Pure Yang!

Chapter 131: Things are like spring dreams without traces! The Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation

early morning.

Yujing City, Metro Line 2.

There was still more than an hour before the rush hour, and the carriage seemed empty.

Zhang Fan took half a day off and went back to his old house.

"I haven't been back for many years." Zhang Fan sat in his seat, thoughtful.

From the time he could remember until he was twelve years old, that is, before the disaster ten years ago, his family of three lived in that old house.

The old residential area in Sanqin District should be considered the oldest area in Yujing City. It should have been demolished long ago, and no one knows what it looks like now.

This was the first time he took the initiative to contact his father since he had lost contact, and it was Uncle Liu who suddenly mentioned the old house, which made Zhang Fan take it seriously.

"Dad...what would he leave there?" Zhang Fan muttered.

drip...

At this moment, a light sound came from the pocket.

Zhang Fan took out his cell phone, opened Chaoxin, and Li Yishan’s message popped up.

"I'll tell you a piece of news. You'll definitely be tempted."

"What news?" Zhang Fan replied.

"I'm telling you, you have to call me dad."

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"It's related to Xu Zhixia!"

Li Yishan's message came back with a smirk.

"Xu Zhixia!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

This name was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Once upon a time, this name occupied almost half of his life. However, after they broke up, the most he tried was to forget everything related to this name.

Time has passed and they have been separated for so long, but when this name suddenly appeared before his eyes again, Zhang Fan still felt a little dazed.

Xu Zhixia was Zhang Fan’s girlfriend during his college years, or to be more precise, her ex.

"Do you want to know how she's doing?" Li Yishan's message came again, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"I don't want to." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

It's not that he said one thing and meant another, but he really didn't want to. Times have changed and people's state of mind has changed.

During the period when we just broke up, I was indeed full of distracting thoughts, my emotions were flying, and it was difficult to control myself. But once I pulled myself out, my mood was never the same again. The persistence I felt during that period now seems a little childish and ridiculous.

Su Dongpo, a great poet of his time, once said, "People are like autumn geese that bring news, while things are like spring dreams that leave no trace."

This sentence is quite Zen.

In one's lifetime, one will meet many people and will also say goodbye to many people. Their coming and going are like wild geese in autumn, leaving traces to follow. However, the things experienced are like spring dreams, passing by like clouds and smoke, leaving no trace, and nothing can be remembered.

"It's quite interesting."

At this moment, Zhang Fan looked at the name that once stirred his emotions, and his mood was as calm as water.

Such changes confirm what I have learned from Taoism over the years, but they have a different flavor.

"Everything that happened yesterday has become who I am today. Everything that happened today has become the new me." Zhang Fan murmured softly and was about to put the phone in his pocket.

"Xu Zhixia has returned to Yujing."

At this moment, Li Yishan no longer kept the secret and sent the information promptly.

"Just go back." Zhang Fan replied and looked up at the stop.

"Don't you have any ideas?"

Li Yishan asked.

Xu Zhixia is not from Yujing City, and his hometown is not even in Jiangnan Province. When they graduated, they broke up because of geographical reasons.

"It's early in the morning. Did you drink too much or eat too much?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

How can a broken mirror be mended, and spilled water be recovered? Now that we’ve broken up, is there any chance of getting back together?

You know, for men, there are three kinds of grass in this world that cannot be eaten.

The grass that has returned, the grass near the kennel, and the grass of unknown origin.

"The next stop is Shangmafang Station. Passengers going to Wuling Hongguang 4S store, please pay attention..."

At this moment, a broadcast sounded, and Zhang Fan stood up and prepared to get off the bus.

After getting out of the subway, the streets in front of me seemed somewhat familiar. After all, it is the old city area. Unlike the new area, there have been many changes in almost a year or two.

This place has long been out of urban planning and has remained the same for almost a decade.

Especially nowadays, many young people have left and only some old people are left.

Zhang Fan walked through several alleys, but the surrounding bungalows reminded him of his childhood.

Such old buildings can only be seen here. There are big words "demolish" written on many walls, and many houses have been vacated.

"Why is the road closed?"

Zhang Fan followed the address, but found that the road in the entire old residential area was blocked, and there was a no entry or exit sign at the intersection.

