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Yan Che looked at the familiar face that turned from embarrassment into anger, and the feeling of strangeness rose again.

Shaking his head fiercely, Yan Che shook off the hand holding him vigorously, and took three steps back, struggling with greedy longing and loss in his eyes.

On those faces similar to his, indifference became more and more intense instead of anger, and disdainful contempt slowly appeared in the similar eyes... It was those eyes that glanced at Yan Che once, with a cold and ruthless expression. A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded again: "Follow me! Damn, Cheer!"

Yan Che shook his head, took a step back, and avoided the grabbing hand.

Just when Yan Che wanted to reprimand that person for not being the real Wan Qishuyu, Yan Che's eyes widened...he saw again...that hand, rotten, festering...turned into a white bone.

Raising his head suddenly, Yan Che stared at the face that was "withering" but had changed into a "Jie Jie" strange smile, and glared angrily: "Who are you?"

That "withered" face finally turned into a bloody skull, and there were still clumps of disgusting blood-red minced meat hanging on it, giving off a creepy emptiness. "Hohohohohoho" laughter: "Mother's baby, Che'er, I am your mother, dear mother, hohoho..."

A skeleton arm with pieces of flesh stretched out... Yan Che stepped back quickly... that hand seemed to be able to stretch infinitely, Yan Che took a step back, and that hand extended a step, until the "hohoho" laughter became more and more intense. The farther away, the hand was still grabbing Yan Che.

"Hohohoho... mother's good Cheer, don't go, my bridesmaid... woohoo..." The voice came from a distant place, still empty and clearer.

"San Er, San Er..."

"Third uncle, woo woo..."

At this time, Yan Che felt the world shaking, his hair was dizzy, and there was a sound like thunder crashing down.

"San Er, San Er, wake up."

"Woooooh, third uncle..."

The earth trembled even more violently, and Yan Che was so sickened by the shaking that he felt like vomiting.

"San'er, San'er, don't scare me—"

"Yan Che, wake up, Yan Che, wake up quickly..."

"Third Uncle, don't want Chun'er, Third Uncle woo..."

Between the sky and the earth, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and the rocks shattered. While Yan Che ran and hid to avoid the crushed stones one after another, he also had to dodge the one caught by him amidst the eerie laughter of "hohoho". skeleton hand.

so tired……

"San'er...don't scare me...Xiao Teng vomited blood and is dying, San'er..."

"Uncle Three."

The screams of panic became louder and louder, and the sky also collapsed.

Yan Che, who was running, stopped, and the skeleton hand also stopped in front of him.

Yan Che stared blankly at the sky, looked at the broken surroundings, and murmured in confusion, "Whisper? Is he calling me?"

"Fourth Uncle Yan, don't worry, Yan Che is just trapped, don't worry."

"San'er..."

"Yan Che, wake up quickly, your father is in a hurry."

"Li Jun, don't you think this is bold?"

"Hey, I want my third uncle, Grandpa Guosheng, I want my third uncle."

As the voice became clearer and clearer, Yan Che could already tell who the voice belonged to, and he could clearly feel that there were many people around him, but...his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move. , how can not find them.

The bone skeleton that stopped in front of Yan Che moved his hand, and Yan Che stared at the bone skeleton hand shaking slightly from side to side vigilantly, with a burst of sadness in his heart, a kind of unbearable sadness—because the person who called his name , Yan Guoqiang's voice was more anxious and sad than the other.

Staring at the bone-skeleton hand whose swing increased, the despair in Yan Che's eyes was replaced by cruelty.

I can't die.

I don't have a mother anymore, my eldest brother has his own home, and my second brother...I'm afraid he won't come back. I'm the only one now. If I die, what should I do?

I don't want to die.

I want to stay with him at home, plant crops with him, and try to give him a good life. After suffering all his life, I want to give him a happy old age.

I don't want to die.

I haven't gotten back the bad luck that Fujiko gave me even with interest, it's too cheap for him to die...

Yan Che fought hard...

The scene in front of him changed, the bones and skeleton hands disappeared, and there were ten worried faces, big and small, old and young.

Fujiko was sitting on the edge of Yan Che's bed with a pale face, holding Yan Che's hand tightly, and his eyes were full of energy.

Yan Guoqiang's face was ashen, his eyes lit up with despair, and his lips trembled.

Zhang Chang, who supported Yan Guoqiang, held Yan Guoqiang tightly, and the words he was about to persuade condensed on his lips.

