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Copywriting: Fang Zichen is an excellent academic master. After traveling through time, he has a husband and a son.

The husband was forced to marry.

The son was bought and given away.

Fang Zichen: "At the age of 18, I have a husband and a son. This is the peak of life. Who else can do it!"

The family is penniless. The academic master can't do anything. He can only carry large bags at the dock in the town.

Everyone in the village sympathizes with Zhao Ge'er, saying that he has a hard life. He has worked like a slave for the Ma family for twelve years. Now the Ma family has sold him and his son to Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen is an outsider. Except for his face, he has no money and no land. He lives in a dilapidated house abandoned by the village chief's family. He is so poor that flies are unwilling to fly to his house.

Zhao Ge'er really jumped from one fire pit to another. It's miserable!

In the end, the couple is getting better and better.

Zhao Ge'er's business was booming, and his roast duck intestines were delicious. Fang Zichen studied hard and won the first place in the Tongsheng Xiucai exam.

Even at this point, he still had to bring Zhao Ge'er foot-washing water when he got home.

The villagers said: Is this a hell? I'd jump into ten hells like this.

Fang Zichen was very happy raising his son. When his classmates and friends saw his son, they kept praising him for looking so much like him.

Fang Zichen didn't listen at first, until his stepson was six years old, grew more and more handsome, and looked more and more familiar.

Before he had time to ask Zhao Ge'er what was going on, he inadvertently learned that Zhao Ge'er had always had a white moonlight in his heart, and he still missed her after so many years, and he was just a substitute.

Fang Zichen: "······"

Zhao Ge'er, I'll fuck you, you immortal.

Fang Zichen left a divorce letter and took her children away from home decisively, but she didn't know that Zhao Ge'er in Kyoto was holding the divorce letter, with red eyes and spitting blood.

He chased her husband for thousands of miles and led people to block Fang Zichen in the toilet.

"Either come back with me, or I will drown you in this toilet."

Fang Zichen swore to die: "······The toilet is too stinky, I'll go back with you."

Fang Zichen decided to go back to Beijing to meet Bai Yueguang. Until he knew who Bai Yueguang was,

Fang Zichen: ······Barbie Q.

Bai Yueguang is handsome, both civil and military, smart, healthy and humorous······The idea is a bit hard, and he can't fight, so he retreated.

Stupid handsome top x chubby face poor bottom .

Minecraft:

1. Redemption letter.

2. Fake stand-in, the top thinks he is a stand-in, but it is all a misunderstanding.

3. Marry first, fall in love later (referring to the top)

4. Have a child.

5. Parents are short-sighted.

6. Slow to warm up.

...

Chapter 1:

"Hey~"

In front of a dilapidated house in Xiaohe Village, a young man sat on the threshold, holding his chin with his hands and sighing.

He has handsome features, his eyes are lowered, and his lazy expression is slightly cynical.

The reddish setting sun reflected on his face, adding life to his fair complexion.

He seems to be a kid from a rich family who is out of tune with this run-down village.

This man's name is Fang Zichen, known as Fang Dababa. He has just turned eighteen and traveled from 2022 three days ago.

Fang Zichen had never experienced anything related to supernatural beings, but he was familiar with this idea!

"System?" He shouted several times: "Space? Spiritual spring? 007?"

Phew!

A gust of wind blew past several leaves, but no one answered him.

All right!

Fang Zichen sighed again, feeling sour in his heart.

Why do Mao people all have golden fingers as big as their arms when they travel through time, but he doesn't?

This is fucking unfair.

"Father~"

A child walked towards him, holding a handful of wild vegetables in his arms, looking down at his toes, and called him timidly.

Fang Zichen looked at him, feeling strange.

This kid is called Guaizi, and he has a three-headed body. No, even saying that he has a three-headed body is considered a compliment. I heard that he is already three years old, but he is short, small, and skinny and looks like he has a big head. He does not look like a three-year-old child at all.

How come you can walk at such a young age?

When the gourd baby pops out, it's even bigger than him.

But short is short, and skinny is skinny. The good boy is so cute, with big eyes, beautiful nose and beady lips. If we were to go back to modern times and walk on the street, there would definitely be a lot of girls with motherly love coming over and asking: "My little friend, What color sack do you like? Can a urea bag be used?"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. The boy mustered up his courage, smiled at him awkwardly, and shouted again, "Father, father~"

Fang Zichen reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "...Hey!"

This child is his stepson. Just yesterday, Fang Zichen's life reached its peak.

Is that what happened? Let's push the timeline back three days.

Three days ago, Zichen had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday and was graduating from college. He was preparing to study for a master's degree and Ph.D. at the same time. His adoptive parents were so happy that they spent tens of thousands of dollars to book a restaurant for his birthday party because he had been drugged before. , he drank two glasses of wine during the entire banquet.

The alcohol content was not high, but the stamina was a bit strong. When Fang Zichen woke up, his head felt like an explosion of pain.

He wouldn't have woken up so quickly, but in a daze, he always smelled a foul smell, which he couldn't describe.

If anyone has raised pigs here, they can clearly tell him that the smell is actually pig feces.

Fang Zichen sat up slowly while rubbing his temples. When he saw the surrounding scenery clearly, he was stunned.

His heart was beating violently, the pain in his head still lingered, and he looked around blankly.

He felt that he might have been tricked again.

The last time I was drugged with aphrodisiac, this must be a more advanced poison, and I was fucking hallucinating.

Big trees, weeds, dirt, and... a few dark, irregular-shaped things that were surrounded by flies.

"..."

The hallucination was a bit realistic, and he could still smell it.

Fang Zichen ran to the side and held on to a tree to vomit. I was exhausted from vomiting, and just when I was about to sit down and rest, there was movement in the grass next to me, and a wild boar with tusks broke into my sight while arching through the soil.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Damn it, it's over, it's over, Barbie is Q! ! !

As soon as the wild boar saw him, it stopped shaking, took two breaths, turned the motor to the maximum, and crashed towards him.

Fang Zichen's head was about to split. He didn't run away now.

After running around with his head covered for two hours, Fang Zichen finally got rid of the big wild boar.

If I felt like I was hallucinating before, I am now awake.

During the two hours of running, his mood was ups and downs.

First there was panic and confusion, then confusion and fear, all kinds of emotions mixed together.

What evil had been done?

he thought.

Fang Zichen graduated from college at the age of eighteen and has a millionaire. He is not a father, but just a person. If everything goes well, he will be a social elite in the future.

However, this social elite did not have time to shine for the motherland. When he woke up, he didn't know where he was.

As the third young master of the Fang family, no one dared to play such a prank on him.

This is time travel.

Why do we need to travel through time?

And just wear it if you want! Why don't you say hello? He didn't even have time to prepare.

Okay, now I'm just wearing pajamas and a pair of flip-flops, how do I start?

Fang Zichen panted and sat on a stone, and shouted again: "System~"

No one answered.

He imitated the protagonist in the novel, closed his eyes and said, "Space?"

He extended his index finger and said, "Lingquan?"

"001?"

"002?"

·······

"009?"

He was confused.

Well, he recognized reality and stopped dreaming.

After resting for a while, Fang Zichen couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north in the jungle, so Fang Zichen randomly chose a direction and walked down the mountain. This walk lasted all afternoon.

As evening approached, the temperature dropped sharply, making the dense jungle look even more eerie.

Something began to scream strangely in the forest, and Fang Zichen's footsteps became more and more staggering as he listened.

"...Little brother~"

Suddenly a voice came from beside him, sounding a little old and hoarse.

Like an old man.

Fang Zichen: "..."

In the deep mountains and forests, other than those in special circumstances like him, are there anyone else?

No, maybe, maybe... not a human! ! !

Fang Zichen felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, a heat in his head, and then all the rage came up.

Twice, twice in one day, I almost became incontinent. Fang Sanshao couldn't bear it anymore.

Young people are full of yang energy and bold, and are not afraid of monsters and monsters.

He waved the wooden stick he used to explore the path and followed the sound aggressively while cursing.

"Fuck you, uncle. You dare to come out and scare people when it's not dark. I'll beat you to death with a stick."

The grass half a man high was pushed aside, and a human head suddenly appeared on the ground directly in front of him.

The man's gray and long hair stuck to his face in a mess. The skin leaking out from the gaps between the hair strands was dark blue, and his lips were chapped and black.

There was only one head with no body visible, as if the head had been chopped off and grown directly on the ground.

To be honest, if Fang Zichen hadn't become more rational and violent, he might have fainted.

Seeing Fang Zichen's head, he was very excited: "... little brother~ help me."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Help for what? Can I help you find a body?

Or help you reincarnate?

Fang Zichen didn't respond. He moved slightly and was about to rush over with a wooden stick, but the head spoke again.

"I fell into a ditch. My leg seems to have been broken and it hurts so much that I can't climb up. Can you pull me out and take me home?"

"My home is at the foot of the mountain, not far away. Ahem, little brother... please..." Please."

The other person seemed very weak and couldn't breathe after saying so many words.

Fang Zichen stared at the head for a long time, as if to confirm whether the other person was dangerous. After a while, he walked over, and from a few steps away, he cautiously picked the weeds next to the head with a wooden stick. , he really found a deep ditch, and at the same time he also saw the other party's body.

"It's not a ghost!"

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his face, and said complaining: "Old man, you can easily kill people if you do this."

"Little brother... help me quickly."

Fang Zichen Without saying a word, he immediately pulled the old man out of the ditch. The old man's clothes were a little messy except for some grass clippings, but he could basically see clearly that the style and fabric... should be considered antiques.

"Hey..."

Fang Zichen pursed his lips and said nothing, as if he was in a trance. The old man called him.

Fang Zichen sat on the ground: "What's the matter?"

The old man said that his home is at the foot of the mountain, not far away. Two days ago, he went up the mountain to cut firewood and accidentally fell into a ditch. Now his leg is broken and he can't walk. He wants Fang Zichen to take him back.

Fang Zichen agreed, and immediately carried the old man down the mountain. Thinking of the old man staying in this barren mountain for two days, thinking of the guy he saw when he woke up in the morning, and thinking of the environment around the ditch, he really I wanted to turn around and say to the old man: "You stepped on some colorful gold-encrusted shit, and your life is so great."

The old man didn't go far, but after walking for more than half an hour, he still didn't reach the bottom of the mountain.

And the other person must be someone who couldn't bear loneliness. He coughed twice and didn't notice Fang Zichen's body tightening up instantly. He just looked at the back of his head and asked: "Little brother, are you a monk who has returned to secular life? You are dressed quite strangely." "

Fang Zichen: "..."

You think I'm dressed strangely, but I think you're not surprised?

"No, I have loved eating meat since I was a child. A meal without dried meat will not taste good. How can I become a monk?"

"Then your hair..."

"Cut it." Fang Zichen said,

"What..." The old man said After falling into the ditch for two days, I must have caught a cold at night, and since I hadn't had any water for a long time, I started coughing again when I was frightened. I asked him intermittently: "You... how could you cut your head... your hair?"

Fang Zi turned over in the morning . Rolled his eyes.

