The Three Realms of Super Students

"Crunch--!"

Zhang Xiaofan braked and parked the car directly in front of his yard.

Subsequently, Zhang Xiaofan pushed in and walked in.

I saw, however, that a teenager who looked like Zhang Xiaofan was seven points was washing vegetables in the yard.

"Xiaoqiang? Why are you at home? Shouldn't you still be in the city today?"

This name is similar to Zhang Xiaofan.

The little boy with a tiger head is Zhang Xiaoqiang.

It is eleven years younger than Zhang Xiaofan, which is the zero standard after birth in 2000.

Now in the first grade of junior high school in Langfang No.1 Middle School.

Because it is far from home.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang has to live in school.

Basically, you can only go home once a month.

However, it is not a New Year's Day nor is it a Saturday weekend.

Why is Zhang Xiaoqiang not at school, but still washing vegetables at home?

"Xiao Qiang, why didn't you go to school?"

Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward, some doubts, said.

"Brother ... you're finally back!"

After seeing Zhang Xiaofan walking towards his side, Zhang Xiaoqiang first glanced.

Then the whole person's eyes became red, and he just hugged tense Xiaofan and wept in a low voice.

"What's wrong, Xiaoqiang, is there anything happening in the house?"

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang hugging himself and sobbing in a low voice.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan's anxiety in his heart became stronger.

As he comforted the brother in his arms, he kept asking, saying.

"Xiaoqiang, what's wrong?"

"What's going on at home?"

"Brother ... My father was hit by a car."

"... Uncle Fugui ... Uncle Fugui also ..."

In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't say any more.

Stepped forward, hugging Zhang Xiaofan and crying.

"Boom--!"

After hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's words.

Zhang Xiaofan just felt his own brain, and the sound of "hum--!" Exploded.

He picked up his brother Zhang Xiaoqiang and strode toward the house.

Before entering the door, Zhang Xiaofan asked for an unusually pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

As you can see, the inside of the back room was dark and dark.

There was also a musty smell that made people feel very uncomfortable.

In the middle of the back room, a large plastic bag was also stacked.

Inside the bag was a large pile of medicine residue.

Next to the plastic bag is an iron stove for burning honeycomb.

Above the iron stove was a clay pot used to make medicine.

In front of this scene, even Zhang Xiaofan, who often deals with traditional Chinese medicine, smelled it.

Can not help but frown deeply.

This Chinese herbal medicine, let alone drink it for the treatment of diseases.

Even, just smelling this pungent Chinese medicine smell.

It was suffocating and gagging.

At the same time, the anxiety in Zhang Xiaofan's heart became stronger.

He lowered Zhang Xiaoqiang and walked towards the room.

After seeing the scene inside the room, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes suddenly turned red.

A clear stream flowed down the corner of the eye.

I saw a middle-aged man lying on the bed in the back room.

It's September.

Although the temperature is cooler than the hot summer days ago.

But even so, Yu Wei of Qiu Tiger was still there.

Temperature difference

Twenty-six, seven degrees.

But even so.

Middle-aged man on the bed, still covered with a thick quilt ...