Li Huayue, who was leaning against Li Jun, pointed at Yan Che, Hongyan opened her mouth several times, and finally looked excitedly at Li Jun who was also excited.

Shen Chun, who was being held by Zhang Chaoying, paused for a moment with his little arms about to pounce on Yan Che, a tear dripped from his round eyes and paused in mid-air.

Shen Qiu was hugged by Yan Guosheng in front of him, and he loosened Yan Guosheng's white hands at the corners of his clothes, and joy was revealed in his calm eyes that won Yan Che's "True Instruction".

Yan Guosheng breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Shen Chun's wife on the shoulder to comfort Shen Chun. Zhang Chaoying seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, and leaned weakly towards Yan Guosheng: "Phew... it's alright, alright, San'er finally woke up, it's alright, it's great."

Perhaps because of "running" for too long, Yan Che felt weak all over. With the support of Fujiko, he leaned on the pillow that Li Jun quickly handed over with difficulty, and his eyes happened to see the stroke on Yan Guoqiang's chest. Dark red that has dried up.

Startled, the blood on Yan Che's face faded suddenly: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yan Che's suddenly pale face, everyone's hearts were tugged, and before they had time to get nervous, after hearing Yan Che's inquiry, except for the two children who knew that "Third Uncle" was alive and well, all of them relaxed. tone.

Yan Guoqiang stroked Yan Che's hair helplessly and kindly, and glanced worriedly at Tengzidu, who was carefully "tossing" Yan Che: "San'er, it's not Baba, it's Xiaoteng."

Yan Che was taken aback, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the pale Fujiko: "What's wrong with you?" Don't die too early.

Hearing Yan Che's question, Fujiko was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly burst into a happy smile: "It's okay, just a small mouthful of blood, every month the woman still..." Halfway through the sentence, Fujiko saw Yan Che's expression change. Shen quickly shut his mouth.

At a glance, Zhang Chaoying really hugged Shen Chun awkwardly, led Shen Qiu out of the door, Li Yuehua blushed completely, and hid behind Li Jun in a delicate and charming manner, Li Jun gave Fujiko a fierce look.

The other people who reacted from Fujiko's words all pursed their lips and turned their faces away with a suppressed smile.

Ever since, everyone was worried and tense before, just like this... Let Fujiko simply change his mindless words.

In the hearts of everyone, they all had a more thorough new understanding of Fujiko.

In Zhang Chaoying's mind, Fujiko became "this kid is too naive (no brains)."

In Li Huayue's mind, Fujiko has become a complete "pervert".

And Li Jun gritted his teeth when he saw Fujiko, "Friend's wife, don't bully her."

As for the others, apart from Yan Che's still contempt, every time he sees Fujiko, he can't help but hold back his laughter. Even the little Shen Chun doesn't know who he heard, and every time he sees Fujiko, he stretches out his hand to ask for it. When he hugged her, his little mouth was pouted high, his little hands were back, and his little chest was puffed out and he ignored her arrogantly.

This time, Yan Che was actually trapped in a nightmare for a whole night and a day.

So when he woke up, it was already dusk.

That's why Yan Che heard about last night's vision intermittently when Fujiko carefully fed him porridge mouthful by mouthful... Well, of course it was a one-sided vision.

Yan Che asked Fujiko how the people in Wanli are doing now.

Fujiko didn't even raise her eyebrows, she focused on feeding Yan Che and continued to drink porridge, and said leisurely: "What else? Nothing really happened. Of course, we should go back to our respective houses, eat, sleep and warm our beds." Like me, I don’t even say I lost a mouthful of blood, but I still work hard to serve you, and I don’t even reward you.

Yan Che frowned slightly, took a sip of the porridge that Fujiko handed over, frowned, and began to boldly speculate whether it was because of himself.

"Ah, by the way, Daredevil came back by himself. When you were stunned, Daredevil somehow passed out beside your bed." Fujiko frowned, remembering that sickly Daredevil.Although I don’t like to be seen by Bold, ah no, I don’t like to be seen by Bold, but after all, we have been “living” together for a while, right?Wouldn't it just die like this? !

"Ah? What's wrong with being bold?" Yan Che was startled, and sat up straight suddenly, almost knocking over the porridge bowl in the hands of the defenseless Fujiko.

