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Chapter 131

Brother Zhao didn't want to go, so he pretended not to hear and stayed close to Fang Zichen, watching him take out something.

Fang Zichen bought a lot, including food, clothing, and toys. The biggest and most conspicuous item was a small wooden bicycle.

"What is this?" Brother Zhao asked curiously.

"This is a bicycle for my son," Fang Zichen said.

He had wanted to find someone to make one before, but the carpenter in the town was not good at it. He took the drawing paper and looked at it for a long time, and then asked Fang Zichen if he had a wife.

He is known as the "golden turtle son-in-law" in Fu'an Town. He has no parents-in-law to take care of him, and no younger brothers and sisters to help him. He has an iron rice bowl, three taels of silver a month, and the conditions are really good.

Fang Zichen glared at the person, took the drawing and left.

After arriving in Yuanzhou, we found someone else to do the work. The other person's skills were also good, but when Fang Zichen went to 'get the goods' after the trial, the old man looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

I thought I might be a scholar, and I got silly reading. This thing looks like it has two wheels, and it looks like it is used to sit on, but the small stool is small. When I sit on it, half of my butt is hanging in the air, and the wheels can't even pedal. The car is tilted to one side and there is nowhere to sit.

The good boy has no toys, so he just plays with the nine-nine-link chain back and forth without getting tired of it. Moreover, the children in the village also play in a single way. What does it look like for a boy to play with mud every day? If he smashes it, he needs to play with something manly. , just to stimulate.

He took a light blue hairband, with a few floating clouds embroidered with gold embroidery thread on it, and two small balls connected to the tail. He said dignifiedly and slightly mischievously, "This is for you."

Then he took out another one . Putting on light blue clothes: "This is also for you. It's a winter coat. The eldest sister told me that the cotton in it was just released this year. It's very warm. I don't know if it's true or not. See if you like it." "

The beating heart seemed to be caught in a pinch. It beat a little hard, but every time it beat, it seemed more intense than ever before. Plop...Plop, thump. There was a succession of thunderous sounds that even vibrated the eardrums.

Brother Zhao didn't answer, but looked at Fang Zichen steadily, the love in his eyes was obvious, and Fang Zichen was embarrassed to be looked at.

"Oh, why are you looking at me all the time? I know I'm handsome, but you're like this, and I'm a little embarrassed! We haven't seen each other for a few days, you...you should be more restrained!"

Brother Zhao smiled. Laughing, she suddenly kissed him.

Fang Zichen didn't mean what he said and asked for restraint, but when he was kissed, he was still so beautiful: "Two more kisses."

Brother Zhao kissed him on the other cheek again.

The clothes were stuffed into his arms, and he caressed them gently, feeling indescribable comfort in his heart.

They went to buy cloth together before. Fang Zichen was inexperienced, so he asked him to watch the purchase. He walked around in the store for a while and chose two dark ones. In fact, he originally wanted to buy the light blue one, but the material Just looking at it, it was soft and shiny, made of satin, and it was not cheap, so he couldn't bear to part with it. When he was paying, he couldn't help but look at it twice. Fang Zichen didn't say anything at that time, and he didn't ask. It turned out that in the beginning, He saw it all and remembered it in his heart.

"Husband," Brother Zhao lowered his eyes and said softly, "You are so kind!"

"You are blind!" Fang Zichen was happy in his heart and said with pride on his face: "Now I can see that your kindness as a man comes from It's all over."

Brother Zhao laughed, knowing that Fang Zichen was back, he felt secure and had something to rely on.

Fang Zichen turned his face and whispered a few words in his ear.

His face suddenly turned red.

Fang Zichen looked at him looking embarrassed and embarrassed, raised his eyebrows and laughed, and the good boy shouted outside again, seeming very anxious.

"Daddy, come on, come on, help me! Come on~"

Fang Zichen poked Brother Zhao: "Go, eat, wait until I coax him to sleep, we have plenty of time."

Brother Zhao seemed to be Unable to hold it any longer, he stood up.

"A breakup is better than a wedding. I'm afraid there will be a fierce fire at night..." Those jokes at noon flashed in my mind.

He glared at Fang Zichen with annoyance and shame: "Not serious."

Fang Zichen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Brother Zhao running out, confused.

What's wrong with him? Why is it not serious?

Guaizi took a piece of cloth, like a towel, and held the little puppy tightly in his arms.

"Daddy, help the good boy, the good boy has to carry the puppy."

When the women in the village were busy, the children would be carried behind them with cloth belts when they were small. When they were older, they would follow them around the village.

The puppy is still small, so naturally it has to be carried on its back.

Brother Zhao was speechless for a moment when he heard this.

I have seen people carrying firewood, children, and pig grass, but I have never seen people carrying dogs. But if the good boy asked, he would do it to prevent the child from making trouble again.

The baby dog's limbs were spread wide, lying on the back of the good boy, and Brother Zhao tied it up firmly with a cloth belt.

The good boy tried walking twice, and when he saw that it didn't fall off, he smiled: "Thank you, daddy."

He rushed into the kitchen and brought Fang Zichen water all night: "Father, drink water."

Fang Zichen looked at him and the puppy Her eyes were wide open as she was tied up with many strips.

"Why are you carrying it on your back? You can just put it on the ground?"

"The dog is still young and can't leave Ren." He said like a good little adult.

Fang Zichen: "..."

After Fang Zichen finished drinking, Guaizi took the bowl and was about to leave. Coyotito suddenly whined twice. He stopped again, turned his head sideways, shook it twice, and gently He patted the dog's butt and coaxed: "Oh oh oh... don't cry anymore~"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Playing house too much seems to have left behind the sequelae. .

Look, he smashed it, is it still decent?

He is so virtuous and kind that no woman in the village can compare to him.

If he were a little brother, he would laugh out loud at his constant comfort, but this is a son!

He played house with the children in kindergarten, always pretending to be the little prince. Where was his son?

This is the role of a little maid.

The good boy put down the bowl, ran in again, pulled him to sit in the yard, wiped his sweat with his sleeves, then moved a small stool, climbed on top, and rubbed his feet with his little egg-sized fists, giving Fang Zichen a beating on the back. .

"Father, do you feel comfortable?"

He was weak and was afraid of hurting Fang Zichen by beating him, so he was cautious, as if he was scratching an itch. Fang Zichen looked at him with a complicated heart.

Hey, forget it.

Whoever lets this be his son, this is his fate!

There is nothing wrong with a boy being virtuous. At least he is sensible. When he is old, his son will not just think about eating.

"...Comfortable." He cooperated and said: "My son is a good boy."

After receiving the praise, the good boy was satisfied. After giving Fang Zichen a back slap, he refused to rest and ran to the backyard again. I knew I was chasing chickens and dogs or something, but the chickens suddenly crowed loudly.

Brother Zhao came out of the kitchen and was about to take a look when the boy happened to come out of the backyard. His hair was messy after taking care of it for half an afternoon, and he was holding a chicken that was flapping in his arms.

"Daddy, the good boy wants to kill the cock!"

This chicken is not big yet, weighing about three pounds. Although it has been raised for almost three months, there is no feed here, and Brother Zhao is not willing to feed it with rice. He usually just throws in some vegetable leaves and digs them with the boy. Earthworms, in this way, chickens will grow slower.

He can still gain another two or three pounds if he raises it, but now he knows that Fang Zichen will come back. Yesterday, he went to Master He's house and bought a duck. It has been roasted and will be cut and served later.

"Can you keep it for now? There will be duck tonight." Brother Zhao said.

"No, the chicken is so good. My father has to take the exam. It's very hard. The good boy wants to kill the chicken for his father to tie." The good boy hid himself from Brother Zhao and ran to the kitchen. Brother Zhao chased after him: "You can kill the chickens tomorrow. There are ducks and ducks tonight. If there are too many to eat, it should be wasted. Have

you forgotten what your father taught you?"

Could it be: "Guaizi has not forgotten that father said waste is wrong! Waste is shameful. Yes, but my father bought a dog for Guaizi. This is a gift. Guaizi... Guaizi also wants to give it to his father. The gift, the dick is so good, the boy wants to give it to his father, but the dick is so good that the father is reluctant to leave. " Brother Zhao squatted in front of him and touched his head: "Father wo

n't leave."

Zai hugged the chicken and lowered his head without saying anything.

Brother Zhao sighed and compromised: "Okay! Then let's kill the little one, okay?"

The boy immediately raised his head and cheered: "Okay~"

Brother Zhao helped him heat the water and put his back on the boy. Waiting in the kitchen with the dog and the chicken in front, Fang Zichen wanted to come in to help, but he pushed him out again: "Father, it's hard work, just wait outside, my good boy will kill the chicken for you."

Brother Zhao helped , when I killed the chicken and put it in the pot, the sun was already setting!

The roast duck was well cooked and tasted authentic. With Fang Zichen's approval, Brother Zhao gained confidence. However, the roast duck still had to be paired with sauce. Brother Zhao said he would try to make it when he was free.

The chicken was also delicious. It was stewed. The good boy stood on his toes and picked it up for him, telling him to eat more. Then he looked at him eagerly. Fang Zichen had eaten a meal, and after praising his husband and praising his son, he was really exhausted.

He brought back a lot of things, and the bag was packed to the brim. After dinner, Fang Zichen carried the bicycle out and held the tail of the bicycle to teach the boy.

The bicycle was rickety, and the boy was a little scared at first, but Fang Zichen held it steady, and it was comfortable and exciting to sit on. As soon as he kicked his feet, the bicycle started to move like flying, and the wind whistled in his ears. He almost fell in love with it right away. On.

"Can you put the dog down first?" Fang Zichen asked.

The boy agreed: "Yeah! Put it in the basket." As soon as the dog was put down, he couldn't wait.

"Father, the good boy still needs to ride a bicycle, and the good boy still needs to ride a bicycle."

"Okay, okay~"

Seeing the father and son playing wildly in the yard, Brother Zhao went in to help him pack the packages.

Put aside the food, put aside the things to wear, and put aside the things to play. The clothes were all newly bought, but they only belonged to himself and his son. The food they ate were also desserts and candies, which he and his son liked to eat. Brother Zhao endured the sourness in his nose, and after tidying up, he went into the kitchen to get hot water.

The good boy was sweating profusely while playing. The more he played, the more addicted he became. He was not thrown once, so he was getting more courageous.

Brother Zhao helped him take a bath and washed Coyotito carefully before letting them play on the bed.

Even though he has the little dog he misses so much, the good boy is still clinging to Fang Zichen. He has been gone for several days. The good boy seems to be afraid. He is always worried that he will not look at Fang Zichen. As soon as he turns around, he is gone again. .

Fang Zichen lied to the good boy that he was going to the toilet, but in fact he took a piece of candy and went into the kitchen and handed it to Brother Zhao: "Try it, I heard that this candy is delicious."

The oil paper packaging is very good, and they are also sold in boutique restaurants. Planting sugar, but the color is different, the sugar is expensive, one sugar is worth several kilograms of meat.

"Why did you buy this?" he said.

Fang Zichen said: "I bought it for you to eat! Why don't you buy it for fun?"

Brother Zhao added a piece of firewood to the stove and said, "It's too expensive. I wasted it."

After hearing this, Fang Zichen was not happy. "Why is it a waste of food for you?"

Brother Zhao felt a little warmer in his heart: "I..."

"You can eat it if you buy it," Fang Zichen peeled off the oil paper and handed it to Brother Zhao's mouth. : "It's the same for anyone who eats it. Do you think if you eat it and you poop, others can poop gold? I tell you, it's impossible. When I was still Fang Sanshao, I never ate anything. "Everything you eat will turn into cake. The more delicious it is, the smellier it will be. Just eat a few. Don't let Erpai know that eating sweets at night is not good for his teeth.

" Brother: "..."

Brother Zhao didn't refuse anymore, just took his hand and ate it.

It was indeed sweet, much more delicious than the cheap candies he bought before, and it also had a hint of fruity aroma. He squinted his eyes, as satisfied as a cat that had stolen something fishy.

Chapter 132

When the boy saw that Fang Zichen was still not coming back, he was about to get out of bed and go out to look for him, when Fang Zichen opened the door and came in.

He missed Brother Zhao so much that he immediately picked up the good boy and tried his best to coax him.

The good boy soon became drowsy, and Fang Zichen kissed him: "Dear boy, it's very late, go to sleep!"

The good boy lay in his arms, yawning, with big eyes full of tears: "Where's daddy? ?"

"Your dad is in the kitchen." Fang Zichen replied.

"Is daddy still busy? Then the boy is going to help." said the boy.

Fang Zichen touched his face: "He's taking a shower. He'll come in later."

Guaizai forced his sleepiness and said, "My darling is sleeping, won't father leave?"

"If you don't go, father will stay with you. ."

Fang Zichen walked around with him twice and sang a few more songs. After a while, he heard his long breathing in his arms.

He gently put the good boy on the bed. The good boy seemed to be sleeping uneasily. As soon as he moved, he woke up. He was dazed and held Fang Zichen's little hand: "The good boy wants to be with his father and the dog too. "Fortress is under the quilt."

"Okay!" Fang Zichen lay aside and squeezed into his arms, lying on his chest with his face, holding on to his clothes tightly.

When he was completely asleep, Fang Zichen covered him with a thin quilt, jumped out of bed eagerly, rushed to the kitchen, and kicked open the door.

"My grandson is here."

Brother Zhao had just finished taking a bath and was coming out of the bucket. When he saw him barging in, he was startled and hurriedly took the clothes on one side to cover himself.

Under the warm yellow firelight, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and her skin was pale white after being soaked in water. Three or two drops of water dripped down from her neck, submerging into the obscured unknown territory.

The scenery is beautiful and inviting.

Seeing that he was acting like a wolf, Brother Zhao remained silent and said angrily: "Husband, why didn't you knock on the door?"

"I'm carrying out a sneak attack! Why should I knock on the door for a sneak attack?" Fang Zichen said righteously. , he walked over, hugged Brother Zhao, buried himself near his neck, smelled the steamy, haze-like smell on his body, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Brother Zhao, I miss you so much."

Brother Zhao's face was a little red and a little uneasy. He bit his lip. There was only a faint firelight on the stove and it was dim. Just like before, he mustered up the courage he had gathered from all over his body and hugged Fang Zichen. waist, and said: "Husband, I...want you."

These words were like a spark falling on Liaoyuan. The fire was raging, uncontrollable, and there was no need to control it. It started a prairie fire, burning Half the sky turned red.

Fang Zichen's usual sharp eyes were slightly hazy, his eyes were hot and affectionate. He looked thin and not very majestic, but his physical strength was very terrifying. Brother Zhao was hugged tightly by him, and Fang Zichen's lips and tongue invaded him domineeringly. mouth, he spread Brother Zhao's legs and hugged him up. Brother Zhao closed his eyes and responded shyly. There was a sound of footsteps in his ears. The door was opened. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his body trembled. sharp.

...He is afraid, nervous, expecting, and longing.

Fang Zichen looked a little violent. He put Brother Zhao on the bed, kissed Brother Zhao's cheek affectionately and lovingly, held his face, and when their eyes met, Brother Zhao's mind seemed to have been absorbed. , the whole person seemed to be drunk and not quite sober. His eyes were filled with water, and the fluid in his mouth was licked. His tongue followed Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen stroked his waist with one hand while sucking him deeply. lips and tongue.

After all, it wasn't the first time. Fang Zichen was familiar with everything about him. They were husband and wife, the most intimate people in the world. Brother Zhao's body was trembling, his tongue was numb, his whole body softened, and his flat and white belly was... Trembling slightly, when Fang Zichen's lips and tongue left his mouth, he felt like he could hardly breathe, and the ends of his eyes were red.

Breathing became more and more rapid...

"Brother Zhao..." Fang Zichen's tone was low, completely different from the usual idleness. This contrast made Brother Zhao confused for a moment, but he had no time to think more. , Fang Zichen kissed her again...

lips and tongues intertwined, breathing intertwined.

Brother Zhao's face seemed to be stained with a layer of pink, and his chest was heaving.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand to embrace Fang Zichen's neck. He wanted to hold Fang Zichen, to get close to him, to stick to him, but Fang Zichen suddenly stopped and his expression changed slightly.

"What...what's wrong?"

Uncontrollably, Fang Zichen thought of the dream. In the dream, Brother Zhao was like this, holding the man's neck...

He didn't want to turn over Zhao It's not that I don't care about Brother Zhao's past, but regardless of whether Brother Zhao was voluntary or forced at the time, now that everything has passed, people should look forward to it. There is no need for him to hold on to it. Brother Zhao won't mention it, but I think it is. It's not nice to be hard to talk about. He once uncontrollably opened an old scar, which resulted in it dripping with blood. He didn't feel good either. This time, it shouldn't be done anyway.

And, it's just a dream.

"Nothing." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao stood up, kissed him, and said, "Then let's...continue?"

Fang Zichen bit into his face: "That's for sure! The revolution has not yet succeeded, how can we give up halfway."

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After Li Yisheng said goodbye to Fang Zichen, he wandered aimlessly on the street. The medical clinic was busy, so he should have gone back early, but he remembered that Xie Xiaoyu was still in the medical clinic. When he went back, he might run into him. · · · · · ·

As evening approached, he leisurely returned to the hospital. As soon as he entered the backyard, Aunt Li's voice came.

"Brother Yu, I'm so sorry, my aunt has lost her temper today."

"It's okay."

Li Yisheng paused.

Xie Xiaoyu hasn't left yet.

He turned around and was about to walk out, but was caught by Xie Xiaoyu, who was always watching the courtyard door.

