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He was actually asked to deliver something to the little girl from the Shu family?

He Fang did not take the basket, but put his hand on Song Yan's shoulder and asked ambiguously: "Brother, tell me the truth, do you have any feelings for Miss Shu?"

"How is that possible?" Song Yan denied immediately, "Brother He, please don't talk nonsense, or you will ruin the girl's reputation."

He Fang was a little bit unconvinced. If he didn't like that girl, why was he so attentive?

Seeing that He Fang was still looking at her with suspicion, Song Yan repeatedly emphasized that she really did not like Shu Changyu.

He admitted that he was sometimes attracted by Shu Changyu's beautiful face, but anyone who saw Shu Changyu's face would be confused.

And he knew very well that falling in love with Shu Changyu would not have good results.

Song Yan didn't want to end up with a sad ending like Lin Yifeng in the novel.

Seeing Song Yan's frank eyes, He Fang had no choice but to believe that he really didn't like Shu Changyu.

"There is another one in it for you and sister-in-law." Song Yan said again.

It smelled pretty good, so He Fang took the basket, looked inside, and asked, "What is it?"

"I made these croissants myself." Song Yan replied.

Seeing this, He Fang didn't bother to be polite with him and said, "Well, I'll help you take it there later. But why don't you take it there yourself? It's only a quarter of an hour's walk."

Song Yan said awkwardly: "I just offended the Xiaoli Village. I'm afraid they will beat me to death if I go there."

He Fang suddenly remembered and said, "No wonder you don't dare to go to Xiaoli Village. Did your village produce a tiger-killing hero?"

"I heard before that the warrior who killed the tiger was from Xiaoli Village. My wife went back to her parents' home and asked, and then she found out that it was from your Zhangjia Village. The officials came to deliver the plaque that day, and it was a lively occasion."

The entire town is so small that even the smallest matter can be known to the whole town, not to mention something like killing a tiger, which is a rare event that only happens once in decades.

"I heard that the warrior is three meters tall, has a ghost face and fangs, and can eat three large pots of food in one meal..."

Song Yan was speechless: "Brother, where did you hear that?"

He Fang said, "I heard it from the people in Zhangjia Village. They said it was said by the hero's sister herself."

It must be Arya’s doing.

"Brother, don't believe the rumors out there, they're not that exaggerated." Song Yan said.

He Fang said quickly: "Xiao Song, do you know the warrior who killed the tiger? Tell me about him."

"it is me."

He Fang didn't react for a moment: "What did you say?"

Song Yan pointed at himself and said word by word: "I said, the warrior who beat the tiger is me."

He Fang laughed and said, "Don't joke around, brother."

Song Yan pulled up his trouser legs to show him the scar on his calf, and then explained: "I'm not kidding, it's a complicated matter. I didn't kill the tiger, I just took the blame for someone else. But Brother He, don't spread this."

Seeing the scar on his calf, He Fang finally believed it.

He Fang wanted to know more details, so Song Yan picked out some things to tell him.

Shu Changyu's name was hidden, and it was only said that an unknown hero appeared and saved him, but because it was inconvenient for him to show up, he was given a name.

After hearing this, He Fang couldn't help but feel scared: "Thank God, you are okay."

After chatting for a while, Song Yan said goodbye. He went to the street to buy 20 kilograms of wheat flour, then went to the silk shop to find Uncle Dazhu, and returned to the village together.

After Song Yan left, He Fang immediately closed the shop, borrowed a donkey cart from someone else, and rushed to Xiaoli Village without stopping.

When he arrived at Xiaoli Village, he didn't even enter Yue's house, but went to Shu's house first. After knocking on the door and entering, he found that the family was having dinner.

He Fang joked: "I came at a really bad time."

Both Mr. and Mrs. Shu recognized him as the son-in-law from the neighboring family and asked, "Is it Xiulan who is back?"

"No, no," He Fang said, picking up the bamboo basket in his hand, "Song Yan asked me to bring the things to Miss Shu."

When Shu's mother heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "It turned out that Xiao Song came to deliver something."

After hearing Song Yan's name, Shu Changyu raised his eyes slightly and said, "Give me the things."

He Fang put the basket directly on the table: "Then I will go back first and won't disturb you from eating."

Shu's mother politely asked, "Mr. Li, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

"You're welcome, auntie. I'm going to my in-laws' house for dinner. It's a rare opportunity for me to come here, so it would be wrong not to come in." He Fang said with a smile and walked out.

"In that case, we won't force you to stay." Shu Wen saw He Fang out and handed him a box of snacks he had just bought from town. "Please run a little and take these snacks back with you."

