Siheyuan: The more excited you are, the more excited I am

Ever since Lin Fan left last time, Gao Hui would come here and sit for an hour or two almost every day, hoping to meet Lin Fan coming back, but even after a hundred days, she was unable to fulfill her wish.

Just when she thought she was going to return home disappointed again today, she seemed to hear Lin Fan's voice coming from the yard, so she quickly ran out to check.

I didn't expect to see the figure I had been thinking about day and night. At this moment, the more than a hundred days of waiting were worth it.

"Why, don't you recognize us?"

Seeing the three women staring at him in a daze, Lin Fan couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Sister Pan'er!"

"Silver bottle!"

It was not until Lin Fan spoke that the three women came back to their senses. Song Yinzhang excitedly ran over and hugged Zhao Paner, Sun Sanniang hugged Yinping, and only Lin Fan had no one to hug him, so he smiled awkwardly.

"It's so good to see you again!"

Unexpectedly, Gao Hui came over and hugged Lin Fan, and spoke softly in his ear.

"Long time no see, how are you all?"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Gao Hui to hug him, but he patted Gao Hui's back gently and greeted her.

Gao Hui let go of Lin Fan after hearing that, nodded first, and then just looked at him quietly.

"Come in and sit down. We are drinking tea. This is something the three of us researched when we had nothing to do. Our skills are definitely not as good as Pan'er's. I hope Pan'er can give us some suggestions."

Sun Sanniang invited Lin Fan and the others to go into the living room and stop standing there stupidly in the courtyard.

"Then I'd better taste it carefully. In the past, I made tea and Sanniang made fruit. I didn't expect that Sanniang has learned how to make tea now. Let me see if you have talent!"

Zhao Pan'er smiled and nodded when she heard this. It is not difficult to make simple tea, but the literati, princes and nobles have their own tea-making habits. The complicated principles and customs involved are worth studying carefully.

"Sir, Sister Pan'er, please have some tea."

After entering the hall, Sun Sanniang handed two cups of tea to Lin Fan and Zhao Pan'er respectively, and asked them to taste them.

"I don't know how to taste tea, let Pan'er tell me."

When Lin Fan saw Sun Sanniang looking at him expectantly, he couldn't help but smile and directly pushed the matter of evaluation to Zhao Pan'er.

"It's already pretty good, but it's still a little off. It might be due to my mood when I was making the tea."

"Does brewing tea require a certain state of mind? I thought all it took was the right technique!"

"The state of mind when brewing tea is a kind of inner peace and concentration. It requires the tea maker to maintain inner tranquility during the process of brewing tea and not be disturbed by the outside world! In the process of brewing tea, everyone's state of mind is different, the way of brewing tea is different, and the taste of the brewed tea is also different. Sanniang, you must have been distracted when brewing tea. Is there something bothering you?"

Zhao Pan'er took a few sips carefully, and then asked about Sun Sanniang curiously.

"Indeed, I thought of Fu Zifang when I was making tea, so I might have been a little distracted!"

Sun Sanniang didn't expect Zhao Pan'er to be so proficient in tea art. She only took a sip of the tea she brewed and immediately guessed that she was distracted while making tea. You know, Song Yinzhang and Gao Hui didn't notice anything just now.

"Fu Zifang? Why would that heartless thing want him?"

Song Yinzhang frowned when she heard this. During this period of time, she also asked Sun Sanniang to tell her everything that happened that day. After listening to it, she felt that Fu Xinggui really deserved to die, and Fu Zifang, the ungrateful man, also deserved to die as well. She didn't expect that Sun Sanniang was still thinking about him.

"He is my son after all. Although I am angry with him, I still miss him sometimes. It is also my fault that I am not good enough. I treat him as a treasure, but he treats me as a weed. I know he is heartless, but after all, I carried him for ten months and gave birth to him."

Sun Sanniang sighed. She knew that she shouldn’t think about her ungrateful son anymore, but sometimes she couldn’t control herself.

"Lin Fan, Fu Zifang..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Pan'er extended her spiritual sense to cover the entire Menghualu world. She wanted to see what happened to Fu Zifang so that she could tell Sun Sanniang and reassure her. However, she was surprised to find that his soul was no longer fluctuating in this world.

"died!"

Seeing Zhao Pan'er looking at him in disbelief, Lin Fan nodded to confirm her idea.

"What? Who died?"

Sun Sanniang was stunned when she heard this. After she came to her senses, she grabbed Lin Fan's hand and asked.

"Fu Zifang is dead."

Lin Fan said this with a calm expression. After all, he looked down on ungrateful people like Fu Zifang. If he died, he died. It would be one less nuisance.

When Sun Sanniang heard this, her eyes went dark and her body went limp and she collapsed. Fortunately, Zhao Pan'er supported her in time, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

"He's really dead...How did he die?"

Sun Sanniang collapsed in Zhao Pan'er's arms for a long time before she recovered and asked about the cause of Fu Zifang's death.

"Not long after you left, Mrs. Tao found out that she was pregnant, so she naturally treated Fu Zifang badly. Fu Xingui, the coward, didn't dare to intervene. Fu Zifang thought that if Mrs. Tao's child was not born yet and he was being excluded like this, the family would definitely not be able to accommodate him after the child was born, so he stole all the money in the family and ran away, wanting to find another place to live. As a result, he was targeted by bandits not far from Qiantang. Originally, the bandits only wanted to rob him of his money and not take his life, but he was unwilling to give up the money and kept pestering him, so he was killed by the bandits."

As a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Lin Fan knows the past and the future. Even though Fu Zifang is dead, Lin Fan can still clearly detect every scene that happened during his lifetime.

"..."

Sun Sanniang shed tears silently upon hearing this, and didn't know what to say. Fu Zifang had insisted on following his father and treated her as an enemy, and ended up with such an end. It could only be said that it was all his own fault. But her heart still ached, after all, that was the child she had carried for ten months.

Song Yinzhang and Gao Hui were also a little surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that Sun Sanniang's child would die like this.

"Okay, Sanniang, you can't be blamed for this. This was his own choice."

Zhao Pan'er hugged Sun Sanniang in her arms and comforted her softly.

Although Fu Zifang's death was an accident, it was also caused by his own personality.

If he had not absconded with the money, if he had not valued money over his life, he would not have died at the hands of bandits. It can only be said that he deserved to die.

"Pan'er, can you take me to see where it is? We can at least build a grave for him. We can't just leave him exposed in the wilderness, right?"

Sun Sanniang cried for a while, and her emotions gradually calmed down. Then she grabbed Zhao Pan'er's hand and begged.

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

Looking at Sun Sanniang's pale face, Zhao Pan'er sighed and agreed.

Although she was extremely disappointed with Fu Zifang, it was natural for Sun Sanniang, as a mother, to not want her son's body to be exposed in the wilderness, and she could not refuse.