He is a modern man! I'm not an actor, and I don't do art, so short hair is normal.

But the reason why the old man is making such a fuss must be because he cares about his body, hair, skin, and being accepted by his parents.

Fang Zichen said: "I had lice before, and I couldn't do it without cutting them off."

This reason was sufficient and reasonable. The old man was relieved: "Oh! That's it. Then you will have to learn a lesson next time. You are young, so you have to be diligent and diligent. Take care of yourself, otherwise you won't be able to get a wife in the future because you are so slovenly."

"That's impossible," Fang Zichen nudged him and walked steadily down the mountain: "Just because of my long face, there are too many. Moths fly into flames."

The old man couldn't read a word, so he coughed and asked him: "What? What fire?"

Fang Zichen was sprayed on the neck again. If he didn't have a conscience, he would have thrown him to the roadside, so he endured it and said. Ask,

"Uncle, doesn't your leg hurt?"

"It does."

"If it hurts, just say less!"

"..."

Xiaohe Village.

The village chief's family has been doing some white business for the past two days. There are white cloths and a white lantern hanging on both sides of the door of his house. There is a coffin in the not-so-spacious hall, and several people are kneeling on the ground, sobbing.

A middle-aged man knelt in front of the coffin. There was a brazier on the ground in front of him. He was burning paper money in it and crying.

"Dad...Dad, you have a hard life! You have worked hard for most of your life, and you can't even get into the coffin when you die. It's because your child is unfilial, and I'm sorry for you!"

After hearing this, several men and women nearby cried even more. Get excited.

When several surrounding villagers heard this, they also felt that Uncle He Liu was a little pitiful.

I went to chop some firewood, but suddenly disappeared on the mountain.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't see anyone, but there are a lot of things that can kill people in the mountains. No one has come back for two days, and you can't find them. Most of them are gone.

The village chief refused to give up. Yesterday, he took the men in the village to search for him for a whole day, but he couldn't find him.

When it got dark, a young man ran in from outside, mumbling.

"Dad, grandpa is back, grandpa is back."

"...What did you say?" The village chief stumbled over, holding his second son's hand tightly: "You said your grandpa is back? Is he okay?"

When the people kneeling in the coffin heard this, they immediately surrounded Hexi. When they looked outside, they saw that there were no hairs at all.

Hexi was still excited at this moment. Seeing everyone looking at him, he said seriously: "Grandpa, he accidentally fell into a ditch on the mountain and broke his leg. Now he has been rescued and carried back by a little brother. They are still behind. I think I'll come back and tell you first."

He also met Fang Zichen and the others on his way home. After hearing this, a group of people were thinking of going out to pick them up, but Fang Zichen had already carried the old man to the door.

The village chief's eyes were red: "Dad~"

A group of people cheered and cheered around the old man,

"You old man still knows how to come back, why don't you just die outside, wuwuwu~ It's pitiful. I thought I would be better when I get old." I have to be a widow. I can't sleep all night long."

"Dad, where did you go to chop wood? I took my people and searched the back hill but couldn't find you.

" We're dead, but luckily you're back."

...

No one noticed Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen also didn't expect that for a person as big as him and so eye-catching, he would be so completely ignored.

"I said," he said in a faint tone, "can one of you take the uncle off my back?" I carried him on my back for more than half an hour, and you want me to just throw him to the ground?

"...Oh."

Everyone was in a hurry again. After settling their father, the village chief finally had time to talk to Fang Zichen.

Seeing that he had short hair and strange clothes, and his bare arms were very exposed, he asked him where he came from and where he was going.

Fang Zichen wanted to say, I came from my mother's womb and I want to go back to the earth, but he may, maybe, probably need to stay here tonight. It's hard to say anything if he offends someone, so he rolled his eyes and started running.

"I come from the Tang Dynasty in the East."

The village chief thought for a while and frowned: "I've never heard of it. Are you from overseas?"

Huh?

Fang Zichen tilted his head while holding the bowl. The village chief glanced at his head and said: "There is a dock in our town. In the past few years, several large ships have come. Those people have blond hair and green eyes, and their hair is like yours." , very short. Except for monks, no one here has such short hair, and they also wear less..."

"Yes," Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief and finished the bowl in two gulps . Li Shui: "I'm from overseas. You're right."

"Then why did you appear in the mountains?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Who am I asking?

He turned his head in a small circle and said: "I came here to play, and I was stared at by someone on the road. They robbed my things and wanted to kill people with knives. I couldn't stand and wait for them to chop me down! So I I ran, ran, ran! Then I ran into the mountains without knowing it."

"That's it," the village chief believed.

It's not that he is easy to deceive, but Fang Zichen looks young, with a tender face, red lips and white teeth, and very outstanding facial features. The village chief probably knew it when he saw that his hands were slender and delicate, like a girl's.

This man is not a country man.

Not too much of a bad guy.

After chatting for a long time, the village chief said that he should be allowed to live at home for a while. Fang Zichen was considered the old man's savior. The village chief and his family were very polite to him, and what they just served him was sugar water, which was very sweet.

Fang Zichen nodded in agreement.

Chapter 2 Brother

Fang Zichen stayed at the village chief's house for one night and wanted to move out the next day.

I really can't live in it.

When he entered the village last night, he took a look. People in this village are generally poor, and most of the houses are made of mud and thatch. The village chief's house is barely better, but...

there are only six rooms, and there are more than a dozen adults. It's really Not an ordinary crowd.

He slept with Hexi last night. The room was small and narrow, and the location was not very good. It was a bit close to the pig pen. The village chief's family was busy looking for someone in the past two days, so the pig pen may not have been cleaned much. The smell was really intoxicating. .

He didn't sleep much in the first half of the night, and he couldn't help but feel dazed for a while in the second half of the night. Just that moment gave him an illusion... He seemed to be sleeping in a pigsty with the pigs.

It's terrible.

The next morning, Fang Zichen expressed it tactfully to the village chief, saying that he had no money and couldn't go back. He wanted to live in the village for a few days, but not at his house. Can that be done?

That's certainly possible.

After breakfast, the village chief and a few young men from his family led Fang Zichen to a house and said he could live here.

Then Fang Zichen was stunned.

This house has four rooms, one on the left, one in the middle, and two on the right. It has a concave-shaped structure and a large courtyard, which is spacious enough.

But...

can this fucking place be lived in?

Fang Zichen wanted to jump, curse, and seriously ask the village chief:

Didn't you see that the wall of that house had a crack as big as the mouth of a bowl? Most of the thatch on the roof has been blown away. Didn't you see it?

Also...the wall is tilted almost fifty degrees!

This must be considered a Level 10 dangerous building!

Do you dislike me for letting me live in such a place?

Hexi thought he had slept with him and was familiar with him, so he took the initiative to introduce to him: "This is my ancestral house. It was built in my great-grandfather's generation. Later, when the family grew too big and couldn't accommodate it, we built another one. This house has been here for many years." There is no one to live in. We can help you repair it later."

Fang Zichen asked with a confused expression, "Will it collapse?"

"No," He Xi said confidently, "Look at that wall. It seems like it's about to fall over, but it's actually still strong! It's been like this since I was a kid, and it hasn't fallen down after so many years. If you don't believe me, try pushing it."

Fang Zichen took it seriously and kicked it twice, and it fell on the wall . There was a little bit of dust, but the wall remained motionless. It was really not pretty but useful.

Hexi and his brothers rolled up their sleeves and helped repair the broken roof. There was not enough thatch, so the brothers went into the mountains to cut it. The weeds in the yard were also removed with the help of several women who came to deliver things from behind.

Everyone is poor these days, and the village chief also carried the stool with half a leg missing when he moved.

This house is so clean that there are really no ghosts left.

The village chief's family built a bed for him, and gave him a small pot, half a can of oil, a handful of salt and a few kilograms of rice.

I don't know if it's rice or not. Anyway, what he ate at the village chief's house last night was cooked with this stuff. The taste was really amazing. Swallowing it was like swallowing poison...it could kill you.

After eating half a bowl, Fang Zichen felt that half of the skin had been scraped off his throat. It was really hard to eat.

The village chief's family, both old and young, eat this stuff. The village chief's mother-in-law even told him that this stuff is called brown rice.

Most people in the village eat this. During the New Year and festivals, those with better family conditions can cook a few meals of white rice.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Where did he come from? White rice has become a luxury item! ! !

Grandpa Yuan Longping, come quickly!

The village chief's family was busy going in and out, and Fang Zichen was too embarrassed to stand alone, so he followed them around all afternoon. In fact, it seems that he didn't do anything. He didn't know how to repair the house, so he helped pass some things and swept around with the broom. The floor was not swept clean, but he still made himself dirty and sweating profusely. .

There was a water tank in the kitchen. I didn't know what material it was made of. It was very heavy. Fang Zichen tried to move it when he was cleaning the kitchen, but it didn't move.

It was probably too heavy to move and not very valuable, so the village chief abandoned it.

There was no water in the water tank, so he sent the village chief and his family away and walked towards the river.

The sun was setting in the west. He glanced up and calculated with his fingers that it must be five o'clock.

The broken pot at home is still cold.

It's cooking time. Logically speaking, there should be no one outside, but the riverside is busy at the moment... because Brother Zhao from the village fell into the water.

Brother Zhao accidentally fell into the river while washing clothes.

There was a lot of rain in the summer and the river was strong. He was swept away before his aunt and brothers could react.

Someone exclaimed: "Brother Zhao has fallen into the water, go and call someone."

Some people panicked: "... What should I do?"

"Who knows how to swim? Please save Brother Zhao!"

There were people on the riverside. They are a group of women who do laundry and vegetables, and few of them can swim.

Several people had already run to call for help: "Help! Help! Brother Zhao fell into the water, please come quickly!"

Fang Zichen saw some people gathered around the river from a distance. They seemed very anxious, waiting to hear who As soon as he shouted, his body was running faster than his mind.

Brother Zhao was struggling desperately in the river. At this time, he had choked on a lot of water, and his chest was painful from being squeezed by the water. He heard someone shouting on the bank, but no one came down to save him.

Brother Zhao didn't know how to swim, so he could only struggle randomly, but gradually, his hands and feet began to lose strength. The despair and pain of death began to set in.

Fang Zichen ran to the river and saw that the people in the river had lost consciousness and started to sink.

This is incredible.

Someone is going to die.

Fang Zichen kicked off his shoes. He didn't have time to think about it and jumped into the river with a pop. The river was fast, so he swam to Brother Zhao, put his arm around his arm and dragged him back to swim. He was exhausted when he reached the shore.

"...Come here and help me," he shouted.

Those people didn't move, they even covered their eyes and turned back, not looking at them.

Fang Zichen's eyelids twitched, he took a few breaths, and carried the person ashore.

He was wearing a short-sleeved round-neck T-shirt, which was soft and thin. He had worn it as pajamas before, but now the wet clothes clung to his body, and the obvious lines could be seen clearly.

The eighteen-year-old boy looks thin, but his covered body is surprisingly good.

