Taoyuan Village Little Magician

"The squad leader took me all over the mountain, and we came back."

Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

then.

He walked up to Song's mother and said, "Auntie, the deceased has passed away, please mourn, uncle's justice, I will get it back for him, you and the squad leader must be fine."

The reason why he said such a sentence to Song's mother suddenly was because Zhang Fan felt the meaning of the other party's suicide from Song's mother.

Song Fanshuang had already lost her father, so Zhang Fan couldn't let her lose her mother again, right?
"Xiaofan, Auntie knows it well, don't worry, I'm fine."

Mother Song smiled slightly, burned a stick of incense in front of the candlestick, and then turned and went upstairs.

but.

When she reached the stairs, Mother Song stopped again, looked at Zhang Fan, and said, "Xiao Fan, I have to wrong you tonight, there are only two rooms upstairs, you and Shuang'er will sleep in one, right? "

Gah!
Zhang Fan was stunned.

Song Fanshuang blushed.

"What?"

Zhang Fan stared at Mother Song in astonishment, and after a while, he finally managed to utter a single word.

He and Song Fanshuang slept in the same room, lonely man and widow, dry firewood, what is Song's mother going to do?
"Small, Xiaofan, it's fine for me to sleep on the floor. There are not many rooms at home, but there is cotton wool. It's not cold this day, so sleeping on the floor is just right."

Song Fanshuang naturally saw Zhang Fan's embarrassment, and said quickly.

As for Mother Song, after explaining a word, she went upstairs directly.

Of course, Zhang Fan and Song Fanshuang discussed and resolved the rest.

"No, no need! I'd better sleep on the floor. What's more, I'm here to settle things tonight, and I won't sleep much."

Zhang Fan quickly waved his hand, rejecting Song Fanshuang's proposal.

If possible, he even wanted to deal with it in the main hall, but he was worried that he would scare the bad guys out of it.

"Let's go upstairs first."

Song Fanshuang replied with a blushing face.

"Ok!"

Zhang Fan followed behind and came to Song Fanshuang's boudoir.

The room wasn't too big. After placing a large bed, the bookcases and wardrobes on the side took up a lot of space, and the vacant floor could barely accommodate a floor bed.

"Xiaofan, you should sleep on the bed."

Song Fanshuang tidied up the underwear she put on the bedside to be changed every day, blushed and stuffed it into the closet before saying.

"Squad leader, you sleep, I'm thick-skinned, it's fine to sleep anywhere."

Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head.

This is Song Fanshuang's bed, if he got into it and slept for one night, what would happen?

Although there is no physical contact, it can be regarded as indirectly sleeping in the same bed, right?
Still inappropriate.

of course.

Zhang Fan was more worried that Song Fanshuang's frail body would not be able to withstand it, and if he slept on the ground for one night, he would catch a cold, which would be troublesome.

"Then, are you sitting on the edge of the bed?"

Song Fanshuang did not persist with Zhang Fan, but asked expectantly with a blushing face.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she just felt that if Zhang Fan was by her side, she would definitely have a good night's sleep and a good dream.

"it is good!"

In the end, Zhang Fan did not refuse this request.

go to bed.

Song Fanshuang slowly took off his clothes and changed into pajamas, while Zhang Fan turned his back without looking at her.

It's just the rustling sound of changing clothes, which is still very captivating.

"Okay, Xiaofan."

Song Fanshuang got under the covers, Zhang Fan turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Fan leaned against the head of the bed while Song Fanshuang breathed evenly. After turning off the light, she didn't know if she fell asleep or not.

but.

The faint smile on the corner of Song Fanshuang's mouth was still clearly visible.

"Hey! When I was in college, the monitor was very kind. Who would have thought that such an accident would happen in just a few years. I don't know who Uncle Song offended, and his family was ruined."

Zhang Fan sighed helplessly in his heart, now he can only hope that Gu Weixiong can investigate this matter as soon as possible.

into the night.

It is quiet.

quietly.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for ten minutes, Zhang Fan heard Song Fanshuang's slight snoring.

It can be seen that Song Fanshuang did not get a good night's sleep in the days after Song Yuanfeng's death.

Zhang Fan waited until midnight.

Just when Zhang Fan wondered if it was because of his arrival that the perpetrators did not dare to stand up to the wind and commit crimes.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

There was a messy and irregular knock on the door.

Zhang Fan was startled suddenly.

Still here.

Simultaneously.

Song Fanshuang, who was already sound asleep, was also awakened. She turned on the light and looked at Zhang Fan in fear.

"I gonna go see."

Zhang Fan threw down a few words, turned over and jumped downstairs, and then came to the place where the door knocked.

just.

On the quiet street, there was no one there.

Even, no matter how Zhang Fan sensed it, he couldn't detect any traces of people around him.

"no one?"

Zhang Fan was somewhat puzzled.

He can be sure that there is absolutely no trace of evil in this brick house of the Song family.

Excluding evil spirits, it can only be man-made.

But the speed he went downstairs just now was fast enough. He almost appeared at the scene of the incident in less than three seconds after the sound of knocking on the door.

Even so, he still failed to catch the perpetrator.

"Could it be the Martial Dao Venerable?"

Zhang Fan pondered secretly in his heart.

If it was a Martial Daoist, maybe he might not be able to notice it.

just.

He couldn't figure it out, the Song family was just a Jianmu group, even if they offended the Sanye Jianmu group, the other party wouldn't be able to invite a martial arts venerable with extraordinary strength, right?

What's more, the Martial Daoist really bothers to scare people with this kind of pretense?
The clue was broken, Zhang Fan felt a little confused.

There are no ordinary people to make troubles, and at the same time it is unlikely to be a martial arts venerable.

Zhang Fan couldn't figure out what else was possible.

Turning back to the second floor, Song Fanshuang and Song's mother got up. They looked at Zhang Fan as if they were waiting for an answer.

"Not found yet."

Zhang Fan shook his head, and told the truth, "Wait for the knock on the door at four or five o'clock in the morning. I want to see who is behind it."

Even though Zhang Fan didn't get any clues or results, he still firmly believed that this incident was man-made.

"Xiaofan, be careful yourself, if it doesn't work, forget it, at worst we move out of this place."

Mother Song glanced at Zhang Fan worriedly, and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, auntie."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing some doubts.

Because in Song's mother's eyes, he didn't feel the other party's real worry, but he felt a guilty conscience.

This unreal feeling made Zhang Fan a little confused.

I have a debt of gratitude to the Song family.

Song's mother would definitely not think of harming herself.