"Oh, my master, can you be careful?" Fortunately, Fujiko was quick to support Yan Che without saying a word, and quickly transported the porridge bowl to a safe place.

After pushing Yan Che back to the bed, Fujiko picked up the porridge bowl and continued to feed him (...), glanced at Yan Che's tense expression, and felt a bit apprehensive.But compared to the serious consequences of "failing to report the knowledge", Fujiko curled her lips and said embarrassingly: "It's nothing, I guess I was shocked by thunder."

"Huh?" Yan Che didn't quite believe it. According to Bold's name, Bold wouldn't be the master who was shocked by thunder.

Fujiko even heard Yan Che's monotone, and the depression in her heart suddenly doubled, faintly revealing a bit of bitter depression, which couldn't be relieved no matter what, it took root bit by bit in her heart.

Sensing the sudden silence of Fujiko, Yan Che raised his eyes slightly. With just a glance, Yan Che chose to ignore, and some bad memories in his heart were opened up again, and the anger that Yan Che had finally suppressed was once again revealed. Strands of heads.

Yan Che couldn't express his feelings towards Fujiko at this moment, it seemed that he was still so purely resentful, it seemed... just now when he heard that Fujiko was injured just to see if something happened to him, Yan Che's mixed emotions went without saying a word Metaphor.

But at this moment, instead of going to rest early or even being lazy as before, Fujiko did not take advantage of "being unwell" as before, but took the initiative to bring hot porridge and feed him spoon by spoon... Such Fujiko is wrong Yes, absolutely not, definitely not that Fujiko.

Yan Che turned his head away, looked at the swaying bamboo leaves outside the damaged bamboo window, and forcibly turned his mind to the "nightmare".

And after seeing Yan Che's attitude, Fujiko pursed his lips with grievance, and his pale face became even paler... But he couldn't move his feet, couldn't step through this door, as if once he stepped out of this door, Yan Che The little intimacy he had carefully built would be brought back to its original form.

then.

One feeds sullenly, while the other eats thoughtfully.

The room became quiet, and Yan Guoqiang's carefree snoring could be faintly heard.

The horrific thunder at Yanjiawan that night was naturally known to outsiders soon.

People who are jealous of Yanjiawan's good deeds find trouble, and bring up the food poisoning incident at Lucheng University to revisit the old news, pointing out that the people of Yanjiawan have committed a great crime, and God is going to strike Yanjiawan with lightning. .

But these things, except for Liujiatan, which is close to Yanjiawan, who was startled when they heard the sound of thunder, the other villages were far away. .

And Liujiatan has made a lot of money after setting up the vegetable greenhouse in Yanjiawan, so he might destroy his foundation, and then let go of the right and wrong about Yanjiawan?

As for Wu Zidang, that is a grasshopper tied to a straw rope in Yanjiawan. Even if he experienced that kind of panic himself, it is impossible to spread it around. Doesn't that mean cutting off his own family's wealth?

Therefore, even if people with good deeds add fuel and jealousy, spit and talk, without any "evidence", the matter will be nothing, and it will soon be overwhelmed by other new things that everyone brings up In gossip hodgepodge.

Although the incident had passed, Yan Jiawan and Wu Zidang still had lingering fears in their hearts. Thinking back to the terrifying thunderstorm they heard that night, it was inevitable that they would feel an indelible fear in their hearts.

Because of this, every time Yan Yuanzhao came to Wuxu Mountain, he couldn't help but sigh, making Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guosheng think of Yan Che's "high technology" with a guilty conscience—"Is this thing so good and so precious, God won't do it ?!"

No matter how active Yan Yuanzhao is, he naturally doesn't know what's going on here. His old man's anxiety is nothing more than... After all, the people in Wanli are getting better. There are also guests, if someone really has a heart against Yanjiawan, the people of Yanjiawan will definitely have to go back to their previous miserable days.It doesn't matter to him, after all, he has lived for such a long time, although he has not enjoyed any high-end, but he has walked in the world for nearly a hundred years, and he will not feel regretful even when he arrives at the Hall of Yama.

In the big Yanjiawan, all the descendants of Yan's family are in it. Even if they don't have their own blood, they all enshrine an ancestor. Which one didn't break the blood and flesh connecting the tendons? !

So, when he is old and dead, there is nothing to worry about. The only thing that the old man is worried about is this vote of Yan's descendants.

