Dust of Rebirth

"Hurry up to the end of the world, this kind of life is so hard..." Fan Chen came out of the restaurant, thinking of Tan Fan felt uncomfortable, and muttered a few words to himself.

"I said you, it's you! Turn back! I'm behind."

Fan Chen turned his head when he heard the voice, and it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was speaking. The girl was of average appearance, with big eyes and a round nose, which belonged to the typical appearance of oriental women.

"I said, didn't Xing Qian tell you that he was going to find me? Make me wait for you for a long time."

Fan Chen frowned, Xing Qian?who is it?

The girl blinked her eyes, and seeing Fan Chen's stupid questioning, she was obviously angry: "I said you, it's Tan Fan, right?"

"I'm not." Fan Chen shook his head honestly, "I'm his friend, do you have anything to do with him?"

"Aren't you? But your earrings..." the girl rubbed her chin, half-believing, "You said you are not Tan Fan, then who are you?"

Fan Chen paused, and said, "Tan Fan's friend."

"What's your name? I'm not interested in your identity, okay?" The girl spoke very bluntly, impolite and impatient at the same time, she said impatiently with her mouth flattened.

Fan Chen was helpless: "... Fan Chen."

When the girl heard this, her eyes widened instantly: "Huh? Are you a mortal?"

"What's the matter?" Fan Chen replied lightly, secretly vigilant.

"It's okay, it's the same as looking for you." The girl smiled and took out a stone, which looked like it was randomly picked up by the roadside, without any special features.

"What do you want?"

"Stand still~" The girl waved the stone in her hand, smiling all over her face, "It might hurt a bit."

Before Fan Chen could understand the meaning of her words, he felt a dull pain in his forehead, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

Time went back to the morning, when Tan Fan went out, he deliberately looked at the room twice, Fan Chen avoided him for several days, the phone didn't answer, and there was no one in the school, he felt that he was going crazy.

Thinking about why he would use this seemingly reasonable but full of loopholes to put Fan Chen by his side, he just felt that he had to do this, and he couldn't let that person leave his side, otherwise he would be very disturbed. It's just that my brother gave me this feeling, and when the feeling came true, my brother died...

Regardless of whether it is out of selfishness or not, even if this kind of terrified anxiety is my own illusion, I cannot take it lightly, even if I use extraordinary measures.

"Tan Fan, have you gone out yet?"

"Ah."

"I'll ask someone to wait for you at the coffee shop on 13th Street. You can go there after you pick up your things. The other party has a bad temper. It's hard to coax you if you're in a hurry."

"..."

After a few simple exchanges with Xing Qian through the earrings, Tan Fan gradually drove through the urban area to the suburbs. The time was displayed at 45:[-]. Tan Fan took out his mobile phone and swipe the screen with his slender fingers , a number is dialed.

After a short wait, a male voice came out slowly: "Boss."

"Who is in the family?"

"Master, madam, and the second young master are all here."

Tan Fan was silent for two seconds, then said, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Yes."

Tan Fan turned the car around and turned into a newly turned asphalt road. In front of him was a villa area with greenery comparable to art, and the Tan family mansion was also located in this villa area.

If there is no reason to come back, I would never want to step into this place again in this life, because there are other members of the Tan family and the truth about my brother's death.

The phone was still on, and the male voice rang again: "Boss, the things are in the basement."

"Ah."

After Tan Fan arrived at Tan's house, the first thing he did was not to go upstairs to see his father whom he hadn't seen for five years, but went straight down to the basement at the back of the house. There are some complicated letters and numbers written on them, and even dangerous signs are marked in less obvious places. It is obvious that these are arms controlled by the state.

A man was standing by the door of the basement. His neat suit made him look elegant and upright. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his fair face, and he had a refined aristocratic temperament in his bones: "Boss."

This voice was obviously the man in the call just now.

"These are not enough." Tan Fan squinted at the man, walked between the wooden boxes, casually glanced at the supplies around him, and said calmly.

The man held a laptop in his hand, raised his hand to push his glasses, and said meticulously: "This is the first batch, and the second batch is still on the way."

"En." Tan Fan closed his eyes, opened his arms slightly, and in just one breath, the entire box in the basement seemed to turn into a cloud of smoke, disappearing without a trace.

