It was very quiet in the courtyard of Su Mansion, even the crickets stopped chirping.
The room in the Su Mansion was very different from this environment. Su Wenyuan was talking with a young man about something with a smile.
The two seemed to be talking about something very happy, so they laughed heartily from time to time.
The young man said: "Dad, when will you take me out to play?"
Su Wenyuan smiled kindly and said: "When dad is finished with these things, I will take you hunting. I heard that no one has been to the hunting ground outside the city for a long time. There must be a lot of prey."
The young man hugged Su Wenyuan happily and kept laughing. Su Wenyuan also smiled and held the young man in his arms.
This is how things are in the world, some people are happy and others are sad. Su Fan was outside the window, and he could see everything inside clearly.
He originally wanted to go in and ask why he abandoned his mother and him. Was it for this glory and wealth?
However, seeing the happy scene now, Su Fan couldn't go, or maybe he didn't dare to go.
Su Fan tremblingly walked to the stone steps of the courtyard and sat down, took out the endless bottle of wine given by Taoist Liu, and drank it again.
There was a lot of pain in his heart that he wanted to vomit, but he had no place to vomit. Not only was he unable to avenge his mother, but he was chased by his enemies and hid everywhere.
Fan Ruoyu left without saying goodbye, and Su Fan couldn't find her despite searching for her countless times.
Seeing that his father, who he had believed in for many years, had now become someone else's father.
All of these things pressed on his mind almost at the same time. Su Fan thought at this moment that it might be more satisfying if he died.
The wine was still pouring, and the night wind was also very cold. The monk was not cold at all, but Su Fan was still shivering.
Suddenly, a heavy hand gently patted Su Fan's back shoulder, and Su Fan's heart sank.
The person coming was Su Wenyuan. Su Fan stood up and wanted to leave. Su Wenyuan hurriedly grabbed Su Fan's sleeve.
Su Fan suddenly turned around and glared at Su Wenyuan. If an ordinary mortal saw this look, he would be frightened, heartbroken, and die.
What kind of murderous aura was that, it was the evil aura accumulated by Su Fan after killing so many people.
However, Su Wenyuan still looked as normal. No matter how smart a father looks at his son, he can be tolerant.
Su Wenyuan forced out a smile and said: "General Su..., what do you want here?"
Su Fan smiled, sarcastically, and said, "I wonder how many wives Mr. Su has?"
Su Wenyuan looked downcast and replied: "I only have one wife and I am the princess of the dynasty. Isn't it a bit rude for the general to ask like this?"
Su Fan ignored it and continued to ask: "How many children does Mr. Su have?"
Su Wenyuan replied with cold eyes: "I only have one son, Nian Fan."
Su Fan unconsciously took two steps back and murmured: "Nianfan, Nianfan, a good Nianfan, a good one only has one wife, a good one only has one son."
Su Wenyuan was indifferent and didn't know what Su Fan meant.
Su Fan continued, "Master Su knows that my name is Su Fan. Is it so difficult that he doesn't have any idea?"
Su Wenyuan glanced at Su Fan sharply and whispered: "It's hard..."
Su Fan interrupted him and said: "You came up with this name, and you have forgotten it. You can forget me, but you can't forget the person in Longshi Village who has been waiting for you for many years."
Tears had already filled Su Fan's eyes. It had been a long time since he had experienced such pain, and it had been a long time since he had vented like this. Maybe he would only do this in front of his closest relatives.
Even though Su Wenyuan's majestic image in Su Fan's mind has been shattered, he is still Su Fan's father, and the blood connection cannot be changed after all.
Su Wenyuan could not speak, he did not shed tears, he just smiled. When the child was crying, the father could only smile, so as to give the child hope.
However, his smile was so sad, a bit like Mo Hanfeng's expression. All fathers in the world are like this.
They do not express themselves in words, but silently support their children.
Su Wenyuan suppressed the guilt in his heart and said, "Is your mother okay?"
Su Fan suddenly smiled too, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be dripping with blood.
He said coldly: "She is dead and you will never see her again."
Su Wenyuan was in a daze and almost fell down. He said tremblingly: "My child, can you stay here with me?"
Su Fan replied coldly: "No need."
Su Wenyuan said: "Whether you believe it or not, I am sincere to your mother and to you."
Su Fan laughed and said: "Sincerely? Really? Do you have anything new?"
Su Wenyuan said firmly: "Yes."
Su Fan turned around and left without looking back, leaving behind a sentence that made Su Wenyuan unable to stand up again.
He said: "If you are really serious, then show it to my mother and let me see it."
Su Wenyuan had already fallen to the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
If your child asked you for your heart, would you take it out and give it to him?