"Master, what's going on?"

Zhang Fan walked to the intersection and asked an old man who was enjoying the cool air.

"There were some minor earthquakes a few days ago, and the government said it was due to changes in the geological structure... There are old houses here, and many of them are dilapidated..." the old man said casually.

Originally, there were not many people living in this old residential area, and the remaining elderly people had been evacuated. They could only move back after experts had conducted an inspection and assessment.

"How long will it take?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I guess it will be soon. The evaluation has been going on for more than two months. I see that many experts have withdrawn. It will probably be in the next two days." The old man replied.

"A trip in vain."

Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly. He hadn't been back for a long time. He would have to look for the old house. It would be bad if he was chased out.

"Wait two more days."

Having taken half a day off, Zhang Fan couldn't make the trip in vain, so he wandered around the area, reminiscing about his childhood.

After all, he had lived here until he was twelve years old.

“It hasn’t changed much.”

The old environment brought back many memories for Zhang Fan. He remembered that at that time, their family of three lived in an old house. His parents went out early and came back late. Sometimes when there was no cooking at home, they would let him come to the entrance of the alley and sell some braised food.

At that time, Zhang Fan's family was just like most ordinary families. They were not rich, but they lived happily.

"There used to be quite a few stalls here." Zhang Fan walked to the entrance of the alley.

He remembered that every time he went home from school, he had to pass by the entrance of this alley. Before it got dark, there were many stalls selling mixed vegetables, roast duck, pork with preserved vegetables, fried tofu... almost all of them were food.

"Xiao Fan...it's Xiao Fan!"

At this moment, a rough voice sounded, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts away.

At the entrance of the alley, there was a lonely stall, where a thin middle-aged man wearing a white skirt was making pancakes.

He squinted his eyes and looked Zhang Fan up and down, as if he knew him.

"You are……"

"Tsk tsk... I haven't seen you for so many years, you've grown into a big man... Can't you remember me?" The skinny middle-aged uncle put down the work in his hands and wiped the greasy hands on his bib.

"Feng Ping'an...your Uncle Feng...you ate the pancakes sold by Uncle Wang every day when you were a kid..." Feng Ping'an grinned. "Uncle Feng? I remember..."

Zhang Fan slapped his forehead. As far as he could remember, Feng Ping'an had been making pancakes here. At that time, a pancake with an egg and a piece of king of kings only cost two yuan.

When he was in elementary school, Zhang Lingzong would save fifty yuan every month at Feng Ping'an's pancake stall.

When little Zhang Fan passed by in the morning, he could grab a pancake for breakfast.

"Uncle Feng, you've been setting up a stall here for so many years." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

He looked around and couldn't help but feel something was strange. There weren't many residents nearby, and if he set up a pancake stall here, he might not even be able to earn enough to pay for water and electricity.

"I'm old and too lazy to move." Feng Ping'an grinned and laughed.

"Xiao Fan, you haven't been back for many years, maybe seven or eight years."

"Seven or eight years!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly.

After moving ten years ago, he seemed to have never been back since then.

"Uncle Feng, have you ever come back since I moved?"

"I've been here a few times. Your father brought you back..." Feng Ping'an said calmly, "Only a few times. He doesn't come here often. But your father comes here often."

"My dad? You mean after moving, my dad often comes back here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I come here almost every week." Feng Pingan said casually.

"what!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help looking towards the deep alley. He didn't expect that after moving, Zhang Lingzong would come to the old house every week...

What is he here for?
"So many years have passed. I still remember how your parents looked when they first moved in. They had just gotten married..." A trace of reminiscence flashed across Feng Ping'an's face.

"That should have been more than 20 years ago..."

Zhang Fan murmured softly, unable to help but ask, "Uncle Feng, can you tell me about my parents?"

"At that time...your parents were a young couple, and their relationship...how should I describe it?" Feng Pingan paused, looking a little embarrassed.

"What? Are they not on good terms?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that he's a bad person, it's just that your father had some problems at that time...so he often couldn't control himself and touched your mother." Feng Ping'an said in a low voice.

After all, it was an old house and there was no sound insulation. At that time, neighbors could often hear the sounds of banging things and fighting coming from Zhang Fan's house.

