Zhou Fan's mind was blank. I don't know who knocked on the door. His bones seemed to be trembling slightly. He was afraid of the knocker.

There were three more acoustic sounds.

"Afan, have you slept?" A mellow man's voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment and replied: "No, who are you?"

"I'm A Yao, can't you even hear my voice?" The man's voice smiled relaxedly, "I'm in."

Zhou Fan did not respond, and then there was a "click" sound of the door lock opening, and the door was pushed open.

The man walked in and took a few steps. Under the light, Zhou Fan realized that he was a middle-aged man with a simple face.

This is Ayao.

But for some reason, the honest face illuminated by the dim butter lamp seemed to be covered with a faint shadow, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"Afan, I'm bringing you food." Ayao raised the mahogany food box in his hand and smiled.

His smile diluted the gloomy feeling that seemed to not exist.

Zhou Fan looked at A Yao silently.

"Why, you must be hungry, right?" A Yao smiled. He opened the lid of the food box and brought out a plate of dumplings, and another plate of dumplings.

Two plates of dumplings and transparent dumpling skins, you can see that one plate is mixed with red meat and yellow corn, and one plate is mixed with green vegetable leaves.

"Your favorite corn dumplings and leek dumplings." Ayao said with a smile, and he took out a small plate of seasoning from the food box.

The seasoning is made of chili oil, light soy sauce, aged vinegar, chopped green onion, garlic paste, sesame oil and salt in a certain proportion.

Zhou Fan felt hungry, so he picked up the wooden chopsticks handed by Ayao, picked up a corn dumpling and dipped it in his dressings, put it in his mouth. The skin was thin and the filling was tender, and the spicy and salty seasonings were mixed with the flavor. The taste was very unique, but the most delicious thing was the meat filling, which almost made him swallow his tongue.

He didn't bother to speak, and the wooden chopsticks quickly grabbed dumplings and ate them.

"Is it delicious?" A Yao asked with a smile, "Afan is wondering why it was me, not Xiaolian today?"

Zhou Fan subconsciously nodded, and he looked at A Yao.

Xiaolian often brings food for him, and of course Ayao will come here occasionally.

"Xiao Lian is not here anymore. She will have to wait a moment before coming." A Yao winked at Zhou Fan with ambiguous smile. He asked again, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Zhou Fan had already finished a plate, and the second plate was almost over. He nodded and answered honestly.

"Afan, these are the stuffing made of meat sauce made from those unborn babies mixed with corn or leeks. Isn't it fresh and tender?" A Yao's face still had a honest smile.

Zhou Fan's right chopsticks trembled slightly, and the dumplings he was holding fell on the table. His face showed a look of fear, and his stomach was filled with a wave of nausea and sour water. He just had enough to spit out all the dumplings he had eaten.

"Just kidding." A Yao changed his words with a smile, "How could this be the baby's flesh? You won't take it seriously, are you?"

Zhou Fan did not spit it out, but he no longer had the appetite to continue eating, but put down the chopsticks.

Seeing that Zhou Fan did not eat anymore, Ayao got up and started talking to Zhou Fan while tidying up the tableware.

After packing the tableware, A Yao seemed to subconsciously glance at the black curtain in the room. He withdrew his gaze. Before Zhou Fan could speak, he muttered something unauthorized and smiled: "You know there is something to do, I have to leave, I will see you next time."

Ayao turned around, and he walked towards the wooden door with the food box.

Only then did Zhou Fan notice that Ayao's left leg was limping, and it turned out that he was a cripple man.

Zhou Fan felt a little touched in his heart. He couldn't remember the reason why A Yao was lame.

Ayao pushed open the door and walked out, and in an instant he was the only one left here.

But Xiaolian is coming soon, and he will not be alone for too long.

A slight sound of puff puff puff puff suddenly sounded in the darkness, which surprised him suddenly. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. The sound came from the curtain on the left.

The curtain swayed slightly, as if something was slapped at the shady curtain.

His whole body was cold, and his heart seemed to jump out of his mouth. The curtain... What exactly is inside the curtain?

Awkward… The knock on the door was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

Because of this knock on the door, the black curtain stopped shaking.

"Afan, it's me." This is the soft voice of a woman, "Can I come in?"

Xiaolian is here.

"Xiao Lian, come in quickly." He shouted out quickly.

Xiaolian's arrival quickly faded into his fear.

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a woman walked towards this side with something in her arms.

It was not until he approached the place where the lights were shining that Zhou Fan saw Xiaolian clearly.

Xiaolian's face is clear and light makeup on her face adds a bit of neither salty nor light charm to her.

She was holding a square ash wooden box, which was as high as an adult's knees, and it was very difficult for her to carry it.

She placed the ash wooden box on the floor beside the table, making a dull sound, then clapped her hands and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Why are you so scared?"

"What seems to be inside the curtain?" Zhou Fan pointed at the curtain with a panic look on his face.

"How is this possible?" Xiaolian shook her head with a faint smile on her face, "There is a window there. It was Feng who came in through the window that scared you, the coward."

"So it's the wind." He sighed with relief.

"Or what do you think it is?" Xiaolian's face became clearer and more beautiful under the light.

But when Zhou Fan looked at this face, for some reason, he felt as if cold water was pouring on his heart, bringing him a strange chill.

"Am I beautiful?" Xiaolian asked with a smile.

"Beautiful." Zhou Fan nodded mechanically.

"Is that beautiful than yesterday?" Xiaolian asked again.

"Beautiful than yesterday." Zhou Fan smiled, not knowing why he was laughing at this time.

"Why can't you talk?" Xiaolian pointed at his forehead with her white onion-like jade, and said angrily: "That means I was ugly yesterday."

Zhou Fan realized that he had said the wrong thing, smiled awkwardly, looked at the ash wooden box sitting on the floor and asked: "What is inside the box?"

Xiaolian was slightly stunned and said, "Don't you know? You asked me to bring it yesterday."

"Did I ask you to bring it?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, he had no memory at all.

"You must be teasing me." Xiaolian giggled: "If you forget, then think about it again, otherwise you can guess. Did Ayao deliver you food?"

"I just gave it away, but later he left again if he had something to do." Zhou Fan did not ask about the box again, but answered Xiaolian's question.

"Then he shouldn't be back for a long time." Xiaolian's face showed a blushing look, "Afan, wait."

"What are you waiting for?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment.

Xiaolian glared at Zhou Fan in shame, as if she was blaming him for asking questions knowingly.

She didn't say anything anymore, but instead gently untied her floral belt with her jade hand, and loosened her red skirt with a pair of collars, revealing a faint green strapless breast.
Chapter completed!