The expression on the face of the man who had been waiting by the door didn't change much, but the emotions in the depths of his eyes, which had always been calm, suddenly became volatile, and he could feel his shock. If he hadn't witnessed all this with his own eyes, he would have really thought that This basement has never been filled with so many military supplies.

"Let's go." Tan Fan glanced at his phone, and he didn't have anything to explain about his extraordinary behavior. The things that were originally placed in the basement were stored in the space attached to the earrings. Large and small spaces can store a lot of things, and the ones that were just put away are just a small pile of things, so Tan Fan is quite satisfied with this function, which is much more useful than being able to communicate with other people's consciousness.

The man bowed his head and didn't answer.

Although Tan Fan didn't explain it, from another perspective, this behavior is also a kind of trust.

Tan Fan walked halfway and suddenly asked, "Is Zhuo Ye back yet?"

"The air ticket for next Monday, Xiao Tian will come back with me."

"Ah."

"Wang Chengfei and the others will also come back next month."

Tan Fan nodded, left the basement, and walked towards the villa.

There are five or six servants who clean and take care of the villa every day, and Tan Fan greets two of them as soon as he enters the door.

"Master."

"Master."

Tan Fan didn't even lift his eyelids, turning a blind eye to the two people who greeted them.

The two people winked at each other, one retreated and the other stayed.

"Mum Zhang, I'm going out at noon..."

There were footsteps coming from upstairs. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was wearing a sea-blue sportswear and went downstairs frowning. But when he saw Tan Fan in the lobby, he suddenly couldn't speak the rest of the sentence. Facing those icy eyes, I only felt the bone-chilling coldness.

The one left behind looked at the person upstairs and down, and immediately lowered his head: "Second young master."

The boy who was called the second young master suddenly changed his face, but his eyes stopped on the man who was farther away, who was also the man who had been following behind Tan Fan—Liu Wenbin.

Liu Wenbin hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled but showed no emotion at all, and said politely, "Second Young Master."

"You...you..." The boy felt that his feet were shaking and were about to go limp. When he saw that face, he remembered how relaxed this man was when he skinned someone in front of him. This man is a devil!

Tan Fan glanced at the so-called younger brother's boy, and thought it was funny. His brother, Tan Ming, was always the only one, so this bastard was worthy?

Regardless of the boy who was frozen on the stairs, Tan Fan went straight upstairs with his hands in his pockets, and Liu Wenbin naturally had to follow.

Tan Fan went all the way to the innermost room on the second floor. Before he left home, he said that no one is allowed to enter his room without permission. Looking at the dust in the room, it seems that he complied, even though he himself used it. some means.

"Go and take everything you need to bring." Tan Fan entered the room by himself and ordered.

Liu Wenbin nodded, turned and walked to another room.

After Tan Fan entered the room, he slowly closed the door. In fact, this room was not his original room. This room was the room of his elder brother Tan Ming. After Tan Ming died, Tan Fan insisted on moving in and finally kept what Tan Ming left behind. thing.

After sitting on the bed for 10 minutes, Tan Fan moved. He got up and walked to the white storage cabinet in the corner of the room. When he opened the second drawer, he could see a boxy one-meter-long box wrapped in black cloth. s things.

Liu Wenbin stood in front of the door and knocked lightly: "Boss."

Tan Fan paused and didn't respond to him.

"My master is downstairs, and my wife."

"Understood." Tan Fan responded lightly, continued his actions, took out the things in the drawer, and didn't seem to care at all about what the outsider reported.

The thing wrapped in black cloth was a dark brown wooden box with a dragon totem engraved on it, which was exquisite in workmanship, and inside was a black Tang knife.

This knife was left by Tan Ming. I don't know where it came from. It is regarded as a treasure by Tan Ming. The so-called Tang knife is really a peak cold weapon that cuts iron like mud and is decisive. It's just that this knife has a fly in the ointment Yes, the scabbard is missing.

Touch the cold blade with your fingertips, and you can see through the light from different angles as long as you turn your hand sideways. The whole blade is covered with a layer of dark and reflective auspicious clouds and dragon patterns, highlighting the mystery.

With a thought, Tang Dao was taken into the space, Tan Fan glanced at the room, and finally got up, ready to go downstairs.

