Jian Xiang's attitude became clear and concise. Mr. Xie no longer mentioned the theme of his trip, but only talked about the old people and the old things to Jian Xiang. In the past, he talked about the sunset. Jian Xiang went back to Chengdu City. Mr. Xie sat for a while before going back to his residence to rest.

The next day, Jian Xiang did not come again. Mr. Xie only wandered around Qingxu Temple, went to the back mountain to see the scenery and drank tea, and talked to several old Taoists in the temple to Taoism. He looked very leisurely and at ease.

He must be not the only one who came to Shu, but he didn't know who else came. He didn't know. His trip was for Jian Xiang, and he didn't know who the others came for.

However, no matter who comes or whom he wants to wait for, waiting for Jian Xiang to come to him again.

The old aunt who was in charge of the An family was accompanied by Wang Qi, and one day later than Mr. Xie, quietly entered Chengdu City.

The group stayed in the inn. Wang Yan took a servant out, walked as a car, and went to Fan's mansion not far from the inn.

The gate of Fan Mansion was closed, and people were entering and leaving the side door next to him. Four or five gatekeepers sat on benches and chatted, feeling at ease and free.

Wang Yan walked to the side door, bowed to several gatekeepers, and asked with a smile: "Master Fan is in the mansion?"

"What's wrong?" Several concierges looked at Wang Yan.

"If you have a letter, please hand it over to Mr. Fan." Wang Yan sent out a letter with a varnished and handed it to the doorman.

"Wait." The concierge looked Wang Guan again with some confusion, took the letter, and trotted in.

Not long after, the doorman was in front and a servant followed behind him, jogging and coming out quickly.

When the doorman saw Wang Yan standing at the door slowly shaking his folding fan, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways and gave up the servant, smiling with a smile on his face, "It's this master."

"Our old man asked you to come in and talk." The servant stepped forward and bowed to Wang Yan to the end, with his attitude and words very respectful and polite.

Wang Yan responded with a smile, followed the servant, walked into the back garden, passed half of the garden, and entered a quiet courtyard.

After passing the Hanghuamen, Wang Yan saw an old man in his sixties or seventies standing under the silhouette of the house facing him. Seeing that he was dressed, he should be Mr. Fan.

Old Master Fan stared at Wang Guan who was bowing from afar and then walked over tightly, and kept watching Wang Guan walk in front of him.

Old Master Fan waved his hand and turned away from the servant, looking at Wang Guan who stood up after bowing again, "Are you Wang San's grandson who had injured his leg?"

"Yes." Wang Yan bowed and should be.

His grandfather, Wang, walked three times.

"Where is she now?" Old Master Fan shook the letter in his hand.

"Ping An Inn now."

Old Master Fan frowned, after a while, he only sighed and waved to Wang Yan, "You go back first."

Wang Yan's smile remained unchanged, and he bowed and retreated until he left Fan's mansion and turned aside, and then he lowered his face.

Judging from Mr. Fan's attitude, I am afraid that Aunt An's plan will be disappointed. If this step is in vain, it will be difficult to go down.

Wang Yan returned to the inn, and Aunt An had already combed her hair again, changed her clothes, and was sitting upright drinking tea.

"Girl, Mr. Fan seems..."

"Did you see him?" Aunt An interrupted Wang Jing and asked.

"Yes, when asked where you are, just..."

"Well, that's fine. You go and wash and take a good rest. I'm afraid I'll be busy tomorrow." Aunt An interrupted Wang Jing again.

This time, Wang Yan did not struggle to speak anymore, bowed and responded, turned around and went in, but did not walk far away, standing at the bottom of his feet and listening to the movements.

In just a moment, a sound of footsteps approached from the outside, and a middle-aged man's voice sounded: "The old man told the young man to come over and invite his aunt."

"Yeah, let's go."

Wang Yan took a hurry and pressed against the door frame. He watched Aunt An stand up and followed the middle-aged man out of the inn. He stood there for a moment and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The grandmother told him that my aunt was a very certain person and just let him follow her instructions. He should not have to worry about leaving.

A small green silk car brought by the middle-aged man was parked in the gate of the small courtyard of Grandma An inn. Grandma An got in the car. The middle-aged man got in front of the car and drove Daqing who was pulling the cart and left the inn.

The car was not too fast, and walked along the bustling streets, passed a lake, and parked into a very deserted teahouse on the other side of the lake.

Aunt An got out of the car, looked at Old Master Fan who was standing facing her, looked up and down for a long time, smiled and sighed, "You are old."

"You are still like that." Old Master Fan's voice was not very steady, "It's been decades in a flash."

"It's only been twenty years, and I don't feel like it's going to be slow every day." Aunt An and Old Master Fan walked forward slowly.

"Days are hard?" Old Master Fan looked at Aunt An.
Chapter completed!