"Brother Sheng." Xie Xiaoyu ran over, his face full of surprise and couldn't restrain his surprise: "Brother Sheng, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back? Have you had dinner?"

He leaned too close and his tone was familiar, There were only two steps between the two, and Li Yisheng took a step back: "Go and see my brother off."

He answered concisely and to the point, with no desire to continue, and it was obvious that Xie Xiaoyu didn't seem to see it: "Oh, that's it! Then! Will you be busy later? If not..."

Li Yisheng interrupted him: "Busy."

The invitation reached his throat, and he choked on it, and the courage to raise it disappeared.

Xie Xiaoyu suddenly stopped talking. He pursed his lips and stood stunned and at a loss.

Second Aunt Li came over, frowned and scolded: "Xiao Sheng, what's your attitude? Brother Yu will become our Li family in the future. You have to respect him. He said he was going to see off his brother. We have only known each other for a few days." Ah, we are brothers. We are all different. Did you find out clearly what your identity is?"

Xie Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head and subconsciously looked at Li Yisheng. His mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but Li Yisheng's indifferent and indifferent eyes touched him. At this time, he lowered his head again.

"What do you mean neither three nor four?" Li Yisheng's eyes were blood red: "Be polite when you speak."

Li Yixing was carried out of the examination room. Xiao Bing said that he fainted because he had not finished writing the paper and was nervous.

Aunt Li didn't believe it, so she asked the servant to help Li Yixing home, and then called the doctor. The doctor checked his pulse and said that he was fine, but that he fainted because he was overly excited and couldn't bear the ups and downs.

It coincides with what Xiao Bing said.

Aunt Li tossed and turned all night without falling asleep.

When she came this time, she had made sure with her close friends that her son would win this time.

She said this not without reason.

Li Yixing studied hard in Hanchuang for more than ten years, and has a solid foundation. The teacher who taught him helped him settle down. He waited so long before he finished, because he was aiming for the first place in the third consecutive year.

During the county examination, Li Yixing lived up to everyone's expectations and, as the master said, he got first place in the examination.

In this way, Second Aunt Li dared to "utter arrogant words" like this.

But when Li Yixing woke up this morning and told her personally that this test was destined to be hopeless, Aunt Li collapsed instantly and cried for a long time. It was not easy to stop now. After meeting Li Yisheng, listen to him When I mentioned Fang Zichen, I suddenly remembered that the man came out of the tribute courtyard yesterday, with his head and tail intact, and a look of victory on his face.

No matter how satisfied Fang Zichen was, Aunt Li would be jealous.

Her son was so outstanding that he worked diligently the night before the exam and didn't dare to let up even a moment. That's it, he was carried out of the tribute courtyard. That boy only wanted to have fun, so why did he have to come out with all his tail?

"Isn't it

serious to say a few words about him?" Second Aunt Li said angrily: "Besides, I am your elder, is this how your mother taught you to talk to your elders?" She violated Li Yisheng's bottom line again and again, and her words were both thorny and piercing. People, it seems that this is what happens between relatives.

They knew each other better than anyone else and, therefore, knew best where to poke with the most lethal force.

Xie Xiaoyu appeared quietly when he was unprepared, and he was not prepared for anything.

He hid for two years, but it seemed to be of no use.

The most tormenting thing in a relationship is the expectation that shouldn't be there. When dreaming back at midnight, he often fantasizes in the endless darkness. As long as Li Yixing and Xie Xiaoyu are not married, then he still has a chance. He should go back and snatch Xie Xiaoyu back.

But he was afraid that his sincerity would not be reciprocated. Li Yixing liked Xie Xiaoyu, so he could still rob him, but... Xie Xiaoyu did it voluntarily. He liked Li Yixing, so what else could he do?

The night passed and dawn came, and he suddenly woke up as the sun rose.

The feelings of more than ten years seem to have been deeply rooted in the bones and blood. No one can be like a fish in water in a relationship. Because they carry feelings and use their sincerity, they can be completely injured if they don't pay attention. Second Aunt Li reminded him again and again. , the relationship between Xie Xiaoyu and Li Yixing is no different from stabbing him with a knife.

"After all, you are dull, can't speak, and have no education at all. No wonder you are twenty-one or two, and you can't even get a wife." Aunt Li said disgustedly: "You can count how many girls your mother has married for you. There are so many people, but no one likes you. Whose problem is it? It's just a daydream for someone like you to compete with my Yixing family."

Li Yisheng's eyes narrowed and he was stunned.

What does this mean? Does she know? He subconsciously looked at Xie Xiaoyu. Xie Xiaoyu frowned: "Aunt, how can you talk like this? Apologize to Brother Sheng quickly."

"Brother Yu, you..."

This is a normal saying, and Li Yisheng only treats it as a leftist. It went in one ear and out the other, and he could bear it, but now in front of Xie Xiaoyu, his secret and shady thoughts were exposed so mercilessly. Li Yisheng felt that his face was burning, and his face was thrown away. As if being trampled on the ground at will, his eyes were about to burst and his whole body was trembling. He pointed at Aunt Li with his finger. He could no longer control himself and shouted sternly: "Get out of my house, get out..."

Chapter 133:

At the moment when a person's emotions are high, no matter how polite and gentle he used to be, he will look like a madman.

Li Yisheng felt that his temples were twitching, his head was swollen, and all the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to the top of his head, making him unable to calm down.

Aunt Li seemed to be still talking, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.

The tea and snacks on the table were swept to the floor by his sideways hand. The tea cup was broken on the floor. The light brown tea splashed on Aunt Li's skirt. She screamed. Li Yisheng came back to his senses and looked at the mess all over the floor. Startled.

He had never been so out of control. When he saw Xie Xiaoyu's look of shock and disbelief, Li Yisheng slowly looked at his hand. The tea was boiling hot and there was a red patch on it. It was accidentally splashed on it just now, but at this moment , he almost felt no pain.

Xie Xiaoyu hurriedly walked over: "Brother Sheng, your hand..." Li Yisheng didn't wait for him to finish, turned around and ran away in embarrassment.

Xie Xiaoyu raised his foot to chase after him, but was grabbed by Aunt Li: "Brother Yu, he is a lunatic, don't go." She looked panicked and seemed to be frightened by Li Yisheng's actions just now. I will still have lingering fears.

Li Yisheng has never lost such a temper.

He has not been close to Aunt Li since he was a child. Aunt Li usually talks about him and speaks harshly, but Li Yisheng endures it and never competes with her. Today is the first time.

Xie Xiaoyu pulled back his hand and frowned. He glanced at the door. Li Yisheng was nowhere to be seen. It was already getting late. It was not safe for him to run out like this. He was anxious and complained about Aunt Li: "Auntie "You shouldn't say that to Brother Sheng, you're going too far."

"I..." Aunt Li said, "I, I was just joking."

"Did he laugh?" Xie Xiaoyu said: "He laughed, that's a joke. You said he was uneducated. In my opinion, this is very rude. Even if you are his second aunt, you shouldn't say that, and no one would." What a joke."

Being accused like this by a junior, Aunt Li was a little embarrassed: "Brother Yu, don't forget who you are. You and I are a family. Don't turn your elbows away. Just like you. Even if I really went too far, I am still his second aunt, and what he did was wrong."

Xie Xiaoyu's face darkened: "You and I are not a family, not now and never will be in the future."

"What do you mean?" Aunt Li asked sharply. She didn't think much of her brother in the first place, and she wouldn't have agreed to this marriage if Uncle Li hadn't persuaded him.

Xie's father was the chief clerk in the yamen, and he was embarrassed in front of the prefect, but the chief clerk was not in the imperial official system. But if you work in the yamen, eat national food, and receive money from the government, you are a step ahead of ordinary people.

Aunt Li originally wanted to wait until Li Yixing became a scholar and the threshold was raised before looking for a wife, but Uncle Li had no ability and could not make much money. He hired the wife who taught Li Yixing at a high price from other places, and he would be there in January. Hundreds of taels of silver.

The Li family is not considered a rich family. After Li Yisheng failed to pass the scientific examination, Mr. Li put his hope in Li Yixing and poured all his resources into him, hoping that he would go to high school and bring glory to his family. Most of the money was spent on Uncle Li's family.

Li's father never cared about it until a few years ago, when he accidentally saw Aunt Li chatting with someone, making fun of his son, and her words were filled with contempt and disdain.

"My eldest brother doesn't know what evil he did in his last life. He gave birth to such a son in this life. His appearance is just for fun. It's really funny. Have you ever seen eyes as big as soybeans? Every time I see him, I can't bear to look at him. I can't help but want to laugh, it's really embarrassing. This scholar represents the face of the court. Those crooked melons and cracked dates are only worthy of dreaming. From now on, he will still have to rely on my family's art."

Father Li was very angry.

He was the only son in his life. Although he wanted his son to inherit his father's legacy, Li Yisheng could not pass the scientific examination. It was for this reason. Seeing Li Yisheng lost and locked in his room without making a sound for several days, he felt heartbroken. have no choice.

In fact, Li Yisheng is not as bad as Aunt Li said. He is actually pretty and average-looking.

After Mr. Li died, Li's father split

the medical clinic with Uncle Li. He didn't want it. He took his wife and Li Yisheng and reopened it. A few years ago, when the business of the medical clinic was good, he opened Li Er

in Yuanzhou.

Uncle's medical skills are not good, and the Li family relied on Li's father for support. Now that he is gone, the medical center becomes more and more depressed day by day, and gradually begins to make ends meet.

Second Uncle Li thought for a while and decided to find a relative for Li Yixing to help with the funeral.

The Xie family was the most ideal person in terms of status and wealth among the people he could come into contact with after extensive screening

. Aunt Li also knew that without the big family, they alone would not be able to provide for her son to study.

Although he didn't like his brother, for the sake of his child's future, and because Li Yixing also liked Xie Xiaoyu, and... the eldest family didn't care about their relationship and insisted on splitting up the family, leaving their second eldest brother to go out alone to eat and drink. Li Yisheng's mother may not be able to tell what kind of thoughts Li Yisheng has for Xiao Yu, but she is well-connected, so in order to take revenge on Dafang's family, she agreed.

But she never expected that even though she reluctantly accepted it and deliberately tried to please her, Xie Xiaoyu would actually say such a thing.

There was a lot of noise outside. When Li Yixing opened the door and came out, he saw Xie Xiaoyu pushing Aunt Li away and hurried out.

"Brother Yu..."

"What are you shouting for?" Aunt Li was furious: "Did you see this bitch, he dared to push me! I said this brother is not good, I am so angry Isn't it good for him? I miss him for everything, but he doesn't know how to apologize to his family, bah, he deserves it

. It is clear, but he has always been obedient. As a child, even if it is the fault of his elders, Xie Xiaoyu should not be like this.

Both sides were wrong. He was in a dilemma and didn't know what to say. But after knowing that Xie Xiaoyu chased Li Yisheng out, he couldn't sit still.

"You are not allowed to go." Second Aunt Li said: "You are a scholar, running after a brother, what's going on? The two families have made an engagement, this matter is a done deal, there is no room for regrets, unless they thank the family Shameless, you have to stand up, otherwise he will ride on you when you get married. "

"Mom, how can I stand up?" Li Yixing looked in the direction of the courtyard door, lowered his head and said, "Xie family, what are you doing? Threshold? What is the threshold of our Li family? He has already married into our Li family. Uncle Xie is working as an errand in the government office. If I bully Brother Yu, if he touches his finger, my life will be over. "

Aunt Li is aware of the serious relationship between this, but she doesn't think it's a big deal.

Once Xie Xiaoyu marries into the Li family, he will be a member of the Li family. Then he will be whatever they say. As they decide, who else wants his brother who has lost his virginity in these days when separation is not popular? I'm afraid that if I go back to my parents' home, my spine will be broken.

...

Before the curfew, the streets outside were still lively. The lights outside the flower house were dim, and girls wearing red and green clothes were soliciting customers at the door.

"Sir, do you want to come in for a drink?"

A girl came up and took Li Yisheng's arm. Li Yisheng frowned, declined and left quickly.

He kept walking along the street aimlessly and in a daze. When he came to his senses, he had already arrived at the bank of the Lian River.

Lanterns were hung on the willows by the river, and people under the trees stopped in twos and threes to watch, which was particularly lively.

There is a small pavilion by the lake, and Xie Xiaoyu is coming out of it.

He was sweating profusely and his face was flushed. He looked around as if he was anxious and looking for something. When he saw Li Yisheng, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Yisheng turned around and wanted to leave again, but Xie Xiaoyu broke through the crowd and chased after him, reaching out to stop him.

"Brother Sheng..."

Li Yisheng didn't look at him. Seeing that he was alone, he frowned unconsciously and said, "It's getting dark."

Xie Xiaoyu looked at him intently: "I know."

"Then what are you doing? Not going back?" Li Yisheng said, "What are you doing outside?"

Xie Xiaoyu: "Brother Sheng, show me your hands."

"It's okay." He took two steps to avoid Xie Xiaoyu's outstretched hand: "I'll leave first, you..."

"Brother Sheng, how long are you going to hide from me?" Li Yisheng had no reason and kept talking to him again and again. Avoiding it, the emotion came suddenly, and Xie Xiaoyu couldn't bear it anymore.

The reason why I didn't tell or ask before was because I knew that if he liked her unilaterally, he and Li Yisheng might not even be friends.

They were separated, no longer friends, and could no longer find a reason to see each other. Then in this life... he would never see Li Yisheng again. Just thinking about it, he couldn't bear it.

Aunt Li's words gave him courage and hope. If he had misunderstood, it wouldn't matter if he made it clear and told the truth.

The situation couldn't possibly be worse than it is now.

He looked at Li Yisheng and asked: "Brother Sheng, why are you avoiding me? Can you give me a reason?"

Li Yisheng turned his head and did not dare to look at him: "There is no reason!"

Xie Xiaoyu did not flinch. He stepped forward and held him. Li Yisheng refused to let him step back: "Why were you angry just now? What did your aunt mean by that?"

Li Yisheng cleared his hoarse voice and said, "I don't know what you are talking about." As soon as he fell, Xie Xiaoyu Cried to him.

"You lied." Xie Xiaoyu approached him, punched Li Yisheng's chest hard with his fist, and cried: "You know what I'm talking about, Brother Sheng..." His voice was almost choked, and he pulled Holding Li Yisheng's arm, tears welled up, and he said incoherently: "You hide from me, don't see me, why? Where did I make you unhappy? What did I do wrong?"

Li Yisheng once teased Xie Xiaoyu, saying that he was He has a broad heart and a fat body. Xie Xiaoyu is indeed like this. His temper comes and goes quickly. He laughs and smiles all day long. He seems carefree and has no worries. He is enthusiastic and cheerful. In Li Yisheng's memory, it seems that he has never been seen. Why? I have been worried and worried about everything, not to mention crying.

But the dazzling and blazing little sun that he couldn't reach was now in front of him, with red eyes and crying.

Li Yisheng coughed uncontrollably.

Xie Xiaoyu wiped away his tears carelessly with his hand, looked up at Li Yisheng, and choked his voice: "Brother Sheng, I am not young anymore."

He lowered his head and was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with sadness: "When I was eight years old Then I started chasing you. Now I am nineteen and almost twenty years old. I am no longer young. My family is forcing me and wants me to marry Li Yixing, but I don't want to. Brother Sheng..." That sentence was early The words that I wanted to say, but had been buried in my heart for many years due to timidity, finally broke through the shackles.

"Brother Sheng, I like you, I..."

Li Yisheng's pupils suddenly shrank, his head that had been lowered suddenly raised, and he looked at Xie Xiaoyu who was crying in shock and confusion. He interrupted him in a dumb voice. : "You... what did you say?"

Embarrassment, resentment and confusion all came to his mind. His courage seemed to be exhausted with the words "I like you" just now, and Xie Xiaoyu let go of his hand.

"You just..." Li Yisheng grabbed him with his backhand. On the bank of the crowded river, with his heartbeat pounding wildly, he tried his best to squeeze out the voice from his throat: "What did you just say?"

Xie Xiaoyu whispered: "Are you deaf?"

"I just want to hear you say it again." Li Yisheng said.

After the first time, it seemed that it would not be so difficult to speak the second time. Xie Xiaoyu said: "I like you, do you like me?"

Li Yisheng opened his mouth and was about to say something when Xie Xiaoyu slapped him. On his mouth, the palm of his hand touched his lips, and it was warm and soft. He was slightly uncomfortable, staring at his toes, and displayed his advantages indiscriminately: "Listen to me first, Brother Sheng, we have known each other for more than ten years, who am I?" You should be aware that I...Although I am fat, I am very soft and comfortable to hold and pinch. I, I can also cook, and my skills are pretty good... "I'm just asking you, do you like me?"

Li Yisheng didn't say anything. Xie Xiaoyu looked at him. The crowd had receded at some point. There were several crickets chirping around him. In the lonely and empty space, Xie Xiaoyu was about to say something. To make up for it, Li Yisheng suddenly hugged him. He held Xie Xiaoyu's waist with one hand, held his head with the other, and buried it on his shoulder.

Xie Xiaoyu paused: "Brother Sheng?"

Li Yisheng cried.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" A low and dull voice came from his neck: "You have made me suffer so much for three years, three whole years. If you had told me earlier, our grandson would be able to walk now, Fang Zichen When the bastard tried to tease me, saying that I was a bachelor, and bragging about his husband's son, I wouldn't be able to refute him."

The tone he mentioned finally came to an end, and Xie Xiaoyu couldn't help but shed tears again: "Brother Sheng, if you want to blame, blame you. You are avoiding me and don't want to see me."