He Fang couldn't refuse, so he accepted it.

As soon as He Fang left, Mrs. Wu looked into the bamboo basket and asked, "Why is Xiao Song bringing me something?"

I only smelled an enticing aroma, and before I could see what was inside, the bamboo basket had already been picked up by Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu stood up and said, "Dad and Mom, you guys eat, I'm going into the house."

Father Shu saw that there was still some rice left in his bowl and asked with concern, "Changyu, you don't want to eat anymore?"

Shu Changyu said lazily: "I'm full."

Seeing him go back into the house, Mrs. Wu pretended to complain, "This kid ran so fast, as if he was afraid that I would steal his things."

Everyone at the table laughed, except Shu Dabao, who pouted and said unhappily, "I can smell it. It's a delicious snack. The boss must have hidden it and eaten it himself."

Mrs. Wu smiled and coaxed him: "Don't be angry, dear. Mom will make you fried noodles tomorrow. Let's not fight with him for it this time, okay?"

Father Shu sighed, "It's rare for Changyu to have a close friend. Next time Xiao Song comes, remember to be polite to him."

Shu Changwen said helplessly: "I'm afraid Xiao Song won't dare to come to our village for a while."

The others were stunned when they heard this, then they realized what was happening and couldn't help but feel confused and amused.

Tonight is the sixteenth night, the moon is hanging high in the sky, and the ground seems to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

The mountains in the distance have clear outlines under the moonlight, just like an ink painting.

Shu Changyu was dressed in black and stood in front of the Song family's gate for a long time without moving. Suddenly, his ears trembled slightly, as if he had sensed something unusual.

He walked quietly to the corner, pressed close to the bamboo wall, his figure almost blending into the darkness.

Several footsteps approached from afar, followed by a hoarse voice: "Is this the place?"

"Yes, it's this one." Zhang Dashan said tremblingly.

Someone advised: "Brother Qin, I heard that this man is three feet tall and extremely strong, and can kill a big tiger with his bare hands. Why don't we just forget it? It's not worth losing our lives here for just fifty taels of silver."

Zhang Dashan hid aside like a quail and dared not speak.

Two days ago, he was working in the fields when suddenly someone asked him for directions and asked him if he knew where the tiger-killing hero's home was.

Zhang Dashan saw that they looked fierce and knew that they had bad intentions, so he showed them the way.

Unexpectedly, these people came to him again tonight and asked him about the specific situation of the Song family.

Zhang Dashan told the truth, but the group of people were still not satisfied and forced him to come along.

Zhang Dashan couldn't help but tremble with fear. The worst thing he had ever done in his life was that time he went to the Song family to steal a sheep. Not only did he fail, he was beaten up and thrown into the toilet.

Having never dealt with such desperate criminals before, he was so frightened that his legs and feet were shaking.

Brother Qin said with disdain: "I want to see if this tiger-fighting hero is as powerful as the rumors say."

He turned to someone and ordered, "Dongzi, go pry the door open."

In the darkness, Shu Changyu raised a charming smile at the corner of his mouth, and then slowly drew out the soft sword.

In an instant, he seemed like a bloodthirsty demon walking out of the darkness, his sword slashing and blood splattering on the corner of his clothes.

There was one thing Song Yan said that was wrong. He didn't only wear white clothes. After nightfall, he was more accustomed to changing into black clothes. After all, black clothes stained with blood were not easy to be noticed.

Those people fell to the ground and died with their eyes open without even uttering a wail.

Um? There is still one.

Shu Changyu walked up to Zhang Dashan with a sword in hand.

Zhang Dashan had collapsed to the ground, panic-stricken, with a wet spot at his crotch.

He knelt down and begged for mercy, his forehead banging loudly: "I was forced to come here by them, please let me go."

"Shh." Shu Changyu raised his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Keep your voice down."

Zhang Dashan covered his mouth tightly with his hands, not daring to make any sound. Tears streamed down his face, covering the back of his hands.

"You're so obedient." Shu Changyu raised the soft sword and put it against his neck, "Then I'll reward you with a quick death."

Zhang Dashan was so frightened that he almost fainted. In that split second between life and death, his clumsy mind suddenly became clear, and he said hastily, "Everyone in the village knows that there is a dispute between me and the Song family. If I die in an unclear way, my mother will definitely not let the Song family go."

The moonlight was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and everything returned to darkness.

Shu Changyu tilted his head, his pair of black eyes shone a thin and cold light in the dark night, and his tone was slightly cold: "Oh, is that so."