In addition, Zhang Lingzong was a taciturn man on weekdays. People in the alley were talking behind his back, saying that it was the man from the Zhang family who was committing domestic violence and beating his wife as soon as they got married.

However, the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family was quite tough. Despite such a loud noise, she never made a sound or scream.

"Problem? What's wrong with my dad?" Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.

"When we first got married, he always had trouble remembering things. Sometimes he couldn't even recognize your mother."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's eyes jumped suddenly, and the four words appeared in his mind almost instinctively, and he said them out loud.

"It's too late in the night!?"

Zhang Fan knew that Zhang Lingzong also practiced the [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons]. If he practiced this method, he would surely fall into a catastrophe of great darkness.

Once one falls into this calamity, the biggest characteristic is the loss of cultivation and the disappearance of memory.

Feng Ping'an's description made Zhang Fan instinctively think of the late night.

More than 20 years ago, when my father and mother had just gotten married, they might have fallen into a great darkness! ?

"But after you were born, your father's illness seemed to have never recurred." Feng Ping'an looked at the silent Zhang Fan and said hurriedly.

"After I was born?" Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

By that time, Zhang Lingzong should have escaped the disaster!
Anyone who practices [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons] will experience a decline in cultivation and loss of memory every time they enter the dark night. However, once they escape the calamity, it is as if they were reborn, and their strength increases by leaps and bounds.

Since the birth of this inner alchemy method, there have been very few practitioners. The strongest among them has escaped the disaster of the great night nine times. He has already crossed the three or five changes and become a god on earth.

"but……"

At this moment, Feng Ping'an's voice sounded again, his expression quite solemn.

"Ten years ago, after your mother's accident, your father's old illness seemed to have recurred."

"What?" Zhang Fan's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"He can't remember a lot of things... I heard him say he saw a doctor..."

"Yinshan Ghost Doctor!?"

The scene of visiting the Yinshan Ghost Doctor that day emerged in Zhang Fan's mind. At that time, he thought that Zhang Lingzong was taking him to see a doctor, but the Yinshan Ghost Doctor's granddaughter recalled that when she was a child, it was Zhang Lingzong who came to see a doctor every time.

At that time, Zhang Fan still didn't understand.

"It's late at night? Could it be that dad is in trouble again? "

Zhang Fa's heart was pounding. If this was true, then he could understand why his father took him into hiding and hid in Yujing City for ten whole years without telling him anything.

"Uncle Feng, when was the last time you saw my dad?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Today's trip was not in vain.

"Last month... early this month," Feng Pingan recalled.

"The beginning of last month...was exactly when my dad lost contact." Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

"Uncle Feng, is my father's illness cured? Has he told you about it?"

"Not yet."

Feng Pingan shook his head: "When I saw him last month, he said he was going out to see a doctor, to a faraway place, and might not come back for a while."

Zhang Fan remained silent after hearing this.

This is rather bad news.

He didn't expect that his father was still in danger.

The night was dark and each time was more dangerous than the last. However, it was obviously not the first time that Zhang Lingzong had encountered a calamity. However, he was not like Zhang Fan who had forgotten his past.

He must have his own way to escape.

But in this state, he is still extremely dangerous.

"Xiao Fan... Xiao Fan..."

At this moment, Feng Ping'an's voice rang out again, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"what?"

"You don't have to worry too much. Your father works on the construction site all year round and is in good health." Feng Ping'an whispered, "Maybe he will be better next time he comes back."

"Yes, I know." Zhang Fan nodded: "Uncle Feng, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Since you're here, I'll make you a pancake."

As he spoke, Feng Ping'an lowered his head and tried to light the fire, but no matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't work.

"Uncle, are you out of breath?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ping'an bent over, took out the gas tank from under the stall, and shook it.

"He's really out of breath." Feng Ping'an looked embarrassed.

"Uncle, I'll come and try your cooking next time." Zhang Fan greeted him and turned to leave.

"Uncle is waiting for you, remember to come often."

Feng Ping'an exclaimed softly, watching Zhang Fan's back gradually disappear into the distance. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze and stared at his pancake stall.

"The fifth time... it's not that easy to get better."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Pingan raised his hand and knocked on the iron plate where the pancakes were being made. A wisp of flame rose up, bright and moving! !
(End of this chapter)