Master of the city

Sitting in a van full of things, Zhang Fan looks at the girl beside him, with black lines all over his head.

Yesterday Zhang Fan said he would go back to the village by himself. As a result, the three women yelled in unison, "no way.". Before Van Gogh could figure out what the situation was, the three women gathered together to whisper.

Before long, Li Mengmei came to tell Zhang Fan what he should do today. She went to Jinxiu early this morning. They gave him something to go back, and then sent a car to take him back.

Zhang Fan's head was full of fog at that time, but since the three ladies said so, he could only be obedient. In addition to the traffic jam, the driver of Jinxiu didn't know how to get on the bus in the morning.

The girl Zhang Fan is no stranger. It is the new employee of chiyun film and television entertainment company, who has become the "West son" Shi Yixuan of Jiangzhou city.

At that moment, Van Gogh was Spartan. Is this the new year's goods you want to bring back?

"Master, water always says that returning home in good clothes should be a bit elegant, but you don't like to buy expensive clothes, and you can't drive. In order to make you look better, you can only take a beautiful girl back to support the scene."

Looking at Zhang Fan's face in the van, Shi Yixuan didn't know what to say. Maybe you should say that some of your landlady's brain holes are strange. However, Shi Yixuan did not resent accompanying Zhang Fan back to the village. In other words, she likes to stay with Zhang Fan.

Moreover, Shi Yixuan also knows that this is not only to let her accompany Zhang Fan back to play a play, but also a kind of care for her. Although Zhang Fan said that he would help her get rid of her curse, recently Zhang Fan is really busy and hasn't had time to do it. Just as Yun Hongyan worried before, Shi Yixuan's body simply can't carry a particularly high-intensity performance. Although Shi Yixuan said she could hold on, shuiyuexin didn't want to tire out her money tree.

So she gave Shi Yixuan the task of accompanying Zhang Fan back to the village, and let her have a good rest for a few days.

"Isn't that nonsense?"

Zhang Fan is a speechless man. Although he wants to return to his hometown, you don't have to make a fake girlfriend to pretend that he doesn't have a woman.

Forget it, they seem to be right. They don't dress well, they don't have any luxury goods, and they don't know how to drive. It seems that there's nothing to show when they go back. That's it.

The village where Zhang Fan grew up is a very common small mountain village near Jiangzhou city. Even the name of the village is a dreg of soil, and it has no connotation of "relying on mountain village".

Although the country has vigorously carried out rural infrastructure construction in recent years, such a small mountain village with little value has not been taken care of by the town, and a dilapidated cement road has only been built to the entrance of the village. The ground in the village is still that kind of dirt road. The van only took two or three hours to drive, but Shi Yixuan felt that she had crossed decades.

"Master, this is the village where you grew up?"

Looking at the brick houses and adobe houses outside the window, Shi Yixuan asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes, I grew up in this village. What's the matter?"

Zhang Fan naturally heard the doubts in the girl's words, but he didn't know what Shi Yixuan was wondering.

"Nothing. I'm just asking."

Shi Yixuan gave a faint smile and pressed her hand on her chest.

Zhang Fan thinks that Shi Yixuan's chest is getting stuffy again, so he doesn't say much. In fact, Shi Yixuan's chest symptoms are much better after she was pulled out of her black Qi with a silver needle by Zhang Fan last time. Just doing this, just to hide her embarrassment.

In Shi Yixuan's opinion, Zhang Fan's life experience should be very mysterious. He's rich. He's very rich. It's not a matter of millions. And quite able to fight, so many gangsters, he was a person to understate all killed. And Zhang Fan must be very powerful, otherwise, the gangster leader has no reason to be so afraid of him.

But now Zhang Fan says that he grew up in this small mountain village. I wish you look so dilapidated and backward. It doesn't look like a place where people like Zhang fan can be raised. To be small, you have to have a father like Li Gang.

"Chairman, Miss Shi must want to say that you are the golden phoenix flying out of the village. Hey, hey, there is a two-story villa over there. It seems that the village is not as poor as it thought at first. Chairman, why don't you come back by the bus of shuizong? If you're the general manager of water, I'll have a good time. "

The driver was a young man. When he heard the conversation between them, he couldn't help talking.