Li Yisheng: "Why are you blaming me? I clearly blame you. You and Li Yixing..."

Xie Xiaoyu said in a panic: " No, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Then you won't tell me? I thought it was just wishful thinking. I have been a depressed man for three years in vain."

"You didn't see me. , I told the ghost?"

"You won't tell me if I don't see you? I don't think you will regret it if you miss a good man like me."

"Narcissistic, shameless" Xie Xiaoyu laughed angrily.

Li Yisheng hugged him.

Love is born in the hug after every quarrel.

That night, Li Yisheng was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, and finally couldn't help getting up in the middle of the night and wrote a letter to Fang Zichen.

He gave Fang Zichen a gold lock, and Fang Zichen rewarded him with two bites of pickles.

But the pickles are so fragrant!

At noon, he had a bowl of mutton noodles and ate it all.

But in the end it was still a loss.

I need to write him a letter and ask him to prepare some money early.

...

Early the next morning, Fang Zichen carried hot sauce on his back, held his son in front of him, and held Brother Zhao in one hand, and the family of three headed to the town.

But on different roads, the two separated at the gate of the town.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Wang Xiaohu and others gathered around Fang Zichen to chat for a long time. Shopkeeper Yang came down from the second floor and smiled when he saw him. He was about to ask him how he felt after going to Yuanzhou and seeing the world. Fang Zichen asked him spoke.

"Uncle Yang, I need to take a leave today."

Shopkeeper Yang: "What's wrong?"

"Tired." Fang Zichen said.

After all, the government examination is different from the county examination. It takes three days in a row. Let's not talk about whether it is difficult or not. Success or failure depends on this, and the pressure is great.

Shopkeeper Yang patted him on the shoulder: "It's really tiring."

"No." Fang Zichen leaned against the counter and began to 'complain': "You don't know, during the few days I was there, I only had a bowl of porridge every day. "I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well. There are rats roaming around, and it's heavily guarded. Someone is standing by with a big knife every time I poop. I'm scolded for eating too much. It's too difficult,"

said Shopkeeper Yang . : "..."

How can this be like being in a jail cell?

The boy said he was tired, but his face was full of spring, flushed and moisturized. Maybe it was an illusion, but Shopkeeper Yang felt that Fang Zichen seemed to have gained a little bit of weight, and he couldn't tell where he was tired.

I'm afraid this kid didn't do it again!

Shopkeeper Yang glanced at him and asked suspiciously: "Real or fake?"

"It must be true!" Fang Zichen said seriously: "You don't know who I am! I don't have any other advantages, I'm just a little handsome. , Honest and trustworthy, kind and sincere, hard-working and brave..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Shopkeeper Yang couldn't stand it anymore and told him that Mrs. Zheng would have a birthday tomorrow, so he waved his hand. He leaves.

Fang Zichen did the whole show, held his waist and walked out of Zuixiao Building, then ran towards West Street.

Guaizi was looking up at him. He just appeared at the street corner and saw him.

He raised his hands and shouted with excitement.

"Father... The good boy is here, the good boy is here."

Fang Zichen rushed over and hugged him: "My little sweetheart, father is here."

"Have you asked for leave?" Brother Zhao explain.

Fang Zichen said: "Yeah! I'll pick it up and throw it back

." "But I haven't sold out the hot sauce yet."

"It's okay! I'll wait for you."

The aunt came from across the street and wanted to buy a bottle of hot sauce, but she saw Zhao Next to my brother stood a young man who looked particularly outstanding. The boy was holding his ears and sitting on his shoulders.

Auntie has never seen such a person in her entire life.

Extraordinary appearance, noble and majestic.

He didn't know what he was talking about to Brother Zhao, who had a smile on his face.

When Fang Zichen saw that Brother Zhao's shoelaces were loose, he bent down to tighten them for him without even thinking.

Brother Zhao seemed to be used to it, and after tying his shoelaces, he lightly kicked Fang Zichen with his toes.

The aunt was stunned.

Today I finally understand, no wonder Brother Zhao still looks down on people like Mr. Zhang.

Although Mr. Zhang has a huge family fortune, if he marries such a husband, even the prince and his grandson will be displeased.

When he got home, Fang Zichen found a piece of hemp rope, rolled up his sleeves, and said he was going to smash his son to get revenge.

Chapter 134

Brother Zhao saw him walking out with his son on his shoulders and held him back: "Don't mess around."

Fang Zichen waved his hand: "Don't worry!"

Guaizi hugged Xiaozizi; , two people and one dog headed toward the shoal with murderous intent.

He met some people on the road and asked him what he was doing. Fang Zichen just said he was just strolling around.

But everyone in the village knew that the good boy was pecked by the male goose of Fourth Master He's family. Everyone in the village knew clearly based on the direction he was walking and the hemp rope in his hand.

This is to help my son find a place! It happened to be noon, and Fourth Master He had already gone home for dinner without guarding the duck.

The ducks were swimming around on the river and diving into the water from time to time. Among the ducks, several large geese had long necks, which were particularly obvious.

Fang Zichen glanced over, his eyes fell on the gander, raised his hand and pointed: "Oh, is that it?"

The good boy nodded his big head: "Yes, yes, tie it to the goose."

Fang Zichen said nothing . He said, put the good boy by the river, roll up his trousers, take off his shoes, and go into the river.

But he underestimated it.

Geese and ducks are different.

When the ducks saw him, they quacked and swam away. The male goose was not afraid of death and even had the audacity to quack at Fang Zichen.

It is like a lion, trying to scare away intruders with its sharp roar.

After Fang Zichen approached, he grabbed it by the neck. The gander squawked, tilted its long neck, swam aside, and then pecked the back of his hand suddenly.

"Fuck~" Fang Zichen screamed, causing the ducks to scatter in all directions. He hurriedly retracted his hand and kept shaking it. It really hurt this time, and the back of his fair hand suddenly became red and swollen.

After all, he was a young man who was raised by his family. He was fed, clothed and served by others. He had eaten duck meat before, but when it came to catching ducks, this was really the first time for a grown-up girl to get on a sedan chair.

The fighting ability of the big goose is beyond imagination.

Fang Zichen felt inexplicably timid after being hit like this. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he pissed off the gander.

It chased Fang Zichen and pecked fiercely. He was his "world" in the river. Fang Zichen rushed to the river, picked up the good boy and ran away like a vicious dog.

Someone in the village "reported" to Fourth Master He, asking him to go and have a look. This gander has become fierce. Ordinary men have to take a detour when they see it. Don't peck and injure Mr. Fang. He is the only hope for Xiaohe Village in a hundred years. If a person who is admitted as a scholar is injured or bumped into something, what can he do?

What was supposed to come eventually came.

Fourth Master He's hands trembled, he threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and ran out immediately.

In the distance, he could hear the sound of the good boy laughing and giggling. It was very clear and clear, like the slow chirping of a mountain deer. When Fourth Master He took a closer look, he saw that Fang Zichen's clothes were wet and messy, and he was being chased by his male goose and howling.

Fang Zichen didn't want to be cruel, otherwise if he swung the stick over, the gander would have stopped eating. How could he be chased by a beast at this moment, not only in embarrassment, but also in humiliation.

But the good boy doesn't understand. In his heart, Fang Zichen can even beat ghosts. He is the most powerful, the most omnipotent, and invincible in the world. At this moment, the good boy only thinks that he is doing it on purpose. Play, very happy.

So exciting.

"Father, the goose is going to catch up with the bird, run quickly, run quickly~"

Fang Zichen glanced at him, panting heavily.

It really hurts my back to stand and talk.

There are pebbles along the river beach. His bare feet are like stepping on steel nails. Can he run fast?

Another peck on the butt made Fang Zichen's anus tighten and he was about to burst into tears.

"Your uncle..."

Fang Zichen was sure.

This fucking goose is a pervert.

First he pecked his son and hit his grandma, and now he pecked his butt. Once this person is too handsome, not only young and old, but also animals will be eaten.

There was a basket by the river, which was originally used to hold vegetables to feed the geese. Fourth Master He poured out all the vegetable leaves in it, not caring whether it would hurt the male goose. Checking the right time, the big male goose chased him again. When he reached the back of Fang Zichen's butt, he covered it up.

The male goose got angry, and Mr. He pressed the basket tightly, almost unable to hold it down.

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had lingering fears.

He didn't recognize Fourth Master He, he just thought he was someone who drew his sword to help when the road was rough. After thanking him twice, he saw that the other party seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he was a little embarrassed, and stepped aside without leaving. Fang Zichen didn't take it to heart.

He took the hemp rope, tied up the big male goose in front of the owner, and hung it upside down on the big tree by the river.

The big male goose kept flapping its two huge wings and screamed desperately.

"Scream! You scream!" Fang Zichen acted like a villain, letting the little boy sit on his shoulder, and patted its head: "You screamed until your throat was broken, and no one came to save you."

Fourth Master He: "... "..."

Fourth Master He didn't know whether to leave or say a few words of apology. He didn't even think about it before he saw Fang Zichen preaching to his goose.

You are a wicked big goose. You are so crazy to attack a child. Be careful, I will castrate you.

The threats come and go.

Guai Zai held Coyotito in both hands and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, it's wrong to bully children. Look, have you been beaten?"

"If you don't obey, my father will castrate you."

"It will hurt to cut you off!"

"No. "Niaoniao, you can only pee with your butt, show your butt, and be embarrassed." Fang Zi

trained for a long time in the morning, and the big goose seemed to be tireless, still stretched its neck and called to him, and seemed to want to peck him a few more times.

Fang Zichen pinched his waist: "I originally had a kind heart and wanted to spare your life, but since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, then don't blame me for being cruel."

He dug in his pocket, and from inside He took out four chili peppers, smashed them with stones, opened the gander's mouth, and fed them all to it.

I don't know if the male goose was really hurt. As soon as Fang Zichen let go of his hand, he screamed desperately, and the scream was several times louder than before.

Fang Zichen was afraid that it would attract Fourth Master He if it kept barking like this, so he quickly let it go.

As soon as the big male goose landed on the ground, he kept shaking his head, and then plunged his head into the water.

Fang Zichen took the crime tools and was about to leave. The boy said, "Father, are we going home?"

"Well! We have to leave quickly! It barked too loud just now. If Fourth Master He is attracted, let him I'm afraid he will be angry if he knows that I bullied his family." Fang Zichen said.

Guaizi looked towards Fourth Master He and said in confusion: "But Fourth Grandpa is right here."

Fang Zichen: "..."

He suddenly didn't know how to write the word "embarrassing".

He was so embarrassed that he was probably the one he was talking about.

It was not easy to just leave at this moment, so he walked over and smiled guiltily at Fourth Master He: "Fourth Master He, you... you are here!"

Fourth Master He originally thought that Fang Zichen wanted to kill his old man, but Fang Zichen just hung him up and trained him, and he was relieved.

"Boy Fang, are you okay?"

Even if something happened, he was embarrassed to say it.

Fang Zichen shook his head, as if he had been caught red-handed in a field battle. His face was red with shame, and all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he was about to smoke.

Fortunately, Liu Dali led a group of children over.

"Good boy, where are you?"

Liu Dali's children now especially like to play with Good Boy.

They used to think that the kid Guai Zai was beautiful, small, short, and soft, so they all wanted to play with him, but Guai Zai was frightened by Ma Xiaoshun, Zhou Dazuo and others. , he ran away when he saw someone, and Brother Zhao was also busy. He had to follow Brother Zhao, either looking for wild vegetables or collecting firewood, so he had no time at all.

Now that I have been hanging out with Fang Zichen for a while, I am as brave as my head.

He taught Liu Dali and others how to read. The children also knew that this opportunity was hard to come by, and they all studied hard.

Two nights ago, He Xiaodong came home and hurried to the yard after dinner. His mother saw him scratching around on the ground with a branch, so she thought he was playing and scolded him.

The yard outside the farmer's house is full of mud. It has been stepped on a lot and it is not muddy. However, I am still ignorant and like to use sticks to dig holes in the yard. Not to mention the ugly potholes. When it rains, water is collected. It's not convenient to walk either.

He Xiaodong said aggrievedly: "I didn't play."

"You said you didn't play, and I saw it. You are still making excuses. Does your butt feel itchy?"

"I was writing." He Xiaodong said.

He is a brother, with two older brothers above him. He is the youngest in the family, and his mother dotes on him. But after all, he is a brother, and he must follow the rules, otherwise he will have to be punished by his in-laws when he gets married.

His mother was very surprised and came over to take a look. Although she didn't know a word of it, she had seen it before and recognized it to some extent.

The crooked 'things' on the ground seem to be really words.

"What word is this? Who taught you?"

"It's my name." He Xiaodong pointed one by one: "This is He, this is Xiao, this is Dong, Guaizi taught me this."

He said As soon as he said it, his mother was even more surprised: "Did the good boy teach you? Is it the good boy who lives in the village chief's grandfather's old house?"

He Xiaodong: "Yes!"

That's right.

Guaizi's father is Fang Xiaozi, and that boy can read.

His mother stood up and shouted excitedly into the room: "His father, his father, come out quickly!"

He Xiaodong's father shouted from the room: "What's wrong?"

"Our Xiaodong can read now. "

There was a clang in the room, which seemed to be the sound of a stool falling to the ground. His father rushed out: "Really?"

He Xiaodong said happily: "

The people in the village have no money, and they are surrounded by faces. The mud-legged people with their backs turned to the sky, most of them are illiterate, have no money, can't find a wife, can't enter the academy. If there is no opportunity, maybe their whole life will end like that.

He Xiaodong's father didn't even recognize his own name. Now He Xiaodong not only recognized the characters, but also could write them. The whole family was extremely excited.

He Xiaodong's mother wanted to take some eggs to thank Brother Zhao on the spot, but she only liked a few eggs at home, so she couldn't get them, so she had to wait for the market in a few days and go to the town to buy a pound of meat.

His father asked He Xiaodong to play well with the good boy. He is older than the good boy and is the older brother. He cannot bully his younger brother and must protect his younger brother.

He Xiaodong agreed.

Even if his parents didn't tell him, he wouldn't bully the good boy.

The good boy is obedient and good-looking, and he even gives him sweets. Uncle Fang also gave him a little bunny, and he is kind to him. There is no way he will bully the good boy.

This situation happened in several companies at the same time.

Although some people in the village are foul-mouthed and love to stir up trouble, most of them are good-natured.

Some fried peanuts, some roasted sweet potatoes, and some simmered soybeans. Let the children take them out tomorrow and share them with the good ones. Remember to thank people properly.

Although they are all worthless things, they are still thoughtful. .

They had been carrying them for several days, and now they were carrying them as well. They heard that Guai Zai and Fang Zichen were coming to the shoal, so Liu Dali brought some children to look for them.

Fang Zichen was so grateful to them.

He cheered to a group of children and left.

While sitting on the roadside to rest, several children took out snacks and snacks as if they were offering treasures.

Seeing that they were eating sweet potatoes as if they were eating braised pork, Fang Zichen sighed.

He threw a stone into the field opposite, and a flock of sparrows flew out chirping.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly waved to Yoyo.

"Uncle Fang."

Fang Zichen gestured: "Go home and get a basket. If you want a shallow one, use the one with ginger outside your father's house. Do you recognize it?"

Liu Liu nodded: "Yes!"

Liu Liu went home and got it . After picking up the basket, Fang Zichen sent his boy home to get a handful of rice.

Brother Zhao happened to see off the village chief when he ran in the door.

"Grandpa, the village chief." The boy called out.

He was sweating profusely, his fine hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his face was like a red apple.

The village chief couldn't help but touched his head: "You are good, where is your father?"

The good boy replied: "Outside."

The village chief came to Fang Zichen to ask him about the government examination. Yesterday, He originally wanted to come, but when he was leaving, his mother-in-law grabbed him and said that Fang Zichen had been gone for several days. When he came back, he might have some intimacy with his husband and children. Why did you go there to be an eyesore?

Thinking about it, he was not in a hurry. He had just come back and it was time for him to take a breather. So he did not go and came here after lunch today. Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen had just left the house when he came back. What a coincidence.

After seeing the village chief off, Brother Zhao asked, "What is your father doing outside?"

"You're not a good boy!" He said as he ran into the kitchen, lifted the lid and tried to grab rice from the rice vat. , but the rice vat was too deep, and he couldn't catch it even though he was lying on the rice vat. He was so anxious that he could only call Brother Zhao: "Daddy, come~"

...

When Brother Zhao came here with the boy in hand. , Yoyo has come back.

When everything arrived, Fang Zichen used a wooden stick to hold up the basket, then sprinkled a handful of rice under the basket, and tied the wooden sticks with ropes.

Brother Zhao probably figured out what he wanted to do. The good boy squatted aside and said, "Father, are you doing some Western food?"

"Father, can I catch sparrows and make barbecue for you?" Fang Zichen said.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he hugged the dog tightly in his arms with joy. The dog whined twice in discomfort.

"Okay, my dear boy loves Western meat. The meat is fragrant and delicious."

Fang Zichen said, "Brother Zhao, go home and get some oil and salt."

"Are you sure you can catch it?" Zhao Brother is slightly skeptical.

It's not like no one in the village has paid attention to these sparrows, but these sparrows are too vigilant and fly very fast. As soon as people get close to them, they fly away and they can't be caught at all.

"Are you questioning me?" Fang Zichen glared at him and coaxed: "You don't even know who I am."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao went and came back He made a bowl of ingredients at home and joined in the fun. He originally planned to go to the town today to tidy up the shop, and then buy some ingredients. The shop was already rented, so he had to start business quickly. Spending an empty day would be a waste of money. .

But Fang Zichen was gone for several days. Not to mention being a good boy, he was thinking too hard.

