Taoyuan Village Little Magician

tonight.

This is the second time such a sound has been heard.

"Mom! What the hell is this sound?"

Song Fanshuang curled up under the quilt, looked at her mother who came to her room, and asked worriedly and in fear.

"Stay in the house, no matter what sounds you hear, don't come out, Mom, go out and have a look."

Mother Song shook her head, looked at Song Fanshuang worriedly, and decided to muster up the courage to go out and have a look.

Her heart also reached her throat at this moment.

It's just that she and Song Fanshuang are the only two women in the house. If she doesn't go out to see the situation, should she let her daughter go first?

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

This has been true since ancient times, and it has never been said to be missed.

"I, I'll go with you."

Song Fanshuang got up tremblingly, changed into a piece of clothes, and followed behind his mother.

In the past two days, this was the fourth time they had heard such a voice.

Last night, I heard it once at one o'clock in the morning, and again at four o'clock in the morning, and today is no exception, I heard it again at one o'clock in the morning.

The same voice sounded again.

"be careful."

Mother Song didn't refuse, she nodded, took Song Fanshuang's hand, and opened the door of the side hall.

"Who! Who's out there?"

"In the middle of the night, what door are you knocking on? What's the matter, stand up and make it clear."

Mother Song opened the door and forced herself to embolden herself. Facing the air and the street outside the door, it was a burst of anger output.

Six or seven meters away.

On the thick telegraph pole, the dim light flickered twice, and it was not known if it was answering Song's mother's words.

now.

In the quiet small street, there was no one there, and the lights of other houses in the front, back, left, and left had been turned off for a long time, so I couldn't see it, and I didn't know if it was a prank by one of them.

"Mom! Could it be Dad..."

Song Fanshuang stood beside his mother and spoke in a low voice.

Their family originally came from the countryside, although with Song Yuanfeng's efforts, they have gained a place in the capital step by step.

But some customs are still done in rural areas.

Just like the first seven questions.

"Your father loved you the most, girl, and he loved me very much. He has made a lot of money in the capital for so many years, and he is not willing to waste money outside by himself. How can he have the heart to scare our mother and daughter after death?"

Mother Song smiled and shook her head.

If Song Yuanfeng really wanted to come back and take a look, she would not be afraid.

A couple a hundred days of grace in one day, a couple of hundred days is like the depth of the sea.

She and Song Yuanfeng have been married for many years, and their relationship has always been very good. Now that Song Yuanfeng is dead, Song's mother dies with her heart.

She hoped that Song Yuanfeng would come back and take her with him.

"Ok!"

Song Fanshuang nodded lightly and didn't say any more.

But Mother Song said after a moment of silence, "Shuang'er, can Xiaofan come to the house tomorrow?"

"Huh? Me, let me ask."

Song Fanshuang nodded.

She hasn't contacted Zhang Fan in the past few days. If possible, she also wants to see Zhang Fan.

Especially at this time, if Zhang Fan is by her side, she can feel much more at ease.

"Go upstairs and go to sleep."

Mother Song patted Song Fanshuang on the back and smiled kindly.

The fear and fear just now seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Song Fanshuang was a little confused, but still just nodded obediently, followed his mother upstairs, and fell asleep again.

Fortunately, it was only an hour or two before dawn.

morning.

It was just after seven o'clock, and Song Fanshuang, who had no sleepiness, called Zhang Fan.

How did she know that Zhang Fan on the other end of the phone didn't know if it was to celebrate the housewarming last night. Under the pressure of Su Rong and Wan Qian, he let Zhang Fan leave the room until it was about to light up.

Zhang Fan, who fought fiercely with Su Rong and Wan Qian all night, the biggest extravagance is naturally to get a good night's sleep.

But now it was just after seven o'clock, and it was only over an hour before he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

"Who is it, early in the morning, I..."

Zhang Fan was finally woken up by Song Fanshuang's phone call. After cursing a few times, he fumbled around on the bedside table and got the phone.

Especially when he saw that the call was from an unfamiliar number, he became even more depressed.

"Who!?"

Zhang Fan answered the phone and asked in a bad tone.

"Xiao, Xiaofan, it's me, you...you seem very angry?"

Song Fanshuang on the other end of the phone replied hesitantly.

Especially after she heard Zhang Fan's angry voice, she lacked confidence.

After all.

It was the first time she and Zhang Fan met in Yipinju after graduating from university.

Moreover, the meeting caused Zhang Fan a lot of trouble.

Not only that.

It was all thanks to Zhang Fan's help that his father could be buried in the ground.

More importantly, even Zhang Fan was able to pay off the more than 1000 million cooperation funds owed by his father's company.

She owed Zhang Fan too much.

Even if she was once a college belle, her figure was extremely low in front of Zhang Fan.

Every word, deed, and every action has to consider whether Zhang Fan is happy and likes it.

"Squad, monitor?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Fan was also stunned.

When he was in Beijing Siping that day, he did leave his phone number for Song Fanshuang, but he didn't save the other party's number.

Unexpectedly, when Song Fanshuang called, she was yelled at by herself inexplicably.

"Yes, it's me! Xiaofan, are you okay? I feel like you were very angry just now, yes, how about I call you later?"

Song Fanshuang said without confidence.

"No! It's fine!"

Zhang Fan quickly replied: "It's just that when you woke up, your phone called. You're just a little annoyed. If you have anything to say, just say it. I'll listen."

"Yes, sorry!"

Song Fanshuang quickly apologized, and only then did she realize that she seemed to have called a bit too early.

"It's okay, it's okay, did you encounter any difficulties, monitor, please don't cry, tell me, maybe it can be solved."

Zhang Fan heard the grievance and crying in Song Fanshuang's tone, and comforted him with a bitter face.

Omg.

What is this called.

He is the one who is disturbed into having good dreams and dozing off.

Why does the victim still go to comfort the victim?

Nothing.

Who made the other party his monitor?And a squad leader who is going through bereavement and life's ups and downs.

"I, my mother would like to invite you to dinner at home, and then... stay, stay for one night."

Song Fanshuang's voice was hesitating at first, but because Zhang Fan had to stay for one night, it became even more intermittent.

even.

It can be said that it is unspeakable.

"Stay...huh?"

Zhang Fan woke up after dozing off, and asked with a surprised look: "Squad leader, are you sure you said something right?"