"What am I, Golden Phoenix? Isn't Golden Phoenix talking about girls? You don't know your mother from your father. " Zhang Fan gave the driver a middle finger. "If I come back in your Ferrari, will there be room for you in the car? There are only two seats in that car, don't you know? "

Mouth joking, Zhang Fan's eyes are just toward the driver said that the two-story villa looked in the past. In Zhang Fan's impression, there is no such building in the village, and I don't know who made a fortune to build it.I haven't come back for several years. It seems that the village is different from a few years ago. In the past, if the village came to a van, the children in the village would run after the van and yell. Just take a look at the freshness. Now their car is driving on the dirt road in the village. The children playing on the roadside don't even bother to take a look at it. It's obvious that they often see it.

However, it seems that the dirt road in the village has also been built. Although there is no asphalt pavement, it is much smoother than before.

Zhang Fan's family is in the northernmost part of the village. In fact, at first, when he was very young, his grandfather's house was not here. Later, he didn't know why he moved to the north of the village. At that time, Zhang Fan didn't understand why he had to move in a village. Now he knows.

My grandfather was afraid that the five evils and three shortages would affect him, so he moved to the north. Zhang Fan's life is water life, and the North belongs to Rengui water. The combination of Zhang Fan's life style and Zhang Fan's life style can help him grow up more smoothly, so that he won't be unable to bear his grandfather's orphan.

"Stop, the one in front. Stop."

Seeing the small yard that he has lived for more than ten years appear in his field of vision, Zhang Fan feels that something seems to be coming out of his heart. Is it what you feel now when you come back to your hometown?

"Creak"

with a brake sound, the van stops at the gate of the courtyard. Zhang Fan almost can't wait to open the door and jumps down.

the adobe courtyard wall, which is more than half a person's height, has collapsed in several places. There is only one old fence door left. In addition, the young swordsman over there doesn't know who took it to make a "sword".

Push the fence door open and walk into the yard. The originally clean courtyard was full of weeds. The tallest one was half a person tall. Even the old windows of the three tile roofed houses were almost covered by weeds.

The three tile roofed houses also looked a little sad. Two of the windows were broken. I don't know whether it's children playing with stones or firecrackers flying in to blow up during the Chinese New Year.

Although the locks on the door are rusty, they are still well locked.

You know, this kind of village is not without some lazy idlers. When they have nothing to do, they go around looking for excitement. Or see where you can get some money to spend, just go for a walk. This kind of house, which has been vacant for several years, is definitely a place where idle people would like to come.

Maybe we all know that Zhang Fan is poor, or maybe because of his grandfather Zhang Banxian's face, these three dilapidated tile roofed houses have not been patronized.

"Master, have you lived in such a place before?"

Shi Yixuan always felt that her family had been suffering a lot after the misfortune. However, seeing the small courtyard full of weeds and the dilapidated tile roofed house, Shi Yixuan felt that her previous sufferings were nothing.

"It's very shabby, isn't it? Some people say that no matter whether the house is broken or not, as long as people are there, it's still a home. Unfortunately, my shabby house can't be called home for a long time, and it's still a shabby house. Let me tell you, when I was in middle school, my only relative, my grandfather, left me without saying goodbye. I often ate the last meal without the next meal. Sometimes I would tell myself that I must go out and never come back to this place again... "

Zhang Fan said as he reached out to wipe off the spider web hanging on the doorframe.

"But now when I come back here and see the broken door and the broken house, I miss the time when I lived here. Whether it's when Grandpa's here or when he's not. "

Zhang Fan didn't touch the door lock, but rubbed it with his palm on the rough door frame, as if he could get back some time with his grandfather.

All of a sudden, Zhang Fan seems to think of something. He turns and walks to the corner of the yard. He opens a piece of cloth or something, and takes out a hand from below Well, it looks like a sickle.

It looks like a sickle from the shape, but the metal blade is rusty. It's a piece of scrap iron, but it's not good enough.

"Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhang Fan reached out and touched the edge of the scythe. The scythe was so rusty that it could be used as a hammer. Even if Zhang Fan wanted it to cut his finger, it couldn't do it.

"Mr. Zhang Well, no, brother Zhang, throw it away. If you want to use it, I'll drive to the town and buy you a good one. "

The driver Xiao Zhang said that he only remembered that Zhang Fan asked him to call his brother Zhang in the village. He doesn't know what Zhang Fan wants to do, but since it's what the leader wants to do, the subordinate must have some insight.

"No, no matter how easy the sickle you bought is, there is no memory in it."