After sinking in, a group of people hid in the grass on one side and peered into the ground through the cracks in the grass.

It was like the guerrillas ambushing the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War.

A group of sparrows flew over and landed on the ground. When they saw the rice under the basket, they didn't go in immediately. They jumped outside and screamed again. Seeing that there seemed to be no danger, a sparrow walked in and pecked at a piece of rice. Grains of rice.

Then the second one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The trap worked.

Several children turned to look at Fang Zichen, their eyes full of admiration.

The good boy was lying next to Fang Zichen, clenching his little fists and his eyes shining.

Father... so awesome.

Other friends' fathers are not like this. Liu Dali and the others said that their fathers can't tell stories or play with them, nor can they buy them lots of candies or let them ride. They are outside. Even if they were bullied, their father would not help them avenge themselves.

In the past, he only had a father but no father. When he saw Ma Laoer carrying Ma Xiaoshun, he secretly envied him, but now, he no longer has to envy others.

He has a father.

Moreover, his father is the best, loves him the most, and calls him little baby. His father is the best in the world.

He moved slightly and was close to Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen didn't think much and took him into his arms with one free hand.

Facing the envious looks of other friends, Guaizi swelled so tightly that his whole body was about to float.

More and more sparrows came in, and Brother Zhao's heart was pounding.

Seeing that the basket could no longer cover it, Fang Zichen pulled his hand, knocked down the stick, and covered the basket.

The sparrows that were not in the circle flew away in all directions.

A basket full of sparrows, more than twenty.

Fang Zichen followed suit and caught him twice more before stopping.

Brother Zhao ran home again and carried a pot. He simply built a stove with stones, set up the pot to light a fire, and heated the hair with hot water.

But there were too many sparrows. There were too many of them, but with seven or eight children, Fang Zichen knew how to eat but not cook. He plucked a sparrow for a long time, but there was nothing he could do. Brother Zhao asked him to go back and call Brother Zhou.

The group of people was lively.

The sparrows had their feathers plucked, and they were really small and pitiful, like chickens. It was almost unbearable to look at them.

Bamboo sticks were strung together, and the children were very active and ran around to collect firewood.

Fang Zichen was guiding from the side, while Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou were in charge of baking. The sauce was simple and crude, just some vegetable oil and salt. But the more high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking method. When baked, the sparrows were squeaking. It's oily, golden, brown and crispy, and tastes old and fragrant.

Fang Zichen had no interest in this meat, but for children who usually only eat meat once a month or two, it was so delicious that their tongues wanted to swallow it.

The sparrow bones were roasted until they were crispy. Some children were reluctant to spit them out and even chewed them up and swallowed them.

Brother Zhao found that Fang Zichen seemed to treat the younger brothers with special preferential treatment. He gave the first batch of roasted birds to Guaizi first, then to Liuyou, then to the two younger brothers, and then to the other children.

When he spoke to the two little brothers, he was also much gentler.

Most of the men in the village favor boys over girls. They think that it is useless to raise brothers and girls. They all have to get married so that sons can carry on the family line and provide for themselves in old age. The situation is serious in Shilitun. In the early years, I heard that, People there often give birth to a girl and brother, and then take them directly to the river and drown them. Xiaohe Village is not bad, there are some people who value him, but no matter how much they value him, they are not as important as Fang Zichen.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zichen stood behind him at some point.

Brother Zhao shook his head: "It's nothing."

A roasted bird was handed to his mouth. Brother Zhao said: "I'm busy now and my hands are not free."

Fang Zichen wiped his sweat and said: "I'll feed you. "Look, you're tired. Are you thirsty? How about I come?"

Brother Zhao felt warm in his heart, but he didn't give in. It was too hot by the fire and he couldn't bear it.

Brother Zhou coughed, and the two of them didn't do anything too ambiguous, but he just felt something was wrong. They seemed to be flirting with each other.

I'm so tired that I can't even watch.

Brother Zhao glanced at him, pursed his lips, and pushed Fang Zichen away from him: "Go and see the children."

Fang Zichen was not happy: "What's there to see?"

Each of the children had a string . The sparrows are sitting in a circle, happily eating, and there is no need to look at them.

After a day of roasting and playing outside, after eating and drinking enough, the children still didn't want to go back, so they followed the good boy to play with the dog.

The little milk dog is cute and the children really like it. Besides, they have never seen it before, so it is very strange.

The good boy is also kind to his friends. He even took the sheep to the drying field before and let the friends sit in a circle.

Although he was a little tired after roasting sparrows for a day, Brother Zhao didn't know why, but when he saw his son sitting among the children, smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He knew that he could leave the Ma family, live like a human being, be fed and clothed with his son, be so carefree, and be held in the palm of someone's hand and cared for, all because...

he looked at Fang Zichen's eyes suddenly became sore.

...

The next day, Fang Zichen asked Brother Zhao if he wanted to go to the Yang Mansion with him. Brother Zhao thought for a while and decided not to go. He had already played all day yesterday and business was more important, so Fang Zichen only took Guaizi with him.

Brother Zhao told him to come back early in the evening, and Fang Zichen agreed, but when he left, Fang Zichen disappeared.

Chapter 135

After all, he is the second-in-command of Zui Xiaolou and his brother's tutor. Yang Mutao still thinks highly of Fang Zichen. Mr. Zheng celebrated his birthday, so Yang Mutao told him to take his husband and son with him. Coming here is just to visit and get to know the way. I should walk around more in the future. It will be lively when there are more people.

Brother Zhao didn't go, but he was asked to take Guaizi with him.

Officials in agriculture, industry and commerce. Although the Yang family is a merchant family and is ranked at the bottom, it has a prominent family background and is one of the largest households in Fu'an Town. Mr. Zheng's birthday must be "congratulated from all directions", and those who are familiar with the Yang family must also be People like the Yang family.

Rich people wear gold and silver, travel in horse-drawn carriages, and have groups of maids. In the eyes of the villagers, they are noble people. Brother Zhao is afraid that there are too many people, and the child is ignorant and is afraid that he will bump into people while playing, so he doesn't want to Let him go, but the good boy just wanted to stick to Fang Zichen, and when he heard that he could see Yang Mingyi, his heart flew away and he was so excited.

"Daddy, my dear boy will be good and obedient. If my dear boy wants to go, will it work?" He hugged Brother Zhao's calf, raised his head, his big eyes full of expectation and desire: "Daddy, my dear boy, he wants to go." I love you, dear boy, follow your father and don't run around. Please, dear boy, can you please go to me? Please..."

He was editing and trying to please, Brother Zhao couldn't bear it. He was begging for help softly, and Fang Zichen was guaranteeing from the side, so he was defeated in the end.

When he got up in the morning, he combed the boy's hair and found a small red vest for him to put on.

Fang Zichen also asked Aunt Liu to make this vest. Brother Zhao had never seen such clothes before.

There is a chubby little tiger embroidered on the front of the waistcoat, and a pair of yellow chick shoes on his feet. After the boy puts it on, he looks pink and short, looking like a festive New Year doll.

Fang Zichen loved him so much that he picked him up and kissed him twice: "My son is such a handsome boy." The

good boy also kissed him: "A good boy is a little handsome boy, his father is a big handsome boy, and he is a big handsome boy."

Brother Zhao He smiled helplessly: "Go quickly! Don't be late. Come back early in the evening."

...

The Yang family was crowded today, and there was a long queue of carriages parked at the gate.

Most of the people who came to celebrate their birthdays were rich or noble, and the escorts stood in two rows, all well-dressed.

Mrs. Zheng has four sons and three daughters, the eldest of whom is Yang Mutao.

Yang Mutao is a good-natured person, but a bit lazy. He only manages a drunken nightclub, and often quits being the shopkeeper.

The other three brothers were more prosperous. Their business reached Fucheng, where they opened several restaurants. They moved there with their families, and only returned to Fu'an Town to visit Mrs. Zheng during the New Year and the holidays.

Businessmen have friends all over the world, and they are used to specializing in business. Now Mr. Zheng is celebrating his birthday. Those who know him, those he doesn't know, and those who want to curry favor with him all came in a hurry. Yang Mutao asked the brothers below to greet people at the door, while he stepped aside and kept looking towards the street entrance, as if he was waiting for someone.

Yang Mutao already knew that Yang Mingyi was in danger on the road. If it weren't for Fang Zichen, he would have lost his old man to his black-haired man.

He was extremely grateful to Fang Zichen.

As soon as Fang Zichen arrived with his darling in his arms, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Oh, you're here, kid."

Fang Zichen was speechless: "Uncle Yang, your home is really far away."

"There's no way, the house on North Street only has three rooms, it's too small to live in. Open." Yang Mutao said.

He didn't mean to show off, he just told the truth, but these words made Fang Zichen, a little man who still lived in a dilapidated house, furious.

The third room is too young?

How many people do you have in your family? Live so wide.

The gate of Yang Mansion is spacious. Under the steps, there are two male lions almost one meter tall standing on the left and right sides.

Majesty enough and domineering enough.

Yang Mutao originally said that he would wait for him at Zuixiao Building and then go back to Yang Mansion together. Fang Zichen was very self-conscious as a wage earner and did not dare to ask the boss to wait. He only asked his address and said that he could come over.

How careless.

I walked several miles in vain.

From the moment he appeared, Yang Mutao's eyes have been fixed on Guaizi: "This is your son!"

Earlier, Guaizi had been to Zuixiao Building, and when the guys in the building mentioned Guaizi, they couldn't help but praise him. cute.

Yang Mutao listened for a few times but didn't pay much attention. He just thought that these guys were paying special compliments to give Fang Zichen face.

At this moment, I saw that this boy was pink and tender, with a big forehead like a little rubber ball. His hair was black and shiny under the sunlight, and his eyes were round and round. He was really pitiful.

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes! Let's call someone."

The good boy immediately laughed and called someone. His voice was very soft and soft: "Hello, Grandpa Yang! I am the good boy."

"Hey~" Yang Mutao's heart melted: "Come on, grandpa, give me a hug."

The boy stretched out his hand.

He looked small, and even more so in his arms.

"Grandpa Yang, you also have a mustache." The good boy looked at Yang Mutao's chin. He had a mustache on his chin. The good boy was surprised: "My sheep has one too!"

Yang Mutao smiled: "Oh. , Really?"

Guaizi raised a finger: "Well! Can you touch it?" "Wow, it's so soft!

"

Guaizi exclaimed: The beard is firm and soft, and grandpa's hair is long. I can braid it for you later!" Yang Mutao laughed

: "Okay! Don't forget it."

, he saw his father holding the good boy, touching his head and face: "This child looks really good."

Fang Zichen agreed: "Yeah! He does look good, after all, he looks like me ."

Yang Mutao: "..."

"Good boy," Yang Mingyi called after approaching.

"Yang Zhu." The good boy's eyes lit up: "Yang Zhu, hug."

Yang Mingyi ignored Yang Mutao's reluctance and took the good boy over from his arms. The good boy took out a candy from his pocket and knew that today My son could see Yang Mingyi and brought it to him specially.

Yang Mingyi never eats sweets, but the child was so interested that he couldn't bear to refuse: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The good boy held his arms around his neck: "Father said he had some good things to share, so he bought me one. The dog is so cute. Next time Yang Zhu comes to my house, can I give him a hug?"

Yang Mingyi couldn't help but touch his soft face, but didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting him: "Okay? "

Fang Zichen was going to paint a birthday painting for Mrs. Zheng, so he could only entrust Yang Mingyi to take care of him.

A total of eight people came this time, and they were in the back garden.

The scenery here is beautiful, and the autumn outside is bleak and miserable, but the gardeners have taken good care of it, and the flowers are still bright in late autumn, but it is full of spring.

Mrs. Zheng hadn't come over yet, but a few people gathered together. The table was covered with tea and snacks, and the servants and maids stood aside to serve them.

Everyone knows each other, and there are only a few people in Fucheng and Fuan Town who are famous for their painting skills.

Among them, Qin Lao and Guan Qian'an are the most famous.

One was in his sixties and the other was in his forties. Among the people in the field, the youngest one also stood by.

The fact that the Yang brothers hired painters at huge prices was known throughout the city, and anyone who put pen to paper and loved painting would be moved.

But as soon as they heard that Mr. Qin and Guan Qian'an were among them, they all backed down.

I really don't want to embarrass myself by trying to do anything in front of the master.

Although the painting skills of the remaining few are not as good as those of Mr. Qin and Guan Qian'an, they are still somewhat famous.

Mr. Qin took action. They knew that they had no chance of getting richer than the Yang family. However, the masters were mostly arrogant and arrogant. How could they be defeated without a fight? They came this time not for those dozens of taels. If so, I'm lucky enough to be favored by Mr. Qin. If you want to give me a few words, it will be a worthwhile trip.

Fang Zichen joined as a young man, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered that strayed into a pack of wolves.

Yang Mutao brought the people over and introduced each other. The next person hurried over and said that there was something going on ahead. The second master couldn't decide, so he let him go.

Yang Mutao told Fang Zichen a few words, confessed to a few people, and led the servants away.

None of this group of people knew anyone, and they had just said hello. Fang Zichen sat aside, picked up a piece of snacks, and started eating as if no one else was around.

His temperament and appearance are extremely outstanding. Probably painters prefer "beautiful" things. Several people stared at him for a while. Fang Zichen took a bite of snacks and glanced at them. Seeing that they were all staring at him, he took another bite of snacks. , glanced at them, and saw that they were still staring at him, he was not happy.

Fang Zichen took another snack and wanted to turn around to eat it, but Mr. Qin spoke first.

"Is my little friend also here to paint Mrs. Zheng's birthday?"

Fang Zichen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Yes!"

Mr. Qin smiled: "My little friend is good at painting?"

Fang Zichen shook his head and nodded again: "I'm not very good at it. I know a lot of it. If I'm good at it, then I should be good at cooking."

Mr. Qin: "..."

Mr. Qin choked up: "Then you "..."

Fang Zichen took a sip of pastry and a sip of tea, feeling very happy: "I can draw. Although this is not the best of my many skills, it's just a portrait, and it's easy to do."

These words are really arrogant . Extremely.

This caused several other people to murmur in low voices.

"This young man has a very good tone!"

"This boy is good-looking, but he is a fool."

"He looks still young, probably not yet mature enough. If so, I'm afraid he won't be able to learn painting for a few years.

"How dare you be so arrogant?"

Before Mr. Qin could say anything, someone next to him said angrily, "You must be so confident, little friend. Do you know who the person sitting in front of you is? " Is that so? Not to mention Mr. Qin and Mr. Guan, I and a few others have been immersed in this way for more than 20 years and have never dared to speak like this. My little friend is very courageous, but...you still Go back obediently!"

"It's your fault that you don't dare!" Fang Zichen glanced at him, curled his lips and said, "I dare to say that if I have the ability, I can say as much as I want. If you talk big, that's bragging. I never brag."

"..."

Seeing that the uncle seemed a little unconvinced, Fang Zichen took a bite of the snack and said, "Uncle, you are so narrow-minded. When it comes to martial arts, the masters always come first. I am no older than you, but so what! Some people are born to attack people. After a few years of learning, they can overcome it. You guys have been together for ten or twenty years."

"..." The man smiled and said, "You mean you are the genius?"

Fang Zichen nodded and said honestly: "Yes. Ah! Although I don't think so myself, but everyone said so, one or two people may have seen it wrong, but so many people think so, then I should be a genius, after all, the eyes of the public are all You're so sharp!"

Everyone was speechless for a moment. The literati were all modest, restrained and gentle. This was the first time they met Fang Zichen.

It could be said that he was a young man who did not know the bounds of the world and was arrogant in his words. However, he had an honest face and his words were well-founded, leaving them all speechless to refute. They just wanted to show off their skills later and dampen his spirit.

Chapter 136

Mrs. Zheng's seventieth birthday, there are many guests, and the market is bustling. Most ancient people do not live long. This often means that poor people

are tired from digging in the fields. This is manual work and uncultivated. The crop yield is small, and after a year of hard work, the stomach is not full, and the hunger is full, and the chaffy vegetables are eaten. It is not a big deal when you are young, but in middle age, you will suffer from various problems.

My family is poor and I can't bear to spend the money to go to a medical clinic.

This is not the case for wealthy families. They have many servants, and they have the best food and clothing. They take bird's nest and white fungus supplements from time to time. Most of the elderly in the family can live to be eighty or ninety years old.

Mrs. Zheng was getting older and had limited energy. She was a little tired after greeting the guests in the main courtyard.

She sat on the master's seat, while several daughters-in-law were still directing the maids to work outside. She glanced around and frowned: "Where is the eldest daughter-

in-law?" The old servant who was waiting on the side poured her a cup of tea: "Mrs. just said... She felt unwell, so she asked the maid to help her back to the backyard to rest. "

Mrs. Yang is now more than three months pregnant. Recently, she has suffered from severe morning sickness, unable to eat or drink, and she has been eating mussels. The difficulty is even more difficult than that of ordinary people. After all, Mrs. Zheng has been through this. , and knew the hard work involved, but it was different today. The guests came all the way, but as the mistress of Yang Mansion, she did not show up, which seemed to be a sign of contempt.

Mrs. Zheng shook her head and said, "You are still so ignorant of etiquette at this age."

The old servant did not dare to speak.

In addition to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Zheng also have a nephew-nephew relationship.

Mrs. Zheng could say this, but she didn't dare.

"You send someone to call her." Mrs. Zheng thought for a while, and saw that the old servant was about to call the maid, and said: "Forget it, let her rest! After all, the child in her belly is more important."