Since San'er is capable and able to change the living conditions of these people, and the people in Wanli are united, it shouldn't be difficult for Yan Jiawan to get up, right?

But he was the first one to get up from the thunder that night. Others may not have seen the gimmick, but he clearly saw the vision coming from Wuxu Mountain.

Now looking at Yan Guoqiang, Yan Guosheng and his brothers, who were so guilty, Yan Yuanzhao narrowed his eyes, and after a barely audible sigh, he confirmed his guess: Little Saner, it really has something to do with him... But, this It's a promising child of our Yan family, so we must protect it no matter what.

Thinking of this, Yan Yuanzhao knocked on the ground with the crutch used as a decoration, and squinted at the two brothers who had been "out of order", glanced at the inside of the bamboo building, and then returned to the two brothers who were already waiting for battle On the body: "That Zhang Chang left?"

Hearing Yan Yuanzhao's question, Yan Guoqiang glanced at Yan Guosheng who was also looking at him with doubts. The two brothers glanced at him, and immediately thought in unison, "I am afraid that the fifth grandpa is left to protect the third son", so they nodded.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Yan Yuanzhao felt relieved, it seems that these two boys (?) seem to be dragging themselves into the water... Well, not bad.

But who is the old man?

So he continued to gouged the two of them without showing any signs of dew, Yan Yuanzhao picked up the new tea at the side, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Let's talk."

Yan Guoqiang lightly touched Yan Guosheng's arm, the corners of Yan Guosheng's mouth twitched, and he immediately walked up to Yan Yuanzhao with a flattering smile, and refilled the half-empty tea: "Fifth Grandpa, what... is San'er..." While speaking, Yan Guosheng glanced around cautiously again, this move caught Yan Yuanzhao's mind, and casual smile lines appeared in his eyes: "What's wrong with San'er?"

After confirming that no one was there, Yan Guosheng moved closer to Yan Yuanzhao, and lowered his voice again: "San'er came back and brought some good things, high technology."

"Huh?" Yan Yuanzhao frowned, and his guess was almost right.

Seeing Yan Yuanzhao's expression, Yan Guoqiang heaved a sigh of relief, and followed Yan Guosheng's example...but a little nondescript...and approached Yan Yuanzhao, and said in a low voice, "Fifth Grandpa, do you remember the oranges and radishes in our old yard? "

Yan Yuanzhao paused as he was about to serve tea, and returned to normal after a while, snorted, indicating to continue.

"That's the high-tech experiment that San'er got back." Yan Guosheng took it up without lagging behind.

At this moment, Yan Yuanzhao shook his hand, and a little half of the tea spilled out, and he was dizzy on the bamboo coffee table. He didn't notice that the tea dripped onto him along the gully, but grabbed Yan Guoqiang's hand and glanced at it. Yan Guosheng lowered his voice and asked solemnly: "Really?"

The two brothers were about to dry the old man, but when they saw the old man's situation, they couldn't help being taken aback, and nodded subconsciously.

Yan Guoqiang, who didn't notice the old man's surprise and let go of his hand, took two steps back, looked at Yan Guosheng inexplicably, and then turned his eyes back to the old man: "Fifth Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Hey..." The old man let out a heavy breath, his soul came back, he stretched out his hand and ignored the usual etiquette, brushed off the water stains on his body, grabbed the crutches and stood up on the bamboo floor: " Who else knows about this?"

"Uh..." The two brothers looked at each other again: "San'er stopped talking early in the morning, and only the two of us know about it."

Hearing this, the old man nodded slightly, and the sound of the crutches became more intensive.

Yan Guoqiang and his brother had seen the old man's action before. It was the old man's thinking, and it was an important matter, so the two stopped talking, but retreated to their original seats, waiting for the old man to finish "thinking".

really.

Not long after the old man "returned to his soul", the three fathers bumped into each other, muttering for a while, and then rushed the two brothers to see the "high-tech" sample - a bucket of biwangwang The water was placed in the fenced yard in such a big way, and the old man twisted his crutches and greeted the two brothers, muttering straight in his mouth: "Explosive mortuary things, evil, evil!"

but.

What kind of solution the old man came up with, no one knows except the two brothers.

It's just that in the next two or three days, Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guosheng often walked in the dark, carrying something on their backs in the direction of Jiguan Mountain, and they were always cautious, more cautious than thieves.

Occasionally, Yan Yuanzhao can be seen walking aside with a cane... Ah no, it should be the supervisor.