The abdominal muscles are smooth but not exaggerated, vigorous and powerful.

In the eyes of others, he was holding Brother Zhao, disheveled, and looked intimate and shameless.

"Who is he?" someone asked in a low voice, covering his eyes.

"I don't know, I've never seen him in the village."

"Oh, where did he come from? How can he be so shameless."

"He seems to be the one who sent the sixth uncle of the He family back yesterday. I took a look at the door of the house. , the hair is short, it's very strange, it must be him."

While they were gossiping, they heard someone exclaim: "What are you doing?"

They looked back and saw that the scantily clad guy was molesting Brother Zhao. Woolen cloth!

Touching her breasts and kissing her at the same time was simply obscene and shameless.

It's really hard to watch.

There was a brave aunt who no longer bothered to cover her eyes. She must have a good relationship with Brother Zhao. She was the most anxious just now. She picked up the laundry hammer and swung it directly at Fang Zichen's back.

"You, a guy who has been stabbed a thousand times, dare to act like a gangster. How do you want Brother Zhao to behave in the future?"

"What a sin!"

"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death."

Fang Zichen was inexplicably beaten twice before he could react . Next, the woman's hands were very strong, and her back suddenly felt hot.

"Why are you beating me? Are you sick?"

Hearing that he dared to retaliate, the aunt greeted him again, and Fang Zichen became angry: "I gave him artificial respiration, why are you acting like a hooligan? Look, Look, look at me like this, who is taking advantage of who?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at his face, and then everyone realized that this little guy is really good-looking.

But no matter how handsome he is, no one can say a word of justice on his behalf.

In the eyes of the onlookers, no matter how good-looking he is, he is still a man. If he kisses someone else's brother, the brother will be the one who suffers, and the man will take advantage.

The village chief came in a hurry with a group of people.

His mother-in-law, Wang Damei, saw that Fang Zichen was being beaten and hurriedly went to stop her: "Zhou family, what are you doing?"

"Sister, this man, he, he..." The Zhou family's daughter-in-law seemed a little embarrassed to say: "... He is acting like a hooligan. "

Someone gave the village chief and Wang Damei the ability to reconstruct the crime scene.

At first, Brother Zhao was washing clothes by the river, and something was accidentally washed away by the water. Brother Zhao leaned over to pick it up, but accidentally fell into the river, and then... and then...

Okay, later The people who came basically understood the entire incident.

They touched her breasts and kissed her, so even if this little man was beaten to death, it wouldn't be considered unfair.

But the village chief and Wang Damei felt that Fang Zichen was not such a person.

Last night at her house, when her brother brought the food to the table, he glanced at her and said "hello" and stopped looking at her brother. Fang Zichen didn't even move an inch as her brother was innocent and beautiful. Thinking about it, is it possible that Brother Zhao, who has given birth to a baby, can be better than her brother?

The village chief looked at Fang Zichen, asking him to explain.

Fang Zichen's wet hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were soaked in water, and his eyelashes were wet in strands, looking innocent and harmless. He shook his head and waved his hands,

"It's unfair! I'm not being a hooligan, I'm just...artificial respiration. This is how we save people who fall into the water over there."

The village chief and his family all know that he is from overseas, and the place is different. , etiquette, customs, work, emergencies and other aspects should also be different.

Fang Zichen also looked innocent, and he didn't look like someone who could take advantage of others.

Someone testified for him: "I just saw him kiss Brother Zhao, and after pressing Brother Zhao's chest, Brother Zhao spit out water. When Brother Zhao was taken out of the river by him before, he was unconscious. "

But this..."

Brother Zhao was saved, but how will he behave in the future with such a rescue?

It's better not to save it.

The matter was a bit big, and Fang Zichen still couldn't figure out the situation, so he asked uncertainly: "What's wrong with the kiss?"

He only knew about the defense between men and women in ancient times, but he didn't say about the defense between men and women!

Wang Damei looked up at him with a confused expression on his face: "...He is a brother, so we can't kiss him casually."

Fang Zichen looked confused.

Wang Damei sighed: "He has been married and given birth to children, and now you... The Ma family may not be able to tolerate him."

"No," Fang Zichen felt his throat was dry: "You said he was married, and... "Have you ever given birth to a child?"

"Yeah.

"

"He gave birth to a child?" Fang Zichen looked surprised and asked in a high tone, "Isn't he a boy?

" Not a man." The village chief seemed to have discovered something at this moment. Fang Zichen probably didn't know what his brother was, otherwise he wouldn't have asked. He explained: "My brother wants to get married and have children."

This is not the case. It's too fantasy!

No TV series would dare to write it like this.

Fang Zichen turned to look at the man he thought was still lying on the ground.

At first glance, that person looked no different from a man, but the Zhao brother they were talking about might be a bit shorter, and his skin color was not very white, but he had a delicate and straight nose, a round face, and thin and tight lips. He should not be It was so comfortable that I closed my eyes and frowned.

After careful inspection, he was just a cute and delicate-looking boy, nothing special about him.

Maybe, maybe he is different from me inside.

So... he can have children.

I figured it out, but I was still shocked!

The village chief and his group saw his expression changing, and put the expression in their minds to understand it. They roughly said: 'You're probably not kidding me', 'Why is this world so magical', 'I seem to have arrived in a world. An amazing place', 'This world is a bit magical', 'I'm afraid I'm not dreaming'.

If you want to get married and have children, you are no different from a woman.

Fang Zichen now knew that he had made a big mistake, and he felt a little sad. He asked the village chief: "What should we do now?"

Brother Zhao hadn't woken up yet, and the Ma family was not here, and the village chief didn't know yet. what to do.

Fang Zichen thought of a solution: "I kissed him, how about... I let him kiss him back?"

That way things would be clear, right?

Village Chief: "..."

The Village Chief wanted to give him a backhand punch.

Brother Zhao's clothes were soaked and he couldn't keep dragging them on, so the village chief asked his mother-in-law to take the people back first. It was getting late and no one was coming from the Ma family. They had to wait until tomorrow to talk about anything.

Before he left, the village chief told him that this matter probably couldn't be resolved. The Ma family were arrogant and unreasonable, and they might get him sick.

Fang Zichen didn't care and said, "My pockets are empty and my belly is empty. What benefit can they get from me?"

The village chief said angrily: "Even if they don't extort a penny from you, they can still make you lose your skin." ."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Is it so powerful?

He returned home in vain, sat under the eaves of the door, looked at the pitted and dilapidated yard, dejected.

He didn't know what the Ma family could do to make him shed a layer of skin, and he wasn't too worried. He even thought about it. It would be nice if he had a cigarette now. He didn't smoke, so he lit it and held it between his fingers, looking at it like that. At least he looks a little more depressed, which is more in line with his handsome appearance.

After calming down, the injury on his back became more and more painful.

Fang Zichen regretted it a little.

He knew before that the elderly could not be helped, and some were specialized in blackmailing people.

The better ones can be blackmailed to hundreds or even thousands, and the unlucky ones can be blackmailed to the point of bankruptcy.

He hasn't been blackmailed yet, but he saved people and got a few sticks for no reason. It's impossible not to be annoyed.

The ignorant are not guilty.

Good intentions are not rewarded.

What a loss.

Chapter 3 Forced Marriage

Fang Zichen was woken up by a series of banging on the door in the morning.

There were people outside the door, and it was noisy. There were probably a lot of people.

He knew it as soon as he reacted. The Ma family wants to peel off his skin.

But can there be so many people in the Ma family?

There was a lot of chatter outside, it was so lively and exciting, at least there were more than 20 or 30 people.

"You bastard, can't you open the door?" Someone yelled, and then the door was kicked and there was a banging sound.

Fang Zichen frowned and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, everyone in the Ma family surrounded the door without leaving a crack, as if they were afraid that Fang Zi would run away in the morning.

"Who are you..."

"Is it you, a bastard like you, who insulted Brother Zhao?"

Aunt Ma ignored the fading smile on Fang Zichen's face. She looked into the room. It was empty. There was only a bed made of wooden boards. There are no lame stools.

Moreover, this young man only had a face to look at, but his hair was a little messy, and the clothes on his body... seemed to be those of the eldest son of the village chief's family.

This man is too poor.

Can you spare some money?

"What's the matter with you?" Fang Zichen asked.

Aunt Ma pointed at Brother Zhao: "Do you still know Brother Zhao?"

Fang Zichen looked in the direction she pointed. Brother Zhao was still wearing the same clothes that fell into the water yesterday, wrinkled.

Brother Zhao subconsciously raised his head and happened to meet Fang Zichen's eyes.

His pupils tightened violently, his face was shocked, and he subconsciously took a step towards Fang Zichen. His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but Fang Zichen looked at him with an expressionless and unfamiliar look on his face, and he lowered his head again.

"I am Brother Zhao's mother-in-law, that is his grandfather, and that is his father-in-law and second uncle and third uncle," Aunt Ma pointed out people to Fang Zichen, and then said, "Did you insult my Brother Zhao yesterday? "

Fang Zichen: "You misunderstood, I..."

"What misunderstanding?" Madam Ma's voice rose: "So many people saw it by the river last night, do you still want to cheat?"

"I didn't? Ah!" Fang Zichen said.

"Then did you hug Brother Zhao, kiss him, or touch him?"

Fang Zichen said honestly: "Yes, but I..."

"Just admit it," Aunt Ma said, "You Tell me what to do!"

Fang Zichen only felt pain in his forehead. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night, or maybe it was because of Madam Ma's aggressive attitude.

"Auntie, I admit that I kissed him and hugged him, but I did it to save him, not to take advantage of him."

"You mean it's not the case?" Brother Zhao's male stallion Da Zhuang pushed Fang Zichen on the shoulder: "Boy, how dare you Don't you dare to take advantage of others? Why do you say it so nicely?

"That's right," Ma Erzhu also said: "No one knows about saving people, and those who come up in time will not die. Brother Zhao." He just sank for a moment. If you didn't kiss him, wouldn't he wake up on his own? "You're talking nonsense about saving people."

It's true that not everyone who falls into the water will die, but Brother Zhao was obviously unconscious at the time.

Fang Zichen's face turned red with anger at this absurdity: "Then what do you think?"

"My Ma family does not want a husband who has lost his innocence."

Fang Zichen glanced at the old man Ma who was speaking, and asked with a half-smile, "Then "What?"

"You married him," said Mr. Ma.

Fang Zichen: "..."

He just thought about losing money last night.

The result...a two-level reversal.

But he doesn't want to marry a wife now... It's still a loss.

"Are you kidding me?"

Mr. Ma said, "Why, young man, you don't want to get married?"

"Isn't my attitude very obvious?" Fang Zichen replied.

"It's not up to you."

Fang Zichen's patience ran out. He looked at Brother Zhao, hoping that he would stand up and help clarify a few words.

Brother Zhao seemed to have accepted his fate. He did not struggle or speak. He lowered his head and did not see Fang Zichen's eyes.