In the morning When the guests arrived, everyone began to wish Mrs. Zheng her birthday.

Most of the visitors this time were wealthy businessmen, and they all spent lavishly.

Exquisite jasper hairpin, inlaid with pearls and jasper steps, begonia dripping emerald jasper hairpin, hibiscus jade ring, hanging pearl moon hairpin, milky white pearl necklace.

Knowing Mrs. Zheng's preferences, the family members and their sons and daughters-in-law gave them some longevity cotton jackets, embroidered longevity cotton robes, colorful Guanyin bottles, Buddhas that extend life immeasurably, and the Lotus Sutra written in gold.

Among the grandchildren, Yang Mingyi was the youngest, and he gave Zhang Shouping away.

Mrs. Zheng also liked her grandson. She looked at him and after a few diligent words, she looked at his legs and asked, "Whose child are you holding?"

Yang Mingyi was standing among the crowd, not very conspicuous. It was his turn to present the gift, and he stood in the center. He thought that the good boy was still young, and he only recognized him, so he was afraid that he would be frightened without him, so he took him with him.

The good boy held his hand and asked Mrs. Zheng. He blinked and replied: "I am a child of my father's family."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

The people around him laughed. stand up.

The good boy didn't know what they were laughing at, but he felt that everyone was staring at him. He pinched the corners of his clothes nervously, thinking that everyone had given something to the old lady just now, but he didn't, and he was very embarrassed.

He remembered Fang Zichen's instructions before leaving, imitated Yang Mingyi's salute, and said shyly: "My good boy, I wish my old grandma to be as blessed as the East Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains." He

seemed to be surprised that this big-headed doll, who was not very rich but was clean and tidy, would say this Everyone paused for a moment, quite surprised by such a congratulatory speech.

Children of aristocratic families, most of their children are initiated by apprentices at the age of four.

This big-headed kid is short and small. He looks like he's only two years old. He didn't expect to speak so eloquently. He looks like he's been trained in literary etiquette.

Mrs. Zheng laughed: "Okay, okay, you are a talker. How old are you? Are you two years old?"

The good boy raised three fingers: "Good boy, you are three years old!"

Everyone in the meeting was surprised. .

Except for Yang Mingyi and a few of his cousins, most of the people here are already parents. Everyone knows how many children they have, how old they are, and what kind of children they are. Now when I hear the good boy say that he has three children, Now that I'm old, I still don't believe it.

After all...it's really too small.

But looking at his clothes, it seems that his family is not very wealthy. It is normal for a country boy to not eat well and not grow taller.

Mrs. Zheng thought the big-headed boy was very handsome and teased him: "Then who did you

come with today?" "Come with my father!" The good boy said, "But my father is going to make a lot of money and a few birds. Let's go. " I will follow Yang Zhu obediently."

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said, "Well, everyone has given gifts to grandma. Do you have anything to give to grandma?"

Guaizi thought for a while and nodded: "Yes. "Dear~"

Old Mrs. Zheng asked, "What?"

"Good boy, will you sing a song?" Good boy asked.

"Okay!"

Guaizi started singing and dancing.

Yang Mingyi saw him swinging from side to side like a tumbler, then jumping to the left and then to the right.

Good luck to you, good

luck to you. Good luck to you. Good

luck to you. Good luck to you. Good luck to you. May you

prosper and go around. Stack

a paper crane and tie it with a red ribbon.

May kind people have good luck every day. Come to

you, your hardworking life will be beautiful, your health and spring will always

make the birds smile in your busy life

...

Guaizi finished singing, panting, and his face turned red from exhaustion.

This song is novel and very different from what I have heard before.

The singing is festive and the dancing is funny.

Someone said: "This little baby can really sing! It's a good time. The old lady is kind and harmonious, and treats others kindly. Good people are blessed by God, but it must be good luck."

The big guys said yes again and again, and some people even responded. The boy applauded, and the room became noisy. Mrs. Zheng even called the good boy to her side, held him and sat on her lap, pinched his wrinkled and old face: "You little baby, who taught you this?" The song you sing is really good."

"My father taught me!" said Guaizi.

...

Near noon, after meeting the guests in the front yard, Mrs. Zheng came.

She specially asked the old servant to dress up. Now she changed into brighter clothes, which made her look very energetic.

She was sitting in the small courtyard in the middle of the lake, leaning against the pavilion pillars, with a green lake behind her.

The boy brought in the tables and chairs and placed them one by one in the positions chosen by the master. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them.

The original scene was planned to be on the porch in the backyard, where it would be protected from the wind, but Mrs. Zheng was not happy and thought the view there was not good.

The painters glanced at Fang Zichen and began to dip their pens in ink.

Fang Zichen was not the case. He looked at Mrs. Zheng carefully for a moment, keeping her expression and facial features in mind before taking out a pen from his waist.

It's a "pencil" he made himself in Yuanzhou.

A general never fights an unprepared battle, and neither does he.

Even if he comes, he will naturally grab the thirty taels of silver.

Mrs. Zheng is old and cannot sit still for a while. She rests back and forth. After she takes a rest, the other painters stop painting. Only Fang Zichen is still painting with ease.

Painting requires the most concentration when writing. Except for the master, everyone else is careful and careful when writing. Even Mr. Qin, when he writes, his movements seem to be deliberately slowed down. Everyone has their own specialty. The angle, habits, and distance were so far away that they all shook their heads secretly when they saw him holding an unknown object in his hands, making large movements, and scribbling like a child of several years old without knowing the importance of it.

You don't even use a pen to draw, are you kidding me? ?

When I pinched that thing, I saw that the technique was wrong. After all, I was a young man, and I didn't know the heights of the world and thought I was right.

They were still angry with him and overestimated the other party's view of him as their opponent, which was simply childish.

Figure sketching does not take long, it depends on one's personal skills. If you are a master of painting, you can complete it in ten or twenty minutes. If your skills are not good, it will take an hour or two.

It's not that Fang Zichen couldn't feel the contempt in their eyes. He could get thirty taels casually, but these old guys questioned him again and again, looking at him as if he was looking at an ignorant child. But Fang Zichen Furious.

They didn't want to dampen Fang Zichen's spirit, but Fang Zichen wanted to kill them.

Moreover, thirty taels of silver...

a big fat chicken only costs fifty or sixty cents, one tael is one thousand cents, and one thousand cents can buy almost twenty chickens.

Thirty taels, six hundred chickens...

He and Brother Zhao like to eat meat so much! ! !

Six hundred chickens flew before our eyes one by one, and then turned into countless fragrant roast chickens.

He and Brother Zhao were sitting on the threshold with a chicken in each hand. Brother Zhao kissed him on the face a few times, shyly and with admiration:

"Husband, you are so awesome!"

"Father is the most important. You are the best in the world!"

As soon as he imagined this scene, Fang Zichen shuddered, and his "combat power" soared.

After painting for a while, a maid next to him leaned over and poured him a cup of tea.

"Sir, please take a rest first!"

Fang Zichen paused and glanced at her subconsciously.

"Thank you!"

The maid blushed and stepped aside.

Fang Zichen didn't think much, drank tea, painted for a while, and then stood up.

"I've finished the painting."

Yang Mutao was a little surprised and came over: "Is the painting really done?"

Fang Zichen: "Yes."

When the other painters heard this, they all turned to look over.

Mr. Qin was sitting at the front, and everyone could see clearly that he had superb painting skills and extraordinary skills, but he could only draw most of his works on paper, and this young man could actually draw them well?

Could this be a joke?

When Yang Mutao came to the table, everyone saw that he was stunned at first, then picked up the drawing paper with some excitement, and said in disbelief: "This... this..."

The painters looked at each other, They gathered around, their eyes widened.

"How is that possible?"

On the drawing paper, a lifelike portrait of Mrs. Zheng was reflected like a shadow. The wrinkles on her face, the fine marks at the corners of her eyes, and the lip lines on her mouth were all depicted, with light and dark interlaced, completely three-dimensional. , if it is dyed, it will be completely indistinguishable from a real person.

Mr. Qin came over at some point, staring at the painting in disbelief.

This painting method was regarded as unique, and everyone gathered around the painting to admire it.

Fang Zichen ignored them. Yang Mingyi sent someone over, saying that the good guy was looking for him and asked him to finish painting.

Before anyone could react, Fang Zichen had already slipped away.

The good boy hugged the big fruit tightly, and when he saw Fang Zichen, he immediately ran over.

"Father..."

"Hey," Fang Zichen picked him up and said, "What's wrong?" He

said in the morning that he was going to make a lot of money. His son was sensible and would definitely not make trouble with him if nothing happened.

The good boy handed over the fruit: "There is some fruit, it is fragrant, I want to give it to my father."

This fruit is produced in the north. In an era when transportation was inconvenient, a basket of lychees could be offered as a tribute, which shows how valuable it is.

This fruit was given by a merchant who left the boat. It wasn't much, so Mrs. Zheng gave one to Guaizi.

The good boy smelled it and felt that it was fragrant and delicious, so he hurriedly found Fang Zichen and wanted to give it to him.

Fang Zichen was so moved that he kissed him twice on the face.

Seeing that the sun was already high, Yang Mingyi wanted to take them to the front yard for dinner, but as soon as he turned a corner, several groans suddenly came from the rockery in front of him.

The good boy immediately hugged Fang Zichen tightly, buried him in his arms, and said: "Father, there is a ghost screaming, and the good boy is afraid."

Chapter 137

Fang Zichen almost laughed.

This is not a ghost cry.

I'm afraid he didn't understand it before, but it's different now. He is a veteran and has rich experience, so he understands now.

He patted Yang Mingyi on the shoulder and said with excitement: "Is this someone from your house? In broad daylight, you are so brave!"

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Yang Mingyi's face turned red: " I, I don't know!"

"Let's go quickly! It's not a good idea to disturb people..." Before they could finish their words, the two people came out from behind the rockery and kissed passionately.

Fang Zichen quickly pulled Yang Mingyi aside.

God has given people a pair of black eyes, but some people like to use them to look at yellow things.

This is true.

The sound from the front got louder and louder. Fang Zichen couldn't hold it any longer and stretched his head out.

After the two people came out of the rockery, Yang Mingyi became a little distracted. As if to verify something, he also stretched out his head, and his two heads popped up and down from the corner, sneaking around, as if he was investigating the enemy's situation, like a thief. Similar.

As soon as he saw it clearly, Fang Zichen covered his eyes.

"Brother Fang..."

"You kid, don't look at it, you'll get needle eyes."

He covered this one, but forgot about the other one.

The good boy wondered in a low voice: "Father, what are they doing to Xi Mo? That grandpa bit that grandma's neck and dripped blood. Is he a hungry bird? Miss Xiren? Grandma must be in pain. No wonder she screams ghostly. Father, we I have to help and save her."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Fang Zichen quickly covered his eyes: "No."

"Then they are doing it, Xi Mo." Zai asked again.

Fang Zichen choked up: "They... noobs pecked each other."

They were so close that Fang Zichen and Yang Mingyi didn't dare to breathe.

Yang Mingyi seemed a little stunned and stunned. Fang Zichen poked him: "Are you scared?"

Yang Mingyi nodded.

After all, he was still young, and most ancient people were reserved, so Yang Mingyi must not have understood what happened before.

Fang Zichen dismissed him and said that the two of them were looking for lice in their mouths and doing some exercise, so it would be fine.

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Yang Mingyi is indeed still young, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand everything.

The three of them huddled together, head to head. When Yang Mutao came over, this was what he saw.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Zichen and Yang Mingyi were startled. Before they could speak, the voice in front floated over again.

Yang Mutao's whole body trembled, like a thunderbolt. The low, familiar groan made his brain buzz, as if he had swallowed ten kilograms of explosives at once. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out, and his brain was pounding. There was an explosion.

His reaction was too great, and his violent aura made people's hearts palpitate. Fang Zichen was a little stunned, and the good boy hugged him tightly, not daring to look.

If someone did something shameless like this in his own backyard, he would probably be angry, but it wouldn't be a big deal if he was so angry!

Fang Zichen couldn't figure it out. Just when he was wondering, he saw Yang Mutao rushing out with his fists clenched.

The housekeeper was lying happily on Mrs. Yang when he was suddenly kicked away.

Seeing Yang Mutao, who was supposed to be meeting the guests at the front, suddenly appeared here, Mrs. Yang's eyes suddenly widened, her face full of panic and disbelief.

"Old... Master?"

Yang Mutao grabbed her hair, lifted her up, slapped her in the face, and gritted his teeth: "Bitch."

Mrs. Yang fell to the ground, her face suddenly swollen, and her face became swollen. The bun was messy, the gold hairpin fell to the ground, the clothes on her chest were completely open, and her skin was covered with green and purple hickeys, some old and new, she hurriedly hugged them.

Fang Zichen: "..."

It's really eye-catching.

"Master, master, please listen to my explanation."

She kneeled up to Yang Mutao, but Yang Mutao ignored her.

Fang Zichen glanced at Mrs. Yang, then at Yang Mingyi: "This...is this Mrs. Yang?" Yang

Mingyi: "Yeah!"

Fang Zichen: "Then, who is that person?"

Everyone said Family scandals should not be made public, but Fang Zichen had seen it, so it didn't matter. Yang Mingyi replied: "It's the manager of the house."

Fang Zichen was stunned.

This Mrs. Yang is amazing.

The so-called affair refers to having an affair. Today is Mr. Zheng's birthday, and Mrs. Yang is actually having sex with the housekeeper in the small back garden. I don't know if she is so bold, but the loneliness is unbearable. I couldn't hold it any longer, but I still didn't take Yang Mutao seriously at all.

Or maybe he was tired of living the good life and wanted to have an affair with a servant.

Not to mention that the butler was short, had a big belly, and had a greasy face. He was not even as big as Yang Mutao's toe. He was really blind.

Yang Mutao was furious and looked like he wanted to kill someone. The housekeeper did not dare to confront him head-on and ran towards Fang Zichen. Yang Mutao said: "Fang boy, help me catch him."

Fang Zichen stood still holding his son in his arms.

This is Yang Mutao's family matter, how could he, an outsider, have the nerve to interfere?

What kind of virtue he has, Yang Mutao is the most pure. He is a master who does not show off his flesh and blood. Seeing that the person is about to run away, Yang Mutao said: "I will give you ten pieces of silver."

Fang Zichen: "... "

Fang Zichen felt that he was being manipulated by Yang Mutao. These words simply hit his Achilles heel.

Money can make all the difference, let alone an individual!

This housekeeper is not a very good one. Helping someone once is worth building a seven-level pagoda.

Done.

The housekeeper didn't seem to take Fang Zichen seriously. Seeing that he was holding a child, he dared to block the way. He ran close to him and tried to knock him away. Fang Zichen swept over and the housekeeper screamed "Ah" and flew away. , hitting Yang Mutao's feet with a bang.

He was dizzy from the fall and his eyes were black. Before he could recover, Yang Mutao kicked him twice, right in the ribs.

This time it was even worse. The housekeeper lay on the ground screaming in pain, unable to get up after being kicked by Yang Mutao.

"Master, please spare my life!"

He raised his upper body, hugged Yang Mutao's legs, and begged for mercy without dignity.

"Master, I have realized my mistake. I will never dare to do it again. Please, Master, please spare my life."

His servant, who signed the contract of betrayal, even if he is beaten to death, No one pursued.

Yang Mutao is like the King of Hell, in charge of his life and death.

If you want him to live, he will live. If you want him to die in the middle of the night, he will not live until the fourth watch.

The officials would be scared.

Really scared.

Yang Mutao was furious when he received no response when he begged for mercy, as if he would not stop until he beat the person to death.

Yang Mingyi held him back: "Father."

"Brother Yi, let go and go back to the front yard."

Yang Mingyi frowned and did not let go: "Father, don't fight anymore, someone will be killed."

"That's all, Such beasts deserve to be beaten to death." He shook Yang Mingyi away and kicked him again. Mrs. Yang, disheveled, crawled over and hugged his other leg.

"Master, spare his life!"

Hearing this, Yang Mutao stopped, as if his anger had been calmed down, he leaned down and pinched Mrs. Yang's chin.

"Master?"

He was so strong that Mrs. Yang was pinched painfully. She protected her belly with one hand and supported it on the ground with the other, not daring to break it.

"You beg for mercy on his behalf? Do you still have the nerve to beg for mercy for him? Okay, it's really good!" Yang Mutao let go of his hand, his face twisted with anger: "Zheng Xiaoling, did I give you shame? Is this the case? Nian, I was so good to you that you dared to betray me like this?"

Mrs. Yang panicked, her voice trembling: "Master, no, I love you, I..."

"Shut up. ." Yang Mutao's red eyes stared at her, the anger inside almost turning into substance.

Mrs. Yang swallowed, and an unprecedented sense of fear rose up in her feet, sending chills down her spine for a moment.

Yang Mutao only thought it was ridiculous and ridiculous: "You love me, and you still do this kind of thing, why are you so shameless? Do you still know about etiquette, justice and shame?"

"I love you, I really love you." Mrs. Yang knelt on the ground. , cried and whined, and said: "Master, I was confused for a moment. I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."

He is a man who witnessed his wife's cheating. If he didn't get mad to death on the spot, it is considered his character. alright.

Yang Mutao slapped her again and said angrily: "Dreaming."

In front of Yang Mingyi and an outsider, Mrs. Yang also felt ashamed. She repeatedly begged for mercy, but Yang Mutao didn't care about the relationship between husband and wife at all. She was at home At that time, she was the legitimate daughter who was pampered by her family. After marrying Yang Mutao, she became the mistress of the family, and she had always enjoyed great glory.

Has this ever happened before?

