The next day, Sunday.

Before Yang Fan got up, he was woken up by the doorbell and banging on the door from time to time.

"Stop pressing, stop shooting, wait a moment." Yang Fan sat up from the bed, with no headache or swelling, and he was in good condition.

Compared with the big head, the other head is in better condition.

It is so majestic and high-spirited that it looks like it wants to cross mountains and ridges, and cross rivers.

"Open the door quickly. I asked Aunt Thirteen. You went to bed at 10:30 last night. It's already 8 o'clock now. If you have trouble sleeping for a while, get up!" Compared with the first two weeks when we first met, Liu Qianqian said:

Now I don’t dislike Yang Fan that much.

Anyway, she felt that her concern for him was sincere.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Yang Fan felt a little worried.

The combat status cannot be lifted. How can I go to see people or open the door?

After going to the bathroom and returning, Yang Fan opened the door.

Outside the door, Liu Qianqian stands tall and graceful, beautiful and moving.

Wearing boat socks and slippers, with her long hair tied back, she looks like a girl next door.

"Please stop ringing the doorbell. It wastes electricity. And don't bang on the door randomly. You're not afraid of hurting your hands. I'm afraid that the door will be damaged by you." Yang Fan opened the door.

"You have no reason to sleep in?" Liu Qianqian said dissatisfied, I mean well, okay?

Good intentions are like the liver and lungs of a donkey.

"If you don't sleep in on the weekend, what's the use of the weekend?" Yang Fan turned around and walked towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"I heard that many young people have died unexpectedly and suddenly. Aren't I worried that you will be alone in the field and no one will know for a few days on your death bed?" Liu Qianqian said in a low voice.

Yang Fan stiffened, what are these words?

Looking back at Liu Qianqian, he said gratefully: "Thank you."

"No, just cook for me tonight." Liu Qianqian followed Yang Fan in a daze.

Yang Fan stopped: "I'm brushing my teeth and washing my face, why are you following me? Are you Guoguo?"

Liu Qianqian was stunned: "It's just brushing your teeth and washing your face, nothing else."

"What else do you want to do?" Yang Fan asked.

Liu Qianqian thought for a moment, then blushed and said "poof".

gone.

Throughout the day, Yang Fan stayed with Liu Qianqian and took Guoguo to the children's playground.

Aunt Thirteen did not follow.

She said she was a little tired and couldn't play anymore.

rest at home.

Yang Fan and Liu Qianqian knew that she just wanted to give them space to rub the spark of love.

But Yang Fan was not willing to take Guoguo with him.

Liu Qianqian was even more happy.

If it didn't work out, she wouldn't want to play alone with Yang Fan.

When it was almost dinner time, Yang Fan and Liu Qianqian brought Guoguo back.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Golden Retriever and Gungun hiding in their nest and shivering.

Seeing him, Erbao seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and ran towards him whimpering.

"What happened to the Great Sage and Gungun?" Yang Fan asked Aunt Thirteen in confusion.

"It's nothing. I went out to buy some dog meat in the afternoon and will cook it when you come back." Aunt Thirteen was still remembering last night's grudge.

Yang Fan looked sympathetically at the Great Sage and Gungun who were seeking his protection: "It's okay, as long as you don't make the same mistakes as last night, Aunt Thirteen won't stew you."

The Great Sage and Gungun looked at each other with fear in their eyes and nodded repeatedly.

Sanbao was carefree, lying on the dining table and standing on a chair, looking around. There was a bag of dog meat on it.

The half-cooked meat is very fragrant and delicious.

"Want to eat?" Aunt Thirteen opened the bag and asked Sambo.

Sanbao couldn't speak or nod. He just stretched his neck longer and expressed his meaning very clearly.

Want to eat!

Dasheng and Gungun got under Yang Fan's legs, trembling all over and not daring to look over at the dining table.

"You heartless person, I didn't see any cat meat today, otherwise I would have bought a few kilograms of it." Aunt Thirteen said fiercely to Sanbao.

With a "swish" sound, Sanbao ran away as if flying.

After hiding on the balcony, it quietly poked its head out and peeked into the back room.

"Can dog meat enrich...can it beautify and moisturize the skin?" Liu Qianqian asked curiously.

Not to mention, during this period, Liu Qianqian found herself even more dangerous.

Even my sister, who had not eaten a few meals cooked by Yang Fan, found that she had gained weight where she should have gained weight.

After hearing Liu Qianqian's words, the Great Sage and Gungun became even more frightened.

"You are so beautiful and your skin is so good, what else do you want? Give those girls with bad looks, figure and skin some way to survive." After returning Guoguo, Yang Fan went back to his room.

The Great Sage and Gungun followed him closely.

Liu Qianqian touched her face, feeling a little proud.

This is self-confidence, not narcissism, she reminded herself secretly.

Aunt Thirteen looked at Yang Fan's back with relief. This child could talk so long ago...

Well, it's better to know it now, otherwise it will be the niece's loss.

Maybe he and Guoguo won't be able to touch him either.

While cooking, at the door of the kitchen, Dasheng and Gungun, who had been told not to enter the kitchen, looked at him pitifully. Then looking at the bag of half-cooked dog meat, Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen unbearably: "I want it."

No, this meat won’t be stewed?”

"Don't stew?" Aunt Thirteen asked, "Why don't you buy it for free? Okay, let's feed it to the dogs. Feed them both."

Dasheng and Gungun ran away immediately.

In the evening, before going to bed, Guoguo asked Yang Fan to tell a story.

In Aunt Thirteen's bedroom.

Yang Fan moved a chair and sat in front of the bed, under the curtains.

After Guoguo lay down, Thirteenth Aunt also came up, covered her with a quilt, and leaned her upper body against the head of the bed.

"Tonight, let's tell the story of Po Meng when she was young." Yang Fan asked Guoguo for her wishes.

"Yeah." Guoguo nodded obediently. She doesn't pick stories very much.

Last time Yang Fan said that there is a bridge on the Wangchuan River called "Naihe Bridge".

This name expresses a person's unwillingness and helplessness after death.

The undead are here, looking back to the human world for the last time and bidding farewell to the memories of their lives.

For the deceased, the painful life must of course be forgotten as soon as possible.

However, those happy memories make people crave endlessly and find it difficult to let go.

On the Naihe Bridge, there was a white-haired old woman named Meng Po.

She is responsible for distributing the forget-the-world soup prepared by herself to the souls of the dead.

Wangshi Decoction uses eight kinds of tears as medicine, including Meng Po's own sad tears, and then filters out the bitterness and retains the sweet taste.

The preparation time of Mengpo soup is extremely long, which is equivalent to a human life. It takes about seventy or eighty years to cook a pot of unparalleled soup.

As long as you drink Po Meng's soup of forgetting the world, no matter how deep the pain, entangled love and hate, or indestructible obsession, it will disappear at that moment.

Guo Guo once curiously asked him why those souls who were preparing to be reincarnated must take this potion to forget their past lives?

Yang Fan said that the human soul has been reincarnated countless times. If the memory is not cleared, the memories of each reincarnation will be superimposed on each other, leading to severe personality conflicts and great confusion to the soul and body, making it impossible for people to invest in new life with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!