Chapter 957: : Jinling Chinese New Year

When did Zhuang Ting’s mother see her husband being so nervous, even the head of the province had never been so nervous, so she already knew in her heart what she should do.
After a while, Zhuang Ting’s mother made a large table of sumptuous dinners, and Zhuang Ting’s father took out a bottle of white wine that looked a little old from the box.
"Leader V, thank you for taking care of this girl in my family over the years. I welcome you again to visit Jinling. As a local native, if you have any help, please speak up, and I will do my best." Leng Fan said as he poured the wine.
"Dad Zhuang Ting, you are too polite." Leng Fan replied.
During the meal, Leng Fan found that Zhuang Ting’s mother didn’t seem to know about Zhuang Ting’s practice in Kunlun Sect, but only thought that Zhuang Ting was studying at a far away university. Therefore, Leng Fan also remained silent on this matter.
"Daddy Zhuang Ting, you are a high-ranking official. I want to find out if there have been any major incidents in Jinling City in recent years? For example, what kind of trouble has happened in Jinling City?" Leng Fan suddenly asked while eating.
Zhuang Ting’s father was silent for a moment, and smiled:
No, the past few years have been quite quiet. Since a few years ago, after a family closed their doors, many families in Jinling have strongly restrained their descendants, so Jinling is now very There are fewer incidents that often occur in other cities."
After hearing these words, Leng Fan's guilt towards the Li family was reduced a little, and the cruelty to the Li family returned to the peaceful life of many ordinary people.
After dinner, the Leng Fan family is about to leave.
"Brother Leng, don't you stay at our house? I've said that, stay at our house for one night." Zhuang Ting asked expectantly.
Leng Fan replied, "No, I just came to see the students in our school. It was just a home visit. Moreover, with so many of us, it really disturbed your home. Thank you very much for your parents' hospitality."
Seeing that Leng Fan's family insisted on leaving, Zhuang Ting couldn't hold back anymore, and replied, "Okay, then I will send you out."
After Zhuang Ting sent them to the gate of the community, she waved goodbye.
Leng Fan hugged the daughter who was already asleep and said, "Jiaqi, this disciple is good. Compared with many disciples in the sect, she is very simple, and is the type of disciple I prefer."
Zhou Jiaqi hugged her son, who fell asleep, and said, "Should you find a hotel now so that we can have a place to stay?"
Leng Fan said, "Isn't that what you should do? You are Mr. Zhou, doesn't Jinling have your hotel?"
Zhou Jiaqi was like him, and then took out her mobile phone.
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On the second day, outside the hotel where Leng Fan was staying, rows of top cars stopped by the roadside.
"What kind of big man is here? The hotel is full of top cars, and all the policemen outside? Is it a high official from Beijing?"
"At least it must be a big man. I saw the police surrounded the hotel last night, and they didn't dare to use the siren. They seemed to worry about disturbing the big man's rest."
"I really want to know what big man came to us?"
A few passers-by were gossiping outside the hotel, while in the hotel, Leng Fan had changed into clean clothes, and they were going to Li's house today with his wife and children.
"Xiao Fan, just now my mother called and said that she was very happy, and the Li family welcomed us home." Zhou Jiaqi said while finishing Leng Fan's collar.
"Forget it, let's go!" Leng Fan said.
The Leng Fan family walked out of the room door, and a large number of people lined up at the door and bowed to them. The management of the hotel and the managers of many branches of the Zhou Group.
"It's really good." Leng Fan smiled.
Zhou Jiaqi smiled and said: "I'm okay, but the people outside are all coming for you. With your identity, you can appear in any city in the country, and the top and second leaders of the place are like acupuncture."
Leng Fan laughed and said, "If we haven't done anything against it, our country's ethos is like this, and we can't change it."
Leng Fan walked downstairs, and there was not a single guest in the entire hotel lobby, because all the guests here were emptied last night.
"Zhou, the car you need is already at the door." The hotel manager walked over with a smile, flattering in front of Zhou Jiaqi.
Zhou Jiaqi nodded and said, "Thank you."
