Chapter 9-6

Huo Huanhuoliao returned home and helped Si Teng into the bedroom to rest. The next moment, he was at a loss and had no idea what to do.

If she is an ordinary person, he would let her drink water, cover her blankets, buy emergency medicine, and search for homemade methods online. At worst, she would be sent to the hospital. But she is a monster. Except for the recent problems with Shen Yindeng's demonic power, she is always afraid of the cold from time to time, Qin Fang knew nothing about everything else.

He turned everything out of it, silk quilt, goose quilt, air conditioning blanket, coral velvet cover, woolen coat, and when Si Teng covered the third layer, she finally opened her eyes. Qin Fang thought she had recovered warmly, but she said unhappily: "It's almost crushed to death."

It turned out that it was too much. Qin Fang clumsily lifted the quilt down again. He usually lived at home, and there was an aunt cleaning the room at a designated location. He never did this. The quilt he removed was full in his arms, like a hill. Si Teng closed his eyes again, and his chest did not fluctuate. Qin Fang held the quilt nervously and held his breath, as if he was afraid that he would take her breath away.

I don’t know how long it took, but Si Teng closed his eyes and said, “If you don’t leave yet, how can I sleep?”

It turned out that she was sleeping but she was not breathing. Qin Fang felt relieved, but hesitated and asked her carefully: "Si Teng, you won't die, are you?"

What is this called?

Si Teng looked up at him.

He was so nervous that he was still holding the quilt and his head was surrounded by the quilt. He was actually a little clumsy and cute. Si Teng was so funny that he was amused and moved. He didn't feel much softer. He said to him: "Why are you panic?"

He also said: "The stomach is too small and I'm overeating."

Qin Fang understood, what she meant was that she couldn't stand Shen Yindeng's demonic power - but for Si Teng, it was not the first time that the demonic power was melted.

"Didn't you ever melt other monsters before? At that time, would there be such...side effects?"

Si Teng's voice was very soft and he was vague: "There was no problem at that time...the problem was myself. Maybe my body could not bear it now... I had known it, I should do the fifth thing first, but, just like that, I probably... I'll sleep for two days. If it doesn't work then, I'll try other ways..."

She was very tired, her eyelashes slowly closed. Qin Fang stopped arguing at her. She went out quietly, pulled all the curtains, locked the door and hung the chain.

The sun was blocked out, and the room was dark. The darkness was warm and safely just right. The surroundings were very quiet. It seemed that a needle would make a sound when it fell to the ground. Qin Fang held a large stack of photo albums and books and sat on the sofa, gently twisting the reading lamp beside the sofa.

The sofa was facing the empty door of the bedroom. From his position, you could see the sleeping Si Teng.

Si Teng said that he would have to sleep for two days.

The door is closed, and the inside and outside are isolated. A light is like a bean. The place is covered by dark yellow lights. It suddenly becomes a small paradise for peach blossoms. It is also very good to have two days of leisure in life. It can sort out many things that have been disturbed by the past and think clearly about the many people coming and going around you.

He opened the old album.

The first page, the first one, is the old house in my hometown, with a large family, and the blue brick wall is carved with the silkworms of the ancestral silkworms. It seems to show the outside world that this is a small town in Jiangnan that is engaged in raising mulberry trees and raising silkworms.

Yan Furui, who was exhausted, took a three-wheeled electric vehicle all the way. It was said that this place was about to be developed, and construction was carried out near the town, but many projects were suspended indefinitely after a foundation was established. Green gauze net surrounded the construction site and spread soil and dust. When Yan Furui got off the bus, his face and head were covered with yellow, as if the fire had just passed through a sandstorm.

He spitted dust in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at the quiet town: This is what Miss Si Teng said, Qin Fang’s hometown?

Compared to what undercover agents and what information to pass on, this matter is indeed much lighter. Miss Si Teng’s instructions are simple: “You go to Qin Fang’s hometown and ask the locals, especially those who are older, about the matters of the older generation of Qin Fang’s family. The earlier the better. It is best to provide a general time of occurrence, no matter how small it is. Even if you raise a chicken or slaughter a dog, you can write it down one by one.”

He also showed him the photos of Qin Fang's old house. He pointed to the photos and confirmed repeatedly: "It's this one, right?"

Afraid of not being able to admit his mistakes, he took out his cell phone and took a photo at the photo. His cell phone was too old, and the 300,000 pixel camera was far behind the times. He forced Qin Fang's old house with nostalgic style into a vaguely senile ghost house.

It is not difficult to find Qin Fang's family. It is outstanding and has a wealthy family with outstanding high doors. Even the courtyard wall is taller than the surrounding area. On the black double-open door leaf, a chain locks the two hideous beasts with wide eyes.

Yan Furui looked inward with his head against the crack of the door: It was a large yard full of weeds, and a few wild cats were scrambling in the grass and didn't know what to do. When he heard the sound of the door, he was so shocked that he meowed. The one who was on the wall and the one who was on the wall entered the room. Another one was probably confused and rushed straight towards the crack of Yan Furui's door. Yan Furui was so scared that he staggered and sat on the ground, and then slapped his butt and got up angrily after a while.

