Chapter 7137

The big aunt's body trembled and her neck was turning rigidly. She finally saw clearly that Zhang Xiaofan was standing at the gate, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was following him step by step.

"Zhang... Zhang Xiaofan, he... He actually came back?"

The moment she saw Zhang Xiaofan, she was as stiff as a stone statue. Her face was more shocked and unbelievable than ever.

In the eyes of Lao Zhang's family, who was once a son, it was like a God. With his own shoulders, he carried Lao Zhang's family to Suzhou city.

And with one's own strength, the pressure of all the heroes in the south of the Yangtze River, Zhang Xiaofan, he actually came back?!

But

But how is that possible? It doesn't make sense!

Shouldn't Zhang Xiaofan have been killed two years ago by the imperial Russians?

This is

This is what Lu Jianming told Zhang Daping personally. Everyone in the old Zhang family is no stranger to the bad news.

Everyone once thought that Zhang Xiaofan had died in a foreign country, but how could this man who should have died for a long time appear in front of everyone?

At the moment, the great aunt is as numb as a cucumber, and her brain is buzzing All of a sudden, it exploded completely!

"PATA..."

As for the second Uncle Zhang Guangyuan, he was so scared that his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

"Grandfather, I'm back."

However, Zhang Xiaofan never looked at his great aunt from the beginning to the end. His second uncle just looked at his grandfather Zhang Zhengguo with a slightly guilty look.

"Good... Good... Good..."

"Just come back... Just come back..."

Zhang Zhengguo trembled and stood up, two lines of old tears are involuntarily from the orbit, the upper and lower lips are shaking, the way.

For him, Zhang Xiaofan, this year and a half is just a hard work in the dark world. Time is like a fleeting moment.

But in the same period of time, for Zhang Zhengguo, an old man who has passed the ancient times, it is like a century.

The loss of his grandson is more painful than the sky. For Zhang Zhengguo, this kind of blow is just like a bolt from the blue. It's too big. There's no more sorrow than death of heart.

If it wasn't for Zhang Xiaofan who once helped Zhang Zhengguo wash his hair and cut his marrow with jiuxiao Yunlei fairy fruit, I'm afraid the old man might not have been able to survive the past two years!

Every time I think about it, Zhang Xiaofan's guilt and apology in the bottom of his eyes become stronger and stronger, and his heart is stronger and stronger for the murderer who forced the old Zhang family into such a field!

"Xiao Fan, how did you come back?"

"Before, Mr. Lu personally told us that you were killed when you were attacked by blu-5 vacuum bomb in the Far East theater on the West Siberian plain..."

At this time, even at this time, Zhang Guangming, the eldest uncle, was still a little calm and calm. He frowned and asked.

"That's right, Xiao Fan. How on earth did you get away with it..."