Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Hidden Note (VII)

However, Ning Helan glanced at Fang Hui next to him, Fang Hui was surprised: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing." Ning Helan simply felt that if Fang Hui was still alive, he would become a weird old man like Zhao Jianshe when he was old.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianshe broke the defense, put down the lunch box in his hand, rushed up and punched Feng Lu in the face.

Everyone else stood up in fear, Li Xian protected Feng Tiantian and stood far away.

Quarrels are quarrels, but once they start fighting, the nature is different.

The two old men who were originally arguing with each other soon got into a fight. The restaurant owner next to them was a little panicked. He kept shouting at the customers to stop fighting, and turned to the waiter who was watching the excitement next to him and said, "Quick...quickly call the police..."

Qin Yang was originally watching the show. Arguing was still quite interesting, but fighting had to be fought. He stood up and went forward with Xiao Liu to pull one of the two old men apart.

"Hey! Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Qin Yang was tall and strong. Although Xiao Liu was not tall, he had strong hands. He controlled the two old men tightly. "What can't you say nicely?!"

Zhao Jianshe cursed and even cursed Qin Yang who was pulling him: "Who the hell do you think you are? You are taking sides, right? I tell you, I am not afraid of calling the police, I have someone in the police station! I'll get someone to kill you dogs//sons of bitches!"

Qin Yang turned his hand and pressed Zhao Jianshe on the table: "Watch your mouth!"

Zhao Jianshe screamed in pain, but still refused to show mercy: "Just wait, I'll call the police to arrest you!"

Xiao Liu took out his police officer ID from his arms: "We are from the Tong'an Public Security Bureau, and this is Deputy Captain Qin of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. If you want to call the police, we can also talk to the insiders."

These words made Zhao Jianshe silent immediately. Although he was not clear about the titles of these two people, he still knew that the level of the city police was indeed much higher than that of the village police. What's more, this man was a deputy captain?

"Grandpa!"

A boy of fifteen or sixteen ran in from the door and rushed straight to Zhao Jianshe who was pressed on the table. "Grandpa!"

Qin Yang let go of Zhao Jianshe.

The boy looked around at the people around him, nodded after seeing Feng Zihe, and greeted him politely: "Grandpa Feng."

Feng Zihe also smiled and nodded: "Zhao Mi is here." "

It seems that the relationship between the grandpa generation is not good, but the relationship with the next generation is not bad.

Zhao Jianshe was angry, and he got even angrier when he heard his grandson calling someone else grandpa: "What grandpa? He's just a grandson!"

Feng Zihe didn't get angry, but Feng Lu was about to hit him when he heard this, but Feng Zihe stopped him.

Zhao Mi's eyes fell on Feng Tiantian next to him, and the two immediately turned their eyes away and didn't dare to look at each other.

"Grandpa, didn't I tell you to wait for us here? What's wrong?" Zhao Mi saw that his grandfather's face turned red, and Grandpa Feng Lu across from him also turned red, "Grandpa, did you fight again?"

"Hey, you bastard, what do you mean I fought again? Your grandpa was bullied by others!" Zhao Jianshe was very angry, "Are you still my grandson?"

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a gentle appearance, and was well-mannered. As soon as he came in, he nodded to the brothers and sisters of the Feng family, and then pulled Zhao Jianshe: "Son, take your grandpa out first."

"Okay." Zhao Mi helped his grandfather out. Feng Lu, who was standing beside him, was still angry and wanted to chase him out, but was stopped by Feng Zihe.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Feng Lu. My dad has this kind of temper. Are you guys not hurt?" The middle-aged man apologized politely.

Don't hit a smiling person. Feng Lu snorted heavily: "With your father's physique, he has no chance to hurt me."

Feng Zihe said to the middle-aged man: "Shulin, it's okay, go back with your father. It was all a misunderstanding just now. Your uncle Feng Lu just has a bad temper. Don't take it to heart."

Zhao Shulin hurriedly said: "My dad was impulsive. I'm so sorry, Uncle Feng."

"This family of three grandparents and grandchildren is quite funny. The old man has that kind of temper, but the son and grandson he raised are surprisingly polite. Did he give birth to the wrong child?" Fang Hui said while eating melon seeds. There was already a pile of melon seed shells in front of him.

