It was the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month when Yi Anan returned home. The atmosphere of the New Year was already in the air in Yanjia Village. Several good neighbors gathered together, sitting on the kang, kneading steamed buns, steaming flower rolls, making big bone dumplings, etc. Children were also running around in the village.

Yi Anan and Tang A'ren walked all the way with a big bag and were very tired. This time, she earned another $50, and after deducting the $10 she gave to Aunt Chen, she still had $30 left. She bought more than ten kilograms of meat and rice. Fortunately, Tang A'ren helped her, otherwise she would have been exhausted.

When I got home, I thought I would see Zhan Nanhui, but the house was empty. Wangcai was the only one guarding the yard, with some cornmeal in his rice bowl. It looked like there had been no food in the house for a few days.

Yi Anan put down her things and took Wangcai for a walk, but couldn't find it, and she couldn't help feeling anxious.

During the Chinese New Year, where can Zhan Nanhui go?

Three days later, on New Year's Eve, Zhan Nanhui still did not show up.

On New Year's Eve, Yi Anan made dumplings alone. Looking at the dark night outside, she couldn't help but worry about Zhan Nanhui's safety.

Although Zhan Nanhui is no longer a reformed element, he had offended Yan Fugui before, and his identity is special. He was injured when he came back last time. Maybe he was on a dangerous mission. He didn't come back these few days. Is he in trouble?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy Yi Anan felt. She wrapped the dumplings and took them outside to freeze. She took Wangcai for a walk around the village, but there was no news. She looked at the dark back and walked back.

As soon as he entered, Wangcai's ears immediately stood up in alertness, and even the hair on his neck stood up.

Yi Anan looked at the dark head and felt a little scared. Just as she was about to turn around and go home, Wangcai beside her suddenly broke free from the rope and rushed over.

Wangcai let out a warning growl, and seemed to be biting something. By the time Yi Anan rushed over with a stick, Wangcai was already injured and lying on the ground whimpering. There was also a pile of things wrapped in an oil-paper bag on the ground.

Yi Anan turned on the flashlight, opened the oil paper bag and took a look. Inside was a stack of big unity bills, some US dollars and maps.

Yi Anan frowned. These things...

Just as she lowered her head to look through something, Wangcai, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted. At the same time, a black shadow rushed towards Yi Anan.

Yi An'an dodged quickly, and the light from the flashlight on her body flashed and shone on the man. The man had his face covered and was wearing a black hat. He was waving a dagger in his hand and rushed towards Yi An'an.

Just now, Wangcai was injured in the leg by that dagger!

Yi Anan stepped back instinctively, but the man, who was obviously a martial artist, stepped on Yi Anan's ankle.

Yi Anan couldn't help but scream in pain, and when she raised her eyes again, the silver light of the dagger was already in front of her.

At the moment when Yi Anan was about to be disfigured, a gun came flying from not far away. At the same time, the sound of a gun breaking through the air was heard. The black-clothed gun in front of him groaned, and the dagger in the gun tilted and narrowly scratched Yi Anan's face, then tilted to the side and fell to the ground.

Along with the dagger fell to the ground, there was also a small piece of meat.

Yi An'an was sitting on the ground, and before she could react, the figure behind her pounced on the man, and both of them rolled down the slope.

Yi Anan quickly picked up the dagger that fell at her feet, put it in her pocket, then shone the flashlight over there and saw Zhan Nanhui's face.

"Zhan Nanhui!" Yi Anan shouted and tried to get up, but her ankle was stepped on by that person and she was in so much pain that she couldn't move.

The two men were fighting in the distance. Yi Anan could only hear the noise but couldn't see who was who. She was very anxious. She finally got up and walked forward with a dagger in hand.

By the time Yi An'an rushed forward, the two men were already lying on the ground motionless.

Yi An'an became nervous, and she couldn't hold the flashlight in her hand steadily. She shone it over fearfully, and first saw the man in black lying there, and then saw the blood on Zhan Nanhui's body.

Yi Anan ran over quickly, her lips turned pale and tears streamed down her face. Could Zhan Nanhui be dead?

Yi Anan took a breath and calmed down for a while, then stretched out her fingers to try the man's breathing, and the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Yi Anan was so scared that she sat down on the ground, but her face showed surprise, "Are you okay? This blood..."

"It's that guy!" Zhan Nanhui said in a low voice, holding another dagger in his hand, and looked at the tears and snot on Yi Anan's face thoughtfully.

Yi Anan was shocked. Was Zhan Nanhui going to kill her?

Zhan Nanhui whispered, "놛 is not dead, but was knocked unconscious by 놖. The blood is from the cut on 놛's leg."

Yi Anan then let go.

Zhan Nanhui looked at the tears on the girl's face, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his finger and wiped them gently.

Yi Anan then realized how embarrassed she was and quickly wiped her face with her sleeve.

Resisting the warmth at his fingertips, Zhan Nanhui looked at the sky. It was already late at night, and his wife should be coming soon. Yi Anan couldn't be exposed.

"Help him up first, and then we can go home!" Zhan Nanhui said in a low voice.

“Then this…” Yi An’an kept looking at the unconscious man beside her. It was not that his leg was injured. What if he died from excessive bleeding? Wouldn’t Zhan Nanhui be the murderer?

"Don't worry about it!" Zhan Nanhui whispered, "This person should be a fugitive. He won't die from that injury. Report to the police tomorrow."

Yi Anan nodded and helped Zhan Nanhui up first. She thought of Wangcai again and asked Zhan Nanhui to wait while she went to pick up Wangcai, but her legs and feet were in great pain.

"Come on!" Zhan Nanhui was exhausted just now. He lay down for a while and had rested. He quickly stepped forward, hugged Wangcai in his arms, and glanced at Yi Anan again.

There were lights shining not far away, and the man came up. He quickly lowered his body and whispered, "Come up!"

Yi Anan was stunned for a moment: "No, aren't you also..."

"Stop talking nonsense, come up quickly!" Zhan Nanhui said in a deep voice.

Yi Anan had no choice but to climb up.

Zhan Nanhui carried Yi Anan on his back and Wangcai in his arms in front, and went downstairs quickly.

Zhan Nanhui had a strong physique. Although he was carrying heavy weights in front and behind him, he walked very quickly and steadily. In more than 20 minutes, he returned home.

"Don't come!" Zhan Nanhui instructed Yi An'an, then immediately turned around and left. When he left, he locked all the doors from the outside.

Yi Anan just sprained her ankle, luckily, but Wangcai's leg was bleeding, and the wound from the dagger was so deep that the bone was exposed.

Wangcai whimpered and lay in front of Yi Anan, looking very pitiful.

Yi Anan remembered the medicine that Zhan Nanhui took to treat his injuries. She rummaged through his belongings, found the medicine and bandages, and bandaged Wangcai.

After stopping Wangcai's bleeding, Yi Anan rubbed her ankle.

Late at night, there seemed to be gunshots coming from inside the house, and then firecrackers rang out in the village.

It’s twelve o’clock on New Year’s Eve, it’s time to celebrate the New Year!

Yi Anan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something that happened in her previous life.