Chapter 9

Looking at Guo Yuyan who left the car, Lin Fan shook his head in a funny way.

In the past, Guo YuYan's company went to work. I guess it was arranged by the old man. He doesn't care about these things. Anyway, the purpose of going down the mountain is to heal his wounds. It's the same everywhere.

Following his childhood memory, Lin Fan came to the slums of Haiyun city.

The uneven ground, the mottled iron doors on the doors of every house, the clothes hanging on the poles, etc.

Lin Fan took a deep breath with his simple taste.

He grew up here as an orphan before he was ten years old.

Along with the memory to find the childhood residence, but found that the small yard is very clean.

Is it that there are already people living here?

"Hello, who can I speak to?"

When Lin Fan was ready to open the iron door to see what happened, a middle-aged man's voice sounded in his ear.

"Uncle Wang?"

Turning around and looking back, Lin Fan's eyes lit up: "I'm Lin fan. I lived here when I was a child."

Looking at Lin Fan carefully, Wang Jijun helped his glasses: "Xiao Fan? It's really you, Xiao Fan. Are you back? "

"Uncle Wang, I'm back."

Happily holding Wang Jijun's hand, Lin Fan said happily, "I was adopted when I was ten years old. I remember that Uncle Wang handled it for me."

"It's been 14 years since I blinked my eyes. Xiao Fan, you have grown up."

Looking at Lin fan, who was a head higher than himself, Wang Jijun said with a smile: "at the beginning, that man said that he accepted you as an apprentice. But now it seems that Xiaofan is doing well, so I'm relieved."

"Uncle Wang, auntie, are they all ok?" His eyes fell on the front yard, and Lin fan asked again, "and this yard?"

"Your aunt and they are fine. Xiner is now in college."

He took out the key and opened the iron door. Wang continued to walk in: "as for this yard, I have kept it for you for the past 14 years. I want to have a place to stay when Xiao Fan comes back."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

After looking at the clean room, Lin Fan said with a smile, "this time, I really want to stay here for a period of time."

He took out a check from his bag and Lin Fan handed it to Wang Jijun: "Uncle Wang, this is a check for 100000 yuan. If you take it, it will be regarded as a reward for cleaning the house."

"No, not at all."

Seeing the amount on the check, Wang Jijun quickly pushed it back: "I'm just sweeping the floor. Keep these money by yourself."

"Take it, Uncle Wang. It will make my heart feel better."

Now he has no family, and now he can find his childhood home is very lucky.

"Well, I'll take the 100000."

Feeling the melancholy in Lin Fan's voice, Wang Jijun nodded: "think of it as the food expenses here. Anyway, my family lives next door. If you come to have a meal, you will have more chopsticks."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang. The follow-up will be troublesome."

Looking at the painting on the wall, Lin Fan's mouth curved.

Childhood memory, really beautiful.

Dong Dong.

A burst of gongs sounded and pulled Lin fan back from his mind. Uncle Wang, who frowned: "is this curious way?"

"It must be the gang again. Stay here, Xiao Fan. I'll go out and have a look."

Hearing the familiar gong sound, Wang Jijun's face changed, and he quickly walked out to the door.

What seems to have happened?

Seeing the ugly Wang Jijun, Lin Fan quickly followed up.