others to make it, and only she knows what taste she likes.

Zhuo Song looked at the sour jujube and kudzu soup on the table, and he could be said to be smiling constantly, as if he had drunk the bowl of soup in front of him. Although he didn't see Mu Xuan present, he had already guessed that Fan'er was drunk yesterday, and Mrs. would definitely not just make a bowl of soup, so she must have gone to send Fan'er sour jujube and kudzu soup, thinking of this, Zhuo Song smiled knowingly.

As Zhuo Song expected, Mrs. Mu Xuan was carrying the soup to Zhuo Yifan's door at this time. The door was ajar, and it was not closed or locked, which made Mu Xuan, who usually took care of Zhuo Yifan, a little surprised.

Usually at this point, Fan'er shouldn't have woken up yet, every time he asks him to eat breakfast, the child has to be urged several times to wake up, and it's a little strange today.

Standing outside the door, he could smell the same wine as yesterday, still so pungent and smoky, and then he thought that because he was drunk yesterday, he didn't have the ability to close the door. This last closing of the door was closed for him when he left after seeing him, and it was even more impossible to plug the door.

Thinking of this, Mu Xuan also shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "Old, old, my memory is a little bad." Then he took the soup and pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in.

Mu Xuan, who entered the room, put the soup on the table, and then shouted: "Fan'er, get up soon, you drank so much wine yesterday, my mother specially boiled you sour jujube and kudzu soup this morning, drink it and you will be fine." ”

There was no response on the bed, and Mu Xuan saw that no one answered, so he smiled again: "Look at your child, you are really dead asleep." ”

Slowly approaching Zhuo Yifan's bed, this didn't matter, but it scared Mu Xuan enough, only to see a lot of clothes scattered on the bed, uneven and misplaced, as if he had just been looted by others, but there was no trace of Zhuo Yifan. Looking at the wardrobe in front of the bed, some wooden boxes containing things were not closed, and the contents were also mixed and staggered, which confirmed Mu Xuan's idea just now.

It's not good, the house was stolen, and Fan'er was lost...... What can I do! Mu Xuan was already panicking at this time, because this incident happened to his precious son Zhuo Yifan, Mu Xuan, who had always been shrewd, was also in a mess in his mind, so he ran out shouting in a panic.

Zhuo Song put down the soup and said inexplicably: "What, Fan'er was robbed?"

Mu Xuan cried and said: "Yes, Fan'er is gone, the things in the house are all turned over and messy, and a lot of things that Fan'er has collected by himself have been lost." ”

Zhuo Song saw Mu Xuan's expression, smiled and said with a smile: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, who dares to be so bold and reckless, dare to come to my Zhuo Jian Villa to steal things, and it is still a person who steals." Besides, even if you steal something, you can't steal Fan'er's collection of broken things, it's worthless, what thief would be so blind?"

"Ahh

"Oops!"

Because Mu Xuan was born in martial arts, the strength can be imagined, Zhuo Song opened his mouth in pain, panting heavily. His hands kept pushing away Mu Xuan's hands to get rid of the source of the pain.

For this Hedong lion's roar, the defenseless Zhuo Song is like a fledgling that has just surfaced, let it be played left and right, the more you want to get rid of it, the more painful it will be. If he doesn't do anything, he has no chance of escaping, and he will be firmly caught.

Zhuo Song, who was grabbed by Mu Xuan's ears, had no choice but to raise his hand and beg to surrender.

Seeing Zhuo Song like this, Mu Xuan put down the hand that was pulling his ears just now, and said anxiously: "Master, what I said is true, I don't believe you and I will go to Fan'er's room to have a look." ”

Zhuo Song, who was half-convinced, although she was very reluctant, because of her tiger might, she still had no way to walk with Mu Xuan to her son's room.

When I arrived in the room, the appearance in the room was very similar to what Mrs. Mu Xuan described, it was indeed very messy, and there were traces of someone turning over.

Zhuo Song's brows were furrowed at this time, he didn't know what was going on, his mood was no longer as calm as just now, and his impatient mood made him look around the room, hoping that he would find some clues.

Seeing Zhuo Song in such a panic, Mu Xuan's face became worse and worse, and she began to sob.

In her room, although Mu Xuan was like Zhuo Song, her face was not so sad, that was because she still hoped in her heart that as Zhuo Song said, nothing had happened to Fan'er.

But seeing Zhuo Song's behavior at this time, that hope was instantly shattered, and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

Hearing Mu Xuan's sobbing, Zhuo Song ignored it, and what he was thinking about now was no one except for finding some information about Zhuo Yifan, including his wife Mu Xuan.

In this way, one person was rummaging around in the room, and one person was wiping away tears, but no one delayed anyone, and they were all proceeding in an orderly manner.

About half a pillar of incense, Zhuo Song looked around the room with a depressed face, his spirit was almost broken, and he sat tremblingly at the table, his face full of folds twitched a little, and his eyes were slowly shrouded in mist.

In view of Zhuo Yifan's marriage and the recent strange events in the village, Zhuo Song decided to invite the members of the Zhuang family to announce his son's marriage and wedding date in public, and let the relatives and friends of the Zhuang family be lively and lively together to share this long-lost good news. But it didn't work out, and in the end, this situation happened.

He now has to believe that his son Zhuo Yifan is really gone, as for where he went, looking at this situation, he can only identify his wife's statement, and he can't think of anything else now.

Zhuo Song has never been so flustered and sad, he has always been calm and calm, but now he seems to be a croaking baby, without a little of his own thoughts, no little of his own opinions.

Zhuo Song, who was sitting at the table, inadvertently looked up and found a piece of paper on the table, because there were many tears in his eyes, he was old, and he couldn't see things so clearly, so only a small piece of white in his eyes was presented in front of him.

Sadness can dim all good things, sometimes even a person's thoughts, and apparently this is the case with Zhuo Song now. I saw him trembling and getting up from the stool, not as excited as the discovery of the New World, perhaps he did not expect that the white piece was actually a letter, a letter left by someone who did not know.

If he knew, he would definitely not be in this mood now, let alone accompanied by such a weak action.

Slowly picking up the white piece of paper, when it was placed in front of him, he suddenly felt like an electric shock, and even made him speechless.

"Madame, letter ......"

Mu Xuan, who was also wiping tears beside the brocade bed, was also frightened a lot by Zhuo Song's shouting, and came to Zhuo Song's side in three steps and two steps in surprise, poking his head out and waiting for Zhuo Song to read the content of the letter.

Maybe there are too many words, maybe it's because the writing is not good, Zhuo Song finished reading it after a while, and Mu Xuan, who was waiting next to him, was anxious and urged him no less than ten times.

However, Zhuo Song was not so cooperative, after reading the letter, Zhuo Song's beard was about to jump, slapped the letter on the table, and began to pace around the room with his hands behind his back.