She was indeed guilty of stealing, but was it all her fault?

"Master, what do you think?"

Although Yang Mutao and she have been married for many years, they don't have much affection. He only treats Mrs. Yang with due respect and nothing else: "I want to divorce you.

"I'm pregnant, are you going to divorce me too?" Mrs. Yang said with the last glimmer of hope, "Don't you want a son?" Yang

Mutao looked at her belly: "The one in your belly is really my son." "

The housekeeper was lying on the ground, his eyes flickering, and Mrs. Yang said: "Yes!"

Yang Mutao: "How long have you been with him behind my back?"

Mrs. Yang paused, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at him. After a moment, he said: "Yes, it's been two months."

Yang Mutao shouted: "Tell me the truth."

Mrs. Yang didn't dare to hide it anymore: "...It's been more than three months."

"The child is also more than three months old . It's been a month, what a coincidence!" Yang Mutao said gloomily.

Mrs. Yang's face was pale, and her stomach was cramping, but she couldn't care less: "Master..."

"I'm afraid you don't know, before I gave birth to brother Yi, I fell off a horse and injured myself. I had a hard time having children. The doctor said that if I wanted to have a child, I was afraid there was no hope. But he didn't say death, so I didn't give up. As a result, after all these years, with so many people in the backyard, I was the only one, Brother Yi. You suddenly told me that you When I was pregnant, I still thought that God was too open-minded to see that I would never have a child. Now, damn, tell me, is there such a coincidence in this world? "Yang Mutao yelled.

His eyes were full of blood, and he kept asking questions one after another. He was rarely like this. After decades of marriage, Mrs. Yang had never seen him so rude and angry.

She was stunned and had nothing to say for a moment.

She was not sure whose son her son was, but she secretly hoped that it was Yang Mutao's.

When she first got pregnant, it wasn't like she wasn't afraid, but now that things have become like this, what if she was afraid?

She is a woman, and she longs for a child more than anyone else. She keeps telling herself that this child belongs to her and the master. She thinks so much, and even she thinks so.

When Yang Mutao said this, even his son refused to recognize him.

She risked her life, put away all the embarrassment, panic, and discomfort in her eyes, and yelled: "Is it all my fault? Yes, I stole someone, but I still love you! Isn't this a betrayal of you?"

What a shocking statement!

Fang Zichen looked at Mrs. Yang and was stunned.

like?

Cheating after falling in love?

If this is not betrayal, then what is!

□□Cheating and mental cheating seem to be very serious.

Just like two pieces of shit, even if they are different colors and shapes, both are smelly.

"I have been married to you for so many years. How many days have you spent with me? I am a woman. I need love and care. You fill the courtyard with people year after year. You can hug me from left to right. Why can't I?" Mrs. Yang stood up tremblingly from the ground, crying in tears.

"I gave you the position of mistress," Yang Mutao frowned: "Isn't this enough?"

Mrs. Yang was trembling all over: "Not enough, not enough. You know, this is never what I want. What feelings do I have for you? It's not that you don't know, but you turned a blind eye. When I watched you talking and laughing at those bitches, do you know what I was thinking? I wanted to kill them, kill them all, but, I I know you don't like this, so I've endured it for decades. I'm going crazy. I just can't bear it anymore."

"So you're cuckolding me?" Yang Mutao pointed at the housekeeper. You are not picky. You found such an adulterer and let such a person cuckold me. You are really good." Facing Mrs. Yang's embarrassed face, he said one by one: "Zheng Xiaoling, have you forgotten that you were the one? You begged for nothing and insisted on marrying me. I didn't rush to beg you. Did you forget? I said it at that time. I said that I don't like you. You can't be the only one in this life. You were greedy at the beginning. My beauty, I said it doesn't matter, but now you come to blame me, where does the shame come from?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

It seems that you know a lot.

Is it time for him to leave?

But... the good stuff always comes later, and he really couldn't bear to leave.

Mrs. Yang was speechless.

Everything Yang Mutao said is true.

When Yang Mutao was young, he was a well-known handsome man in Fu'an Town. If he was not very handsome, he would not be able to lure Wu Huifang back from Yuanzhou with just his mouth.

And if you look at Yang Mingyi, you can get a glimpse of his demeanor when he was young.

Mrs. Yang liked him, but Yang Mutao was too playful at the time to settle down, so she begged to go to Mrs. Zheng. Mrs. Zheng also doted on her niece, thinking that if the two families got married, that would be They kissed each other and agreed.

Mrs. Yang thought of going in first, so that they could get in touch easily under the same roof. She thought that she was outstanding in appearance and beauty, so there was no reason why she couldn't win over Yang Mutao. But the facts proved that when a prodigal turns back, he either sees through the world of mortals and will fall into Buddhism. Indulging without restraint and without restraint.

Yang Mutao's heart was made of iron. For many years, no matter how hard she tried to cover it, she couldn't keep it warm.

Staying alone in an empty room is ultimately lonely, and then the housekeeper appears. He was caring and gentle, which was exactly what Mrs. Yang longed for, and she soon fell in love with him.

The first time, she was regretful, panicked, and felt sorry for Yang Mutao, but the more times she did it, the regrets and panic disappeared again and again in the joy, and she even felt that it didn't matter.

Yang Mutao didn't know how to cherish her. He had people who cherished her, but she was not unloved.

Yang Mutao is looking for a concubine, and she is looking for a man. What happened?

Fang Zichen was watching the show with great interest, when suddenly a wave of heat rushed up from his lower abdomen.

Chapter 138

This flow of heat came very suddenly. It was like an electric current rushing through me. I couldn't tell what it felt like. It was crisp and numb. The blood in my body seemed to be rushing to my lower abdomen, circling, flowing and rushing around, as if I was eager to find it. A breakthrough.

Fang Zichen thought that he might be in a hurry. After all, he had not solved the problem of grain reincarnation all morning. He handed the boy to Yang Mingyi, asked about the approximate location of the latrine, and then ran away.

This is the small courtyard of the Yang Mansion. It is remote and quiet, with green grass and a few small bamboos planted on the roadside. Apart from the cleaning servants, Yang Mingyi comes here most frequently.

Just as I turned the corner, I bumped into someone.

Fang Zichen's limbs and bones were all sore and weak, and his head was getting more and more dizzy. He felt as if he was drunk after drinking two kilograms of Erguotou.

The collision caused him to almost fall, and he staggered back a few steps, holding on to the wall before he could stand still.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The voice was familiar. It was the maid who poured him tea when he was painting.

Fang Zichen raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, and his voice was as if he had swallowed sparks, and he was hoarse: "...It's okay."

"Let me help you!" This maid, who had no eyesight, put her hands on Fang Zichen's arms, and there was a fragrance. It also floated along.

It's the lotus rouge incense from Qingpin Pavilion. A small box is worth five taels of silver.

Just as Fang Zichen was about to push her, the heat rushed up again, stronger than before.

The stimulation spreading down his spine made him almost unsteady on his feet, his breathing gradually became faster, and his fair skin was stained with a layer of crimson.

The fragrance of lotus and rouge also seemed to be getting sweeter and stronger, pervasive, covering him like teeth and claws.

The maid called again: "Master?"

Fang Zichen subconsciously looked at her.

This maid is extremely outstanding in appearance, with a face like a peach blossom, skin like gelatin, and a purple gold hairpin with glazed beads on her head.

What kind of maid is this?

Even if the Yang family had a house full of gold and silver, the servants would not be so wealthy.

That purple gold hairpin will not come out within five or sixty ounces.

At this moment, three men walked towards them on the path, heading straight for them. When they came closer, they bowed and said,

"Miss, I have already done what you asked me to do."

Lian Niang said, "Well, Go and guard outside, don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

Fang Zichen: "..."

At this moment, if you still don't understand what happened, it's okay not to let anyone in."

This is the only way out from the backyard. In the past, Fang Zichen would not be afraid of those three men. He would treat them like chopping melons and vegetables, but this time... Sister Lin is possessed.

Fragile, soft, powerless.

It's impossible.

"Young Master..."

The two made eye contact. Fang Zichen's heart beat faster, his mouth went dry, and the blood in his body boiled.

I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time!

Got fucked again.

For a handsome man, no matter how prominent his family background is, the women who are fascinated by him will follow him one after another, like a crucian carp crossing a river, talking endlessly.

He had been drugged before, so it was understandable.

But now he is no longer the wealthy young man who drank yogurt and only licked the bottle cap. He is now a wage earner, working eight to five, working hard, struggling for food and clothing, and his legs have entered the tomb of marriage. , Er Sha is also good at soy sauce, why are there still people staring at him? ?

The girl who drugged him before had broken through several cells now.

This...he will never let it go.

Lian Niang was grabbed by the wrist: "Master?"

Fang Zichen held up the last one. Shang Qingming asked: "Who are you?"

"I am Lian Niang! Don't you remember me?" Lian Niang said, putting her hand on Fang Zichen She was a head shorter than Fang Zichen. Just reaching his chest, she raised her head, her neck was long and white, and she smiled coyly: "Master, why do you look at me like this? "Is your pity mother beautiful?"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything and didn't resist.

Lian Niang stood up on tiptoes and blew hot air into his neck, exhaling like blue: "Master, Lian Niang is so lonely!"

Fang Zichen was silent, neither catering nor rejecting.

Lian Niang stretched out her green-white fingertips and gently touched the bridge of his narrow and straight nose, then slowly moved downwards, rubbing his chin almost teasingly, and then took his fingertips in her mouth.

"Sir, are you feeling comfortable?"

It was warm and wet, as if it had been licked by a snake.

Fang Zichen was indifferent and didn't reply to her. He just panted and said suddenly: "Are you from Jia Yuan's wife's family?"

Lian Niang paused and said happily: "Well, the young master finally remembered me."

"You were before I've been to Zuixialou." Fang Zichen endured his nausea and said, "All the beautiful ones are the same, but you are very special."

Lian Niang: "..."

"Ah, no. "Excuse me." Fang Zichen raised the hand that had just been sucked into his mouth, deliberately saying, "My son just pooped, and I wiped him with this hand. Before I had time to wash it, how did it taste when you licked it?

" Mother: "..."

Lian Niang has never been so humiliated before. A surge of anger surged up, and she raised her hand reflexively, but she couldn't face Fang Zichen's face, which was full of determination from bone to skin. With the arrogance and coldness between his eyebrows, his slap stopped in mid-air.

Fang Zichen's appearance is really outstanding.

Fairies who use sex to seduce people are probably nothing more than that.

Lian Niang had a slight crush on Fang Zichen. She often went to Zuixiaolou and found various excuses to strike up a conversation with him. At first, Fang Zichen was quite polite to her. After Lian Niang revealed her feelings for him, Fang Zichen rejected her, and even more so later. Avoid her.

Men miss the less they can get, and so do women.

"You've been ogling me like your eyes were cramping. I ignored you, and now you're drugging me?" Fang Zichen's eyes were blood red, and the desire in his body was surging, like waves, one after another, one after another, but In a moment, it reached the top.

This medicine is really too strong.

Being teased like this by her, the bad genes in Fang Zichen couldn't help but stir up.

He was almost unsteady on his feet. He clenched his fists and bit his lower lip with his canine teeth. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He let the pain force him to stay awake. He looked into Lian Niang's eyes and let out a cold laugh: " Just because you want to seduce me? To be honest, I haven't seen any kind of beauty, and you are not qualified."

Lian Niang blushed.

She almost didn't expect that Fang Zichen could still stay awake at this point.

She was so good at the medicine that the little apprentice selling it said it was so powerful that even a little bit could make a full-grown bull go crazy.

Fang Zichen could hardly bear it anymore. Faced with her teasing and teasing again and again, he could still remain indifferent. His willpower was neither formidable nor astonishing.

But these are just appearances, Fang Zichen's mind has begun to drift.

The desire and impulse to possess the other person screamed crazily in his blood. He turned his head and his eyes accidentally glanced at Lian Niang.

Although she is not very tall, she has a curvy figure, which is completely different from men.

This is a woman.

Almost as soon as he realized this, the urge was mostly gone.

After he fell in love with Brother Zhao, he felt that he was already a crook.

Although Brother Zhao is a brother, he is no different from a man.

As a gay, how could he be so tough on a woman?

Even if he could toughen up, he couldn't be sorry to Brother Zhao.

He was unmoved when faced with Yang Mingyi, let alone Lian Niang, who was much worse than Yang Mingyi.

The desire subsided, and when Lian Niang admitted that she had drugged him, it was replaced by an unstoppable violence.

"I know you don't like me, you only like your husband, but why, why can he get your love but I can't? How can I not compare with him? He is just a brother." Lian Niang looked at it Follow him, take your time.

Fang Zichen has been drugged, and now he is in the palm of her hand. Even if Fang Zichen speaks rudely and humiliates her many times, it doesn't matter. As long as she waits, she won't believe it, and Fang Zichen can still bear it.

"I asked someone to inquire about him." Lian Niang said: "He used to be the child bride of a fool in the Ma family. Later he killed that fool. When he was sixteen years old, he hooked up with some wild man and gave birth to a child. You bastard, you are just like this, a shameless bitch, you..."

There was a sharp snap, and Lian Niang was stunned.

It wasn't until the burning pain rose on her face that she came back to her senses.

"Keep your fucking mouth clean." Fang Zichen rushed up to grab her, grabbed her collar, and pushed her against the wall: "He is a bitch, so who are you who openly drugged me? He is a brother, so what? You are noble when you are a lowly brother?" He glared at him fiercely, his voice sounding like it was coming from the abyss.

"You know, I hate it when people plot against me." The fact that Lian Niang drugged him made Fang Zichen particularly irritable, and the anger surged up. His hands were like iron claws, and Lian Niang struggled hard but couldn't break free. .

Fang Zichen did not dare to stay in this place anymore, but the people outside were guarding him and could not get out. The medicine had just taken effect and his body was incredibly heavy. It was not easy for him to hold on until now.

If the other party comes with a strong attack later, he may not be able to resist.

I don't know what this ancient aphrodisiac is all about. I have the desire, but I feel like I have been hit by Ruanjin Powder.

Whoever came up with this drug is a fucking idiot.

He threw Lian Niang to the ground.

Lian Niang was unprepared and unpredicted. Her back hit the bluestone road hard, and the back of her head also hit her. This time, she was dizzy and spinning.

Seeing that Fang Zichen wanted to leave, she gritted her teeth and grabbed his feet.

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After Brother Zhao finished selling the hot sauce, he didn't go back. Instead, he went to the shop. After shopping around, he went to buy some pots and pans.

Although there are some of these at home, I didn't think about starting a business when I bought them. There are only three people in the family, and the pots and pans I bought are all small ones, so it may be inconvenient to use them in the shop.

After buying it, he squatted in the backyard to wash it. When he was scrubbing, a porcelain plate suddenly fell from his hand without warning.

He wanted to pick it up, but even though he was very careful, his thumb still got a cut, and blood slowly came out.

He paused.

It's not like I haven't been hurt before.

When he was cutting pig grass at Ma's house and went up the mountain to chop firewood, he accidentally cut his hand and the injury was worse than this. He didn't feel anything bad at that time. He just looked at it numbly and then continued to chop firewood.

I don't know why this time, but I suddenly felt panicked.

He had just found a piece of cloth to wrap it up, and when he left the door open, someone shouted outside.

He wiped his hands and walked out, seeing a girl standing outside.

"Hello, what's the matter with?"

"You are Brother Zhao, right?" the girl said.

Brother Zhao didn't recognize her and nodded: "I am."

"Then come with me!" After the girl finished speaking, seeing Brother Zhao looking at her warily, she smiled and explained: "I She is a maid from the Yang Mansion. Mr. Fang and his son went to celebrate the old lady's birthday today. The son accidentally knocked over the water glass and his clothes got wet. Mr. Fang also wanted to celebrate the old lady's birthday and had no time, so he sent me to let you know. , I want you to go over and take your son back and change his clothes."

This statement is full of loopholes.

But Brother Zhao didn't think much about it.

Fang Zichen indeed took his good boy to celebrate Mrs. Zheng's birthday today, and it was not a lie.

"Wait for me."

He went back to the backyard to get the key, closed the door, and then followed the maid.

They entered through the back door, avoiding people all the way until they reached the small backyard, but they didn't see the good boy. Brother Zhao didn't dare to look around, and kept his eyes down all the way. The maid who was leading the way suddenly stopped and shouted.

"Miss..."

She rushed over. Brother Zhao looked up and saw someone lying on the ground in front of him.

"Miss, Miss, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly, don't scare me!"

Lian Niang was picked up by her, with obvious slap marks on her face.

Brother Zhao said: "She may have fainted."

...

Guaizi didn't receive it.

The maid was busy with her lady's affairs, so she didn't remember Brother Zhao.

The Yang Mansion was so big that you couldn't see the end of the small backyard. Brother Zhao didn't dare to wander around, so he had to go back the way he came.

As long as Fang Zichen is here, he doesn't have to worry. Fang Zichen protects the good boy like an eyeball. It's really wet. If he doesn't go, he will definitely find a way on his own.

He went back to the shop, washed and brushed, and returned to Xiaohe Village in the afternoon.

In the evening, he had just finished cooking and was picking vegetables in the yard when a carriage stopped outside.

Yang Mingyi got out of the car, then turned around and took the boy out.

The good boy didn't seem too happy. He pouted his little mouth and smiled when he saw Brother Zhao: "Daddy."

"Back." Brother Zhao took him and said hello to Yang Mingyi.

He looked at the carriage, but no one came out.

"Where is my husband?" Brother Zhao asked.

Hearing this, Yang Mingyi frowned: "Isn't Brother Fang back?"