Fang Zichen couldn't see his expression clearly, but he accidentally discovered that there was a child as high as his knees hiding behind Brother Zhao. The child's eyes were big and round, black and bright, and his nose looked very much like Brother Zhao. My son is small and tall, with very good facial features, but he looks like a refugee, with a big head and a small body.

The child seemed to be very curious. He poked his little head out from behind Brother Zhao's legs and looked at Fang Zichen timidly. Fang Zichen looked back, and he ducked back with a hiss.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Fang Zichen had no time to pay attention to him, as the Ma family was still clamoring.

He said it angrily, but people didn't seem to appreciate it.

When dealing with shameless people who love to act arrogant, reasoning is actually useless. Only by being more shameless and arrogant than the other person can you defeat the other person.

Aunt Ma blocked Fang Zichen at the door: "Are you going to marry me or not?"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, but his eyes were wrong. Aunt Ma's scalp was numb because of his half-smiling expression. She didn't know what Fang Zichen meant. She agreed. Still don't agree.

Neither party spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

After all, Aunt Ma was in trouble, and she thought that Fang Zichen was alone, and her whole family, old and young, were all here, so what was there to be afraid of.

So he said: "I took advantage of Brother Zhao. If you don't want to marry me today, you have to marry me."

Fang Zichen asked without emotion: "What can I do if I don't marry you? Beat me?"

"I will fall in love with you every day. If you don't want to live in Xiaohe Village, just give it a try. "

What a loud tone!

Fang Zichen almost laughed angrily, and Aunt Ma's sarcastic look on his face made him even more irritated, especially when she kept pointing at his nose.

He took two steps closer, raised his hand, pointed his right hand at his left hand and said to Aunt Ma: "Have you seen my palm? It's big and powerful. With one slap, it can slap your face crooked. If you want Don't try it."

"You...you still hit women? Are you still a man?" Aunt Ma took a few steps back unconsciously.

"I don't hit women," Fang Zichen said, "but I hit shrews." He didn't seem to be joking. Aunt Ma felt that if she dared to speak again, she would definitely be slapped in the face without mercy.

"You're against me!"

The Ma family old man's cane made a thumping sound on the ground. He was used to giving orders with one hand covering the sky at home. Holding the cane in his hand was like holding the imperial power. Fang Zichen did not give him any advice, and gave him a false look, his eyes falling on He's on crutches.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant, this Xiaohe Village..."

Before he could finish his words, everyone saw Fang Zichen walking over in two steps, grabbing the crutch of the old man of the Ma family very quickly, and then using both hands to force it. , a shiny crutch was broken into two halves, and the body was separated.

Fang Zichen had a cold face and threw the two wooden sticks provocatively at the feet of the old man from the Ma family.

The crutch is not too thick, just about the size of a child's arm, but the material used is not simple. Ma Dazhuang went to the mountains to find it specially. This kind of wood is very hard and polished very smooth. Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen looked so light. With a slight break, the crutch broke.

The old man of the Ma family was so humiliated that he was shaking with anger: "You are arrogant and have offended our Ma family. I will make it difficult for you to live in the village in the future."

"Are you threatening me?"

Fang Zichen's eyes He raised his eyebrows, with a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes.

An eighteen-year-old boy is the time to be arrogant and rebellious but can't explain it.

He was not afraid at all, and said: "I have grown up and no one has ever dared to talk to me like this. You are the first one. You may not know what kind of person I was before. I dared to carry a big knife when I was thirteen." Go to someone else's territory and kill people. You bunch of idiots can't beat me together, and you dare to threaten me." He raised his index finger and pointed at a circle of people: "Get out of here, all of you, or I'll beat you to death."

His momentum was quite strong, and Aunt Ma subconsciously turned to look at her old man.

"You dare?" said the old man of the Ma family.

"Go away or not?"

Fang Zichen walked towards him with a cold face. Ma Dazhuang stopped his father and stretched out his hand to stop Fang Zichen: "What are you going to do?"

Fang Zichen directly showed what he wanted to do with his actions. He held down Ma Dazhuang's shoulder with one hand and made a fist with the other. Punch him in the stomach.

The movement was swift and instant.

"Ah...!!"

Hearing Ma Dazhuang's scream, Brother Zhao suddenly raised his head, looking shocked.

There was silence for a moment.

Then people reacted one after another.

"... Damn it, this..."

The villagers who were watching the excitement outside the yard were all surprised. No one expected that Fang Zichen, a white and gentle man, would hit people whenever he asked. He was even more reckless than a reckless man.

His punch was so powerful that Ma Dazhuang covered his stomach and lay hunched over on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Master," Aunt Ma went to help him up, but cold sweat broke out on Ma Dazhuang's painful face: "No... don't touch me."

"Bastard, you dare to hit my eldest brother." The second and third sons of the Ma family looked at each other, Together they rushed towards Fang Zichen.

If Fang Zichen is not dealt with today, how will the Ma family be able to gain a foothold in Xiaohe Village in the future.

The people in the village were afraid of them. Besides being unreasonable and unreasonable and not wanting to provoke them, there was another reason: they were afraid that they would be beaten to death by the three brothers of the Ma family if there was a real conflict.

The three brothers were all fat, strong, and had bad tempers, and they were all difficult to deal with.

The two brothers surrounded Fang Zichen. One of them was really afraid of getting killed. He said to the person next to him: "This is a fight. What should we do? Why hasn't the village chief come?"

"The village chief doesn't have four legs, how could he come? " So fast."

"Should we stop..." He clicked...

Before he could finish the last sentence, Ma Erzhu punched Fang Zichen's door, his fist wrapped in the wind. , Fang Zichen ducked slightly and grabbed Ma Erzhu's wrist, then turned around and kicked directly towards Ma Laosan who was sneaking up from behind.

That kick hit the side of his face, and Ma Lao San felt his ears buzz, and then the world started to spin, and he fell directly to the ground.

"You bastard..."

Ma Erzhu twisted his wrist but failed to break away. Fang Zichen's strength was frightening.

Seeing his eldest brother and his third brother fall to the ground one after another, he was furious. He struggled and cursed: "Let go of that bastard thing..."

Fang Zichen took Ma Erzhu's wrist and broke it with force, and it broke with a click.

"Keep your fucking mouth clean, bastard? Who the fuck is the bastard?"

The three wives of the Ma family stared blankly, forgetting to activate their usual skills of playing around.

This foreign man fights so hard that he might even hit a woman.

Ma Erzhu covered his wrists and howled. Fang Zichen kicked him on the shoulder and knocked him over. He walked up to the trembling old man of the Ma family and lifted him up by his collar. Under the incredulous expression of the other party, his voice was cold. Extremely thin, he said: "If I tell you to go away, you won't go away. You have to bring your son to my door to show off. Are you tired of living?"

"What are you doing? Fang Zichen, what are you doing?" The village chief asked again. Came late once.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked in. When he saw the three brothers of the Ma family falling to the ground and none of them could stand up, and Fang Zichen seemed to want to take action against the old man of the Ma family, he almost went crazy.

He suppressed his temper and said to Fang Zichen: "If you don't put me down quickly, you still want to attack the old man."

"Why not?" Fang Zichen still didn't let go of his hand, and he said to the old man of the Ma family with a fierce look. : "If the superiors are kind and the inferiors are filial, if the superiors are not kind and the inferiors are unfilial, and they are old and disrespectful, what if I take action?"

This makes sense.

The village chief really couldn't refute: "But it's not good to attack an old man. Let go."

Fang Zichen said, "I didn't say I was going to hit him." He let go of his hand and took a few steps back.

Mr. Ma's legs and feet were weak, and he staggered a few steps but was supported by his daughters-in-law.

Fang Zichen pursed his lips.

He just wanted to scare people, so he wouldn't be so crazy and shake his fist at an old man.

"Look at what you've done. What do you think we should do now?" the village chief asked.

"What should I do?" Fang Zichen felt a little funny, lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't it a simple matter? Just tell them to get out of here, and the matter will be solved."

There was no warmth in his eyes, and he was cold and cold . , The thin figure is also very oppressive at this moment.

The village chief looked at him, always feeling that there was something different about him today.

After his father got better, he told him about what happened in the mountains. Fang Zichen once said that he ate meat every meal, but a meal without dried meat would not taste good.

What kind of family can eat meat these days?

Even the people in the town are not rich enough to eat meat every meal.

Looking back at the night when Fang Zichen sent the old man home, he didn't even recognize brown rice during the meal, and he couldn't do any work. He looked bookish and probably belonged to a wealthy family.

No wonder then.

Young masters from wealthy families do not have very good tempers. The Ma family and his son are so virtuous that if they kill someone if they don't offend them, they are considered kind.

After thinking about it, the village chief sighed and said to everyone in the Ma family: "Did you hear that? Do you want to go back or continue to make trouble?"

Is this still necessary to ask? The main forces were defeated.

Definitely going back.

Fang Zichen couldn't get over it.

Aunt Ma pointed at Brother Zhao and asked weakly.

"Let's stop making trouble. What about the bitch... Brother Zhao? What should I do with Brother Zhao? Anyway, our family will definitely not have such a son-in-law who does not keep his wife's rules."

Chapter 4 Married

Fang Zichen frowned again.

Are you kidding me?

He is only eighteen years old, how can he get married?

People tend to marry later and have children later. Even if he gets married early and has children early, he can't get to this early.

Brother Zhao looked up at him and saw that his face was not very good and he frowned and said nothing, so he knew what he meant.

There is a dull pain in my heart, which is dense and dense. I can't tell what it feels like, but it just doesn't feel good.

He held the boy's hand, didn't speak or beg, he was cold and a little numb, like an outsider in this incident.

The worst possible outcome would be death, he thought.

But...

Brother Zhao still hopes that someone can come to save him.

He has lived for nineteen years including today, and has only had this thought three times.

The first time was when he was abducted into Ma's house and was caught trying to escape. The Ma family locked him in a dilapidated, damp and narrow woodshed, and he was tied up with hemp ropes. The Ma family beat him every day and did not give him food or water to drink. The wounds on his arms oozed pus and were bitten by maggots. At that time, he was still young and suffered from nausea, fear, panic, and At a loss.

He begged Ma's family to let him go and stop beating him, so that he would never run away again, but Ma Dazhuang said that he could not let him go, but had to teach him a lesson. If the beating hurts him and scares him, he will not think about it in the future. To escape.

The Ma family was really cruel and forcefully locked him up for six days.

At that time, every night he looked at the light leaking from the roof, wishing that someone would come to save him.

...No matter who it is, as long as he can be rescued, that will be fine.

But... there is no one.

Ma Dazhuang's words were indeed correct. In the following years, perhaps because he was really frightened by the beating that time, he never thought of running away again.

He was an honest man, chopping wood, going to the fields, washing clothes, carrying water, and doing all kinds of work, working all day long.

It's not that I don't feel tired, but I don't dare to stop.

But even though he was like this, the Ma family still didn't allow him to leave Xiaohe Village for even half a step.

Therefore, at a young age, he was imprisoned in this barren land, working as a cow and horse for the Ma family, never to see the light of day.

The second time was when he fell into the water last night. When he was on the verge of despair, he thought again that it would be great if someone came to save him. He didn't want to die yet, because his son was still so young.

