"Creak!"
Zhang Xiaofan a brake, directly parked the car in front of his own courtyard.
Then, Zhang Xiaofan is to push the door to go in.
However, a young man who looks like Zhang Xiaofan is washing vegetables in the yard.
"Xiaoqiang? Why are you at home? You shouldn't be at school in the city today? "
This name is similar to Zhang Xiaofan.
The little boy with a tiger's head is named Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaofan is 11 years younger than Zhang Xiaofan, who is born after zero in 2000.
Now, I am studying in the first grade of junior high school in Langfang No.1 middle school.
Because it's far away from home.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to stay at school.
Basically, only once a month.
However, it's not a new year's day or a Saturday weekend.
Why didn't Zhang Xiaoqiang go to school and wash vegetables at home instead?
"Xiaoqiang, why didn't you go to school?"
Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward, some doubts, way.
"Brother... You're back at last!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaofan coming towards his side, Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned.
Then the whole person's eyes were red, and he 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.
Zhang Xiaofan this time, the sense of uneasiness in the heart is also increasingly strong.
He comforted his brother in his arms and asked him repeatedly.
"Xiaoqiang, what happened?"
"What happened at home?"
"Brother... My father was hit by a car."
In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't say any more.
Come forward, hold Zhang Xiaofan tightly and wail.
"Boom!"
After hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's remarks.
Zhang Xiaofan only feels his brain, "hum --!" It exploded at the sound of.
He picked up his younger brother Zhang Xiaoqiang and strode to the house.
Before entering the door, Zhang Xiaofan asked for an abnormal pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine and came directly to his face.
I saw that the house in the inner room was 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 also stacked.
Inside the bag was a lot of medicine residue.
Next to the plastic bag, there is an iron stove for burning honeycomb coal.
Above the iron stove, there is a pottery pot for boiling medicine.
Even Zhang Xiaofan, who often deals with traditional Chinese medicine, smells this scene.
I couldn't help but frown deeply.
This kind of Chinese herbal medicine, let alone for people to drink, is used for treatment.
Even, just smell the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine.
It's suffocating and nauseous.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan's sense of uneasiness has become increasingly strong.
He put Zhang Xiaoqiang down and walked into the house.
See the room behind the scenes, Zhang Xiaofan eyes immediately red.
A line of clear water 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 to the previous period of hot summer, it is to cool some.
But even so, the remaining power of the 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 www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!