But Yan Jiang is not afraid of ghosts. The scariest ghost he has ever seen is his grandmother. Over the years, he often dreams of his grandmother turning into a fierce ghost. Yan Jiang is no longer afraid of other ghosts.
He said: "The psychiatrist told me that there are no ghosts in this world, and that the things I saw of my grandmother were just horrifying images in my memory."
"Oh..."
Song Fei opened the safflower oil and slapped it on Yan Jiang's butt.
Massage was necessary to fully unleash the effects of the medicine, and Song Fei used too much force, causing Yan Jiang to scream in pain. Song Ci and Han Zhan, who were downstairs, heard Yan Jiang's screams and felt their scalps tingle.
At this time, the aunt next door came and knocked on the door, asking Song Ci to help her grandson with his homework.
"My son and his wife are still working in the city and won't be back until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. My grandson lives here alone. He was doing his math test today and found that he couldn't answer two questions. His grandfather and I are both rough people, so how could we do math problems? Thinking that you're back, Song Ci, I wanted to ask you to come over and help him with his homework."
The aunt next door is very enthusiastic. When Song Ci just came back yesterday, she took the initiative to send sausages and bacon over.
Song Ci had nothing to do, so he agreed to what the aunt said.
"Brother Han, are you going?"
Han Zhan didn't like visiting strangers' homes, and he even less liked helping strange children with their homework. He said, "I'll take you there."
"Okay then."
Han Zhan sent Song Ci to the neighbor's house and met the other's grandson. He said hello to the child and came back. He gave the child a New Year's red envelope in advance and went home.
He walked home on the thick snow, his feet making a crunching sound. When he reached a pine tree, Han Zhan suddenly stopped and squinted at the girl in the middle of the road ahead.
The knitted hat pressed down Song Fei's short hair, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with a cold light. She looked at Han Zhan with an extremely cold expression. Seeing Song Fei here was a bit surprising to Han Zhan.
Song Fei is truly the smartest and most terrifying woman Han Zhan has ever met. She is even more frightening than the female criminals he has encountered before.
After a moment of hesitation, Han Zhan stepped forward and stood in front of Song Fei. He lowered his eyes to look at her and called out, "Sister Fei."
Song Fei looked up at Han Zhan.
He was handsome and steady, a reliable and outstanding man. The combination of Song Ci and Han Zhan was a match made in heaven. At least, that was what Song Fei had always believed until this morning.
Can...
"Han Zhan, do you know my mother?" Although she was asking, Song Fei's tone was full of affirmation.
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