...Then Fang Zichen appeared.

Today, he once again wanted someone to help him.

He is considered a rootless person in Xiaohe Village.

She was divorced and had no family to return to.

I didn't have a penny on me, and I didn't even have a place to stay.

The times are almost harsh. He has brought such great disgrace to the Ma family. If Fang Zichen doesn't want him and the village cannot tolerate him, what will the Ma family do to him?

His child is still so young, what should he do?

For a moment, various thoughts flashed through Brother Zhao's mind.

"...Daddy?" The boy raised his head and called him softly.

It was so hot in midsummer, and Brother Zhao's hands and feet were cold. He had to do his best to maintain a calm tone. He held Guaizi's little hand: "...It's okay."

"Daddy, don't cry," Guaizi said.

Fang Zichen looked at Aunt Ma and said slowly: "Go back wherever you came from..."

"Mr. Lang..."

Just at this moment, a brother ran out of the yard. He begged Fang Zichen with red eyes: "Please marry Brother Zhao! Otherwise, the Ma family will definitely kill Brother Zhao when they go back." Cage. Please save Brother Zhao."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen subconsciously asked the village chief: "Can this be done?"

The village chief sighed.

"Brother Zhao was bought by the Ma family," he said helplessly: "Life was fine before, and it was not a big deal to feed two people. But in the past two years, there have been wars at the border, and taxes have been high. This year, the court Another group of people were recruited, three brothers from the Ma family, and a few boys under them, a large group of men. None of them wanted to go to war, so they paid more money. Now they probably have no money at home. In order to save some rations and make some money, I can only deal with it from Brother Zhao.

"I guess they will either kill Brother Zhao in the name of losing his virginity, or sell him. It will always end badly."

It's a bit miserable!

Fang Zichen fell silent.

He is not a very good person. As long as it does not harm his own interests, he does not mind "screaming when there is injustice on the road", but now if he is soft-hearted, he may get involved.

But he couldn't remain indifferent.

Fang Zichen thought for a while, hesitated for a long time, and then said with difficulty: "Forget it, just marry, it's not a big deal. It's not impossible to marry someone back home and be brothers."

The village chief's face still didn't look good: "You Have you thought about it clearly?"

Fang Zichen said, "I haven't thought about it clearly, but what else can you do at this point?"

The village chief took pity on Brother Zhao and spoke for him: "Brother Zhao is not to blame for this, so don't fight me later. It's not easy for him to vent his anger on others!"

"I don't hit women," Fang Zichen said, and then added after thinking about it: "I won't hit my brother either."

The village chief said, "Then I'll go talk to Ma Dazhuang's family. "

The Ma Dazhuang family had this idea, how could they disagree, but...

"They said they wanted three taels of silver," the village chief said when he came back.

"What?!"

Fang Zichen didn't understand: "I'm afraid he thought I was easy to bully because I was handsome. What's the point? Those who were divorced, the worst ones were kicked out penniless, and the better ones could still bring dowry. Leave, I didn't marry his brother, why should I pay for it? They want to eat shit,"

the village chief said, "They said that Brother Zhao was bought back by his family when he was seven years old . After raising him for many years, the money is not too much. "

But Brother Zhao later became the husband of their Ma family and gave birth to a grandson for them. The money spent on raising him is not too much. Bar!

Fang Zi was in panic due to vomiting in the morning.

He spread his arms and said, "What should I do? Now I'm so clean that I can't even stand on a fly. How can I give them three taels of silver?"

The brother who had just rushed into the yard to beg Fang Zichen relaxed when he saw him. , and now he was in trouble again, fearing that he would regret it because of the three taels of silver, he hurriedly ran to Brother Zhao and pushed him twice: "Brother Zhao, go and beg Mr. Fang. He is the only one now." I can help you, please go and beg him."

Brother Zhao stood still, and when the brother was about to persuade him, he said confusedly: "With so much money, will he agree?"

Xiaohecun came out. Being famously poor, three taels of silver doesn't sound like much, but some families can't earn even three taels of silver in a year.

All these years of starvation and cold, he had secretly saved only thirty taels of silver. Guaizi had been feeling unwell a few days ago and had already spent it all. Three taels of silver had already become an astronomical figure for him.

"I don't know," the brother said, "but Mr. Fang seems to be a good person. He just let go. If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the good boy! He is still so young. If you don't No, the Ma family can't tolerate him."

Good boy...

these two words seemed like a fatal blow.

Brother Zhao immediately felt cold from head to toe.

"Son," Brother Zhao didn't dare to think any more. With the remaining hope, he pulled the good boy over and knelt down: "... Please help us father and son once. I will work hard to make money in the future. If you make money, I'll pay it back to you. I'll be your ox and horse. Please help us. Please help me."

The good boy knelt down closely next to Brother Zhao. He put his two little hands on the ground and followed suit. : "...Please."

He was still young and didn't know what the word 'please' meant.

I don't know what it means to kneel on the ground at this moment.

Fang Zichen's eyes roamed back and forth between their father and son, and finally stopped at Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao has a round face, and his skin has been tanned by years of hard work, but he still looks very young, and his eyebrows are even childish. He should be only a boy of 17 or 18 years old.

What are the characteristics of young people of this age!

Fang Zichen understood very well that they especially wanted to be strong, face-saving and self-respecting.

They would rather be scolded than open their mouths and say 'I'm sorry'.

The head and back will never bend and compromise unless absolutely necessary.

Brother Zhao was not much older than him, but at this moment he was kneeling on the ground as if he had lost his dignity and said "please" again and again.

The Ma family came over early in the morning to make trouble. When he was arguing with Aunt Ma, the Ma family's second daughter-in-law didn't know what she said to Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao didn't say anything, so she kicked and hit Brother Zhao. The scolding was unpleasant. At that time, Fang Zichen saw Brother Zhao standing motionless, like a wooden pile.

Now the man who didn't fight back even when he was beaten or scolded knelt in front of him, put his head on the ground and begged him in a condescending manner.

What kind of situation did he have to be in for him to be like this?

Are you already in a dangerous situation with no way out?

Or is it hopeless and desperate?

His kneecaps were weak, he had no dignity and no sense of shame. This should be the only struggle he could make in the most desperate situation.

He risked everything and knelt down to plead. If he didn't agree, what awaited him...

would he be drowned or sold out again?

The Ma family members, who are open-mouthed and closed-mouthed, are probably capable of anything.

Alas...

Fang Zichen was helpless.

"Village chief, can you help me talk to the Ma family's gang? I owe the money first. I can write an IOU, but I also asked them to prepare the divorce letter and Brother Zhao's deed of sale. I will get it when the time comes. Go over with the money and exchange it with them," Fang Zichen said.

The village chief nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of this matter."

...

The excitement ended, Brother Zhao and Guaizi were still kneeling on the ground, Fang Zichen walked towards them, with a distant tone: "Get up!

Brother Zhao Didn't move.

Guaizi gently pulled his sleeve and shook it: "Dad?" "

Brother Zhao wiped his face and then pulled the boy to stand up.

Fang Zichen gave a brief explanation and went back to the room.

He was tired, sleepy, his head was hot, and he urgently needed a nap.

Fang Zichen closed his eyes and lay down . On the bed, the yard was quiet.

The two living people outside made no sound.

Fang Zichen didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside. Brother Zhao heard something moving in the house and squatted down to follow him. The good boy who had been following him said something. The good boy nodded and walked into the room.

The door creaked and the three-headed boy walked in.

He seemed uneasy. On the way from the door to the bed, He kept his head down, twirling his clothes with his little hands, and looked down at Fang Zichen,

"Father...Father~"

"..."

Fang Zichen was stunned when

he called out. Come: "You call me brother. "To put it shamelessly, he is just a child now.

After hearing his words, the boy's eyes turned red instantly. He had expectations for Fang Zichen, and he looked up at Fang Zichen: "You are No...don't you like me? From now on, I will be obedient. "

Fang Zichen had no experience in dealing with children, and he was not hard-hearted. When he saw the good boy's wet and aggrieved eyes, he had to give up after a few seconds: "Okay, okay, you can yell whatever you want, just call me. Both sons are fine. "

The good boy wiped his tears and was satisfied. He carefully reached out to hold Fang Zichen's hand: "Father, let's have a meal. "

If he didn't say anything, Fang Zichen didn't realize that he hadn't eaten for two meals. As soon as he mentioned food, his stomach started to ring.

Brother Zhao was waiting in the kitchen, and there was a broken bowl on the stove. The dark porridge

was cooked with brown rice mixed with wild vegetables.

After Fang Zichen went back to the house to go to bed, he boldly walked around the house, then borrowed a bucket from Aunt Liu's house, filled the water tank, and filled the kitchen and outside. The yard was cleaned.

He hoped that Fang Zichen would wake up and be satisfied with him after seeing everything.

Chapter 5: The stepson

Fang Zichen felt that his family had changed drastically after he woke up. It felt like the snail girl had come to his house to repay her kindness.

Brother Zhao was standing at the door. He couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Fang Zichen holding the boy under his arm like a child and walking toward the kitchen.

He likes to grab the corners of his clothes when he's nervous, and so does the good boy.

Fang Zichen pretended not to notice, but when he saw the water tank was full of water, he raised his eyebrows: "You even picked up the water! It's not far from the river here! So diligent."

Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and followed him. The porridge on the stove was pushed towards him.

As soon as Fang Zichen saw the dark stuff in the bowl, his throat hurt subconsciously: "There's only one bowl?" There was only a little hot water in the pot at the moment.

"You and..." Fang Zichen pointed to the good boy still tucked under his arm and asked, "What's his name?"

Brother Zhao said, "Good boy."

Is this a name?

Fang Zichen asked: "It's just a bowl of porridge, don't you want to eat it?"

Brother Zhao pointed to the wild vegetables he had washed aside and replied: "My dear boy and I can just eat this."

Fang Zichen followed where he pointed . Looking around, a surprised and complicated expression suddenly appeared, looking at Brother Zhao.

He even had some doubts,

"Can this thing be eaten?"

"Yes," Brother Zhao unconsciously dodged under Fang Zichen's surprised gaze: "... boil some water and it can be eaten."

He had always eaten like this before . Yes, I would have died early if I couldn't eat it.

"Isn't there still food at home?" Fang Zichen asked helplessly.

"There is a bag of brown rice, not much, so save it." Brother Zhao said cautiously. He touched things in the kitchen without permission, and he was always worried. When he was at Ma's house, they guarded him like thieves. There must be someone supervising during the meal.

He is not allowed to touch things at home without permission, as if he is a particularly dirty thing.

Brother Zhao saw that Fang Zichen was not unhappy because he touched things in the kitchen, but when he mentioned the word brown rice, he frowned, as if he disliked the stuff that every household used to fill their stomachs.

"Let's cook it and eat it together!" Fang Zichen said: "It's not so economical, and it's not that good. I'll go out tomorrow and see if I can find some ways to make money."

The village is poor and wants to make some money. Can run to town.