Then they walked out of the hotel door, Leng Fan looked at the traffic police at the entrance of the hotel and asked, "What's the matter? Why are there so many traffic police?"
The manager replied: "This is the local traffic police team. They are responsible for escorting Mr. Zhou to your destination. They clear the way for you along the way to keep you unimpeded."
"I still have this treatment now? Haha..." Leng Fan smiled.
Zhou Jiaqi hummed: "Look at you stupid, don't you know what status you are now?"
Leng Fan continued to laugh.
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An hour later, Leng Fan and his family finally came outside Li's house.
"Dad, is this grandma's home?" The daughter looked at the two characters'Li's House'. She had never seen such a magnificent door, so she was a little excited.
Leng Fan replied, "Yes, but this is not your grandmother's home alone. There are also many dad's elders here. They all live here, so you can't mess around like at home."
"Well, Manni is very obedient." The daughter nodded.
Li Daodong walked out slowly from the gate with a cane, his pale head looked a little decadent, and when he approached Leng Fan and the others, he smiled and said: "Li Er is back, come in quickly."
Leng Fan found that his strength had fallen back to the second-rank supernatural ability, and felt so sorry for him.
"Grandpa didn't continue to practice these years?" Leng Fan asked.
Li Daodong replied: "What are you practicing? I have a handful of old bones, just like that. It's a waste of time and energy. It's better to grow flowers and feed the fishes. The rest of the days are like this. You see, I can live now. How cool."
Leng Fan said: "That's good, quiet."
Li Daodong then asked: "Li Er, grandpa hasn't congratulated you for creating a fairy gate, which opened our ordinary human dream of cultivating immortals."
Leng Fan said: "Cultivation of immortals also depends on fate. In the future, fewer and fewer people will enter the sect. It may not be possible for one person to enter a year.
"That's it! No wonder there are only a dozen disciples recruited this year. Our Li family has visited many people, and none of them were picked by you. Hey! It seems that our Li family really has no successors." Li Daodong sighed. .
Leng Fan didn't respond, but silently looked at the old man who had dedicated his life to the Li family.
After walking for a while, Li Daodong smiled and said: "Li Er, you finally came back. The main reason is to visit your mother? So, I won't bother you today. I will set up a few more tables tomorrow. All the family come, can you?"
Leng Fan smiled and said: "Of course. Grandpa, let's go to mom's side first."
Leng Fan continued to move forward. He found that there were really few people in the Li family now. It seemed that what happened a few years ago had hit them too much.
"Dad, I don't like it here." The daughter said.
Leng Fan looked down at his daughter and said, "This is where my father came from. Manni can't talk nonsense after a while, or your grandma will be angry."
"Dad, why is your last name Leng, and the person here is named Li?" the son suddenly asked.
Leng Fan doesn't know how to answer this question, can't he explain it honestly? At least not now, so he looked at Zhou Jiaqi.
Zhou Jiaqi said to her son: "That's because my dad is incognito, just like the emperor on the TV, who visits him privately. Is my dad very good?"
"Dad is amazing!" The son jumped up excitedly.
Leng Fan smiled awkwardly, thinking in his heart, can he flicker over?
After a while, a figure appeared in the distance, and a woman who looked like a housewife stood at the door.
"Mom, we are back." Zhou Jiaqi shook her hand loudly.
This woman is Leng Fan’s mother, Yuan Qingrong, who has not seen each other for a few years, and she is getting older and older.
"Grandma..." The daughter waved, then got rid of Leng Fan's hand, and ran towards her grandma.
"My dear grandson" Yuan Qingrong knelt down and hugged Manni tightly. She could see that she liked her granddaughter very much.
"Grandma, Manni missed you so much! But grandma came home and was about to leave, why didn't grandma stay with Manni more?" Manni was really good at talking, and Yuan Qingrong's tears rolled.
Leng Fan and Zhou Jiaqi also came.
"Mom, you are old." Leng Fan said.
"I'm old, I should be old." Yuan Qingrong replied, and then she hugged Leng Fan.
"My son! Do you hate your mother?" Yuan Qingrong asked suddenly.
"Why should I hate? Didn't you do anything wrong?" Leng Fan took a deep breath and replied.
