[Well, I thought this scene should be when Guo Qianfan pulls her, and then she bumps into Guo Qianfan’s chest, with pink bubbles popping up around her.]

[Upstairs, what I thought was that she hit Qianfan’s mouth directly.]

[I’m laughing so hard, Tuanzi is the legendary love insulator? 】

Fan Tuan stretched his ankles, kicked open the glass bottle, and looked at Qianfan's face in the dim light not far away.

I don't see any reason why.

It has been more than ten years, so long ago. If it had been anyone else, Fan Tuan might have even forgotten his name.

But Duan Hui, she will never forget these two words.

"Go and sit at my house." Guo Qianfan smiled, rubbing his neck with one hand and pointing to the door not far away, "It's right here."

If Fan Tuan's home is old and shabby, Guo Qianfan's home is a dilapidated house in the urban and rural areas.

Although there has been no renovation here, basically every household has renovated their old houses and built a second or even a third floor. The only house in Guo Qianfan is a bungalow, which is small and dilapidated.

He turned on the light, and the old bulb flickered before it finally stabilized. The filament was still making a sizzling sound, and he didn't know when it would die.

The furniture is very simple, it can be called ancient tables and chairs, and cardboard boxes are used as bookcases. The bedroom door is open, and there is only room for a bed inside.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Guo Qianfan said, picking up the kettle to get the water.

"No need." Fan Tuan saw that there was no kitchen in the house and knew that the water connection place was probably in the yard, so he didn't want to bother.

However, Guo Qianfan looked at her seriously: "You have been drinking, I will make you a cup of sobering tea."

Fan Tuan didn't ask him why he had hangover tea at home. He had been working as a bartender for a year, so it was not surprising that he had these at home.

The strange thing is why he appears here.

Fan Tuan quietly watched Guo Qianfan busy, watching him shuttle around the house and yard, boiling water, tearing open the packaging bag of sobering tea, and then brewing a cup of steaming tea.

He placed the cup on the table in front of Fan Tuan and finally sat down. He still had the same smile on his face, but it was no longer the same as before.

I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect of Fan Tuan.

"Auntie..." Fan Tuan was silent for a long time before speaking, but he didn't know how to ask.

Guo Qianfan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while he smiled and said, "Let's go."

"She left shortly after Duan was released from prison."

Fan Tuan didn't know what to say, he just stared at the tea bag rising and falling in the steaming cup of water, and finally sank to the bottom of the cup.

Only now did she realize that the reason why she repeatedly interfered with Qianfan's business was not only because of the tasks issued by the system, but also because of his last name.

This surname is rare. There was a gentle and strong woman in her life who also had this surname. That's why she rushed to stand up when she saw Qianfan being bullied.

When Fan Tuan was young, he lived in a large courtyard. Everyone in the courtyard knew each other, and most of them worked together, so they acted like a family.

Auntie Guo and Duan Hui moved in when she first entered elementary school.

The woman was very beautiful, with long, silky hair that was slightly curly. She always liked to wear a floral skirt, with her belt tied into a bow on the side, outlining her slender waist.

She is very different from Fan Tuan's mother. They are two completely opposite women. She will talk to Fan Tuan in a gentle voice, will not pull her ears, and will secretly give her sweets.

So Fan Tuan liked Aunt Guo very much, and spent more time at Aunt Guo's house that year than at his own home.

"Xiaohui doesn't like to talk, can Tuanzi help Auntie take Xiaohui to play?" Auntie Guo always said to her softly.

She raised her head, patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'll take care of it!"

Duan Hui really didn't like to talk. He was not as tall as Fan Tuan at that time, and he was also thin and small. However, he still wore long sleeves and trousers in the summer, and his bangs were not cut even if they covered his eyes.

Fan Tuan didn't care. She preferred the sugar buns made by her aunt to playing with Duan Hui. She had promised her aunt just so that she could have sugar buns to eat.