Tan Fan was only halfway down the stairs when he saw two long-lost figures sitting on the sofa in the lobby, a potbellied old man and a naked woman.

"Go to your brother's room again?" Tan Pu said without looking up, Bai Weiwei had heavy makeup on her face, she was in her thirties but well maintained, her skin was delicate and her figure was hot, no matter how you looked at it, she was a flirtatious, charming and charming woman , while peeking at Tan Fan from time to time, full of desire.

Tan Fan turned around and smiled coldly: "Boss Tan, you remember wrongly, I don't have an older brother."

"You!" Tan Puqian looked back at him abruptly, his face flushed red in a moment of panic, "Is this the way you talk to your father?!"

"Father?" Tan Fan's eyes deepened, and his eyes fell on Bai Weiwei who was beside Tan Puqian, "My father was already dead when he brutally killed his wife with his own hands."

"You... what did you say?" Tan Puqian's face suddenly changed, his originally flushed face instantly turned purple, and his expression flustered, while Bai Weiwei's face turned red and then white, it was really exciting.

"What? Still don't understand?" Tan Fan looked at the two people in front of him with a funny face, feeling that the stone that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years became much lighter, and he carefully enjoyed the pleasure, "It wasn't my brother who was hiding outside the door back then. ,it's me."

When I was only six years old, I personally witnessed the scene of my mother being killed by my father. Even Tan Fan himself couldn't explain how deep the trauma was in his heart.

This is the man, when he looked at his wife lying in a pool of blood, there was no trace of remorse or self-blame on his distorted face. The seemingly harmonious and beautiful family was torn apart in this way. No wonder my brother never I will laugh at this father who exists in name only, no wonder such a gentle brother never shows closeness to this father, no wonder my brother suddenly said so many words to me the day before he died...

It was my elder brother who was ten years older than me who carried everything, and it was because of him that my elder brother encountered an accident. Everything was planned by this man. He brought the wild species born with Bai Weiwei to the Tan family and became a justifiable man. Tan Fan felt that even the air in this home had become stale and unpleasant.

And he hates all of this, hates all of this, not only for the betrayal of the so-called family, but also for himself, if not for himself, his brother would not have died...

I blame myself for being too weak to do anything, and because of this, Tan Fan didn't like to laugh when he was young, he was indifferent to people and things, learned to endure, learned to pretend, and then secretly developed his own personality. Power, waiting for the opportunity to return all the pain to this father.

"Master, calm down." Bai Weiwei supported Tan Pu, and softly blamed, "Tan Fan, you will piss off your father like this!"

Tan Fan hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "By the way, Mrs. Tan, I think the marriage with Wei Qijuan can be resolved. Thank you for your whimsical thinking that you have found a good wife for me. Unfortunately, your clumsy interior is too similar to yours. Not suitable for me."

"Tan Fan!" Tan Puqian's voice raised a bit, "Shut up! Is this the attitude you should have towards elders?!"

Tan Fan didn't speak, just looked at the so-called elders in front of him coldly.

"Don't think I don't know. You have an ambiguous relationship with that person named Fanchen in your school. How many people are gossiping behind your back? You really embarrass our Tan family!"

"It's all said and done, so let's just talk about it." Tan Fan straightened his clothes, looked at Tanpu, and said in an extremely serious tone, "I can tell you very clearly, Fan Chen is the one who is talking about me. In this world, the most important spiritual support, the most inseparable true love, I will use all my energy to protect him in the days to come."

"Beloved?" Tan Pu stood up on crutches, "I tell you Tan Fan! Wei Qijuan is the future daughter-in-law of our Tan family! You have to marry this marriage if you don't! There is no choice for you!"

"Then let that bastard upstairs marry her." After speaking, Tan Fan turned around and wanted to leave.

Tan Puqian was so angry that his eyes widened, and he pointed at Tan Fan's back and shouted: "How dare you leave this house! I don't have your son!"

Tan Fan turned his head, and the aura around him was so cold that everything around him was frozen. As long as he stepped into this area, the feeling of repulsion would always haunt him. It's hard to control, in the final analysis, it's because of this family, those disgusting facts hidden under the glamorous surface.

"Just to my liking."