divorce?Think beautifully!

228 Pinewood Lane.

It was mid-afternoon, the sun lay down, and it was warm. The old woman was still wrapped in a headscarf and was cooking.

A big pot was set up under the shade of the trees in the garden, and an old man was adding firewood underneath, and it was hot and ignited heavily.

She skillfully held the big spoon and rolled in it, with a strange sense of satisfaction on her face.

A huge Tibetan Mastiff was lying on its feet, sticking out its tongue, looking at the old woman expectantly.

The old woman smiled bitterly, held a bone for it, and softly comforted it: "Eat, eat! It's rare to have such a rich lunch."

The Tibetan mastiff jumped on the bone cheerfully, put it aside, and gnawed happily.

Suddenly footsteps came from the door outside, the old woman paused without turning her head: "Don't come, honored guest, my old lady never regrets what she said, what happened in the past - let him go! The morals of the world It's changed, and I haven't..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the Tibetan mastiff beside him barking wildly, arching his body, as if he was about to attack.

"The world has indeed changed."

A low and hoarse male voice came from not far away.

The old woman was startled, and the iron spoon in her hand slammed into the pot with a bang, splashing the soup.

"You..." She turned her head and was shocked when she saw the person coming, and then turned into joy, "You are here... are you willing to come and see me..."

Fang Yan frowned, looked around, raised his hand slightly, and the people who followed retreated to both sides of the gate, and he was the only one who stepped in.

"What are you cooking?"

The garden space is not small. Next to the shade of the tree is a long flower corridor, surrounded by vines. It is extremely cool in summer. The man strode forward, walked to the cauldron, and glanced inside.

His gaze coldly swept over the barking Tibetan mastiff.

"It's...it's nothing," the old woman was visibly flustered, she quickly got up and went up to her, "I just boiled a little broth for the dog, it smells strong, don't stay here, sit in it, come... sit in it."

She looked up at Fang Yan, the scarf slid down a bit, revealing a mottled and terrifying face, "Are you feeling better?"

Fang Yan followed her into the hall and up the steps, step by step.

This place is both familiar and strange.

When I was young, I was small, and my biggest step could only take two steps. Now more than ten years have passed, and my biggest step... I can take four steps.

"Well," Fang Yan entered the hall, glanced around, and paused, "It's still the same as before, and it hasn't changed for so many years."

"I'm not used to living here," the old woman was a little flustered, and poured water for him, "Sit, you... sit, I heard people say that you have been in poor health these years, you..."

The man raised his eyes and glanced over, "You don't stay at home, you know a lot."

The old woman sat down beside her, wiped her hands, and sighed, "I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for my sister. I was the one who was chosen. If my sister didn't replace me, she would still be alive."

"I am guarding this place just to let her see that one day, those who harmed her will be punished!"

When she brought up the past, her tone became more gnashing of teeth, and the already terrifying face contained deep-seated hatred, which became even more distorted.

On Fang Yan's face, there was no fear. He lowered his head and glanced at the ground, and said in a calm tone, "I told you before, I'm not the person you think. Don't... be self-righteous."

The old woman paused and remained silent for a while, "Then you...the child with the crescent pendant last time is your significant other? I heard...he is from the Chu family."

"Chu Heng is my lover," the man frowned, his pupils shrank slightly, staring at her closely, and said word by word: "The first thing I came here today is to explain to you that no matter what the Chu family has done, It has nothing to do with Chu Heng, don't touch him, or don't blame me for being rude!"

The old woman sneered, a little disdainful at these words, "Father pays his debts, Xiaoyan, no matter what he is, he is a member of the Chu family, and sooner or later what the Chu family has done will have to be repaid. Do you think that even if I don't move him, others can Don't move him?"

"You don't have to worry about it," Fang Yan covered her lips and coughed a few times, "After all, you should also understand that if others touch him, I can deal with others, how about you?"

The old woman suddenly fell silent.

"What's more...it's unknown who killed my mother back then," the man curled his lips coldly, his voice was low but extremely pleasant, "Who passed the virus to my mother, who brought the medicine to me?" Let's go, what is it that delayed the best time for mother's treatment, is it her own choice, or is there something else hidden."

He had some palpitations, so he stopped, frowned, and continued after a while, "Rick came to you, right? You'd better not respond to him, after all... It's not clear whether it's an enemy or a friend." .”

The old woman did not deny it, but just sighed, "Xiao Yan, you are not in good health, so you shouldn't have to worry so much about the past... It is enough to have me here, and I should protect you of."

After a long delay, Fang Yan became a little impatient and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. The air here is not good, and there is a stale smell of dust, which makes him dizzy and nauseated.

"There is one more thing." The man bent his fingers slightly and pressed them on the table. The man squinted his eyes slightly, "Chu Mingkun has a problem here, does it have anything to do with you?"

The old woman stood up, turned her head and looked outside, "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean."

Her exposed face and arms have scars left by the fire. If you look closely, it is really scary. Therefore, she has wrapped her face with a turban all year round, and the gray hair is mixed with it to cover it up a little.

Fang Yan immediately understood.

"As far as I know, the family members of the deceased are people nearby. Relying on your prestige, it shouldn't be difficult to negotiate a settlement. I don't want to know how this happened, but now, he must solve it. If you don't want to, then I don't mind coming forward to deal with it."

The old woman was slightly startled: "You..."

I haven't seen him for so many years. It's surprising that this child's temperament is very different from before.

He also has someone he cares about and wants to protect with all his strength.

"Suffice it to say, do it yourself."

Fang Yan's expression was cold and stern, without any disturbance, he stood up after speaking and walked outside.

Due to years of suffering from illnesses, he was slender but very thin. The old woman turned her head to look, and saw that he was staggering, and he paused slightly when he crossed the threshold.

This child... this child used to be so healthy and sunny. When he smiled, he was warm and full of vitality, radiant, how could... how could he become like this one day?

Tired and old, lifeless.