Chapter 8: The family of gods? ()

On a lonely and comfortable night, Fang Wei performed a brief practice at the two points of Zishi and Chenshi as usual. A new day has arrived. Unlike yesterday, Fang Wei seemed to be more relieved, and some things would be opened up to think about it. In the environment where gods and immortals were everywhere, any monk would probably be killed if he did not work hard to practice and improve his strength. Thinking about the days before he became an immortal, he was trembling as if he was walking on thin ice. Due to the destruction of the sect, he was a book of cultivation.

Incomplete, there is no systematic method of cultivation, the strength progresses slowly, and the consequences of being in the face of the possibility of being possessed by the evil spirit. In the end, relying on his outstanding talent and heaven-defying understanding, he broke through many obstacles, broke through the cocoon and turned into a butterfly, and became an immortal. After becoming an immortal, although he did not have the dangers he had in the secular world at the time, because of his low strength, he had no guarantee at all. There was only one way, cultivation, cultivation, and practice, and he could do anything to cultivate. Think about it, everything was forced.

Look at yourself now?

The overall environment has changed, the immortals and Buddhas in the sky have long disappeared, and the originally disintegrated spiritual energy has stopped a hundred years ago. To put it bluntly, these are all beneficial to oneself. Although the spiritual energy is thin, the only one in the world may be able to use these spiritual energy, so it is obviously enough. Moreover, there are no natural enemies in the whole world. As long as the entire flat road is practiced step by step, it will one day reach the level of the past.

The breakfast order at the entrance of the community was as usual, a cup of soy milk and two fried dough sticks. But unlike the rush to take it and leave. This time, Fang Wei sat in front of the stall, enjoying this leisure comfortably. Fang Wei seemed to be enjoying every meal, every bite and every sip, carefully experiencing the taste inside and feeling his taste.

It seems that it is rare to see a customer like Fang Wei. The aunt who set up the stall grinned and said to Fang Wei: "Young man, look at how you eat, even the old woman who has eaten this thing for a lifetime has a feeling of wanting to taste it!"

Fang Wei came back to his senses, looked at the old lady, looked at his smiling face, and seemed to feel the happiness in the old lady's heart. He nodded and said, "It's really good. It's rare that you can feel it carefully when you have time today. There is no need to have a bad delicacies in the hotel!"

After hearing Fang Wei's words, the aunt blushed and said with a smile: "Just say this to you, the aunt will give you another bowl of tofu flowers. Seeing that you have soy milk and fried dough sticks every day, you don't know yet. The most famous one here is tofu flowers!"

"Then I really have to try it!" Fang Wei was interested. He had never tasted it before. For convenience, he just ate a cup of soy milk and two fried dough sticks while walking. As for the taste of tofu flowers here, Fang Wei really didn't know.

"Garden bun!" Suddenly, a discordant voice came.

Fang Wei looked at it and saw that it was a fashionable girl. Judging from the girl's appearance, she should be the residents around her. Fang Daxian naturally knew that this was not friendly, but she didn't care. Will the little kid infuriate herself with just one sentence?

However, the old lady also heard the girl's words and felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that Fang Wei didn't care at all, the old lady forced a smile, then walked over with a bowl of hot tofu flowers and said, "Here's here! Don't mind young man!"

"It's okay, aunt! Your stuff is really good, and it has a good reputation around here!"

After breakfast, it was a little early to go to work. Fang Wei thought about the two cards he received yesterday and planned to go to the bank.

When I arrived at the nearest Bank of China, it was early and the bank did not open the door. Fortunately, the ATM was already open. Fang Wei inserted the Bank of China card in his hand and entered it according to the password written on the card. First, I checked how much money there was. When I saw the money inside, Fang Wei felt a little moved, and it turned out to be rich and generous.

There is one million in this Bank of China card alone. As for the remaining ICBC cards, Fang Wei doesn’t plan to read them anymore. He was moved, but what he should do is still to do.

Two accounts were found from the mobile phone, and quickly transferred 10,000 yuan to one of them, while the other account was transferred 3,000 yuan.

Fang Wei didn't know how to deal with his parents in this life, and he didn't think about it for a while. Although he transferred 10,000 yuan to them, he just sent a text message to inform them and let them pay attention to check.