What did Miss Si Teng tell him about?

Oh, yes, inquire about the affairs of the older generation of Qin Fang’s family.

There are few people in the town, similar to the "left-behind village" mentioned in social news. Most of the young people have already settled their homes in the city. Most of the remaining families are for future expansion and development. Yan Furui has been circling around for two days and has heard only limited information.

——Qin family?

I don't know, I moved out long ago.

——Qin Fang?

Who is Qin Fang?

Never heard of it.

——The older generation of the Qin family?

If you have money, don’t you see if their houses are built larger than others?

--when?

Before liberation?

I know what happened before liberation, and I was born after liberation.

I finally found out something related: a few days ago, a middle-aged woman with a bearded man came to inquire, but people said that she was a distant relative of the Qin family, and she came to inquire where the younger generation of the Qin family moved.

It was clearly in the opposite direction. What he wanted to inquire was the "older generation" and the younger generation, so that was Qin Fang.

However, other gains are full. For example, the land behind the town will be used to build a resort to create a food, drink and play place for urban suburbs. The land price will increase by more than ten times in the future. For example, the grandson of Qi was admitted to an American university and received a full scholarship; For example, the most dilapidated family in the east end, the old lady has been paralyzed for decades. I heard that she went to steal vegetables from other people's fields when she was young, but when she was chased, she fell into a ditch...

Yan Furui was dejected and felt that it was better to be an undercover agent than to be a fulfilling person.

The next evening, he was struggling in the town again. When he turned to the east, several people surrounded the broken house. Accompanied by crying and cried, it was rare to see more than two people appearing in the town at the same time. Yan Furui curiously came over to look.

An old lady with an old blue cloth cotton jacket lay on her threshold and cried, crying for a while, and cursing for a while, such as a little beast with no descendants, and a bastard who was reincarnated as a pigpen. The words were so rich and tricky that Yan Furui was amazed. A few decades ago, this old lady must have been the leader of the streets of scolding.

After listening to it, I got a general understanding. The old lady's grandson didn't learn well and lost gambling outside. When she came back, she snatched the coffin book she hid under the pillow. She held it tightly. The little beast dragged her with her cloth bag and dragged her from the edge of the bed to the door, two or three meters away.

It can be seen that the few people who came over Wenfeng didn't like this old lady very much, and they persuaded her indifferently. After all, her grandson, Suri, still relied on him to serve tea and pee. While speaking, she carried the old lady to the bed. The room was broken and small, only enough to set up the bed and table, and there was nothing to guard. The wooden door was just a decoration. Yan Furui saw that the old lady was "old", and then she started to inquire. Some people standing there saw that he didn't leave, and they were kind enough to wink, and then reminded him in a low voice: This old lady is not a good man, and she fanned the flames and spread rumors and made trouble, and everyone annoyed her.

The task is more than anything else. Yan Furui shook for a while, but decided to try his luck.

Besides, the old lady was yelling, scolding and crying, which happened every few days. She thought everyone had left, and she lay on the bed and hummed and cursed. Her son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and daughter-in-law were all caught. Anyway, she was paralyzed in the bed for a long time and was bored. She almost said it was so sarcastic that she was tired of scolding. She suddenly saw Yan Furui standing at the door, and she suddenly felt a sharp thorn like a hedgehog: "You thief, you steal something!"

Yan Furui said, no, old man, I want to ask you about someone, Qin Fang...

"What are you going to let Qin go? You are a foreigner, steal something!"

The local dialect she spoke was sharp and harsh, and Yan Furui was extremely laborious to hear, but she still explained patiently: "It's the Qin family, the largest house in the house, and it's your big family..."

The old lady understood, but somehow the word "big family" hurt her again, and she shouted like a person: "What big family! What big family is their family? They are still holding the thighs of Shanghai people! If you owe money from a town, why should you pay them back! Our family is also rich!"

Yan Furui was confused when he heard this: "Does Qin Fang's family owe you money?"

The old lady ignored him and stared at the paper roof and scolded her teeth. What, the Shanghai Textile Factory, which was killed thousands of knives, owed their family a lot of money, and then closed down, without any compensation. The Qin man hugged the thighs of the Shanghai people and must have been unclean to the representative of the textile factory, Miss Bai, or why did she only settle the accounts with their family? If she had settled the accounts with her family at that time, she was also a lady from a rich family and would have gone to the city to marry a rich man. How could she have fallen to this point and let a little beast rob the coffin book...

As he talked, he whined and cried again, and was so sad that he was heartbroken.

Yan Furui had no choice but to retreat and help her close the door. The wooden door opened and the storefront was full of shoe prints. I wonder how many times the "beast" grandson in her mouth had been kicked.

However, there is no gain at all. Compared to the chores of raising chickens and slaughtering dogs, this Miss Bai has a lot of stuff to dig in.
Chapter completed!