Chapter 25 Father and son reunite

Ye Fan was stunned. He should have been very familiar with the sound of "Xiao Fan", but why is he so strange now? Ye Fan only felt that there was a little dryness in his throat. The word that he had not been uttered for many years but was very expecting seemed to be stuck inside. After a long time, Ye Fan finally said tremblingly: "Dad, is it you?"

The voice across the phone seemed to tremble a little, but he quickly replied: "It's me, Xiaofan, how are you?"

"I'm very good, Dad, where are you?" Ye Fan asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'll be here now. I'll give you an address. You can remember it and come to me tomorrow!"

Ye Fan asked strangely while turning out the paper and pen, “How do you know my phone number?”

"Haha, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Where is the address? Tell me!" Ye Fan asked with paper and pen. After he finished speaking, Ye Fan said in surprise: "This... isn't this right next to the Normal University?"

"Yes, you can come here at any time tomorrow! I won't say much to you now."

"Okay!" Ye Fan didn't dare to say anything, and the phone immediately hung up.

Holding this small piece of paper, Ye Fan was mixed with emotion. It turned out that the news that his father was in the area of ​​Normal University was not false, and it seemed that he had successfully escaped the pursuit of all the craftsmen. The final result was almost the same as he thought: after all the craftsmen left, his father took the initiative to contact him.

Ye Fan's excitement that night could no longer be described in words. He was also restless in front of the TV, let alone falling asleep. Then he got up to practice his skills. Ye Fan was very impressed by the theory that his father Yan told, and immediately took a basin of water from the kitchen, wanting to give it a try.

The water surface was calm, and Ye Fan moved his breath and slowly flowed towards the palm of his palm against the water surface. Slowly, carefully... With a light "bang", the sailors splashed everywhere, Ye Fan was covered in a face and stood in a daze. He had just just contacted the breath with the water, but he used the "injection" technique. This result was in line with his guess: he wanted to inject the breath into the water, but he had reached the "break" before you could control it.

Ye Fan wiped his face and poured out the water. This complex technique was useless in any way, so he had to improve his breath first. There is a saying that Yan Father did not say, and Ye Fan did not ask, but both of them knew very well: if you want to change the critical point, inject the breath into liquid or even gas and maintain it below the critical point, this is the first thing to do. Now Ye Fan is still far from this step.

He honestly took out Baiya, a good helper for practicing as Yan's father. Ye Fan practiced silently as usual. But this time there was a difference in essence. In the past, Yan Fan tried his best to inject breath into it, hoping to know how high its critical point was. But now Ye Fan began to carefully feel the activities after the breath was injected into the white teeth. Then he changed the chalk that he used most to practice on weekdays and felt it carefully. After comparing the two, Ye Fan finally realized that the control of breath in white teeth is indeed more difficult than in chalk.

It seems that what Yan Father said is indeed good at all. Ye Fan was greatly encouraged, and his chalk practice policy changed immediately. In the past, after maintaining below the critical point, he tried his best to inject more breath. But now, after Ye Fan maintained the limit he could inject at present, he focused on controlling breath. According to Yan Father, "breaking" can be said to expand outward like "release", while "firm" should converge inward like "retracting".

Converge, converge... Ye Fan kept reminding himself, and suddenly stretched out his fingers and bounced the chalk in his hand towards the window. With a loud bang, Ye Fan opened his eyes in panic and found that the glass on the window he used to practice had been shattered. Ye Fan was stunned. Just before going to Yan Bing's house, the chalk tip he popped out could only leave some dust on the glass. Unexpectedly, he only knew some principles and made such great progress. Although this was still a little different from Ye Ping's direct piercing through the glass.

Ye Fan stood up and packed the broken glass. Fortunately, Ye Ping's glass was two layers, so he would not break it and drink the northwest wind. He was going to find his father tomorrow, and he just hoped that Ye Ping would not come back for the time being. Ye Fan was not afraid that Ye Ping would get angry, but was just worried about the consequences after getting angry, such as not letting himself stay here from now on.

Then he practiced Ye Fan without feeling boring. Whenever new moves and techniques appeared, Ye Fan would regard the boring practice as fun for a while, and this time was no exception. The concentration of practice made him forget the others for a while, and gradually became tired. He fell to the side and fell asleep as soon as he stuck to the pillow.

The next day, Ye Fan was awakened by the sound of firecrackers, and he rubbed his eyes and felt dissatisfied. Even if it was New Year's Eve today, there was no need to set off firecrackers early in the morning! Suddenly, he remembered that there was something important today. When he thought of the content of the matter, Ye Fan felt unbelievable. He hurriedly took out his cell phone and looked at the call record, and then he was sure that this was not a dream.

