Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, the cycle of karma.
Sowing in spring, harvesting in autumn, the cycle of karma. Sowing a grain in spring, harvesting ten thousand in autumn. This was a well-known fact.
Fang Yan knew that she was very nice to him, but he didn't understand why she was so nice to him.
"Do you still remember the first time we met?" the girl asked in a crisp voice.
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded. Such a beautiful girl was hard to come by anywhere. Moreover, she gave him a show of strength the first time they met. Even the cold and elegant Lu Chaoge didn't give him such a strong sense of oppression.
"I've already said it very clearly," the girl said.
That day, everything was alive and the sun was just right. The girl stood in front of the podium and after her self-introduction, she wanted to sit in the first row. Fang Yan asked her to give him a reason that could convince him. She said that she wanted to be closer to him and see him more clearly.
"I don't believe it," Fang Yan said.
He didn't believe in love at first sight, and he didn't believe that the girl in front of him would fall in love with anyone at first sight.
The girl raised her pretty face again and gulped down a big mouthful of liquor. The boss of Fatso was dumbfounded. Then, he gave Fang Yan a thumbs up and gave him a meaningful smile.
Fang Yan wanted to rush up and beat him up!
If it wasn't for the big bowl of stewed noodles with enough mutton!
Qin Yitian looked at Fang Yan and asked, "You really don't have any impression at all?"
"No," Fang Yan said.
"Beidaihe." The girl looked at Fang Yan's face and said word by word, "Jianfeng Ridge."
Beidaihe?
Jianfeng Ridge?
A crack appeared on the sturdy flagstones, and bright light shone through the crack.
Fang Yan felt the divine light falling from the sky. His mind was still in a state of shock, but it was suddenly brought to the distant past.
When was it?
Was it when he was thirteen or fourteen?
At that time, Fang Yan was just an inexperienced youth, or rather, a half-grown child.
At that time, Fang Huwei was awe-inspiring. His legs were not paralyzed, and his Tai Chi skills were rarely matched.
At that time, Fang Huwei was highly respected in the Jianghu. He had many disciples and hundreds of friends. He was loved and respected by the people in the circle.
At that time, the Old Drunkard Mo Qingdi was like the sun in the sky, a rising star in the inner river. He defeated close to a hundred tyrants, trampled on enemies from all directions, and shone brightly.
At that time, the Fang Clan wasn't in such dire straits that they were bullied and humiliated by others.
At that time, Fang Yan was just a playful monkey.
One summer, Fang Yan accompanied his grandfather to Beidaihe to attend a high-level conference. Grandpa had a mission to complete and had to accompany the leaders of the conference, so he couldn't accompany Fang Yan. Thus, Fang Yan, freed from his restraints, roamed around Beidaihe.
Fang Yan walked along the shore of Beidaihe, passed through the security zone, and arrived at the free sea area where tourists could freely enter and exit.
The beach, the sea breeze, the bikinis, the beauties were as numerous as the clouds, and the temptation was like wine. It was a feast for the eyes.
The young Fang Huohuo secretly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, then continued walking forward.
When he walked to the edge of the road, he saw a black off-road vehicle parked there.
He glanced at the off-road vehicle, and the driver of the off-road vehicle glared at him.
The smell of blood!
Fang Yan smelled the smell of blood!
Fang Yan was born in an ancient martial arts family. Although he was young, he clearly knew that those were the eyes to kill.
Although some people looked ferocious, their eyes did not have any hostility.
This man was different. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at a piece of fat meat. As long as he opened his mouth, he could swallow you whole.
Fang Yan was vigilant, so he didn't directly clash with him. He turned into a supermarket and bought a bottle of mineral water to drink. After walking for such a long distance, he was indeed a little thirsty.
When he was paying, he saw two men quickly rushing toward the van from the supermarket's glass. Their footsteps were steady, and their speed was surprisingly fast. It was obvious that they were martial artists.
One of the long-haired men was holding a bedsheet in his arms, and there was something wrapped in the bedsheet.
Fang Yan didn't know what was inside, but when they opened the door and got into the van, a small foot fell out from the bedsheet.
It was a child's foot!
"Human traffickers." Fang Yan cursed and rushed out of the supermarket.
Just as he was about to approach the off-road vehicle, the vehicle suddenly started and charged forward at high speed.
Perhaps it was the temperament of a teenager, or perhaps it was because his blood was boiling.
Fang Yan knew that if this child was kidnapped, then one or even several families would be destroyed and sent to hell …
He must save this child.
Fang Yan's running speed couldn't keep up with the car's full speed. The off-road vehicle gradually moved further and further away, and finally disappeared before Fang Yan's eyes.
Fang Yan didn't give up. He used the "tracking skill" he learned to closely follow the off-road vehicle's unique tire tracks, searching and following.
Finally, Fang Yan found the off-road vehicle at Jianfeng Ridge, which was 20 kilometers away from Beidaihe.
He searched according to the shoe prints around the off-road vehicle, and then found traces of human presence in an extremely secluded cave.
