C110 (2/2)

< p > ”What?”

In Duan Hong's mind, the image of a chubby youth with two small eyes and a chubby face always had a smile on his face. When he was young, he would always carry a little pig in his arms.

< p > ”Where?”

Duan Hong's voice was somewhat excited.

Fatty, my brother, are you alright after not seeing you for six years?

Zhu Shan said. ”Southern Domain, in front of Duan Tu Hu's tombstone.”

< p > ”I'll be right over.”

Duan Hong hung up, pulled down the stall, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

When Duan Hong returned to Duan Jia Village, he found out from Zhu Shan that Fatty's family had been exterminated, and Fatty had followed his example and ran away.

Six years had passed, and he was back, wondering how everything was going.

Duan Hong's heartbeat rose along with the speed of the car.

At first, Duan Tu Hu was a pig slaughterer, but this person was extremely shrewd. Along with the waves of reform and opening up, his small business turned from a small pork stall into a store, and finally into a chain store.

The first person to buy a coloured television set using Duan Family Villa, the first to use a pager, the first to use a mobile phone, as early as Duan Hong's very young age, he already owned the first Santana car.

His son was one of Duan Hong's good brothers. Fatty Duan Datong, if you put it like this, he should be a rich second generation.

As for why Duan Tu Hu was killed, no one knew. Zhu Shan's guess might have something to do with the Lao Xu's family, because the Duan Tu Clan set up a plot of land in the south to build a pig farm. This plot of land was right next to the Lao Xu's house.

Just based on this point, it could not be determined that this was the doing of the Lao Xu, so there had to be evidence.

Duan Hong urgently wanted to see the fatty. The southern region was not far from the Duan Family Villa, in just a few minutes, Duan Hong arrived in a field and parked his car.

Using his memories, he dashed towards the place where Fatty Hai resided. Very far away, he saw Zhu Shan's wide and broad figure as well as a short and fat person kneeling in front of the two mound of earth, kowtowing.

Duan Hong sped up and looked at the backs of the people kneeling in front of the two piles of graves. He wore a black shirt, his pants were covered in dust, and the back of his neck was bulky.

When Zhu Shan sensed Duan Hong's arrival, he quietly walked over and whispered: ”Brother Hong, Fatty came over last night. I originally wanted to call you, but Fatty said it was already very late, so I was afraid of disturbing you, so —”

Duan Hong waved his hand and said, ”Zhu Shan doesn't need to explain, I understand Fatty.”

Fatty has changed. He's just like you, completely different from when he left home.

Zhu Shan sighed.

Although Duan Hong had not suffered as miserably as the fatty, he still had something in common. He completely understood the fatty and Zhu Shan, who had been standing behind him the entire time.

The sky darkened slightly as the sun set. Only then did the person kneeling in front of the grave slowly stand up. Perhaps because he had knelt for too long, his legs were numb, and he staggered slightly when he stood up.

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