Qin Yang sat down and said, "Fang Hui, although it is said that a son is like his father, it is not necessarily true. The formation of a child's personality is inseparable from the environment in which he grew up."

"Growth environment..." Fang Hui's expression suddenly seemed to be touched by this sentence. He stopped talking and looked like he was in a daze.

Fang Hui was in a daze until the dishes were served. Ning Helan called him several times before he came back to his senses. He shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth and kept it in his mouth until everyone finished eating.

"Fang Hui, you didn't eat much. What's wrong? Did it taste bad? Or didn't you like it?" Feng Zihe asked him, "Do you want me to order something else for you?" "

...No need, Grandpa Feng, I..." Fang Hui thought for a while, "I got a bit of heatstroke today, so I can't eat much."

Feng Zihe nodded, "It's easy to get heatstroke when you go to the mountain in such a hot sun today. Hey, my dear, let's go back and make some icy mung bean soup, so that everyone can drink some and get rid of the heat."

"Okay." Li Xian said.

When they returned to Feng Zihe's house in the evening, Li Xian brought them a few rattan lounge chairs so that they could sit outside and cool off, and also brought them some cut watermelon and mung bean soup. Fang

Hui didn't seem to be quite right after dinner, and he kept staring into the distance in a daze.

Ning Helan was thinking about what happened today.

"Is Grandpa Feng's family cursed?" Xiao Liu said, "This whole family is really miserable. Did their ancestors commit some evil?"

"If you write in the case report that the Feng family is cursed, do you think Captain Zhou will kick you?" Qin Yang said while eating watermelon.

Xiao Liu was startled: "Why do I have to write a case-closing report this time too?"

"We came out during working hours. Captain Zhou and I reported that we were investigating a case in Songping City." Qin Yang said, "Otherwise we would have to hurry back today."

Xiao Liu made a bitter face: "...Now I have to write a case-closing report whether I want to or not."

Then he looked at Ning Helan next to him: "Master Ning, you are so awesome, hurry up and solve this matter."

Ning Helan held his chin with one hand. There were many things he couldn't figure out, such as the dream Fang Hui had, and the pottery bone soil that appeared on the tomb. The soil that should have appeared inside the coffin was turned out.

There is only one explanation, that is, the things in the coffin have come out before.

Qin Yang gave him a suggestion: "Xiao Lan, why don't you call Grandpa Ning to ask, he is knowledgeable and may know what it is."

Ning Helan nodded. He didn't really want to trouble Grandpa because he was afraid that Grandpa would know that Grandpa Feng's matter was difficult, but now he had to ask.

At this time, Ning Guohua was sitting in a tavern with several people of similar age who met in the tour group, drinking, and listening to folk songs sung by singers on the street outside.

Seeing Ning Helan's call, Ning Guohua stood up and walked to the side to answer it.

"Hey, Xiao Lan, what's wrong?"

"Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

Ning Helan went to the side while talking on the phone. After a long time, he came back with a calm face.

Ning Helan usually had this expression, so it was unknown whether he got the result he wanted after making the call.

"Little Taoist priest, what did Grandpa Ning say?" Xiao Liu was very excited. It seemed that he was more concerned about these strange things than how to compile the report later.

"Grandpa said that the guardian star of each family would not dim for no reason. There must be something else blocking it." Ning Helan said, "This may be someone casting a spell or a magic..."

Qin Yang looked up at the sky: "Such a distant star, if you want to block it... doesn't it require a very high level of Taoism?"

"Or it is an extremely vicious curse..." Ning Helan murmured.

Speaking of this, he remembered Fang Hui's dream. It was definitely not a coincidence that he had such a terrible dream in such a place and his soul was taken away.

Grandpa said that Fang Hui could enter the dream again, and then take a closer look at the person in the coffin. Maybe he could ask something else.

After Fang Hui came back from the restaurant, he had been lying on the bamboo chair, staring at the stars in the sky with empty eyes.

He thought back to his childhood.

At that time, Fang Cheng was too busy with his business and often he would not see him for a week, so he had little time to take care of him.

