C203 Yesterday Today Tomorrow

Staring at his wife's portrait, Fan Wenbin's imagination ran wild. In front of him was Duan Xiangmei's voice and smile, as if his wife was still alive. She was in the house, doing housework and playing a very intimate joke with him. It was not until there was a heavy knock on the door that he woke up from his fantasy.

Seeing his parents walk in with a worried face, Fan Wenbin could not hold it in anymore. He actually started to bawl like a child, and the more he cried, the more heartbroken he became. It caused his mother, Wang Fang, to involuntarily cry. For a moment, the mother and son's sorrowful cries filled the entire house and drifted down the corridor.

Fan Youmin only cared about smoking coldly and did not say a word of advice. He knew very well that at this moment, only by crying loudly could he vent the pain in his son's heart. Only then could he relieve the heaviness in his son's heart and also let his son pull himself together again.

Just like this, after Fan Wenbin and his son cried for a while, they gradually stopped crying, and the room gradually calmed down. However, that very oppressive and oppressive atmosphere did not dissipate completely. It still tightly enveloped the hearts of the three people.

"Mom, where's the ceremony?" Seeing that his youngest son did not come with his parents, Fan Wenbin could not help but ask. His wife passed away, and his eldest son, Fan Xuehua, also graduated from university and became independent. Only his youngest son was only eight years old this year. He was still a third-year primary school student, which made his heart ache.

Wang Fang wiped away her tears and stared intently at her son, whose face was old and untrimmed. She sobbed and said that through her sixth uncle, Fan Youcai, Fan Xueli was sent to the Fan family's primary school to study. Fan Youcai personally agreed to let Fan Wenbin rest assured that he and his wife would take good care of Fan Xueli.

Fan Wenbin was also very touched by the words of his sixth uncle. Fan Youcai was his sixth uncle, and he had been a primary school teacher for his entire life. Now, he was still the principal of the Fan family's primary school, and he was very honest. Of course, he was also a little stubborn and pedantic. They would definitely take good care of the youngest son in the hands of Sixth Uncle and Sixth Aunt.

Seeing her son nod in satisfaction, Wang Fang also felt relieved. That night, Fan Wenbin finished drinking from Hu Si's house and returned home drunk. He fell asleep until midnight, then hurriedly said in the courtyard, "Mom, I have something to do and I'm going back to the city. "

When she put on her clothes and ran out of the yard door slowly, Her son had already driven away. In the night, there was only the sound of a nervous car. It clearly and clearly echoed in the night sky of the village. Looking in the direction where her son had left, Wang Fang could not help but complain to herself. "If there's anything urgent, why must I return to the city in the middle of the night? You can't wait until dawn?

Fan Youmin also walked out of the door. Facing the biting cold of the winter night, the old couple stood in the dark, stretching their necks and staring in the direction of their son's departure. A trace of worry could not help but rise in their hearts. Their son hurriedly drove back to the city in the middle of the night. He did not know if he had woken up from the alcohol. He did not want any accidents to happen on the way.

However, they didn't expect that his son would be safe and sound, but his daughter-in-law, Duan Xiangmei, would be in big trouble. When the sun had just risen the next day, Ning Peng drove Fan Xueci into the Fan family's courtyard. The old couple was stunned and did not understand what it meant.

Ning Peng explained with a smile. Director Fan had important matters to attend to these few days. He had to go to Shenzhen. Teacher Duan also had to attend a lecture in Lanzhou. Fan Xuechua and Zhang Ling were also very busy at Vanguard. No one took care of Fan Xueci, so they could only send him back to his hometown and let his grandparents take care of him for a few days.

After hearing Ning Peng's words, the hearts of the old couple finally relaxed. Wang Fang held Fan Xueli tightly with both hands, looking very loving and happy. She smiled and said repeatedly, "Xueli, my child, you can stay at grandma's house for a few more days. Stay with grandma and grandpa more. " Then she said, "Grandma will make delicious food for you. "

Even though Fan Youmin's heart had returned to his stomach, he immediately had a trace of doubt. Fan Wenbin and his wife were going to a faraway place. One was going to Shenzhen, and the other was also going to Lan Province. This was something that had never happened before, wasn't it too much of a coincidence?