He specially changed into the newly bought clothes he bought yesterday and looked in the mirror. Although he was not as good as Yan Bing, he was still very chic. Ye Fan was in a good mood and hummed a little tune and went out.

He stopped a car and went straight back to Normal University. He knew the address left by his father. It took no time for Ye Fan to arrive at the door. With a nervous mood, Ye Fan rang the doorbell.

He listened in a slightest moment of movement in the room. Ye Fan couldn't help but look at the note in his hand again. It was impossible to make a mistake. Ye Fan confirmed at least five times before ringing the doorbell.

Just as I was about to reach out and press it again, the door lock sounded softly and the door slowly opened. The familiar but somewhat unfamiliar smile appeared in front of Ye Fan. Ten years, including the past year, it has been ten years. My father's appearance did not seem to have changed much, and Ye Fan's eyes could no longer help but wet.

"Xiaofan, you are here." Ye Cheng's voice was obviously choked.

"Dad..." Ye Fan finally screamed, and tears flowed down his eyes uncontrollably.

"Come in quickly." Ye Cheng pulled Ye Fan into the house. He did not comfort Ye Fan. He suppressed his feelings for ten years. It was necessary to vent it well. In fact, he himself was not the same. But he was just able to control his feelings more than Ye Fan.

Ye Cheng patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and let Ye Fan cry like this. He just said something any father would say when he saw his son who had not seen him for ten years: "It's been ten years, you have grown up so old."

Ye Fan nodded and finally suppressed his crying, but he didn't know what to say. Before meeting his father, there seemed to be a lot of things to say, a lot of things to ask, and a lot of things to know, but at this moment I forgot them all.

"Sit down first, I'll pour you some water." The father and son who hadn't seen each other for many years were still somewhat unfamiliar. Ye Cheng obviously didn't know what to say, so he took out a set to entertain ordinary guests.

Ye Fan said "um" but did not sit down, but turned around. This was just an ordinary unit, two bedrooms and one living room, and there was nothing special about it. Ye Fan walked over, first looked at the bedroom and then went to the other room. The door of this room was closed. Ye Fan didn't want to push it away, and then he was stunned.

The windows of the room were sealed, and the walls were surrounded by tables. There were all kinds of equipment on the table, and there were five or six computer monitors alone, which flashed and shone the whole room, which instantly shook Ye Fan.

"This is where I work." Ye Fan was stunned, and Ye Cheng came to him and behind him, and while speaking, he handed the water cup in his hand to Ye Fan.

"What is the job?" Ye Fan asked, taking the cup and taking a sip. The warm boiled water almost fell again. He suddenly remembered that since he was three years old, after being scalded and bubbled by boiled water when he was drinking, the water his father poured him was always gentle.

"You must have heard of the bloody dusk, right?" Ye Cheng smiled and pulled Ye Fan back from his memories.

"Ah? I've heard it." Ye Fan said hurriedly.

Ye Cheng walked into the room, patted one of the machines and said, "I am now part of the Blood Dusk Intelligence Group."

Shocked! From yesterday to now, Ye Fan has been shocked again and again, and it has been more violently again and again.

Bloody Dusk has been tracing his father's whereabouts for nearly ten years, but now his father tells himself: He belongs to the Bloody Dusk Intelligence Group. What's going on? Ye Fan can't figure it out, and he hopes his father will explain quickly.

Ye Cheng did not disappoint him. After a smile, he immediately spoke: "Isn't there a special saying? It means that the most dangerous place is the safest, haha, do you understand?"

Ye Fan suddenly realized that the target of the bloody dusk was hiding in his own people, which could indeed deceive a considerable number of people. However, it is not easy to do this. Doesn’t this mean that he has to be in danger at all times? As a person in the dusk, will he never meet his colleagues?

Ye Cheng seemed to guess what Ye Fan was thinking, and then said: "Eight years ago, the reorganization of the Twilight Intelligence Group required a large number of new personnel. I took advantage of that time to join the Blood Twilight. The newly established intelligence team rarely appears on the front line mission, so there are few opportunities to have face-to-face contact with people, so I have hidden it until now."

"Have you never contacted others in the past eight years?" Ye Fan felt unbelievable.

"Of course it's impossible." Ye Cheng smiled, "If I go out, I will wear this." Ye Cheng picked up something from the table and raised it in front of Ye Fan, "Although the silicone mask is not as magical as novels or movies, it's really impossible for ordinary people to see it after wearing it. Even if there are many masters in the dusk, there are still not many who know about this. Just deliberately avoid it. As a result, I have never given me the opportunity to avoid it in the past eight years."

Ye Fan smiled and asked, "What will it look like when you put it on? Just like a martial arts novel, change your face?"

"What you wear? You've seen it." Ye Cheng's eyes were full of smiles, and he lowered his head and put the mask on his head.
Chapter completed!