Chapter 93: Evil things happen again!

It's great to be at home, but it's hard to go out to eat.

Since moving out of Jiang Qin's house, it has been difficult for Fang Yan to eat delicious food. The food in the school cafeteria is indeed not very good, and the little money in Fang Yan's pocket can hardly support him to go to the restaurant in front of the school every day to improve it.

Life. What's more, he doesn't have the courage to spend all the money at once. He has to keep a certain amount of money to be ready to run away again at any time.

Therefore, even though he was a little afraid of Grandpa Lu Fan deep in his heart, he still liked to go to his house for a meal when he had nothing to do.

Lu Fan had a small appetite and was the first to put down his bowl and chopsticks.

He glanced at Fang Yan, who was enjoying his meal, and said, "Come to the study after dinner."

Fang Yan raised his head in confusion, and his grandfather had already left his seat and turned around to leave.

Grandma slapped her chopsticks on the table with a bang and said angrily: "You old man, why did you ask Fang Yan to come to your study again? I'm warning you, if you scold Fang Yan and run away, I and I will

You’re not done yet.”

Fang Yan quickly comforted his grandmother and said, "Grandma, don't be angry. Who said that my grandpa came to the study just to scold me? Maybe he was praising me."

"How can I know his temper? If he praised you, he would say it in front of me. Why would he drag you to the study?" Grandma knew very well about her husband's temper and said angrily.

"That's not possible. Grandpa has been urging me to read lately. He may have asked me to go to the study to check how I am doing with my reading."

"You are already a teacher, what else is there to take the exam for? My grandson is educated." In the eyes of grandma, her child is the embodiment of perfection, without any flaws.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​books. Grandpa didn't even dare to say that he had learned enough. What does this little ink in my stomach mean?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He quickly drank the bowl of millet porridge and put the plate on the plate.

He ate half of the steamed bun in two bites and said, "Grandma, I'll go upstairs and have a look."

"Go on. Be careful. If the old man scolds you, go downstairs to grandma." Grandma warned uneasily.

"Grandma, don't worry. Grandpa won't make things difficult for me." Fang Yan said with a smile.

When Fang Yan walked into the study, his grandfather was standing in front of the table writing.

He writes for two hours every day, one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. It is precisely because of his decades of hard practice that his handwriting has reached the pinnacle and has become a style of its own. The outside world calls it "iron bone calligraphy".

This means that his characters are as solid as every stroke, as if they were carved with an awl.

My grandfather seldom gave calligraphy to others, and very few calligraphy treasures were circulated to the outside world. However, each word could be sold for a sky-high price of hundreds of thousands to millions of words on the black market.

Grandpa is one of the few calligraphers in China who can calculate the price by the word. Even some of the top foreign figures still calculate the price by the foot. There is no way, the former prime minister has come to him personally to ask for calligraphy, and said, "I got a calligrapher."

What if the character "Iron Bone" can be used as a family heirloom?

Therefore, Du Qing, a gangster who received his grandfather's calligraphy, cherished it so much that he personally visited his home to give money for refining the pen to express his gratitude and the importance he attached to this matter.

"Elegance."

Written on the white rice paper were these two large, regular characters.

Grandpa's writing was very heavy, and at first glance, it looked like the ink had soaked through the thin rice paper and burned two big holes.

However, when you picked up the rice paper, you found that the two words were intact. The words were still words on the paper, and the paper was still complete paper.

The strokes are heavy and light. Grandpa's grasp of the intensity tends to be perfect.

Seeing his grandfather putting down his pen, Fang Yan quickly gave him a clean towel and praised loudly: "What a good calligraphy. It penetrates the back of the paper and makes people breathless."

"Are you out of breath?" Lu Huan did not answer Fang Yan's words. Even if Fang Yan deliberately made a hidden and stupid mistake when praising him, he pretended not to hear. "You are very popular in Suzaku."

Fang Yan chuckled and said, "Grandpa, what have you heard of?"

"You used your special skills to beat someone seriously and put him in the hospital. What do you think I heard?" Lu opened his eyes and glared at Fang Yan sternly, and said, "How did you agree to me in the first place?"

"I said I won't use force easily - Grandpa, you don't know what happened that day. If you knew, you would go up and beat up the Japanese man." Fang Yan explained.

Lu Fan stared at Fang Yan for a while, nodded, and said, "That's true."

"Uh------" Fang Yan felt that this old man was a little weird today. He was stubborn and determined that even nine cows couldn't get him back. When did he become so easy to talk to?

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Fang Yan asked cautiously.

"What can happen to me?" Lu Fan said with a straight face.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why am I angry?"

"I hit people-----"

"Chao Ge has already explained the cause of the matter to me. Otherwise, do you think I would be lenient?" Lu Fan said with a cold snort.