The tavern opened early in the morning, and Su Fan was the first customer.
He was still sitting in the corner drinking the wine he couldn't finish no matter how much he drank.
The waiter was naturally very happy. It was a rare sight in a century for a customer to drink his own wine and pay three times the price of the wine.
However, he met two guests today, and the second guest turned out to be Liu Daoshi.
Liu Daoshi was sitting opposite Su Fan. He just stared at Su Fan with a smile in his eyes.
Su Fan was shocked by the Taoist priest's strange expression. Taoist Liu didn't even bother to say a word before, let alone glance at Su Fan, but now he seemed to be very interested in Su Fan.
Su Fan couldn't help but said: "What does this mean, Taoist priest?"
Taoist Liu smiled and said, "Taoist is interested in you."
Su Fan was silent.
Liu Daoshi said again: "It's a pity, it's a pity."
Su Fan said in confusion: "What a pity."
Liu Daoshi lowered his head and said, "It's a pity that you were chosen by Wuming."
Su Fan looked helpless. He didn't want to joke with this strange Taoist priest. He still had many things to think about.
There were more and more people in the tavern, and the noise gradually became louder. Su Fan was still drinking. Maybe drinking is how men drink.
After a sound of horse hooves, the three of them walked into the tavern. The three of them were not drinking.
They walked straight towards Su Fan, and Su Fan immediately glanced at what the two men were carrying behind him.
Su Fan felt the blood in his body rolling, and waves of fainting sensations filled his body. What was that covering?
Su Fan had already stood up. He ducked in front of the man and lifted up the brocade cloth.
The object in front of him was revealed, Su Fan couldn't help but retreat, and the blood from his hips seemed to break through his heart and spurt out of his body.
Suddenly a feeling of warmth came, and Su Fan turned to look at Daoshi Liu with a grateful expression.
Liu Daoshi pointed a finger at the back of Su Fan's heart. He saw Su Fan turn his head and nodded.
Su Fan looked at the heart under the brocade cloth, a real heart, a human heart.
The man holding the heart looked cold and said: "This is Mr. Su's heart. He said he was sorry for General Su and must deliver this heart to General Su."
The person holding another plate slowly opened the brocade cloth and said: "Master Su has persuaded His Highness to establish a friendship with Luocheng. Here is the collegial document."
Daoshi Liu grabbed the document from the air and put it away naturally with his thoughts.
Afterwards, Liu Daoshi clasped his fists and pulled Su Fan out of the tavern.
The wind on the street corner was very strong. Su Fan had been blowing it for a long time, and Liu Daoshi was still drinking.
Suddenly Su Fan pinched it in his hand, and in an instant the person disappeared on the spot.
The surrounding area of Su Mansion has been hung with white cloth, and paper money is everywhere.
Su Fan walked heavily into the Su Mansion, and the mourning hall was already empty.
It was just an ordinary coffin, a coffin for an ordinary family.
Su Fan didn't understand that with his father's status, he was like this.
Su Fan originally thought that Su Wenyuan abandoned their mother and son because he was greedy for glory and wealth.
However, it seems now that Su Wenyuan's death was worse than that of an ordinary person.
No condolences from friends, no decent funeral.
Su Fan couldn't think about all this because he had already knelt down in front of the mourning hall.
Su Fan bowed down again and again, whether to worship his dead mother or his heartless father.
The coffin has not yet been completely covered, so someone is obviously still thinking about it, perhaps just waiting for Su Fan to take a last look at it.
Su Fan put the heart into the coffin with a move of his fingers. A dull sound was heard and the coffin was closed.
A sigh was heard, and Su Fan also stood up.
Liu Daoshi still looked at Su Fan and said calmly: "Let's go back."
Su Fan said: "Where are you going back to?"
Liu Daoshi said: "Back to Luo City, Wuming values you very much."
Su Fan said: "You understand him very well."
Liu Daoshi said: "I have known him for hundreds of years."
Su Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Unfortunately, I don't like storytelling."
Liu Daoshi also smiled and said, "Wu Ming is indeed a persistent person."
Su Fan said nothing, obviously acquiescing.
Liu Daoshi added: "He is the only friend I have in this life."
Su Fan's smile gradually sank because he thought of someone.
That person was also one of his friends, Xiao Lin, the friend who killed his master and cultivated immortality with him.
Now that many years have passed, Su Fan doesn't know his situation, and Su Fan feels a little regretful.
Liu Daoshi didn't smile either. He said, "I heard that Wuming has prepared a big gift for you. Aren't you curious?"
Su Fan said calmly: "What are you curious about? Curiosity killed the cat."
In fact, he was very curious, but he just didn't want to admit it.