Brother Zhao nodded, looking very obedient and obedient.

He added some firewood to the stove, then started knocking with two stones. Fang Zichen looked at it in wonder, put down the boy and went over to squat with Brother Zhao. He was so hard last night because he couldn't make a fire. After being hungry all night, he pointed to the flint in Zhao Geer's hand and asked him what it was. When the fire started to rise, he asked Zhao Geer how he did it with his eyes shining.

Brother Zhao looked at him with a look of disbelief and surprise on his face, and asked and answered whatever he asked.

"I'll try." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao handed over the flint and placed it on Fang Zichen's clean, unscratched, blemish-free, slender, white, and healthy-pink palm.

He looked down at his hands, feeling inferior for no reason.

When people see good things, they know clearly that they are not comparable, but they will always compare them unconsciously.

His hands are really not good-looking. He has been working all year round. The backs of his hands are covered with deep or shallow scars, criss-crossing them. His fingers are rough, and the palms are also covered with thick calluses. The fingertips and between the nails are not clean either. It is stained by grass juice and cannot be washed away.

There is only one bowl at home, and the three of us take turns eating.

Fang Zichen was the last one, and he was about to vomit while eating. Seeing him eating, Brother Zhao looked terribly ugly, and asked: "Is the cooking not delicious?"

Fang Zichen frowned and said bitterly. : "This porridge is bitter, and it also has an indescribable strange smell."

He knew that wild vegetables cooked without oil and salt would not taste very good, but he really didn't expect it to be this bad.

The school organized a study trip to the countryside before, and he personally saw a fellow villager feeding pigs. It was actually very simple, just cut the sweet potato vines, add some cornmeal, and pour them into the pig trough. The old sow ate deliciously.

Pigs are not useless, at least they can endure hardships, Fang Zichen thought to himself.

Brother Zhao thought for a while, got up and went out. He came back after a while, holding a washed branch in his hand. He used the branch to pick out a piece of grease the size of a peanut from the oil can, put it in a bowl and stirred it: "This way It should taste better."

The fat melts in the slightly hot porridge, giving off a meaty aroma.

The porridge does taste better.

But it's not that delicious either.

Fang Zichen sighed.

If it hadn't been for time travel, he would never have experienced this kind of life in his life.

After dinner, there was not much work to do at home. Brother Zhao rarely had free time, so he always felt uneasy when he stopped. Finally, when Fang Zichen and Guaizi left the kitchen, he acted like a door god. Standing at the kitchen door, at a loss.

He seems to have a soft spot for doorways.

The good boy was squatting under the eaves and counting ants. He was a very obedient child and never ran around. Brother Zhao took him with him when he went to work in the fields. He was so small that he couldn't do much, so he went to the edge of the field. Picking wild vegetables, Brother Zhao was not busy now. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to get close to Fang Zichen. He could only play with ants by himself within the sight of Brother Zhao.

Fang Zichen walked to the steps and sat down. He waved to Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao looked at him blankly, a little dazed. When he caught a glimpse of his appearance, Fang Zichen laughed heartlessly: "Come here. Come and sit! Aren't you tired of standing?"

Brother Zhao went over and sat on the other side.

Fang Zichen pointed at the good boy, got closer and asked Brother Zhao: "Is this your son or brother?"

Brother Zhao looked at him in surprise after hearing this, and after a while he said: "Son."

Fang Zichen was a little confused . I don't understand: "Then why didn't the Ma family keep the child and let you take... to remarry?"

Brother Zhao's tone was surprising: "He is not the grandson of the Ma family." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fang Fang Zichen was stunned for a while and then looked at him with an unspeakable look.

Fang Zichen was indeed a little unresponsive.

What do you mean by not being the grandson of the Ma family?

After a little tidying up, the logic should be like this. He is the son-in-law of the Ma family, but his child is not the grandson of the Ma family. That is...

Fang Zichen looked at Brother Zhao in shock and was speechless for a long time. He felt I married an amazing person.

Brother Zhao looked obedient, but he didn't expect...

He touched his head and asked: "Brother Zhao, do you think my black hair looks good?"

The hair is all the same, except for the length, softness and roughness, there is really nothing. Well rated.

Fang Zichen said tactfully: "I think the black one suits me better. I don't want this thing to turn green one day. Do you understand what I mean?"

There is no curse word in this sentence, but it is not subtle enough. Zhao Although my brother doesn't know a few Chinese characters, his brain is fine.

No one in the village said that he was stealing people behind his back. In order to keep him working, the Ma family insisted that the child belonged to the Ma family, but they couldn't help but think about it.

When he was pregnant, Ma Wen was out running shopping and was not at home at all. Moreover, his family knew that he and Ma Wen had never slept together. The Ma family knew whether the child was a member of the Ma family.

The reason why they endured this tone was because they were afraid that he would be beaten to death after being reported as 'stealing people'. There was no one to do the work at home. They had raised him for more than ten years and they still hadn't squeezed him out. How could it be possible? Let him die in vain, that's why they helped him fill it up.

There was a time when he thought that he and Guaizi would probably die in the Ma family.

If this year had not been really difficult and the incident of falling into the water had not happened, the Ma family would not have driven the father and son out so easily.

"I didn't steal anyone," Brother Zhao's voice didn't sound calm. He pretended to be calm after forcibly suppressing himself. He lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at anyone,

"The people from the Ma family scolded me, Beat me, accuse me of stealing, and accuse me of being shameless. Some people in the village also talk about me behind my back, saying that I am unruly and unruly, and that the good boy is a bastard. I understand all this, but... I really didn't steal. People."

The grievances that had been suppressed and buried for many years had an outlet. Even if Brother Zhao pretended to be strong and calm, his voice was still choked.

No one has ever asked him what happened to his pregnancy. Maybe they think he is despicable, or maybe they think it has nothing to do with him and is not worth asking.

So without asking why, he was convicted and deemed a thief.

After being criticized for four years and keeping silent, it seemed that he had accepted the unfair result, but facing Fang Zichen... a person he had known for only half a day, he couldn't explain why. Brother Zhao just didn't want him to misunderstand. I think he is really a terrible person.

Fang Zichen was silent and didn't ask what was going on. First of all, the relationship was not that good. Secondly, he didn't know if Brother Zhao was forced. Asking was no different from tearing someone's wound.

"Yes! I believe you," he put his arms around Brother Zhao's shoulders carelessly: "It's okay, brother, it's all over."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but stiffen, and then quickly relaxed, and he asked: "Do you believe it?" "Me?"

"Believe it!" Fang Zichen said in an unserious manner: "You are a small person, and you must be very timid. You borrowed the courage of a dog to steal someone?"

Brother Zhao: "... Brother Zhao

tried to argue: "I'm not young anymore. I'm already nineteen years old this year."

"No," Fang Zichen glared and said, "I feel like you are only sixteen or seventeen, and you look younger than me."

Brother Zhao pointed to his son who was still squatting on the ground looking at the ants, and said, "My dear boy, he is already three years old." Fang

Zichen choked.

She was nineteen years old and her son was three years old, so she got pregnant at the age of sixteen.

Fang Zichen couldn't help but think. The sixteen-year-old Zhao brother was still small and short, squatting beside the stove with a big belly...

didn't dare to think.

He shook his head to get rid of all his thoughts, held his chin and stared at Brother Zhao, changing the subject: "Is there any difference between the appearance of a brother and a man? I think you are no different from me and a good boy!"

Brother Zhao Said: "Brother can give birth to children."

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen nodded: "Then what?"

Brother Zhao looked at him: "No more."

Fang Zichen: "..."

"Brother and man, neither of you can Can't you tell the difference?"

"This is the arm after birth," Brother Zhao pointed to a spot on the arm: "There will be red spots here."

Fang Zichen: "..."

You win.

Chapter 6: My husband,

Brother Zhao, is used to being busy. Fang Zichen was just talking for a while, as if he had been hit by something.

He went back to the kitchen and took out the broken basket that contained wild vegetables. He called the boy and was about to go out. Fang Zichen stood up and followed him with a bounce on his butt: "Where are you going? Take me with you."

"Go dig wild vegetables." Zhao Brother said.

Fang Zichen frowned and didn't want to dig wild vegetables. The food didn't taste very good. Brother Zhao just thought that he didn't want to go again, so he said, "My dear boy and I can go by ourselves. It's hot. You can rest at home."

Fang Zichen shook his head. There wasn't much to eat at home. He was so poor that he didn't have half a penny on his body. He didn't have to chew dirt and eat dirt, but he still had to kneel down to thank God for his mercy. He had no right to dislike him.

He is no longer the rich young man who drank yogurt and only licked the cap of the bottle.

There are not many places to dig wild vegetables in the village, just at the foot of the mountain, on the ridge of the fields, and by a small stream.

Brother Zhao took him to the creek where some wild celery grew. It was very tender and had no bitter taste when cooked. He thought Fang Zichen would be able to accept it.

I don't know what the conditions of this person's family were before. Even if he vomited even after eating a bowl of wild vegetable porridge, he couldn't compare to Guaizi.

Someone who couldn't compare to Guaizi couldn't recognize the wild vegetables. After sitting by the stream for a while, he looked around, not knowing what to do.

...

"Good boy," Fang Zichen lay down in the grass, clasped one hand on the ground, and waved to the good boy, as if he had caught something good.

The good boy was still holding a handful of celery in his hand and ran over: "...Father?"

Fang Zichen automatically ignored the address and asked the good boy to come closer: "I'll show you something good."

"What's it? "

Look," Fang Zichen

exclaimed, "Wow, tie the frog."

"Well," Fang Zichen grabbed one of the frog's legs and lifted it up, shaking it, "Wait a minute and find a rope." , I'll tie them up and take them back for you to play with."

The good boy was taught good manners by Brother Zhao, and he immediately laughed, raised his little head and said to Fang Zichen, "Thank you, father." There

were some vines growing by the stream, and Fang Zichen pulled them. One tied the frog's legs, and suddenly he heard someone calling him.

It's Hexi.

Fang Zichen asked in confusion: "You're looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just heard that the Ma family made trouble at your place in the morning, so I came to see you." He Xi said that he had gone to chop wood in the morning. I only heard about this when I came back at noon. I immediately ran to the old house to look for Fang Zichen, but he was not there, so he came here.

"What's there to see?" Fang Zichen squatted by the stream, casually pulled a piece of grass and lit it on the water.

Hexi said: "I heard about it on the road. You beat up those people from the Ma family." He raised his hand and gestured: "Ma Dazhuang is such a big man. They said you punched them and killed them directly." I can't get up after being beaten, is it true? "

There are no secrets in the village. Everyone can talk about any trivial matter. The news spread quickly in the morning, as if it was blown by the wind. Every corner is spared, old and young, everyone with ears knows it.

But some things become sour if too much is said. Fang Zichen didn't know how this matter had been spread, but what He Xi said was not wrong. He nodded: "Yeah! It's indeed a fist In the past, the big man you mentioned couldn't get up and was very cowardly."

Hexi imitated Fang Zichen and pulled a piece of grass and sat next to him: "How can he be so big and cowardly?"