Neighbors Aunt Xie and Uncle Hu had a son named Hu You who was the same age as Fang Hui, so Fang Hui often went to play with him.

Little Hu You's parents also liked Fang Hui very much. Until high school, Fang Hui spent more time at the neighbor's house than at home.

Fang Cheng also had a good relationship with the Hu couple, so he felt at ease letting Fang Hui play at their house, which was almost half of Fang Hui's home.

Once, the two of them fought over a toy that Uncle Hu had bought for little Hu You. Little Fang Hui liked it very much when he saw it, and the two took turns playing with it.

At first, the two were quite harmonious. It was unknown who broke the rules first and took up more time, but they ended up fighting over the toy while playing.

As a result, both children were crying.

Aunt Xie came over and coaxed little Fang Hui first, then took the toy from little Hu You and gave it to him.

Although young Fang Hui got the toy he wanted, he still had doubts in his little head, why would Aunt Xie be willing to give Hu You's toy to himself?

Little Hu You cried even louder, and Aunt Xie held him and coaxed him: "You You, be good, mommy will buy you a new one."

"No, no... I want this one!" Hu You cried.

Fang Hui held the toy he wanted in his hand. He got the toy, but he didn't want to see his friend cry. However, his language organization ability was not very strong at the moment, so he could only stare blankly at Hu You who was crying so hard that his nose was full of snot.

"Xiao Hui, Daddy is back!"

At this time, Fang Cheng's voice rang out from the door.

Hearing his father's voice, little Fang Hui's attention was diverted at once, and he ran out happily with the toy.

Fang Cheng had obviously just returned from a business trip, holding two bags of snacks in his hands. When he saw little Fang Hui, he hugged him and said, "Son, do you miss your daddy?"

"Yes!" Little Fang Hui was very happy to see his father, and rubbed his furry little head against Fang Cheng's neck.

Aunt Xie came out holding little Hu You. Fang Cheng saw that little Hu You was crying: "Oh, what's wrong with You You? Why are you crying like this?"

Aunt Xie smiled and said: "It's nothing, just a quarrel between children."

When Fang Cheng heard that Fang Hui took someone else's things, he glared: "Xiao Hui, how can you take other people's things!"

Aunt Xie hurriedly said: "Don't be mean, Xiao Hui, they are all children. If Xiao Hui likes it, give it to him. There are more at home."

Aunt Xie smiled and touched Fang Hui's head. Fang Cheng couldn't refuse, so he had to let Fang Hui thank her.

Before leaving, Fang Cheng gave a bag of snacks in his hand to little Hu You. Seeing the snacks, little Hu You giggled again.

"Let's go, son, let's go home." Fang Cheng picked up Fang Hui, and Fang Hui turned around to look at his little friend.

Hu You held a gift bag of snacks in his hand and asked his mother in a baby voice: "Why do you give Youyou's things to him..."

Aunt Xie rubbed little Hu You's face: "Because he doesn't have a mother, so..."

No mother.

...

"Fang Hui, Fang Hui!"

Fang Hui suddenly came to his senses and found that he was immersed in memories. He saw Ning Helan standing next to him with a hand reaching out to him.

"!" Fang Hui rolled down from the rattan chair, and Ning Helan's movements stopped in mid-air.

"...Do you want to slap me again?" Fang Hui recalled the previous slaps. It was really painful and he almost had PTSD.

"I thought your soul was hooked again." Ning Helan stood up and said.

Qin Yang and Xiao Liu laughed loudly beside him. Fang Hui also felt that he had overreacted. He chuckled awkwardly and stood up.

"Fang Hui, you said that you dreamed that the Feng family's parents wrote your name in the coffin and wanted to take you away, right?"

"Yes."

Ning Helan felt that things were starting to make sense. The Feng family's series of misfortunes, or robberies, must have something to do with the parents, but how could the parents harm their own children?

He must ask clearly. The fastest way now is for Fang Hui to ask the old couple again.

"Fang Hui, there is something you need to do." Ning Helan took a step to Fang Hui's side.

"... Tell me first." Fang Hui suddenly had an ominous premonition and took a step back.

"Your soul was led to the grave of Grandpa Feng's parents after your dream yesterday. I want you to go there again."

"...No."