Chapter 1539

"Creak --!"

Zhang Xiaofan braked and stopped the car directly in front of his courtyard.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan pushed the door and went in.

But see, a with Zhang Xiaofan looks have 78 Fen similar youth is washing vegetables in the yard.

"Xiaoqiang? Why are you at home? You shouldn't be studying in the city today? "

This name is similar to Zhang Xiaofan.

The name of the little boy is Zhang Xiaoqiang.

He is eleven years younger than Zhang Xiaofan, and he is born after 2000.

Now, I am in the first grade of junior high school in Langfang No.1 middle school.

Because it's far away from home.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang has to stay at school.

Basically, I can only go home once a month.

However, it's not a new year's day and it's not a Saturday weekend.

Why didn't Zhang Xiaoqiang study in school, but he was still washing vegetables at home?

"Xiaoqiang, why didn't you go to school?"

Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward, some doubts, the road.

"Brother... You're back at last!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned when he saw Zhang Xiaofan coming towards him.

Then the whole person's eyes were red, and directly hugged Zhang Xiaofan and sobbed in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Xiaoqiang? What happened at home?"

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang holding himself and sobbing in a low voice.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan's uneasiness became more and more intense.

He comforted the younger brother in his arms and asked repeatedly.

"Xiaoqiang, what's the matter?"

"What happened at home?"

"Brother... My father was hit by a car."

"... rich uncle he... Rich uncle he also..."

Speaking of the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't go on any more.

He came forward, hugged Zhang Xiaofan tightly and began to cry.

"Boom!"

After hearing what Zhang Xiaoqiang said.

Zhang Xiaofan only feels his brain, "hum --!" It exploded with a loud bang.

He picked up his younger brother Zhang Xiaoqiang and strode towards the house.

Before entering the door, Zhang Xiaofan asked a question, and a very pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine came directly to his face.

As you can see, the house in the inner room is dark and dark.

There is also a musty smell, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

In the middle of the inner room, a large plastic bag was piled up.

Inside the bag was a lot of dregs.

Next to the plastic bag is an iron stove for burning honeycomb briquette.

On top of the iron stove, there is a pottery pot for boiling medicine.

In front of this scene, even after Zhang Xiaofan, who often deals with traditional Chinese medicine, smelled it.

Is also not from the deep frown.

This kind of Chinese herbal medicine, let alone let people drink, is used to treat diseases.

Even, just smell the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

It's suffocating and nauseous.

At the same time, the uneasiness in Zhang Xiaofan's heart is becoming more and more intense.

He put Zhang Xiaoqiang down and walked towards the house.

Seeing that behind the scenes inside the house, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes suddenly turned red.

A line of Qingliu is flowing down the corner of the eye.

I saw a middle-aged man lying on the bed in the inner room.

It's September.

Although the temperature compared with the previous period of hot summer, it is to cool down some.

But even so, the legacy of autumn tiger is still there.

The temperature difference is not 26 or 7 degrees.

But even so.

The middle-aged man on the bed is still covered with a thick quilt