Lord of the Desert

Chapter 110 Gratitude
Hong Fan walked up to the ice, approached Hong Sheng with a few steps, and shouted in a low voice.

"People who only see Jinhai City in their eyes will also say that they are writing a new chapter on the rooftop..."

Hong Fan asked softly.

"Isn't it ridiculous?!"

Looking at Hong Sheng in a daze, 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, about Gu Yixin?"

Hong Fan stopped and half turned his head when he heard the words.

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

"You think I'll take them seriously?"

Hong Fan asked back.

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

It is his experience of being a human being in two lifetimes, as well as the solid knowledge he has accumulated over ten years of studying hard in the cold window.

This is the real golden finger bestowed upon him by time travel.

Hong Fan took another step.

Behind him, the sound of breathing was like a bellows, gradually getting heavier.

Just when he was about to reach the gate of Qilin Courtyard, he heard hoarse shouts.

"Hong Fan, you will definitely be on the Tianjiao list..."

Hong Fan turned around and looked at the frozen pond.

On the ice, Hong Sheng tried his best to get up with his hands and feet, but fell down twice in a row because his legs and feet were numb after sitting cross-legged for too long.

Tears were running down his face, but he still ignored it.

"I'll do it too! I'll do it too!"

The Qilinzi of the Hong family sobbed, and finally met his younger brother's gaze, trembling and standing firm.

Just like Tinghai Pavilion on the day when the rankings were released, blushing and bearing everyone's attention.

"I heard."

Hong Fan nodded in response.

"Then wash up and eat quickly; you can't be the pride of heaven if you are hungry."

The wooden bar behind the door was removed.

Hong Fan opened the door with a squeak and stepped over the threshold.

He was meeting the woman in palace attire under the steps.

"Ma'am."

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

And then stopped.

"Brother Fan..."

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

She used to hate Hong Fan very much.

I hate his fair complexion, his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the kind of hate that makes him black and white.

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

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

Power, money, resources, fame...

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

So, all that's left is words.

"thanks……"

Hong Chen choked up.

"Brother Fan, thank you."

"The person who untied the bell should be the one who tied it. Da Furen, you are welcome."

Hong Fan had an impeccable smile on his face.

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

The warm voice and the sincere expression make people unable to tell whether it is false affection or falsehood.

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

The genial and warm sunshine is shining, embracing every inch of the earth equally and seamlessly.

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In the 27th year of Zhenghe, the New Year's Eve.

Just yesterday, the Hong residence ushered in a great joy.

Hong Sheng, the eldest son of the eldest son, successfully broke through the No.20 four major acupoints "Chengjiang" of the eighth extraordinary meridian "Ren Meridian", opened up the two Ren and Du channels, and officially reached the peak of strength.

After that, he needs to lead the innate qi into his body to achieve the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, and then climb up the ladder to transform the true qi into the innate.

Only in this way can we have the foundation to be ranked among the momentary arrogance.

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

At Shen Shizheng ([-] o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan put down ten catties of good meat and eight feet of brocade, and came out of Tianliu's house.

(Tian Liu, the middle-aged arrester of the city guard's office)
After Fang Zhiwu's incident, he would ask Aunt Liu to bring gifts every season.

Now is the New Year's Eve, so it is naturally more solemn.

As for the more important Hong Li, Wen Zhongguan, Qian Hong, and Zhu Yiqi's Pao Ze and others, Hong Fan had gone all over the past two days.

Adding up all the gifts, it cost a hundred taels of silver.

The so-called "wealth gathers and people disperse, and wealth disperses and people gather", he understood this truth before entering the workplace.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan returned to the mansion, first went to add a meal to Hongqi and Bingli himself, and then returned to Chaori Courtyard.

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

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

Hong Fan asked with a smile.

"Is this going to come to me for dinner? It's about a pair of bowls and chopsticks, but don't expect the food to be too good..."

Hong Ping was slightly embarrassed when he heard the words, scratched his head and said.

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

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

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

"This procedure was also used in previous years."

he replied.

"But in the past, servants came here, 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 by yourself."

He said.

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

Hong Ping got the right words, but he didn't leave immediately, he still hesitated where he was.

"Second brother, in fact, during the New Year's Eve dinner, my father would always ask why you were not here..."

He finally said.

This was clearly the truth, but Hong Ping's face was burning hot as he looked at Hong Fan and couldn't continue.

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

Hong Ping had no choice but to skip this.

"My mother specifically asked me to make it clear that this time, I respectfully invite you, my second brother, and Aunt Liu from Chaoriyuan."

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

"Hey……"

Hong Fan shook his head and smiled.

"I always knew that your mother was not a fool."

"Smart, clever, just short-sighted—but it's not her fault."

Hong Ping was confused by this sentence.

He is still young, and he has never personally experienced the experience of his brother-in-law.

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

Since my mother passed away, I have never even had a reunion for the New Year's Eve dinner.

There is of course a reason for this.

The Hong Chen family is the most decent, and they never break the rules on the surface, so they send people to invite them every New Year's Eve.

In the past, she had only invited one person—it was natural, how could Aunt Liu be qualified to eat at the same table with the Grand Master as a servant?

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

Dahua also has the custom of keeping the year old on New Year's Eve.

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

In the past, Hong Fan was vicious, weak, and powerless...

But only this one, the traveler will not feel that he has no responsibility.

"Some things, if you miss it, you miss it."

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

"It will be dark in a while, go back; tell the patriarch and the eldest lady that I will celebrate the New Year in Chaoriyuan."

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

PS:

(This part was added after posting, not counting money)
The last book has no sense of rhythm, and the first half of the book is not very exciting, so the initial positioning of this book is to go to Xiaobai Shuangwen.

When I first conceived the opening chapter, I designed the eldest wife, the housekeeper, and the two sons-in-law as pure villains, and Hong Fan solved them one by one in the pretentious and slapped face.

A corny is a corny, but it's a workout for me.

After all, pretending to be aggressive is the core technology of online writing, and [-]% of the books use this to lay out the rhythm.

However, as I wrote it, I was forced to change the outline.

According to the schedule, Jiang Youde would be killed by Hong Fan secretly with a wound infection after the sparring, which is the first time Sha Shijie has shown his edge.

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

Because the protagonist I envision is a mature, capable, and leadership elite traveler, not a villain who uses cheats to gain power and indulges in emotions at will.

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

He should have some charisma, should be able to turn enemies into friends, should be able to subdue the people around him and turn them into his own advantage...

Regardless of offending a group of Zhu Yiqi elites who have a relationship with Jiang Youde, and disregarding the perception of the tribe, and just to vent their anger, Hong Fan will not do this kind of thing anyway.

Humans are social animals, and everyone is someone's wall and someone else's way.

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

As the story moves forward, the characters gradually become concrete.

Not only the protagonist, but the choices of Qiude, Da Furen, and Hong Sheng have all contradicted the outline.

This is also one of the reasons why I write slower.

(End of this chapter)