Fang Wei transferred the other 3,000 yuan to his sister Fang Wen. During this period, Fang Wei also contacted her sister Fang Wen, who liked her from the bottom of her heart and wanted to take care of her. At the same time, she also knew that because her family was not in good condition, her sister went to college in a big city, and she usually saved money and lived a hard life. She often went out to work, so she felt so distressed and worried about something. Fang Wei reminded her many times, but it probably didn't work.

After reading it, it was only 7 o'clock. I thought that class should not be in now, so Fang Wei called directly.

After a while, the phone was connected.

Before Fang Wei could speak, Fang Wen's voice came from inside, which was crisp and pleasant, and sounded and comfortable.

"Brother, call me so early? Is there something wrong?"

"Xiaowen, it's nothing. I just sent you some money. If you take the time to buy a few beautiful clothes, don't treat anything badly. You can eat whatever you want. Tell you, I'm making money now, don't worry about family affairs!"

"Really, my brother made money? Brother, how much did he earn? I'm happy!" Fang Wen was obviously abrupt on the phone and soon joked happily.

"Anyway, there are a lot. Don't forget that although your academic performance is better than your brother, your brother is not bad either. You won't even be able to make money. You don't have to worry about family affairs. In addition, your father's illness is fine. I have already thought of a cure. I can cure my father in a short time!" Fang Wei said with a smile, half true and half false, just hope that his sister can let go and live the college life she deserves like other classmates. He doesn't want his sister to be the same as himself. After four years of college, he has to work to reduce the burden and take into account his studies. In four years of college, he has lost too much.

"Brother, really? Dad really has some treatments. Don't lie to me?" Fang Wen can't be careless on this issue. The situation of this family is in this way, in the final analysis, because of his father's illness, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this.

"Really, tell you, your brother is a miracle doctor, and he is still very famous now. I just transferred 10,000 yuan to your family and 3,000 yuan to you. This is all I got from treating someone's illness. Your brother will earn more money in the future, so you don't have to suffer yourself. You will be like what others are doing, and you will live better than others. Everything has a brother! Don't worry!"

"Brother, you are so awesome! You have become a miracle doctor. I remember that when you studied medicine, you just hoped to cure your dad. I didn't expect you to succeed. Brother, I admire you so much!" Fang Wen was muttering on the phone, not doubting his brother's words at all. He knew that since he was a child, his brother never lie to you.

"Okay, let's do it. I guess you're about to start class. Remember not to be wronged. Next time you come back, you have to dress up beautifully and eat whatever you want. After spending all your money, I'll call me secretly and I'll call you!" Fang Wei said.

"Brother, don't worry, there were no classes this morning, and there were two big classes in the afternoon. Brother, tell me again, how confident are you to cure our dad? Every time you go back and see our dad, you always feel uncomfortable!" Fang Wen said this, with a little crying voice. Anyone who sees the situation at home and the father's appearance will not help crying. Especially for his father, his good life is ruined like this. In addition, in order to take care of the three of them, his mother has grown a lot and her body is almost collapsed.

Fang Wei listened to his sister's words and thought about the old man at home, and suddenly felt a little choked. However, he could indeed cure his father's illness, but he always had that hurdle in his mind. He didn't know how to overcome it. When he heard his sister's words, he could only pat his chest and promise.

At this time, someone called on the phone. Fang Wei saw that it was home. He hurriedly said something to Fang Wen, and then answered the phone number at home.

The phone call was called by my mother. At this time, she should be setting up a stall. Over the years, my mother has relied on setting up a stall in the morning and collecting scraps at other times to earn some money.

"Weiwei, I just received your text message. Why did you send money to your family again? It's not that I've just called it for so long, and I've also called so much. Where did you get so much money? Don't do bad things?" On the phone, my mother was chattering.

Fang Wei said simply, saying that he would treat a big man and, after he was cured, the medical treatment fee he gave was open and honest, so he would use it with confidence.

After hearing this, my mother felt relieved. Because of the phone bill, she hung up without saying a few words.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Wei leaned against the Atm machine, thinking about his family, his heart that had not been thrust for thousands of years could not calm down. He was his parents in this life, and their blood was flowing in his body. How could he ignore it?

I couldn't help but recall the scenes of my growth from childhood to adulthood. Before I knew it, Fang Wei had already cried. Is this the love of the world?
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