Thinking of everything that had happened before, she originally thought that Fang Hui had taken her grandson there and that Fang Hui was using other means to force her son to marry her, but now it seemed that was not the case.
He didn't care about taking his grandson to read, and said hurriedly: "Xiao Bowen, let's go home first, and I will take you to read tomorrow."
After saying that, she hurriedly took Xiao Bowen home, who was confused.
The Xiao family is located in a luxurious courtyard house in the city center.
Xiao Guifang drove home. Except for a few nannies who were cleaning, there was no one at home.
The younger son hasn't come back yet.
She asked the nanny to take care of her grandson and asked, "How is the old man doing today?"
"Back to Madam, everything is still business as usual for the old man today."
Xiao Guifang responded, went upstairs and walked into the room.
On the bed, an old man with gray hair lay motionless.
On the bedside table next to her, there was a vase and a family photo.
Xiao Guifang picked up the group photo and looked at her deceased husband and son, her eyes filled with pain: "This is all retribution."
**
At the same time, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties led a young man to the alley with a gift in his hand and found the Zhou family.
Looking at the old houses in front of him, the young man complained: "Dad, why do you want your friend to come and visit in person? And isn't this Beilucun? There are still people living here?"
The man scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? There are too many people living here. Don't say this to your Uncle Zhou."
"Tch, I don't know. You still don't know."
"That was all ten years ago. It's been so many years. Don't make such nonsense to me."
The man was about to kick him.
The young man just shut up.
The man straightened his suit, walked up with a good Maotai wine and a fruit basket, and knocked on the door.
"Come on, come on."
A child's crisp voice sounded.
"Who is it?" The little boy stuck out his little head from the crack in the door.
He happened to face the boy who was bowing his head.
"Yeah, it's you, the big brother who lost to my brother on the train."
Chen Haoran: "..."
The man was surprised: "Haoran, have you seen him before?"
Chen Haoran was also dumbfounded. He had never thought that something like ape dung would fall on his head, and said, "Dad, is this the old friend's house you mentioned?"
"Aren't they outsiders?"
Father Chen said: "Yes, I just moved here."
"Didn't I tell you before? When I was serving as a soldier in other places, I met several good friends who had passed away."
Chen Haoran looked at him suspiciously: "Are you bragging? It's such a shame, why don't you try to persuade them to live here?"
"What's going on here?" Si Nian heard the knock on the door and walked out. Hearing this, he frowned.
"Mom, it's the eldest brother who lost to his older brother."
Chen Haoran said: "I had a home there ten years ago..."
Before he could say anything, he was kicked by Father Chen.
Chen Haoran staggered in and bumped into a giant dog.
"Ah——" He almost fainted.
"Dahuang." Si Nian called Dahuang's name to signal it not to move its mouth.
Only then did Dahuang retract his fangs.
Chen Haoran ran back sweating profusely and hid behind Si Nian: "Damn, sister, your family has such a big dog, it's scary to death."
Si Nian was confused: "What are you doing?"
She didn't think that she and this classmate were familiar enough to visit him at home.
Father Chen said first: "Brothers and sisters, my name is Chen Nan, and this is my son Haoran. I didn't expect that you have already met before, so I won't introduce you more. The more I heard, the more you moved here, you have been busy and have no time. I came to visit you. I just passed by today and had time to come and see you."
Si Nian was slightly surprised, nodded, and said to Zhou Yueshen, who was still busy in the house: "Zhou Yueshen, someone is looking for him."
Zhou Yueshen walked out.
He still held the installation tools in his hand.
Seeing the father and son, they were also slightly stunned.
"Old Chen?"
Chen Nan said: "I happened to be passing by here, thinking that you had moved here, so I came to visit. This is a little gift from me to you."
He handed the things to Si Nian: "Sister-in-law, this small gift is a gift for your further education. I have heard more about your situation over the phone. Congratulations."
Si Nian thanked him and said, "That's very welcome."
"Haha, you're welcome. People have seen the things delivered, so I won't interrupt your work."
Si Nian originally wanted to keep them for dinner, but who would have thought that the father and son would run so fast.
She originally wanted to ask what happened nearby.
Brother Zhou Yueshen would never lie to him, right?
It happened that at this time, Song Zhaodi came over with a basket and asked curiously: "Sister, did someone visit just now?"
Si Nian nodded and glanced at Song Zhaodi. He was less than thirty years old and dressed simply, but she hadn't seen anyone around her in the past few days.
Isn’t it a bit abnormal to have no children in your thirties?
She asked casually: "Sister-in-law, how many years have you lived here?"
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "It's been more than ten years. I got married when I was eighteen and will be thirty soon. Do you have anything to ask me?"
Si Nian nodded: "I just heard someone say that something terrible happened here, is that true?"
Song Zhaodi paused, then sighed: "This is not a secret. I have mentioned it to you before. It is the matter of Wang Ergou accidentally killing someone. But it is not here with us. It is far away. It is just spreading Mysterious. Mainly because of the woman's indiscretion, because she was a widow who couldn't bear the loneliness and seduced many men. Later, after she was accidentally killed by Wang Ergou, everyone said that she died well. But there were always people passing by her house who heard There was some news, and some weird things came out. You know, there is nothing superstitious these days, but it has been ten years, and I can hardly remember it. "
Si Nian nodded thoughtfully.
No wonder Chen Haoran’s tone just now.
Sure enough, no matter what era, some terrifying rumors will spread.
Especially in this old age, there are still some superstitions.
She now understands more and more why Zhou Yueshen's friend's house cannot be sold.
Si Nian sighed.
**
"What, dad, you introduced this house to my classmate? Why are you so wicked? Haven't you heard that there is a ghost over there?"
Chen Nan: "... Those are the rumors spread by some superstitious people. If you really tell the truth, there is no place in the capital where people have not died. During the war before, there were still people everywhere." They're all corpses. It's because of you people that my house can't be sold."
"Your Uncle Zhou wants a new one and one closer to the school. Only this place is more suitable. And you don't know who your Uncle Zhou is. Even if there is a ghost, you will be scared to death by him. He has killed more pigs than ghosts." More, he is afraid of the ball."
Chen Haoran curled his lips, "Forget it, you still have some conscience for not introducing the haunted house to others."
Chen Nan: "..."