Brother Zhao shook his head: "Not yet, isn't he with you guys?"

"No." Yang Mingyi said, "I haven't seen Brother Fang since this afternoon. I thought he was back."

Fang Zichen looked a little unreliable.

At noon, he said he would go to the latrine and give the boy to him, but he never came back.

Yang Mingyi didn't think much about it. He just thought that he had forgotten the boy and went back alone. In addition, the house was a bit chaotic and busy, so he had to send the boy back now.

As a result, Brother Fang hasn't come back yet?

Brother Zhao was anxious.

Yang Mingyi comforted him, then turned around and ordered the coachman and maid behind him to go back and help him find if he was still in the town and not back.

In the town, there weren't many places Fang Zichen could go to. He didn't see anyone in Zuixiao Tower or on the street.

Yang Mingyi returned home and asked the boy guarding the door. The boy said that they had not seen Fang Zichen come out throughout the afternoon.

Fang Zichen was outstanding in appearance and tall, and the servants had a deep impression of him. If he came out, it would be impossible not to see him, or not have any impression at all.

Yang Mutao heard that Fang Zichen was missing. He had no time to deal with Mrs. Yang and the housekeeper's affairs, so he sent someone to look for them first.

But after searching around the house, I couldn't find anyone.

He sent people to look outside again, and they searched all possible places, but Fang Zichen was still missing.

He seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

No trace, no trace.

Yang Mutao comforted him and said it was okay. He was a man, not a child, nothing could happen to him, and it was impossible for a living person to disappear for no reason.

When these words were poured into his ears, Brother Zhao didn't know what he thought of. The blood in his face suddenly faded, and he became pale and weak in an instant.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, almost like a thin and helpless bamboo pole, swaying in the wind.

Yang Mingyi reached out to support him, but as soon as he touched his wrist, Yang Mingyi stopped.

Cold, deathly, without any warmth.

"Brother Zhao?"

Brother Zhao didn't respond. He lowered his head and looked at his fingers blankly.

There was a small piece of cloth wrapped around it, with some blood seeping out.

It had been an afternoon, and I didn't feel much at that time, but this time it was actually unbearable pain.

"Brother Zhao..." Yang Mingyi frowned and called him again.

After a while, Brother Zhao slowly raised his head and glanced at him, his voice trembling and his eyes sad.

"My husband is back?"

"Still..." The hope in his eyes was so strong that Yang Mingyi suddenly couldn't speak. It seemed that as soon as the word 'no' was spoken, Brother Zhao was about to fall into despair. abyss.

The good boy was still holding the fruit tightly. He seemed to understand something now. He looked at Brother Zhao and then at Yang Mingyi. Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, he suddenly ran towards the door.

"Good boy, where are you going?" Yang Mingyi chased him out.

"Looking for father." Guaizi said.

Yang Mingyi stopped him: "I've already asked someone to look for it, so don't go."

"But...but we haven't found it yet." The boy's eyes turned red: "Father, are you sure it's a lost bird?"

Yang Mingyi was silent for a moment and coaxed him: "Well, he got lost and will be back later. Don't run around, otherwise Brother Fang will not see you when he comes back. He should be angry." The

good boy looked at him: "Is it true? Don't lie to me."

"Yeah!" Yang Mingyi wiped his tears and said in a harsh tone, "Uncle Yang, I won't lie to you."

There was no one in the Yang family, and Brother Zhao didn't know where to find anyone anymore. He was in a panic. Yang Mingyi suddenly asked, "Is Brother Fang going back already?"

Brother Zhao looked at him.

There is only one road from Xiaohe Village to Fu'an Town.

But from the town gate to Yang Mansion, all roads lead to Rome.

Brother Zhao hugged the boy and ran back. He didn't dare to rest for a moment on the road. There were howling wolves and roaring tigers in the distance, but he couldn't seem to hear them. He just kept running forward. He had never run so hard before. However, his heart felt so uncomfortable that it seemed to burst. On a cold night in late autumn, he was covered in cold sweat. When he returned to the courtyard not far away, he didn't know what he saw. He suddenly staggered a few steps, as if he couldn't bear it anymore. , the strength that supported him to run back bravely disappeared in an instant.

Brother Zhao fell forward, and the good boy rolled out of his arms. The fruit was crushed and he also hit a raised stone on his forehead. He did not dare to cry, but hurriedly got up using all four limbs together. Go get Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao lay motionless, and the good boy shouted: "Daddy, get up, daddy, get up quickly..."

Brother Zhao stared ahead with tears in his eyes.

The courtyard was dark, with no lights on.

······Fang Zichen hasn't come back yet.

Is he going to disappear suddenly like he did a few years ago? No matter how much he looks for it, he can't be found. He can't be found...

Chapter 139

"Daddy, get up..." The good boy took his hand and pulled hard: "Daddy, get up quickly, get up quickly."

"What are you getting up for?" Brother Zhao held on to the ground tightly. , his fingers were filled with rough sand and gravel. He felt no pain and only murmured in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "He doesn't even want me anymore. He abandoned me again..."

The wind blew. The boy didn't hear it clearly, he just thought he was tired from running and couldn't get up.

"Daddy, get up, don't stay here, let's go home, go home and wait for father."

There seemed to be something ignited by these words.

"Who are you waiting for? He doesn't want us anymore!" Brother Zhao suddenly roared: "He doesn't want us anymore, he won't come back."

Brother Zhao's emotions exploded without warning, and even he couldn't control it, like a pile of Sparks fell into the hay, and the fire started in an instant. He looked at the good boy, and his eyebrows looked more and more like Fang Zichen. At this moment, like a sharp knife, a cut was made on his heart, and all the negative emotions surged instantly. And out.

His fingers clasped the ground harder and harder, veins popped up on the back of his hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were scratches on the ground.

The good boy was frightened. He let go, pursed his lips, and then punched Brother Zhao with his small fist.

He didn't use any force, just hit Brother Zhao's shoulder lightly.

"Daddy is talking nonsense, daddy is talking nonsense." He raised his arm to wipe away his tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean. The tears still fell drop by drop. Brother Zhao's behavior made him feel scared. The tip of his nose was red. She cried so much that she hiccupped, and said intermittently with a sobbing tone: "Daddy, don't talk nonsense...Father is just a lost bird, he doesn't want us. Even good boys are not disobedient, good boys, be good! Father loves good ones the most." Little bird, father Simo will not want us. Dad, you are talking nonsense. It is wrong to talk nonsense and you are not good. When father comes back, I will ask him to spank you."

Brother Zhao's eyes trembled and he said nothing.

The good boy was crying on the side without making any sound. His small and frail figure stood like a stone in the dark night.

Tick... Tick...

I don't know how long it took, but it started to rain.

It was so late, everyone must have gone to bed, and the village was silent.

In the poor village of Biling, there are not even dogs.

They were lying on the bed. Even if their lives were hard, they were a healthy family and were always together, so it didn't matter if they were a little bit miserable.

No one knows what happened so close to home.

Brother Zhao was lying on the ground, his eyes empty.

He suddenly remembered that at that time, when Fang Zichen had just left, he had felt so sad for a time.

But the sadness was not strong, just faint, or rather not sad, to be more precise, it should be disappointment.

At that time, he and Fang Zichen just spent one night. He didn't know his name, where he came from, where he lived, and how old he was. He was just passing by and saw him leaning against a tree, panting, and he seemed to be in poor health, so he He wanted to go over and ask about the situation and if he needed help, but Fang Zichen saw him. After looking at him blankly for a few breaths, he suddenly grabbed him and held him firmly in his arms, and then... ·He was forced.

······Fang Zichen asked him thoughtfully, does it hurt? Hold his face and say sorry.

Just two words made him feel valued.

So he gave up resistance.

He was so eager, so eager for the tenderness in his eyes.

From the day he was abducted, no one asked him this question again. He was obviously alive and a human being, but he was as humble and lowly as an ant. Anyone could step on him and he had no human dignity at all.

The Ma family would always call him after they had finished eating. Sometimes if they cooked too much, he would be able to eat a few bites. If they cooked too little, he would be very hungry and would pick up the rice on the table and eat it.

At that time, Aunt Ma's idiot son was still there. He ate like a child. The food was always unsteady and fell on the dining table, and he couldn't finish the food in the bowl. When the Ma family was full and asked him to clear the table, he would pick it up. Come and eat.

Before he was seven years old, he was the treasure of his parents, a well-protected child in other families. He had simple eyes, straightforward manners, and was ignorant of worldly affairs.

He didn't feel anything was wrong with eating like this. He was so hungry that he couldn't think about what was there and what wasn't.

Until he was nine years old, he passed by He Da Leng's house. The family was eating in the yard. His youngest son dropped a bite on the table while picking up vegetables. He Da Leng didn't let him pick it up. He said it was dirty and he should not eat it. , keep it to feed the pigs.

Farmers don't take a bite of vegetables seriously, and there are plenty of them in the fields.

But Brother Zhao suddenly realized...it was dropped and dirty...people can't eat it, so they have to keep it to feed pigs.

But he ate it.

It turns out that he has been worse than a human being.

When he realized this, he almost collapsed.

He is obviously... a human being!

But he couldn't change it.

If you don't eat, you will starve.

The feeling of being hungry is the most uncomfortable thing.

I didn't understand it before, but he didn't feel any pressure after eating it.

But when he understood, he picked up the vegetables that fell on the table or even on the floor. He stuffed them into his mouth, as if chewing a sharp knife, his tongue was numb, and he couldn't taste the slightest taste. He swallowed it wholeheartedly, and the sharp knife cut it. It scratched his throat and scratched his internal organs. The pain made him burst into tears.

The Ma family did not treat him as a human being and beat and scolded him. The villagers used harsh and vulgar curse words and treated him like an animal.

This kind of life has been going on for a long time, day after day, year after year. Slowly, he began to force himself to get used to it and force himself to accept it.

He thought, consider it as atonement.

When people in the village saw him, they often shook their heads and said, "He committed evil!"

He didn't understand what evil he had committed. He obviously didn't do a bad thing, but since everyone said so, it should be.

But even if he comforted himself in this way, he would still often wake up at night, huddle in the straw stack, and feel sad.

It was so sad that it made him feel suffocated, making him feel that no one in this world loved him, cared about him, needed him, or valued him.

He is dispensable, he is lonely, there are children in the village, all of them have parents, no matter how bad the Ma family is, it is still a big family, lively and spacious, there are many people in the world, but Just him, alone.

He is like a leaf.

There are only trees with leaves, but trees have many leaves.

No one, no one cares about him.

Maybe one day he died in this small, dark, and damp woodshed, and no one noticed it until it smelled bad.

Not necessarily. The Ma family needs him to work. If he doesn't get up, the Ma family will definitely find out.

Tomorrow he has to cook breakfast for the Ma family, feed the pigs, sweep the yard, carry water, hoe weeds, and chop firewood. He has to go to bed quickly, go to bed quickly, it will be fine if he sleeps...

Fang Zichen is the first One that made him feel that he was also a cherished person.

He is like a ray of light shining down from the dark clouds, dazzling and gentle.

People always call the light that shines into the darkness salvation.

Brother Zhao knew what Ma Wen was thinking about him, and also knew the importance Ma Wen had in the hearts of Boss Ma and Aunt Ma. He wanted to take revenge on the Ma family, and also wanted to let Fang Zichen rescue him from the Ma family's cage, so he Complied.

But one night passed, Fang Zichen left, took his body, and left without leaving a word.

The light disappeared, and he still had to stay in the darkness.

In a short night, he didn't have any feelings for Fang Zichen. He left, he was just disappointed and didn't feel anything.

But this time...

he had never felt so desperate. Spending time together day and night, in Fang Zichen's sweet words, he surrendered his body and mind.

Fang Zichen was so showy and dazzling as the scorching sun. He was so cheerful, coaxing people, and so sincere.

Even though Brother Zhao's lonely and hard-working life was like a pool of stagnant water, it created ripples for Fang Zichen.

Brother Zhao likes him so much that when he appears, he can't take his eyes away.

His love is unabashed and sincere.

He kneaded Fang Zichen into his bones and blood, treating him as his only one without authorization. If Fang Zichen wanted to leave, it would be the same as cutting out his flesh and blood.

But is it because he is so bad that he can't even keep the people around him, or because he really saw the wrong person.

In the dark night, the emotions of breaking the dam are infinitely amplified.

This half afternoon felt like a century.

Pain and despair overwhelmed him several times.

He couldn't imagine how he would live without Fang Zichen?

Losing is not a punishment, remembering is.

If a person has never eaten sweet food, he does not know what sweet tastes like, nor does he know what bitterness is.

But if you have tasted something sweet and suddenly lose it, it will be like falling into hell before you return.

He couldn't help but think about Fang Zichen over and over again, and in the end, he almost collapsed.

Fang Zichen really disappeared.

Brother Zhao couldn't accept this for a long time.

He curled up in pain, hugged himself tightly, and buried his cheeks in his arms. The rain soaked him drop by drop.

The sky is not beautiful at all, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, with a biting chill.

The water rushed down the slope, carrying mud, rocks and dead leaves, and rushed to him, leaving him covered in filth. He stared blankly, stretched out his hand, and the water flowed through, briefly staying between his clenched fingers. Later, it flowed away again.

Can't hold it.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold it.

It often only takes a moment to get to know someone, but it may take a lifetime to forget someone.

Fang Zichen...it really cost him his life.

He whimpered, and the boy knelt down next to him, stretched out his thin arms to hold his head, buried it in his neck, and begged: "Daddy, can we go home? The boy wants to go home, the boy wants to go home. I want to go back."

Brother Zhao hugged him and cried bitterly.

Now he only has a son.

Going round and round, in the end, he still only has his son.

For the past six months, he had been in a trance like a dream. When he woke up from the dream, he had nothing.

Choking, he got up and said: "Let's go back."

He was full of exhaustion, with despair in his eyes. His thin body, with his child, staggered, and disappeared alone into the night.

Chapter 140

The boy was all wet, his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, and he was shivering from the cold.

Brother Zhao went to the kitchen to heat water for him and asked him to sit by the stove to warm himself. When he was given a bath, Brother Zhao found that he was cold and sniffing all the time. He thought he was cold.

"I'm sorry." Brother Zhao said in a hoarse voice.

The good boy was sitting in the bucket, his eyes were red and swollen. He stood up, kissed Brother Zhao, then hugged Brother Zhao's neck tightly and said: "Dad, don't talk nonsense, and don't cry like a bird, okay."

Brother Zhao endured the sourness in his eyes: "Well! Daddy, stop talking nonsense. Daddy shouldn't have yelled at you just now. I'm sorry. Please forgive daddy, okay? Daddy... Daddy only has you now."

" The good boy is not even angry." The good boy held his face and touched his forehead: "Dad said something wrong again. You still have a father. He will come back when he finds a way."

He kept repeating . As he said this, he kept thinking that Fang Zichen was lost.

Brother Zhao fixedly looked at him.

Although Guaizi is only three years old, his mind is more mature and more sensitive than other children of the same age.

He must have known it too.

I don't want to accept it, I'm looking for excuses to numb myself.

Brother Zhao hugged him and said no more.

No one was in the mood to eat. After taking a bath, the father and son went to bed early. They cuddled tightly together, just like they did last winter to keep warm.

It's still raining outside.

The good boy grabbed Brother Zhao's clothes, and Brother Zhao patted his back gently.

The good boy raised his head and said again: "Dad, dad only deals with lost birds, right?"

He was confirming.

Brother Zhao's arms suddenly stiffened, and in his blood-red eyes, he could see the pain and depression on the verge of collapse. He was silent, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "...Yes, go to sleep!"

" Well, my father said, you are a good boy if you stay up late. You should go to bed quickly. My father will come back tomorrow morning. "

What if he doesn't come back?" Brother Zhao suddenly asked.

The good boy looked at him, his eyes red again: "Daddy, why are you talking nonsense again? Father is probably lost. If Simo comes back, he won't come back. If he doesn't come back, the good boy will go find him. Daddy, go to bed quickly and stop talking nonsense." , otherwise the good boy will beat you."

Brother Zhao's voice choked: "Okay."

In the middle of the night, the good boy was suddenly woken up.

Brother Zhao had a fever and his forehead was hot. He seemed to be dreaming, and kept calling Fang Zichen's name.

He used to do this often, but in the past few months, he no longer had nightmares.

Guaizi yelled at him and couldn't wake him up. He cried anxiously and didn't know what to do.

Not knowing what he thought of, he got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran outside in the rain.

...

The old man is getting older and feels shallow.

Vaguely, Aunt Liu seemed to hear the cry of the good boy.

At first she thought she had heard it wrong, but after listening carefully for a while, the crying sound disappeared again. When she turned over and was about to go back to sleep, the crying sound started again.

"Grandma Liu...Grandpa Liu...Uncle Zhou...open the door, help, help~"

Aunt Liu heard this clearly, and she pushed Uncle Liu: "Old man, old man."

Uncle Liu opened his eyes in confusion, and said in a troubled voice: "What's wrong?"

Aunt Liu said, "Listen, is the good boy screaming?"

Uncle Liu glared at her, closed his eyes and turned over Body: "Are you confused? It's raining outside! It's still late at night, be good..." Just as he said that, the voice of the good boy came in again.

"... Wuwuwu, Grandma Liu, Grandpa Liu, open the door, open the door... Wuwuwu... Help the good boy, help the good boy~"

Uncle Liu immediately supported He got up and said, "What's going on? I think I really heard Guaizi's voice."

"I'll go out and have a look." Aunt Liu said, put on some clothes and hurriedly got out of bed, and when she came outside the hospital, she actually saw Guaizi. young.