When he thought about last night, when Fan Wenbin was drunk and slept in the middle of the night, he inexplicably drove back to the city in a hurry. He believed in his own judgment more and more. Behind the matter of sending Fan Xueci back to his hometown, there must be something more important that was not easy to say.

Therefore, with such a strong doubt and worry, After Ning Peng left, when Wang Fang led Fan Xueci to the cooked food restaurant opened by Li Man Rong's wife at the village entrance, he hurriedly called his son to ask what had happened.

However, on the phone, Fan Wenbin only said in a very calm tone, "Dad, What Ning Peng said was the truth. Xiangmei and I have to go far away, and no one will take care of the ceremony. I'll send him back to the Fan household first. You and my mother will take care of him for a few days. When we come back, We'll go to the Fan household to receive the school gift. " As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fan Youmin calmed down a little when he saw his son speak like this. However, the doubts in his heart that were inexplicably plaguing him did not disappear completely. On the contrary, they were sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. They lingered in his heart and did not dissipate for a long time.

It was not until noon when his second daughter, Fan Wenchun, called from the city and told him the truth of the matter that Fan Youmin understood. Squatting at the door, he could not help but secretly sigh. His guess was right. Something big had indeed happened. At this moment, under Fan Xueli's pestering, Wang Fang stepped on Qing Hui and led her grandson to play in the riverbank.

In the past, even though Fan Xueli often followed his parents back to the Fan family's old home, But after all, he came and went in a hurry. The children from the city and everything in the countryside. . . They were all very curious, especially the naughty and mischievous children from the city who didn't like to study, like Fan Xueli. They even felt that the countryside was vast and free. It was an ideal place where one could run around freely with one's personality.

After figuring out the truth, Fan Youmin quickly called his son. As soon as the call connected, he asked him why he didn't tell him the truth. On the other side of the phone, Fan Wenbin saw that his father already knew the situation, and also knew that it was his younger sister, Fan Wenchun, who said it, so he did not want to hide it anymore, and told him the entire story in detail.

Finally, Fan Wenbin sobbed and reminded, "Dad, it's fine for you to know the matter by yourself first. Don't tell my mom again, and don't let Xue Li know. I'm afraid that they won't be able to bear it, and something will happen. " Seeing that his father agreed, he hung up the phone.

Because he had agreed to his son's request, Fan Youmin suppressed this matter deep in his heart. In front of Wang Fang and Fan Xueli, he tried his best to act like he was living a quick life. He would bring his grandson around the riverbank all day long. In order to let his grandson have fun, he even specially made a slingshot for Fan Xueli to take and play with sparrows.

In one sentence, in order to not let his grandson know the news of his mother's unfortunate death, Fan Youmin put in a lot of effort and tried to make his grandson happy. However, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it, he still inadvertently revealed some clues, allowing Wang Fang to keenly catch on.

Thus, on the night two days later, After Fan Xueli fell asleep, Fan Youmin called his wife to the yard. Standing in the dark of the night, about Duan Xiangmei's unfortunate death. . . After he finished explaining everything, he then. . . He looked up at the sky and heaved a long sigh. "What can happen to a person's life? The heavens have already decided.

"What should we do? What should we do? What a pity, Bin Bin. " In the darkness, Wang Fang sat down on the floor after listening to her husband's story. She cried out her eldest son's name," My poor Bin Bin, how did this happen? How are we going to live in the future?

Fan Youmin couldn't help but shiver at the sight of the stars and the cold wind blowing at him. Ignoring his wife's cries, he recalled a story his father, Fan Zhengkun, had told him about the ancestor of the Fan clan. It was a legendary story. After he finished speaking, his father also said the same thing.

Fan Jinggeng's sudden death caused the already trembling Fan family to fall into a very deep panic and terror. Especially after sunset, when night fell, this panic and terror was like an invisible hand that tightly gripped everyone's heart, causing every Fan family's descendant to be afraid and unable to sleep at night.

Fortunately, under Fan Tiangeng's insistence, Fan Yongchang, Fan Jiugeng's eldest son, a young man in his early twenties, stood out without hesitation and united his clansmen who were on the verge of collapse, preventing the collapse of the Fan Clan and the escape.