"Chao Ge? Principal Lu?" Fang Yan looked at Lu Fan thoughtfully and said, "Are you familiar with her?"

"Who do you think invited Chao Ge back?" A rare smile appeared on Lu Fan's face. Obviously, this was something that made him very proud.

"Did you invite Lu Chaoge back?"

"You brat, no matter how big or small. You have to call me Principal Lu -----" Lu Huan scolded.

"------" Fang Yan thought, Lu Chaoge is not much older than him, why can't he call her Lu Chaoge?

"There is a reason for what happened this time. I won't pursue it. But have you ever thought about it. Now that you are so famous and you have exposed your skills, don't the Ye family notice it? Your mother called me several times to ask, and your grandmother helped cover it up -

---Do they really not investigate such a big thing like you running away from home? Do you think they really don’t know that you are in Huacheng?”

Fang Yan's heart felt a little cold and he said, "I've also thought about it - knowing is one thing. But, I've already run away, so they don't have to come and drag me back, right?"

"I'm so disappointed, why are you being held hostage?" Lu Huan said.

"------"

"When will retribution happen? In what age are you still doing the same old thing of killing people? Fang Yan, I am very happy that you can come to Huacheng to see me this time. Since the martial arts road is blocked, then I am teaching and educating people.

Keep going on this road. As long as you can calm down, I believe you will also achieve extraordinary achievements."

"Grandpa, the teaching profession - after I achieved extraordinary achievements, what did I become?"

"Still a teacher."

"------"

After coming out of his grandfather's villa, Fang Yan felt a little depressed.

It was as if Ye Wenrou would suddenly jump out of the grass on the roadside, say, "Fang Yan, guess who I am," and then rush up and beat him up.

It wasn't just Ye Wenrou who made him nervous, the expectations of his family were also a heavy pressure.

He deserted his family and ran away. He must have been quite disappointed with his father who had high expectations, right? His grandpa, who was paralyzed in bed, must have been hit hard, right? And that old drunkard--he must have drank several mouthfuls of burning knives and cursed in his mouth.

'It's not enough to make a fool of yourself', right?

It’s not that Fang Yan doesn’t work hard. On the contrary, he works harder than everyone else.

The more he wants to prove himself, the less he can prove himself.

Ever since he realized the 'Tai Chi Realm', the Fang family has regarded it as the hope of revitalizing the family. However, in the past two years, the more anxious he became, the more the Tai Chi Realm stagnated. In the end, the original slowly rotating

My Tai Chi mind actually stopped moving.

Became stillborn.

Fang Yan was frightened.

He knew that once he fought with Ye Wenrou, the secrets of the Tai Chi Realm would be exposed. That woman not only had superb skills, but also had a brilliant vision.

So, he ran away.

Like a coward.

However, he is the descendant of Fang Tai Chi after all. He can escape for a while, but can he escape for the rest of his life?

Fang Yan thought about the incident in his grandfather's study where Tai Chi's heart suddenly reacted again.

At that time, my grandfather pointed directly at his true nature and said that he lacked a kind of spirit.

Everyone needs a spirit, and they also need to have their own pursuits. What are their own pursuits?

Deliberately pursuing improvement in martial arts has the opposite effect: not advancing but retreating.

Tao is natural. If it is not natural, how can we feel the infinite Tao?

At that moment, he had a feeling of enlightenment.

Fang Yan knew that he was right to escape this time. Because he might have found another way to say goodbye. Although the road was full of thorns and overgrown weeds, he didn't know where to stop - but he knew that there must be something in it.

There is a road.

"When I leave Suzaku, it will be the day when I will achieve great success." Fang Yan said to himself secretly.

There is no wind or moon, and the air is hot and dry.

Fang Yan was thinking about his thoughts while walking towards the small courtyard where he lived.

The courtyard where my grandfather lived was at the far east end, and the courtyard where Fang Yan lived, belonging to Lu Chaoge, was at the far west end. When passing by Yanggong Embankment, I heard a low shouting sound.

"Stop, you guys stop-----Zheng Guodong, you gangster------"

Zheng Guodong?

These three words were like the key to activate the password, and Fang Yan's mind suddenly came back.

He took a quick glance and immediately ran towards the bank of Quehe River.

What he saw in front of him made his eyes burst with tears and his anger boiled over.

Under the reflection of the pure river water, Fang Yan saw Zheng Guodong and Li Yangzheng blocking a girl on the left and right to prevent her from leaving, while the girl crossed her arms and resisted desperately.

The girls cursed loudly, but this could not dampen the enthusiasm of Zheng Guodong and Li Yang. The two were joking and entangled, but had no intention of letting go of the little sheep.

"Scum." Fang Yan cursed bitterly. He immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket.
Chapter completed!