Xiaoliu's name is Xiaoliu. Xiaoliu almost died on the day she was born. The villagers said that the reputation was cheap and easy to support, so Daliu did not even name his precious daughter, but just called it "Xiaoliu".

In the village, it is not strange that a girl has no name.

Zhou Fan was so amused and crying that Xiao Liu said, as if he was dead, but he was more concerned about: "Why did you pat my head?"

Xiao Liu retracted her hand, bent her index finger slightly and scratched her white cheeks and smiled: "Afan, when I was a child, I would pat your head and make you behave, can you forget this?"

Zhou Fan was suffocated, and then he remembered that this woman who looked like a child was one year older than him. "Even if that's the case, but I'm so old, how can I just slap my head?"

"If you don't let the film, you won't shoot. If you lose your memory, you will still be so stingy." Xiao Liu muttered.

Zhou Fan found that the topic was wrong, so he quickly corrected: "Xiao Liu, do you really understand what I said? Do you know what it means to be a widow or remarry?"

Xiao Liu nodded his head and said, "Of course I know that there is a widow next door to my house. She takes care of her husband's parents alone. If you remarry, you will die. I will marry another man. But I have discussed with my father that I will not marry again, but stay at home to take care of Uncle Yimu and Aunt Guifeng, just like that widow."

"Afan, don't worry, I will take good care of your father and your mother." Xiao Liu's words were no different from Zhou Fan's death.

Zhou Fan was completely choked. He didn't expect Xiao Liu to really understand. Zhou Fan suddenly got angry. He didn't understand why Xiao Liu could say so lightly.

If my sister grows up and wants to marry a man who has lived a life for a few years, Zhou Fan will definitely try his best to stop him. Even if he uses all his methods to do nothing for his future happiness, he suspects that he will kill the man in the end!

Zhou Fan smiled bitterly and said, "It turns out that you know everything, but Xiao Liu, you don't like me. I don't understand why you insist on marrying me so much? If Uncle Da Liu forced you, I would find a way to convince him."

"How could Dad force me?" Xiao Liu was so angry that she bulged her cheeks. She glared at Zhou Fan, "It's said that I voluntarily. The birthday issue you worry about is not a problem at all. Whether you die early or late, I have to marry you. If you die early, I will be a widow for you. If I die late, I will live with you for the rest of my life."

If the girl he liked said this to him, Zhou Fan would definitely be very moved, but if Xiao Liu said this, he didn't know what to say.

"As for what's the reason you asked?" Xiao Liu looked up at the clear sky, and his voice became softer. "Afan, Dad has always taught me that we should value love and friendship. How could we suddenly run away halfway through the way we have made a marriage since we were young?"

"So..." Xiao Liu stretched out her green index finger and pointed at her round chin, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I'm going to marry you!"

Xiaoliu left, and before leaving, he asked Zhou Fan to persuade Zhou Yimu and his wife, saying that she would find a way out.

Zhou Fan completely gave up, Xiao Liu completely inherited Da Liu's character. She didn't like Zhou Fan, and she also wanted to marry herself with love and friendship. What else could he say when facing someone with such a simple and stubborn logic?

He can't say to Xiao Liu, "Nothing is more important than your own feelings. You have to marry someone you like." For most people in this era, this is simply the most useless trash talk.

At least Zhou Fan understood that Xiao Liu's brain would definitely not listen to it.

Xiao Liu, who was first meeting, was both pedantic and a little...cute in Zhou Fan's eyes.

After Xiaoliu left, Zhou Fan sat by the door without moving. The man just looked up at the new owner, then put the dog's head on the ground, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

Zhou Fan closed his eyes. Xiao Liu's face that looked very similar to his sister reminded him of many things. He was in a daze and had no intention of practicing again.

He didn't understand why there were such similar people in the world?

If Xiao Liu appeared in her previous life, Zhou Fan might still doubt whether she had any connection with her sister, but in this world...

His personalities are completely different. Reason tells Zhou Fan that the two cannot be related. When he thinks of this, Zhou Fan's heart ached faintly, just as the greatest hope appeared and was disillusioned in his life. He had already tasted this feeling of despair, but no one was willing to taste it again and again.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhou Fan rubbed his face and hid his mind. He thought it was Xiao Liu who was returning, but he looked up and saw Zhou Yimu.

"Dad, why are you back?" Zhou Fan asked in surprise. Zhou Yimu has only been away from home for more than an hour, so why has he been back?

Zhou Yimu did not ask his son what he was doing in front of the door, but he just said lightly: "Come with me, someone is going to die."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment before he realized that his father said that someone was about to die, and his face immediately became serious.

He asked his father before, and he wanted to see how a long life ghost would kill him before he died, but he didn't expect to see it so soon.

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...

Zhou Fan followed Zhou Yimu to a house in Sanqiu Village.

The house cut from yellow mud bricks is very dilapidated, with most of the black tiles on the top being lifted open, which is obviously an abandoned house.

There were about a dozen adults of different ages and genders surrounded in front of the door of the house, most of which showed sad expressions on their faces.

"The custom in the village is that people cannot live in a yang house after death, so they are arranged here. Don't talk nonsense later. I will arrange everything for you." Zhou Yimu grabbed Zhou Fan's arm and whispered.

Zhou Fan nodded.

With Zhou Yimu and the others coming, a man like an old farmer in his 50s walked out of the crowd.

"Uncle Qing." Zhou Yimu bowed and praised.

Uncle Qing's face was low. He just looked at Zhou Fan with a pitiful look before saying to Zhou Yimu: "Yimu, are you really willing to pay this money?"

Zhou Yimu took out the purse from his arms and handed it to Uncle Qing and said, "There are fifty copper coins that have been agreed upon in it."

Zhou Fan realized when he saw this that his father spent fifty copper coins to provide him with such an opportunity.

Uncle Qing weighed the weight of the purse with his hand and nodded, "Go in, but let's say it first. No matter what you see, it will scare your child, and we are not responsible."

"This is natural." Zhou Yimu said, and he looked back at Zhou Fan and signaled Zhou Fan to follow him.

Zhou Fan followed Zhou Yimu and walked forward. The people in front made a way. These people recognized Zhou Yimu and also knew from this that Zhou Fan was the short-lived species of the Zhou family. After all, they were all present when they tied their hair that day.

Zhou Fan ignored the gazes that fell on him, he just looked at the closed door of the abandoned house.
Chapter completed!