"Oh," Fang Zichen pursed his lips: "It's just useless."

"That's why you are so good," He Xi said: "Although you are tall and thin, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You can kill the three brothers of the Ma family in just a few clicks." After being beaten down, we in the village have never dared to mess with them, just for fear of being beaten. You are so powerful."

Fang Zichen waved his hands and said nonchalantly, "

Hexi is a man who knows how to speak . Ye Duo always felt that after sleeping with Fang Zichen, the two of them had already had a life-long friendship. Then he asked curiously: "When you were thirteen years old, did you really kill people with a machete? You didn't even Are you scared? "

Most of the people in the village are honest, and when there is a conflict, it's just that you punch me and I kick you, and then they hug each other and roll around a few times, and no knife is used.

Brother Zhao was digging wild vegetables not far behind them. Hearing this, he subconsciously pricked up his ears and moved his hands lightly. When Fang Zichen beat someone up in the morning, he was also shocked. Mainly because of the first sight of Fang Zichen. My impression is that he is an approachable and polite person, who can talk but doesn't do anything. However, this person beats people when he gets angry, and he beats people so hard. Ma Dazhuang and the three of them took a few hits and couldn't get up. It was like acting, and he broke off Ma Erzhu's hand without even blinking.

The good boy was also very curious. Fang Zichen caught a frog for him. He instantly felt that Fang Zichen was no longer scary and squatted next to Fang Zichen holding the frog in his hands.

Fang Zichen looked at He Xi indifferently: "Are you stupid? Can you believe what I say? Even if I wanted to kill someone, I would not go to their territory. There is strength in numbers. Did I go make dumplings for them?"

He Xi blinked. Blinking: "So you're lying! I thought you had really chopped people down!"

Fang Zichen said, "I haven't chopped people down, but I beat them up when I was thirteen years old."

"Huh?"

Fang Zichen replied . : "On my way home from school, four people blocked me," he boasted of the truth: "They all looked like the three brothers from the Ma family, with such thick arms and big chest muscles. They said I had a special car to take me to and from school, and my family must have If they had money, they asked me to give them some flowers, but I didn't want to, so we started fighting."

"What happened next?" Hexi asked.

Fang Zichen looked at the stream reflecting the light in the sun and said, "They were all taken to the hospital by me, and I was unharmed."

Hexi didn't know much about it: "Hospital?"

"It means medical center," Fang Zichen said, "They are here. It took about half a month to get better, but when I saw him at school, he hid faster than a dog.

"Did you beat me up so badly?" Hexi asked.

People were beaten up and sent to the hospital for most of the night. It must be very serious, and the compensation was a lot of money. Hexi thought about it for a while. If he beat people into the hospital and paid the money...his mother would probably Hang him from the rafters and beat him to death.

"Why are you scolding me?" Fang Zichen looked at him curiously: "My mother also praised me for my good fighting skills. No blackmailer is good. She told me to be more ruthless next time I encounter something like this."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Hexi: "..."

"Well, your family should have a lot of money!"

Fang Zichen looked at him like a fool: "If my family didn't have money, how could my mother say this?" What's that?"

Hexi: "..."

His father really guessed it right. Before he came to the village, he was really a young master from a wealthy family.

Hexi chatted with Fang Zichen for a while and then left.

He has a lot of things to do at home, unlike Fang Zichen who has nothing to worry about.

When Fang Zichen and the others returned, they found two people standing outside the yard.

One big and one small.

Fang Zichen immediately recognized him as the one who interceded for Brother Zhao in the morning.

When Brother Zhao saw Brother Zhou, his tense body relaxed unconsciously when he was with Fang Zichen. He always felt uncomfortable when facing Fang Zichen, a little nervous, a little embarrassed, and even inexplicably inferior, but he couldn't help following him with his eyes. Him, pay attention to his every word and action.

This was something he had never had before.

Brother Zhao trotted over: "Zhou Zhou, why are you here? Yo Liu is here too!"

Yo Liu raised his head and called Uncle Zhao.

"Bringing you some food," Brother Zhou handed the basket over: "I just picked it from the field, I..."

Fang Zichen led the boy closer, Brother Zhou pursed his lips and said nothing.

Brother Zhao lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes. After a while, he introduced to Fang Zichen: "Husband, this is Brother Zhou, he is my good friend."

Fang Zichen: "..."

The husband was caught off guard and stunned Fang Zichen.

He paused in his steps, as if a button was suddenly pressed on his brain. He was a little dazed, a little shy, and had a sense of absurd unreality.

Brother Zhao had said so many things to him today, but this was the first time he called him husband.

He originally thought of helping Brother Zhao and bringing him home as a husband so that he could become a brother, but... Brother Zhao obviously didn't think so.

He wasn't even ready yet.

"You..."

Their eyes met, and after more than ten seconds, Zichen took the lead to glance away.

He originally wanted to say, don't call me husband, but when he saw Brother Zhao's clear and translucent eyes and Zang Du's nervous eyes, he suddenly couldn't speak.

In the eyes of outsiders, Brother Zhao is his husband. It is right to call him that way. In front of Brother Zhou, if he says to his face, "I am not your husband, please don't call me that", Brother Zhao will It will be difficult to do for a while.

"Husband?" Brother Zhao called him again.

The voice was soft.

He remained silent, and everyone present stared at him.

Fang Zichenxiao listened to it again and felt a little hot at the base of his ears when facing everyone's burning gazes.

This fucking...

is really fucked.

"You guys chat," Fang Zichen's voice was a little low, and there was no emotion at all: "I'll go in first."

As soon as he left, Brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Zichen's face is handsome to the point of being flamboyant. Logically speaking, such a person should be a pleasing existence, but when Fang Zichen is expressionless and not smiling, there is always a sense of oppressive aggression in the way he looks at people, which makes people who are unfamiliar with him feel deep in his heart. panic.

After a day and nothing could be seen, Brother Zhou couldn't help but ask: "Is he good to you?"

"Yes," Brother Zhao said, "He gave us food, and he didn't scold me and Guaizi. , He just caught a frog for me." When he said this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Brother Zhou was stunned for a moment, and his heart was sour. It seemed that he hadn't seen Brother Zhao smile for a long, long time. .

Guai Zai's two little hands were folded together. Brother Zhou also noticed it at this time and walked to Gui Zai's side: "Is there a frog in there?"

"Yeah," Gui Zai opened a crack and gave it to him.

A fat green frog lay in the palm of his hand, opening and closing its mouth and croaking twice.

Yoyo's eyes widened: "Dad, it's really a frog."

Fang Zichen was lying on the bed, and soon there was movement outside.

The yard was not big, so he heard Brother Zhao instructing his good boy to take Yoyo to play in the yard and not to run around. Then there were bursts of exclamations from the window outside the room.

Fang Zichen didn't pay attention at first, but as he listened, something felt wrong.

The two children, Guai Zai and Liu Liu, were at an age when their IQs were worrying. They were squatting by the wall. The frog with its legs tied lay motionless in the crack of the wall. Guai Zai pulled the rope and it moved, and the two children were like I've never seen it before, it's so novel.

"Wow, it can move..."

"It has two eyes!"

"Yeah! And two legs."

"Look, dear boy, it can also jump..."

Fang Zichen's mouth twitched, unable to bear it. Liu Liu was lying by the window and asked: "Have you never seen a frog before?"

"Father," Guai Zai stood up and shook his head: "I haven't seen it

before." Liu Liu was not as shy as Guai Zai, so he nodded in agreement: "I I've never seen it before."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Are you really children from the village?

Fang Zichen looked at Liu Liu, raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly: "What's your name?"

"Liu Liu."

Brother Zhao heard Fang Zichen's voice, got up and came to the kitchen door, and his eyes fell on Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen lay half of his body outside the window, grinning and looking unserious: "Your name is Liu Liu, do you have a younger brother at home named Dada?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

"No younger brother. " Liu Liu shook his head and said.

Fang Zichen smiled, took the straw rope from the boy's hand and lifted the frog up. He was carried in the air, and the frog's four legs kept kicking. Fang Zichen said: "Come, take a good look and count, how many does it have?" "Two legs."

Guaizai and Liuliu came closer, no matter how many times they counted, they were just two legs.

"Uncle," Yoyo said, "Frog has two legs."

"Then what are these two?" Fang Zichen pointed to its obviously smaller front legs: "Aren't these legs?"

The boy shook his head and said, "Father "This is Wawa's hand!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

"Who told you this is his hand?"

Guaizi stopped talking.

No one told him, but subconsciously he thought so.

Humans have two hands and two feet, and so do frogs.

Fang Zichen held his forehead and raised his eyes just in time to see Brother Zhao smiling slightly. It was not obvious and could not even be seen, but Fang Zichen felt that he was smiling, so he immediately said: "You still have the nerve to smile, look. Look at your son, come here and rescue him!"

Chapter 7 Seeking Love

Brother Zhou gave a basket of vegetables. Fang Zichen nibbled on the two cucumbers he gave, but Brother Zhao didn't touch a bite of the porridge he cooked.

The good boy held the bowl and ate deliciously. Fang Zichen looked at it and sighed again.

It's so deceptive.

If he hadn't eaten a bowl at noon, he would have doubted what kind of chicken soup and abalone porridge Guaizi ate.

The house lacked everything. In the evening, the three of them simply washed their feet and went to bed with nothing to do.

The temporary bed that the village chief and the others built was not big. After all, they had thought that Fang Zichen would be alone. Who knew that this guy was so capable that his husband and children would be on the bed the next day.

Fang Zichen had slept with his eldest and second brothers since he was a child, so he didn't object to sharing a bed with others. Even if he objected, there was only one bed in the house, so he couldn't be so crazy as to let the father and son sleep under the roof.

The three of them were a bit crowded. Brother Zhao was lying in the back, as close to the wall as possible. When Fang Zichen went to bed and lay down, his heart was pounding and he was inexplicably nervous. He didn't even dare to breathe. It was clear that there was a boy between them. But he seemed to be able to feel the heat on Fang Zichen's body through a layer of coarse cloth. The wafting breath was dry, warm, and stimulating, making him a little fussy for no reason.

He heard Fang Zichen and Guaizi talking, very close at hand.

"Are you good at night? You won't feed me my feet in the middle of the night! Have your feet been washed tonight?" Fang Zichen asked three times.

"Wash it clean," Guaizi lay down obediently, his hands placed peacefully on his lower abdomen, his eyes blinking, as if he still didn't want to sleep.

Fang Zichen stood close to the edge of the bed and caught up on his morning sleep. Now he was confused, hungry, and couldn't sleep. He asked, "Can't you sleep?"

"...Yeah." The good boy nodded.

"At such a young age, you still imitate adults and have insomnia? It's so amazing." Fang Zichen laughed and turned around, facing the boy sideways: "Then let me tell you a story!"

The boy has never heard of it before. The story made me a little more excited at the moment: "...Okay."

"Once upon a time, there was a child who couldn't sleep at night. He closed his eyes and thought, why can't I sleep? He thought and thought, and then..."