Fang Yan found the Green Snake Grass in the mountain stream, then found sulfur and a few other flammable materials at the entrance of the cave. When he ignited the Green Snake Grass, and thick smoke billowed into the cave, he covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth and rushed in.
The resistance was weak. Those martial artists who might not be weak were caught off guard and breathed in the poisonous smoke from the Green Snake Grass. One by one, they became weak and were quickly knocked out by Fang Yan.
Of course, the child in the grass nest in the corner was also knocked out.
This was the most beautiful little girl Fang Yan had ever seen!
Perhaps even the human traffickers didn't have the heart to treat such a child too harshly, and even used licorice to make a comfortable little bed for her.
It wasn't until Fang Yan saw a gun sticking out from the waist of a human trafficker that he realized these criminals might not be as simple as he thought.
The Green Snake Grass was still burning, and the poisonous gas in the cave was getting thicker and thicker.
Fang Yan left with the little girl.
He ran to the hillside with the little girl in his arms. Perhaps it was because she was woken up by the mountain wind, or maybe it was because Fang Yan was carrying her in the wrong position, or because the running was too bumpy, but the girl woke up.
Her skin was white and tender, and her facial features were flawless. Long eyelashes, and the pair of dark eyes that looked at Fang Yan were like a pair of the purest black gems.
Fang Yan only felt that his heart was about to melt. At that time, Fang Yan, who was only a teenager, actually had a sense of responsibility as a father and brother. He thought that no matter what, he must protect her from any harm.
"Brother, you're not a bad person." The girl actually took the initiative to speak. She was not afraid, nor was she shy with strangers. Her voice was clear and sweet, like the tinkling of spring water.
"How do you know?" Fang Yan grinned. He thought that this child was really interesting. Lying in the arms of a stranger when she opened her eyes, why didn't she cry out in fright?
"It's because your face is red," the little girl said with a straight face. "Bad people don't blush."
Bad people don't blush?
Fang Yan thought about it seriously. He really hadn't seen bad people who blushed … but that didn't mean that there weren't any. Some bad people …
While Fang Yan was thinking about the accuracy of this question, the girl giggled and said, "Also, bad people aren't that stupid. Mom said that bad people don't care what others think, they only care about what they want … You are still thinking about what I said, which proves that you are not a bad person. "
"…" Fang Yan had the feeling of banging his head against the wall. He was actually deceived by a little girl? And he couldn't even fight back?
"Brother, where are you taking me?"
"I'm taking you to find your mom."
"I don't know where my mom is, but the police uncle must know … Because I got lost, my mom will definitely call the police," the girl said very seriously.
"Okay, I understand," Fang Yan said. When he was searching up the mountain, he saw a police station at the foot of Jianfeng Ridge. It was said that it was specially set up to prevent people from racing on the mountain at night.
Fang Yan carried the little girl to the police station. The girls at the police station were on guard. Some were on the phone, some were running up the mountain, and even more were guarding the little girl, separating Fang Yan and the little girl far away.
The little girl sat in a separate room to rest. Fang Yan was chased out of the door. After recording his statement, no one cared about him anymore.
Fang Yan walked to the yard and stood outside the window to look at the little girl in the room.
"Brother, what's your name?" The little girl walked over and tiptoed to talk to Fang Yan outside.
"You won't remember it even if I tell you," Fang Yan said with a smile. "You are still young, it's useless to remember these things. Quickly forget everything that happened today."
He knew that if some children suffered trauma in their childhood, it could affect their fate for the rest of their lives. Fang Yan didn't want this kidnapping case to affect the future of this cute little girl who was like a baby boy hanging on the wall.
She was so cute, how could God bear to let her suffer like this …
But then again, this child could definitely be sold for a good price.
The little girl shook her head and said in a tone that only adults would have, "But, I want to repay you."
Fang Yan was once again amused by the little girl's words. He found that this child had a shrewdness and understanding that shouldn't be present at her age.
"I don't need your repayment," Fang Yan said. "I just did what I wanted to do."
Fang Yan waved his hand and turned to leave.
Since the child had been handed over to the police, and they had called the little girl's family, then he should leave, right?
After all, Beidaihe was still far from here. If he walked back, it would take some time. He didn't want his grandfather to be unable to find him after the meeting. At that time, Fang Huwei's temper was really bad.
After walking a few steps, he saw a triangular piece of white paper on the ground.
He picked up the paper, folded it into an airplane, and flew it toward the little girl in the room.
Whoosh …
The paper airplane actually flew through the gap between the steel bars of the window and flew in front of the little girl.
"It's a gift for you." Fang Yan said with a wave of his hand.
A dream of a thousand years, as if it was a lifetime ago.
That was too far away, so far away that it was like an unreal story.
The girl took out her wallet from her pocket, opened the innermost layer of the wallet, and took out a yellow paper airplane. She said, "This is the paper airplane you gave me. I have always kept it in my wallet. I'm good to you because you're good to me. That's all. "
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