Every time she came out of her aunt's house, she would hold a candy bun in one hand and gnaw it, and hold Duan Hui in the other, forcing him to be her little brother.

A single woman with a child would be criticized in that era. Although the people in the compound gave them the most thoughtful respect and understanding, rumors still spread.

They said that the aunt was a mistress and was driven away by her original wife, so she came here. They said that Duan Hui was an illegitimate child, and the little brats in the compound used these three words that they did not understand to humiliate him.

Then he was beaten to a pulp by Fan Tuan and ran away with his head in his hands.

"Don't worry, I promised auntie that I will protect you!" She put her hands on her hips, with the remains of the sugar bun still at the corner of her mouth, "I will always protect you!"

Duan Hui looked at her that day and was silent for a long time. It was not until the light of the setting sun shone on his face that he slowly stretched out his arms and rolled up his long sleeves.

"My mother is not a mistress." He calmly showed off the dense scars, "We came here to hide from that man."

His thin arms were covered with wounds, including cigarette butt burns, whip wounds, and scars of various shapes.

These scars seemed particularly heavy on the body of a child, leaving Fan Tuan standing there stupidly, unable to say a word.

"That man also said he would love me and my mother forever." He tilted his head and looked at Fan Tuan, "How far is your forever?"

…

After drinking the sobering tea, Fan Tuan stared at the empty cup and the tea bag inside, not knowing what to say.

Eleven years have passed, and she is no longer the same Fan Tuan as before. The memories of those crazy days in the compound, and the people who warmed her throughout her childhood, no longer exist.

"When did you recognize me?" Fan Tuan finally spoke.

After all these years, she couldn't see any trace of Duan Hui on Guo Qianfan. How could he recognize her?

"The first time I saw you." He pursed his lips, "You didn't change your name."

Fan Tuan raised his eyes, with a bit of doubt in his eyes: "Then why are you pretending not to know me? What else are you saying that you have no job and no money to eat? Are you acting here with me?"

Guo Qianfan was not ashamed. Instead, he stared directly into Fan Tuan's eyes: "Because you didn't recognize me."

For a moment, Fan Tuan seemed to hear the little boy with a gloomy face blinking his eyes that could almost be called indifferent and asking her: "How far is your eternity?"

She rubbed her hair irritably and decided to change the question: "Why do you work there? And adjust guns? What do you know?"

"Why did you come to this city? What on earth do you want to do?"

Guo Qianfan smiled, with a bit of self-deprecation, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "I thought you would ask me first how I have been over the years."

Before Fan Tuan could answer, he answered bluntly: "I work there because I am short of money. The salary of a part-time bartender is the same as that of a waiter in a Western restaurant. I need to pay rent and live."

"My master as a bartender is Wang Li. He taught me how to adjust the guns just to be lazy. I adjusted the guns in box 403. They didn't know it before."

"I came to this city because this is my mother's hometown. I just want to change my life, that's all."

It was the first time that he said so many words in front of Fan Tuan, and his tone was so lonely that Fan Tuan could not continue to ask questions.

Fan Tuan stared at his eyes, trying to see something in his eyes, but there was nothing.

There is nothing but endless depth and melancholy.

She stood up, took out two wads of bills from her suitcase, and placed them in front of Guo Qianfan: "Resign. I will give you money to live on. You have also seen that I have a lot of money."

"You resign tomorrow and move out. You can't afford to offend those people. The sooner you leave, the better."

"Do they know your true identity now? Forget it, I will buy you a plane ticket directly and you leave here."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone to search for the nearest flight, but was pressed down by a big hand with sharp bones.

The screen went off, and Guo Qianfan stared into her eyes and asked, "What about you?"

The temperature of Fan Tuan's held hand soared, and Guo Qianfan's palm was dry and warm, warming her cold hand due to nervousness.

She pulled her hand out unnaturally, without looking into his eyes: "Don't worry about me."
Chapter completed!