She hurriedly opened the door, but the boy's eyes were swollen from crying and his voice was hoarse.

"Grandma Liu," before he entered the door, he held Aunt Liu's cold hand and walked out: "Grandma Liu, go and save daddy."

"What's wrong?" Aunt Liu pulled him and saw that his body was wet. , pulled the clothes from behind and hurriedly wrapped him up, turned around and shouted into the room: "Old man, come out quickly, something happened."

Brother Zhou was also woken up, and the family couldn't care about anything, and rushed to Brother Zhao in a panic The children run away.

When he arrived, Brother Zhao was already in a state of fever and confusion. Aunt Liu asked Brother Zhou to fetch some cold water, wipe his body and remove the sweat, and asked Uncle Liu to call the barefoot doctor from the village.

It was late at night, and the city gate was closed. They couldn't get in, so they had to find the barefoot doctor.

Aunt Liu gave the order, hugged the good boy again, stripped him naked and stuffed him into the quilt. She didn't react until the work was done.

"Good boy, where is your father?"

Yuan met Good boy and knew from his mouth that Brother Zhao was ill. She was anxious and didn't think much about it. She just thought that Fang Zichen was a young man who had not experienced anything and didn't know how to deal with it. Then he called Guaizi to come, but Fang Zichen was nowhere to be seen.

The good boy stood next to Brother Zhao, hugged his arm, sniffed, and said, "Father, the lost bird, hasn't come back yet."

Aunt Liu frowned: "Lost?"

" Well!" Guaizi nodded: "It's just because I'm lost, not because I don't want Guaizi and daddy."

Aunt Liu: "..."

She looked at Brother Zhao and seemed to understand in Guaizi's words. What.

"My poor child." She held Brother Zhao's hand and cried.

Brother Zhou listened for a while outside and wiped away tears.

The barefoot doctor came, took his pulse for a while, and said that everything was fine, he just had a cold and a fever, and he would just take some medicine.

This man's medical skills are not good, and he is helpless to deal with someone like Ma Laosan, but he can still deal with ordinary headaches and brain fever.

Brother Zhou quickly took the medicine and boiled it.

Aunt Liu came in a hurry, and she didn't have any money at the moment. The old doctor waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I can give it to you tomorrow."

Although the Liu family was not rich in the village, their character was second to none.

And in the past six months, I have found a way to deliver food to Zuixiaolou. Not to mention how much I can earn, at least I still have dozens of money for medicine.

Besides, this is not a disease for the Liu family, this is for Brother Zhao.

The Liu family has no money, but Fang Xiaozi definitely has it.

Even if he doesn't, it doesn't matter. This kid has taken the government examination. If he passes it, he will be a child from now on.

The most promising people in the village should take more care of them.

After sending people away, Brother Zhou went to the kitchen to make medicine. Aunt Liu glanced at Guaizi, pulled Uncle Liu out of the door, and whispered about Fang Zichen's running away from home.

Uncle Liu frowned: "That's impossible! I don't think Mr. Fang is that kind of person!"

"Then why isn't he at home?" Aunt Liu said, "The good boy said that, and I...I don't want to think so. Brother Zhao has only had a good life for a few days!"

"Stop talking about it now. "Uncle Liu glanced into the room: "Don't let the child hear it."

Aunt Liu stopped immediately.

"When Brother Zhao wakes up, let's ask him again!" Uncle Liu sighed and comforted: "Don't think too much about it now. When Mr. Fang settled here, he put down his roots here. Let's go." It's impossible to leave. Maybe the young couple had a quarrel and he was so angry that he just ran away from home. When Brother Zhao wakes up, we will ask him clearly and then go find him. Brother Zhao is his husband, so we can't. Let him leave her like this. "

Brother Zhao lost his virginity and gave birth to Guaizi. Before, the Ma family said that the child was theirs, but after Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen, they were furious and went around saying that Guaizi was a bastard. , was born by Brother Zhao through stealing someone else.

Brother Zhao already has a bad reputation, and he has been married to Fang Zichen for more than half a year. The two young people must have done everything. If Fang Zichen doesn't want him, then he really won't be able to find anyone in the future. .

Aunt Liu said: "Now we can only wait until the person wakes up. I'll go in and see him. You go home and see Liu Liu. Don't cry when you wake up and can't see anyone. Bring a few more pieces of ginger and boil some for the good boy to drink." "He just caught a cold."

"I understand."

After the medicine was boiled, Brother Zhou blew it for a while before bringing it to the room.

It was now warm and just right in the mouth. He took a spoon to feed it, but Brother Zhao pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak.

He seemed unwilling to drink and resisted.

Brother Zhou tried a few times but couldn't get even a spoonful in.

"Mom, what should I do if Brother Zhao doesn't drink?"

Brother Zhao's lips were chapped and peeled. Aunt Liu took the bowl and said, "I'll do it!"

Brother Zhao still didn't drink.

Aunt Liu could tell that he didn't want to drink.

"Brother Zhao, you can't do this!" Aunt Liu grabbed Brother Zhao's rough and hot hand, put it in her palm and rubbed it, and choked out: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your good boy. He You're still so young, you can't live without daddy. How about you drink the medicine first? When you wake up, we'll go find Mr. Fang together."

Unexpectedly, those words touched him, and Brother Zhao's mouth finally moved.

He seemed to have said something.

The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.

Aunt Liu turned her head and put her ear to it. When she heard clearly, her heart felt sour and her tears fell again.

Brother Zhao is calling Fang Zichen.

He was calling him back.

Ask him not to leave.

Ask him to take him and Guaizi together.

"Fang Zichen...Fang Zichen..."

Over and over again, they were all calling his name.

That night, there was chaos and chaos.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Brother Zhao's fever subsided.

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou kept guarding him and did not go back.

In the morning, Aunt Liu cooked some porridge, dressed the boy, took him to the kitchen, and asked him to eat some porridge first, but the boy didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

"Grandma, are you rich enough to help me make some bread?" He jumped off the bench and came to the cupboard. He hummed and took out a bag of flour: "Grandma, can you help me?" How about making some buns for me? My dear, I can't make them."

Aunt Liu didn't think much and touched his head: "My dear, do you want to eat some steamed buns?"

My dear, he shook his head and said. The good boy wants to go to his father and take the buns with him to the west, so that he can have enough strength. "

Last time Fang Zichen went to rush for the exam, Brother Zhao made him steamed buns and pickles. When he saw him wrapping them, the good boy said. Why don't you eat it at home? Brother Zhao said this is for dry food and should be eaten on the way.

The good guy will understand.

Aunt Liu froze for a moment, not knowing what to say to him. She thought for a while, knelt down next to Guaizi, and asked: "Guaizi, tell grandma, did your father and dad have a fight yesterday?"

"No!" Guaizi frowned and said: " Hello, dad, don't quarrel! Grandma, please help me. I want to pack

some rice noodles." He held on to the rice and noodles, as if he was holding on to me if he didn't do it.

Aunt Liu couldn't get anything out of him, so she talked for a while and went to make buns for him.

Chapter 140

The boy was all wet, his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, and he was shivering from the cold.

Brother Zhao went to the kitchen to heat water for him and asked him to sit by the stove to warm himself. When he was given a bath, Brother Zhao found that he was cold and sniffing all the time. He thought he was cold.

"I'm sorry." Brother Zhao said in a hoarse voice.

The good boy was sitting in the bucket, his eyes were red and swollen. He stood up, kissed Brother Zhao, then hugged Brother Zhao's neck tightly and said: "Dad, don't talk nonsense, and don't cry like a bird, okay."

Brother Zhao endured the sourness in his eyes: "Well! Daddy, stop talking nonsense. Daddy shouldn't have yelled at you just now. I'm sorry. Please forgive daddy, okay? Daddy... Daddy only has you now."

" The good boy is not even angry." The good boy held his face and touched his forehead: "Dad said something wrong again. You still have a father. He will come back when he finds a way."

He kept repeating . As he said this, he kept thinking that Fang Zichen was lost.

Brother Zhao fixedly looked at him.

Although Guaizi is only three years old, his mind is more mature and more sensitive than other children of the same age.

He must have known it too.

I don't want to accept it, I'm looking for excuses to numb myself.

Brother Zhao hugged him and said no more.

No one was in the mood to eat. After taking a bath, the father and son went to bed early. They cuddled tightly together, just like they did last winter to keep warm.

It's still raining outside.

The good boy grabbed Brother Zhao's clothes, and Brother Zhao patted his back gently.

The good boy raised his head and said again: "Dad, dad only deals with lost birds, right?"

He was confirming.

Brother Zhao's arms suddenly stiffened, and in his blood-red eyes, he could see the pain and depression on the verge of collapse. He was silent, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "...Yes, go to sleep!"

" Well, my father said, you are a good boy if you stay up late. You should go to bed quickly. My father will come back tomorrow morning. "

What if he doesn't come back?" Brother Zhao suddenly asked.

The good boy looked at him, his eyes red again: "Daddy, why are you talking nonsense again? Father is probably lost. If Simo comes back, he won't come back. If he doesn't come back, the good boy will go find him. Daddy, go to bed quickly and stop talking nonsense." , otherwise the good boy will beat you."

Brother Zhao's voice choked: "Okay."

In the middle of the night, the good boy was suddenly woken up.

Brother Zhao had a fever and his forehead was hot. He seemed to be dreaming, and kept calling Fang Zichen's name.

He used to do this often, but in the past few months, he no longer had nightmares.

Guaizi yelled at him and couldn't wake him up. He cried anxiously and didn't know what to do.

Not knowing what he thought of, he got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran outside in the rain.

...

The old man is getting older and feels shallow.

Vaguely, Aunt Liu seemed to hear the cry of the good boy.

At first she thought she had heard it wrong, but after listening carefully for a while, the crying sound disappeared again. When she turned over and was about to go back to sleep, the crying sound started again.

"Grandma Liu...Grandpa Liu...Uncle Zhou...open the door, help, help~"

Aunt Liu heard this clearly, and she pushed Uncle Liu: "Old man, old man."

Uncle Liu opened his eyes in confusion, and said in a troubled voice: "What's wrong?"

Aunt Liu said, "Listen, is the good boy screaming?"

Uncle Liu glared at her, closed his eyes and turned over Body: "Are you confused? It's raining outside! It's still late at night, be good..." Just as he said that, the voice of the good boy came in again.

"... Wuwuwu, Grandma Liu, Grandpa Liu, open the door, open the door... Wuwuwu... Help the good boy, help the good boy~"

Uncle Liu immediately supported He got up and said, "What's going on? I think I really heard Guaizi's voice."

"I'll go out and have a look." Aunt Liu said, put on some clothes and hurriedly got out of bed, and when she came outside the hospital, she actually saw Guaizi. young.

She hurriedly opened the door, but the boy's eyes were swollen from crying and his voice was hoarse.

"Grandma Liu," before he entered the door, he held Aunt Liu's cold hand and walked out: "Grandma Liu, go and save daddy."

"What's wrong?" Aunt Liu pulled him and saw that his body was wet. , pulled the clothes from behind and hurriedly wrapped him up, turned around and shouted into the room: "Old man, come out quickly, something happened."

Brother Zhou was also woken up, and the family couldn't care about anything, and rushed to Brother Zhao in a panic The children run away.

When he arrived, Brother Zhao was already in a state of fever and confusion. Aunt Liu asked Brother Zhou to fetch some cold water, wipe his body and remove the sweat, and asked Uncle Liu to call the barefoot doctor from the village.

It was late at night, and the city gate was closed. They couldn't get in, so they had to find the barefoot doctor.

Aunt Liu gave the order, hugged the good boy again, stripped him naked and stuffed him into the quilt. She didn't react until the work was done.

"Good boy, where is your father?"

Yuan met Good boy and knew from his mouth that Brother Zhao was ill. She was anxious and didn't think much about it. She just thought that Fang Zichen was a young man who had not experienced anything and didn't know how to deal with it. Then he called Guaizi to come, but Fang Zichen was nowhere to be seen.

The good boy stood next to Brother Zhao, hugged his arm, sniffed, and said, "Father, the lost bird, hasn't come back yet."

Aunt Liu frowned: "Lost?"

" Well!" Guaizi nodded: "It's just because I'm lost, not because I don't want Guaizi and daddy."

Aunt Liu: "..."

She looked at Brother Zhao and seemed to understand in Guaizi's words. What.

"My poor child." She held Brother Zhao's hand and cried.

Brother Zhou listened for a while outside and wiped away tears.

The barefoot doctor came, took his pulse for a while, and said that everything was fine, he just had a cold and a fever, and he would just take some medicine.

This man's medical skills are not good, and he is helpless to deal with someone like Ma Laosan, but he can still deal with ordinary headaches and brain fever.

Brother Zhou quickly took the medicine and boiled it.

Aunt Liu came in a hurry, and she didn't have any money at the moment. The old doctor waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I can give it to you tomorrow."

Although the Liu family was not rich in the village, their character was second to none.

And in the past six months, I have found a way to deliver food to Zuixiaolou. Not to mention how much I can earn, at least I still have dozens of money for medicine.

Besides, this is not a disease for the Liu family, this is for Brother Zhao.

The Liu family has no money, but Fang Xiaozi definitely has it.

Even if he doesn't, it doesn't matter. This kid has taken the government examination. If he passes it, he will be a child from now on.

The most promising people in the village should take more care of them.

After sending people away, Brother Zhou went to the kitchen to make medicine. Aunt Liu glanced at Guaizi, pulled Uncle Liu out of the door, and whispered about Fang Zichen's running away from home.

Uncle Liu frowned: "That's impossible! I don't think Mr. Fang is that kind of person!"

"Then why isn't he at home?" Aunt Liu said, "The good boy said that, and I...I don't want to think so. Brother Zhao has only had a good life for a few days!"

"Stop talking about it now. "Uncle Liu glanced into the room: "Don't let the child hear it."

Aunt Liu stopped immediately.

"When Brother Zhao wakes up, let's ask him again!" Uncle Liu sighed and comforted: "Don't think too much about it now. When Mr. Fang settled here, he put down his roots here. Let's go." It's impossible to leave. Maybe the young couple had a quarrel and he was so angry that he just ran away from home. When Brother Zhao wakes up, we will ask him clearly and then go find him. Brother Zhao is his husband, so we can't. Let him leave her like this. "

Brother Zhao lost his virginity and gave birth to Guaizi. Before, the Ma family said that the child was theirs, but after Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen, they were furious and went around saying that Guaizi was a bastard. , was born by Brother Zhao through stealing someone else.

Brother Zhao already has a bad reputation, and he has been married to Fang Zichen for more than half a year. The two young people must have done everything. If Fang Zichen doesn't want him, then he really won't be able to find anyone in the future. .

Aunt Liu said: "Now we can only wait until the person wakes up. I'll go in and see him. You go home and see Liu Liu. Don't cry when you wake up and can't see anyone. Bring a few more pieces of ginger and boil some for the good boy to drink." "He just caught a cold."

"I understand."

After the medicine was boiled, Brother Zhou blew it for a while before bringing it to the room.

It was now warm and just right in the mouth. He took a spoon to feed it, but Brother Zhao pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak.

He seemed unwilling to drink and resisted.

Brother Zhou tried a few times but couldn't get even a spoonful in.

"Mom, what should I do if Brother Zhao doesn't drink?"

Brother Zhao's lips were chapped and peeled. Aunt Liu took the bowl and said, "I'll do it!"

Brother Zhao still didn't drink.

Aunt Liu could tell that he didn't want to drink.

"Brother Zhao, you can't do this!" Aunt Liu grabbed Brother Zhao's rough and hot hand, put it in her palm and rubbed it, and choked out: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your good boy. He You're still so young, you can't live without daddy. How about you drink the medicine first? When you wake up, we'll go find Mr. Fang together."

Unexpectedly, those words touched him, and Brother Zhao's mouth finally moved.

He seemed to have said something.

The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.

Aunt Liu turned her head and put her ear to it. When she heard clearly, her heart felt sour and her tears fell again.

Brother Zhao is calling Fang Zichen.

He was calling him back.

Ask him not to leave.

Ask him to take him and Guaizi together.

"Fang Zichen...Fang Zichen..."

Over and over again, they were all calling his name.

That night, there was chaos and chaos.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Brother Zhao's fever subsided.

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou kept guarding him and did not go back.

In the morning, Aunt Liu cooked some porridge, dressed the boy, took him to the kitchen, and asked him to eat some porridge first, but the boy didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

"Grandma, are you rich enough to help me make some bread?" He jumped off the bench and came to the cupboard. He hummed and took out a bag of flour: "Grandma, can you help me?" How about making some buns for me? My dear, I can't make them."

Aunt Liu didn't think much and touched his head: "My dear, do you want to eat some steamed buns?"

My dear, he shook his head and said. The good boy wants to go to his father and take the buns with him to the west, so that he can have enough strength. "

Last time Fang Zichen went to rush for the exam, Brother Zhao made him steamed buns and pickles. When he saw him wrapping them, the good boy said. Why don't you eat it at home? Brother Zhao said this is for dry food and should be eaten on the way.

The good guy will understand.

Aunt Liu froze for a moment, not knowing what to say to him. She thought for a while, knelt down next to Guaizi, and asked: "Guaizi, tell grandma, did your father and dad have a fight yesterday?"

"No!" Guaizi frowned and said: " Hello, dad, don't quarrel! Grandma, please help me. I want to pack

some rice noodles." He held on to the rice and noodles, as if he was holding on to me if he didn't do it.

Aunt Liu couldn't get anything out of him, so she talked for a while and went to make buns for him.