However, many years later. . . Just as the Fan Family rose to prominence once again, Fan Chenghan, who had almost dragged the entire family into the abyss of death, On a dark night without moonlight, just like tonight. . . He suddenly led a group of armed men back to the Fan household, and. . . The moment he came back, he had a very intense conflict with Fan Yongchang.

According to the Fan family's seniority, Fan Yongchang was Fan Chenghan's uncle. He was also the one who had brought the Fan family back from the brink of collapse. In the family, after many years of hard work and accumulation, he had already established the absolute authority to keep his word. Not a single descendant of the Fan family dared to disobey his words.

However, the young man who thought he had seen the world, Fan Chenghan, dared to barge into the palace at night and assassinate the Emperor Jiaqing. Although he failed, his courage was greater than before. He was not afraid of anything. He did not put this old and cautious uncle in his eyes at all.

After the assassination of the Emperor failed, Fan Chenghan, relying on his innate intelligence, took advantage of the chaos of the night and escaped the palace. He found the leader of the Church of Heaven's Principle and was sent by him. He specially brought people to his hometown to recruit troops and horses. He wanted to openly and openly fight with the government with real weapons.

After a period of cold observation, Fan Yongchang finally saw it clearly. This guy who had almost dragged the entire Fan Family into the abyss of death. He was not a good person at all. If Fan Chenghan continued to do whatever he wanted, the Fan Family, which had just recovered its vitality, would. . . It was very likely that because of Fan Chenghan, they would once again be on the verge of being wiped out.

Therefore, on a night after dinner, Fan Yongchang gathered all the adult men of the Fan Family. In the ancestral hall, in front of the portraits and memorial tablets of his ancestors, he held a meeting and solemnly announced that when the sun rose tomorrow, he would give the power to manage the affairs of the entire family to the young and promising Fan Chenghan. He was willing to retreat behind the scenes and not ask anything about the family.

This sudden decision was like a bolt out of the blue, shocking all the members of the clan, except Fan Chenghan, to the point of being dumbfounded. They looked eagerly at the old and frail leader, Fan Yongchang, and did not know what to say.

For many years, Fan Yongchang had relied on his own character and self-discipline, as well as his principles of being fair and just, and his way of doing things for the interests of the family. He had already affected all the members of the family and became the supreme leader of the Fan family.

Faced with everyone's puzzled and surprised eyes, as well as Fan Chenghan's cheerful and excited expression, Fan Yongchang only nodded. He calmly and calmly walked out of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, taking the usual eight steps. He looked very relaxed and comfortable, as if he had just finished a puddle of sh * t.

However, the next day. . . When the sun rose, the crowd gathered in front of the ancestral hall once again. They saw a bloody head hanging high above the door. Fan Yongchang stood on the stone steps with an unusually solemn expression. Like a general, he announced in a very imposing manner: Anyone who dared to do anything to harm the interests of the Fan Family would end up like this.

After saying this, he raised his right hand and pointed at the bloody head. With a sneer on his face, he said loudly, This is Fan Chenghan's head, and also the fate of the scum of the clan. If he didn't kill this scum, perhaps, the heads of all the members of the Fan family would be hung here in a few days.

Seeing this scene, the crowd finally came to a realization, and they couldn't help but sigh in admiration in their hearts. Last night, Fan Yongchang stood in front of the memorial tablet of the Fan Clan's ancestor and solemnly said those words to give up his position to Fan Chenghan. It was just a carefully planned scheme that could be described with eight words.

After deeply attracting Fan Chenghan to relax his vigilance, in the middle of the night, Fan Yongchang rushed into Fan Chenghan's stronghold with his family members who were loyal to him. In a dense forest by the Yellow River, he took advantage of the time when the other party was drinking and celebrating to kill everyone, including Fan Chenghan, unexpectedly.

He threw the corpses of the rebels who were preparing to fight with the government into the Yellow River to feed the fishes, leaving Fan Chenghan's head hanging on the door of the Fan family's ancestral hall. When the sun came out tomorrow, he would let all the disciples of the Fan family visit. Fan Chenghan's head was personally cut off by Fan Yongchang with that ancestral swift knife.

Fan Youmin clearly remembered that after his father Fan Zhengkun finished telling this legendary story, he also sighed to the sky. At the same time, he also said the same thing. Furthermore, the tone of his voice was exactly the same as his earlier words.