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five years ago……

Song Yan asked, "Sister-in-law, are you sure it happened five years ago?"

Li Xiulan nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it was five years ago, when your brother He asked a matchmaker to come to propose marriage. I remember it clearly."

Suddenly being fed a mouthful of dog food, if it were any other time, Song Yan would definitely have made a few jokes, but today he was in a bad mood, so he just smiled faintly and then fell into deep thought.

Five years ago, Shu Changyu was only about thirteen years old.

The benefits of re-reading the novel carefully became apparent at this moment. Song Yan recalled what happened to Shu Changyu five years ago almost without thinking.

The author did not spend much time on the year when the heroine was thirteen years old, but a major event happened at the beginning of the year.

The novel describes that it was the Lantern Festival and Shu Changyu went to Yunshan County to watch the lantern festival. Unfortunately, she encountered robbers on the way. The heroine was kidnapped and seriously injured in the fight with the robbers.

This plot is only mentioned briefly in the text. If Song Yan had not read it carefully word by word this time, he would probably have ignored these paragraphs.

After watching this scene, Song Yan felt a strong sense of disharmony in her heart.

Isn't the heroine the most favored of all, a daughter of heaven? How could she be injured by the robbers and even almost beyond rescue?

The article also does not reveal the identity of the robbers or their final fate.

There is no cause, process, or result, which completely fails to meet the basic elements of writing.

What's more, the Shu family dotes on the heroine so much, how could they let a little girl go to the county town alone?

This is obviously unreasonable.

This plot seems like something the author wrote down when he dozed off in the middle of the night, and had completely forgotten it when he woke up the next day.

But Song Yan was inexplicably concerned in her heart. Who was so cruel as to do such a vicious thing to a thirteen-year-old girl?

Shu Changyu must have been seriously injured at that time. No wonder the original text did not describe the plot of that year in detail. It is estimated that Shu Changyu spent most of his time recuperating in bed.

Thinking of this, Song Yan couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He suddenly remembered Shu Changyu's answer when he questioned him about the reason for murder that day.

"Because he deserves to die, of course."

Could the madman killed by Shu Changyu be related to Shu Changyu's serious injury?

Although it was a bit far-fetched to forcefully link these two events together, Song Yan always had a hunch that the madman's sudden madness must have something to do with Shu Changyu.

Song Yan thought for a moment and asked again: "Sister-in-law, do you know the name of that madman?"

"Let me think about it." Li Xiulan recalled and said, "It seems that his surname is Nan, and his name is Nan Yikang."

Nan Yi Kang.

This name never appears in the text.

Song Yan silently memorized the name and said to Li Xiulan gratefully, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"What's there to thank me for such a small thing? You're too polite, Xiao Song." Li Xiulan said with a smile.

Song Yan smiled slightly, lowered her head and took a sip of the cold tea.

He Fang looked at him, listless yet trying to muster up spirits, and exchanged a glance with Li Xiulan.

Li Xiulan smiled helplessly and nodded.

Song Yan was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice the eye contact between the two.

With his wife's tacit consent, He Fang finally said, "Xiao Song, it's rare for you to come here today. I'd like to invite you out for a drink. How about that?"

Song Yan was in a bad mood, so she didn't refuse and smiled embarrassedly at Li Xiulan.

Li Xiulan said generously, "Go quickly, just don't come back too late."

He Fang took Song Yan to a restaurant in the town, which happened to be the one Song Yan had been to before, on the riverside, opposite Hongqi Tower.

"Waiter, bring two jars of Bamboo Leaf Green Tea and send them to the private room upstairs."

As the voice fell, He Fang and Song Yan walked into the private room on the second floor and sat down by the window.

Soon, the waiter came up quickly with two jars of wine and several plates of exquisite side dishes.

He Fang couldn't wait to open the jar of wine, and a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves immediately filled the air.

He quickly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Song Yan: "Come on, brother, we won't go home until we are drunk today!"

Song Yan took the wine glass and took a sip.

The alcohol content of Bamboo Leaf Green was higher than he had imagined. As soon as the drink took a sip, he felt a burning sensation rushing up his throat.

He was choked by the sudden spiciness and started coughing. He covered his mouth and tears were about to come out.

"Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry." Seeing this, He Fang quickly poured him another cup of tea.

However, Song Yan didn't even look at the cup of tea. He poured himself another glass of wine, frowned, and drank it all in one gulp.

This time he drank slower. The wine tasted slightly bitter at first, and immediately a medicinal smell rushed into his nose. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out, and finally he swallowed it down his throat with difficulty.

Seeing him like this, He Fang picked up a piece of pickled cucumber for him and said, "Don't just drink. Come, eat some food to calm down the alcohol."

Song Yan took a bite of the cucumber. It was sour and delicious, and instantly relieved the discomfort in her throat.

His frown gradually relaxed: "This wine is too bitter and not good to drink."

He Fang laughed: "This Bamboo Leaf Green Tea has a mellow taste, but it's a little spicy. You may not be used to it at first, but you will be fine after drinking a few more cups."

Song Yan poured another glass of wine and looked down at the golden liquid in the glass, which was crystal clear and had a hint of green.

He sniffed it gently, and in addition to the aroma of Fenjiu, there was also the unique fragrance of medicinal infusion.

He took another sip and savored it carefully. The wine tasted slightly bitter at first, but had a sweet aftertaste, with a faint aroma of bamboo leaves. It was indeed a good wine.

However, Song Yan's alcohol tolerance was average to begin with, and the alcohol content of Bamboo Leaf Green was quite high, so after just a few drinks, he felt dizzy and his cheeks flushed slightly.

Seeing that he was getting drunker, He Fang asked tentatively, "Xiao Song, have you been worried about anything recently? If you are unhappy, you can talk to me."

Song Yan thought of what happened a few days ago, and her eyes became red: "I thought he was a good person, but I didn't expect he was lying to me..."

When He Fang heard this, he guessed that this boy was probably deceived.

As a person who has experienced this, he comforted her: "Xiao Song, listen to my advice. There are many better women in the world. Since she has betrayed you, let's find a better one and make her regret it!"

Song Yan was already a little tipsy at this time, his brain was slow to react, and he could only barely understand the second half of He Fang's sentence.

One Shu Changyu has already exhausted him, so why bother finding another one?

He shook his head repeatedly, and said with some fear: "I won't look for it anymore, I won't look for it anymore..."

He Fang sighed secretly. It seemed that Xiao Song was deeply in love with that girl. This was not good.

He then asked, "Can you tell me about that girl?"

Song Yan held the wine jar and muttered incoherently: "Damn bad thing..."

Suddenly, there was a sobbing sound from the next room: "I was so good to him, but he left without even leaving a letter. If I hadn't come to look for him, I wouldn't have known that he had left..."

He Fang sighed softly: "Alas, it seems that this is another infatuated person trapped by love..."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.