Chapter 1492

As for ye fan, he took Lu Wenjing to the fat man's house to play.

This year is the first year after the fat man and Du Wenya got married. When ye fan arrived, Du Wenya was also there.

The couple were naturally overjoyed to see Ye Fan.

"Ha ha ~"

"fange, I'm going to find you."

"Are you all right today?"

"In a moment, we'll go to the market and buy some fireworks and firecrackers."

"Don't leave at noon. Let's have a good drink."

The fat man hugged Ye Fan's shoulder and laughed.

It's the first time that a fat man has been so happy since he graduated from school.

Think about it, if you want to hold a beauty home, fat people are not happy.

In this regard, Ye Fan naturally did not dampen his interest and readily agreed.

For fat people, it's just the first year after marriage.

But with Ye Fan, this may be the last year of life.

During this period of time, Ye Fan tried to make himself calm and calm and accompany his relatives and friends through the new year.

But is Ye Fan's heart really peaceful?

The ten-year plan is at the last moment.

I'm afraid no one will be calm.

Even ye fan.

The biggest worry in his heart now is whether the jade prepared by Li Er and Li Er can be delivered safely.

, time goes on.

At noon, Ye Fan did not go home and stayed at the fat man's home for a meal.

Nothing in the afternoon, is in a rub up mahjong.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the fat man will go to the grave with his father.

Ye Fan also took Lu Wenjing home.

On the way back, Lu Wenjing asked Ye Fan: "brother Xiaofan, why don't you go to the grave and worship your ancestors with your grandparents?"

Ye Fan replied, "Ye Yang town is not my ancestral land. Why should I worship?"

"Although my surname is ye, in the eyes of my two uncles, I, Ye Fan, still belong to another surname."

Ye Fan slowly said, in the words, full of calm.

Lu Wenjing was more curious: "where is the ancestral land of Xiaofan's brother?"

"Don't you go back to worship your ancestors?"

"I heard from my mother that during the Spring Festival, boys would go to the mausoleum to worship their ancestors, burn some paper money for the dead and bring them back for the new year. And when he dies, he will be buried in his ancestral grave. "

"My ancestral land?"

Lu Wenjing's words, however, have aroused Ye Fan's many memories.

But after a long time, he still shook his head and laughed at himself.

"I'm just an abandoned son of the Chu family. How can I talk about the land of my ancestors?"

"It's just a ghost after all."

"As for what happens after my death, I'll bury it anywhere."

"Where to bury your bones, where is your home?"

Ye Fan's faint voice, as if swept by the breeze, is slowly ringing in this square heaven and earth.

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and at the same time.

Fenghai City, Qingshan Town, a hundred miles away.

Dozens of luxury cars, each of which is priceless, stretches for thousands of kilometers and slowly drives in.

If only, all rivers converge to the sea!

The low roar converged into a stream, shaking the world.

With the entry of these vehicles, the calm of the town for a year was finally broken.

Until, leading a Rolls Royce phantom, in front of an old house, slowly stopped.

The door opened and a middle-aged man in a suit.

Between the dragon and the tiger, full of dignity.

Every move and every move has the domineering momentum of a superior person.

If you live in a high position for a long time.

After getting off the bus, the middle-aged man stood in front of the car and looked up at the front.

There, a simple house, located here. Like a wild beast, watching the world.