Yuan Qingrong said: "Really? I have always thought that I did something wrong all these years. I shouldn't be angry with your decision back then?"
Leng Fan said: "Don't talk about it, go in first. We will all celebrate the New Year here this year."
"Okay, okay, okay, great, this is the best Spring Festival my mother has had in these years." Yuan Qingrong opened her letter very much, pulling her grandson and granddaughter into the courtyard.
When they walked in, they saw a tall figure chopping wood in the yard at first sight.
"The child's father, the children have come back to accompany us for the festival, what are you still chopping for?" Yuan Qingrong shouted to the front. This figure is naturally Leng Fan's father, Li Hao.
Li Hao put down his axe and looked back at Leng Fan and the others.
Leng Fan looked at this father at this time, and there was no hatred in his heart. Maybe he was also a father. He can also have some understanding and consideration in his heart for the things of the year.
"Just come back, I will cook later." Li Hao said.
Yuan Qingrong smiled and said, "I don't care about him, he has been like this all these years."
Leng Fan asked, "Has he not practiced in these years?"
Yuan Qingrong nodded and said, "He said no, all these years, except for chopping wood, he was cooking, and then going fishing outside. I don't know if this is good or bad for him."
Leng Fan asked, "Is there any news from sister over the years?"
Yuan Qingrong shook her head and replied: "When your sister left, she told us that she would not contact us because she was worried that her frequent contact would expose us to her enemies, so she would not take the initiative to contact us. "
When she said this, her tears fell again.
Leng Fan knew the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals, and how he could become the enemy's target. When he went to the world of cultivating immortals, he was worried that his relatives would be discovered by the enemy, so he wandered in the world of cultivating incognito.
"Mom, I will visit her when I have time." Leng Fan said.
"Okay, okay, I will cook a few dishes that she likes then, and you will help bring them. That child is also suffering, I don't know how well these years are?" Yuan Qingrong said.
"Grandma, what is this?" Manni found a top from somewhere in her hand.
When Leng Fan saw the spinning top, a scene immediately appeared in his mind. His sister took herself to play spinning tops in a square, so she also had a fight with other children.
"Manni, I teach you to play this, it's fun." Leng Fan said.
"Can this be played? Then Manni wants to play." Manni jumped and said.
Leng Fan found a whip, then stood in the middle of the yard, and said, "Look, this top plays like this."
"Plack" a clear whip hit the ground, and the top spins quickly on the ground.
"Wow..." Son Guanghui was excited, because this thing was originally played by boys, and now the children don't know this, only the previous children used a spinning top as a baby toy.
"I'll come, I'll come" Guanghui rushed over.
"Dad, I'll come, I'll come." Guanghui raised his hand excitedly.
Leng Fan gave him the whip and said, "Come on! For this top to rotate, you must master the skills. You have to face the top..."
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In the evening, still in this yard, the family was sitting around the table, which was full of food.
"Li Er, this is the cooking that your father has learned over the years, do you know? When he first entered the kitchen, he didn't even know the spatula, haha..." Yuan Qingrong smiled.
Leng Fan didn't expect that his father, whom he had not seen for a few years, would have given up cultivating supernatural powers and became a family leader.
Leng Fan took a bite of the pork with Mei Cai, his mind was full of memories, the taste in the memory.
"It's delicious, I haven't eaten such a good dish for many years." Leng Fan said.
After Li Hao heard these words, a smile leaked from his stiff face.
"Manni, can't you be a little ladylike?" Zhou Jiaqi complained about her daughter's eating like robbing.
And Leng Fan said to Li Hao at this time: "Dad, thank you!"
Everyone was stunned at this moment, because Leng Fan had never shouted this word to Li Hao since he returned.
Li Hao was dumbfounded, his expression in a trance.
"You are stupid! My son is talking to you, but you are..." Yuan Qingrong cried, tears slipping from her eyes, and finally hugged Zhou Jiaqi.
Leng Fan went on to say: "I won't talk about the previous things, and our family will live a good life in the future. If your two elders are willing, we will go to CD together after the New Year, and we will live together in the future."