" ...Then what?" Guaizi asked.

Brother Zhao also pricked up his ears.

Fang Zichen didn't care about human affairs and made up random stories without any care: "...and then he fell asleep."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Guaizi: "..."

Guaizi: "..." Zi's ​​little mouth couldn't help but pout, but he was still young after all, and he was busy picking wild vegetables at noon. Brother Zhao patted his chest gently as usual to coax him to sleep. He muttered a few words that Fang Zichen couldn't understand, and then he became confused. Fell asleep.

Brother Zhao retracted his hand and pressed it tightly against his side, silently. Fang Zichen raised his head slightly and asked in a breathy voice like a thief: "Brother Zhao, can't you sleep too? Do you want me to tell you a story too?" "

Brother Zhao:"..."

"Okay."

"There used to be a brother who couldn't sleep at night. He closed his eyes and thought, why can't I sleep? Falling asleep."

Brother Zhao: "..."

...

He was silent for a while. Fang Zichen heard his somewhat messy breath and was about to speak when he heard Brother Zhao's low voice coming from his side. Come.

"My good boy is asleep. Do you...do you want it?"

The moonlight shines in through the dilapidated windows and the roof that is missing most of it. The room is not dark. Brother Zhao holds his hands tightly under his body. It is not a soft straw mat, and there is no change in the expression. It is just like walking in the village, meeting a fellow villager who usually gets along well, and asking: "Have you eaten?" It is normal. There is nothing to be embarrassed and shy about.

Fang Zichen didn't react at first and looked at him blankly. Brother Zhao lowered his eyelashes and didn't dare to look at him. The white neck at the skirt of his clothes gradually turned peach-like red under Fang Zichen's gaze.

Fang Zichen understood instantly as if his two meridians were suddenly opened. His pupils suddenly tightened and he sat up. The not-so-strong wooden board made a creaking sound: "You...how could you say such a thing to me?" He said with disbelief on his face: "I'm only eighteen years old! Can you be a human being?"

He reacted greatly. Brother Zhao's expression changed and he gasped, and his mouth moved. He was about to say something more, but Guaizi grunted due to the noise, and then turned over and faced Fang Zichen. Brother Zhao patted his shoulder gently, and fell asleep again after a while. Being interrupted by Guaizi, then Most of his courage was gone, and Brother Zhao stopped talking. When Fang Zichen thought that he had realized his mistake, was ashamed, and was embarrassed to say anything, Brother Zhao spoke again, with a soft voice, but not unpleasant. The anxiety and uneasiness shown inside: "Don't you want it?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He looked at Brother Zhao in disbelief, and then suddenly thought that this was Xiaohe Village, no longer the modern one before. world.

Eighteen-year-old men like him in the village have already had children and wives who are in love with each other. Doing that kind of thing at the age of eighteen is considered normal in Brother Zhao's eyes.

I am the only one who has followed the same rules in the past ten years of my life and has not been able to change my consciousness.

It's not that he can't understand Brother Zhao. When he first arrived, two strangers were forced to be tied together. As the weaker party, Brother Zhao was uneasy. He was eager to show his presence. He worked obediently and hard under the bed. Fang Zichen followed suit. He wanted to be something needed in bed, no matter what he was. As long as he was needed by Fang Zichen and made him feel that he was indispensable and obedient, then he could stay here.

Brother Zhao was not without embarrassment when he asked for sex again.

He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and buried his face on Guaizi's back. Fang Zichen could see his red ears that were not covered by Guaizi's thin body.

Fang Zichen patted the boy's head, his voice was low, and he said no more words of condemnation: "I am eighteen years old. Strictly speaking, at my age in our place, premature sexual intercourse is not recommended. Moreover," he patted his buttocks. He put the bed on the bed and said: "In our current situation, do you think I am still thinking about that kind of thing? Even if I am thinking about it, can this bed withstand it?"

His eyes fell on Brother Zhao's trembling and thin shoulders: "Not counting last night, we have only known each other for a day. In my mind, you have to do that kind of thing with someone you like. I respect you and treat you as someone who is in the same situation as me. Looking at it from the perspective of people of the same status, if I touch you tonight, what does it mean? It's not impossible to do that to someone who can be said to be a stranger. If I do it, it doesn't make any difference to me. It's a loss, but for you, that doesn't respect you. You are not the target of my desires, do you understand?"

"I helped you, but you don't have to lower your status to repay me in this way."

"Do it . /Love to make love, you can only do it if you have love."

The boy slept peacefully, completely unaware of the profound topics the two adults at home were discussing.

Brother Zhao was silent for a long time, and a voice with a dull voice that sounded like he had been crying came out from behind the boy: "Yes! I understand."

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief and lay down next to the boy. The boy was hunched over, a small one, with his hands clenched in fists, and his little face was flushed from sleep. Fang Zichen saw it interestingly, and reached out to poke his little nose. The good boy moved his mouth, but did not wake up. It is hot in summer, and the child's body temperature Gao, there was a little sweat on his forehead. Fang Zichen slapped him and wiped it all over. It was not very gentle, it was even rough. The little boy shook his head back and forth several times.

Brother Zhao was hit on the forehead by the back of the boy's head. The movement was so loud that he didn't even wake up. It seemed that he was really fast asleep.

Brother Zhao stood up, the redness in his eyes had not subsided, his eyelashes were moist, and he looked at Fang Zichen with a slightly unnatural expression: "...Don't make trouble with him."

Fang Zichen smiled: "I didn't make trouble with him, I was giving him a favor. He's wiping his sweat!"

He was too big-hearted to hold on to what happened just now. Seeing that Brother Zhao seemed a little embarrassed, he poked the good boy in the face and said jokingly: "This little piggy is pitiful. It's so hot in the middle of the summer. Will it be familiar tomorrow?"

Brother Zhao looked at Fang Zichen and seemed to have completely forgotten what happened. The redness on his ears faded a little, and he was no longer so embarrassed. He was even a little embarrassed. Angry, he defended the good boy: "... He's not a little piggy."

Fang Zichen blinked, and took his hands back and put them under his head: "I'm not scolding you, old sow! Don't make up your mind."

Zhao Brother: "..."

"...you still said." Brother Zhao glared at him, his eyes round and round.

Fang Zichen still had a bad mouth, he stared at Brother Zhao, and said happily: "Let me sing you a song! It fits your current appearance." His expression was so bad, and there was a hint of laughter in his smile. With such a ruthless energy, Brother Zhao could tell at a glance that what he was singing was definitely not something good. Just when he was about to open his mouth to say no, he heard Fang Zichen already singing leisurely.

"The eyes were as wide as copper bells, shooting out with lightning-like shrewdness~"

Brother Zhao slapped him on the mouth.

Fang Zichen: "······"

Chapter 8 Confession:

Three people squeezed into a bed. Half of Fang Zichen's body was hanging out of the bed. He hadn't turned over all night. In addition to the few beatings he received with a wooden stick earlier, every part of his body hurt when he woke up early in the morning.

Brother Zhao and Guaizi got up before dawn. Fang Zichen scooped water from the water tank, washed his face, and sat boredly on the edge of the door.

He originally thought about going to the town today, but after the commotion last night, Brother Zhao said he would go the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow happened to be a market day, so he could go with others. Fang Zichen didn't care, so he agreed.

He fell asleep quickly at night and didn't get up too late. At this time, the sky was reddish and the sun had just risen.

On a summer morning, there was heavy haze in the mountains, there was no room at home, and the water tank was full of water. I don't know where Brother Zhao took his son early in the morning.

More than ten minutes later, Brother Zhao came back carrying a bundle of firewood.

Guaizi walked beside him, holding a handful of muddy wild vegetables in his arms. The trousers of both father and son were already wet.

Fang Zichen saw the huge bundle of firewood on his back and knew that this man must have gone out at dawn.

"Father." Guaizi called him first.

He ran over, slapped the boy's face, ignored Brother Zhao's refusal, and took the firewood on his back: "Why did you go to collect firewood so early in the morning?"

The firewood collected at Nanshan was later picked up. After carrying the firewood for so long, Brother Zhao's breathing was disordered: "There's nothing left at home."

"Then you can call me. It's so heavy. Are you exhausted?" Fang Zichen carried the firewood, not like Brother Zhao crawling. His steps seemed effortless, and his words seemed casual, yet heart-warming.

Brother Zhao's tired and cold body gradually warmed up, and his heart felt sour that it was hard to describe.

"I'm not tired." He lowered his eyes and led the boy to walk beside him and said, "I'm used to it."

Fang Zichen glanced at him: "You are not made of iron. Such a big bundle of firewood was just visible from a distance. He didn't even see you." He used his free hand to rub the top of Guaizi's dry, yellow and rough hair, and said, "I went to work this early in the morning. Look, Guaizi's pants are all wet. No. People who know think I have abused my stepson!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "I am a good stepfather."

"..."

The west room was empty, and the village chief opened the door last time. When it was used as a bed board for him, a piece wide as his calf was cracked and He Xi threw it in the west room. Fang Zichen wanted to take the small piece of wood to make the bed wider. He was tinkering with it when he heard Brother Zhao say that he was going out to do some work. Work, Fang Zichen didn't think much about it and said 'hmm'.

When it was time for dinner, the bed had been made and Brother Zhao hadn't come back yet. Fang Zichen wanted to cook the porridge first. There wasn't much food at home and he hadn't eaten in the morning. His stomach was already growling with hunger. He was adding more to the pot. Water, the good boy ran in from outside.

His little face was covered with sweat, and the corner of his clothes was rolled up to make a pocket, which was bulging, revealing a small section of his white, tender and deflated belly.

"Father." The boy called out.

Fang Zichen accepted it calmly, his eyes fell on his red face, and he felt no discomfort at all.

People's ability to adapt is really strong. After shouting a few times, he has already entered the role.

Fang Zichen pointed to the big bag on his belly and asked, "What's in it?"

"It's sweet potatoes," said Guaizi. He already spoke fluently, but his pronunciation of some words was not particularly standard: "Daddy helps Grandma He work. They gave me sweet potatoes."

"Sweet potatoes are delicious, let's eat them for my father."

Fang Zichen laughed when he heard this: "I won't catch you for free."

The good boy opened his pocket, and there were five fist-sized sweet potatoes inside. The hoe dug it into pieces, and there were missing arms and legs, none of which were intact.

Fang Zichen was no stranger to sweet potatoes. They used to sell them at a stall at the school gate. They were delicious when roasted. His second brother bought them for him several times. They were sweet, soft and glutinous, and quite delicious.

However, the conditions at home were inconvenient. Fang Zichen thought about it, washed it all and threw it all into the pot.

The cooking should be delicious too... right?

The sun was shining brightly outside, it was the hottest time of the day, and the boy was back. Fang Zichen thought that Brother Zhao would be back soon, but the sweet potatoes were all cooked, and there was not even a hair on the door.

Fang Zichen ate one and peeled another for Guaizi. After he finished eating, he put the rest into the broken basket that Brother Zhao had used to hold wild vegetables.

Fang Zichen knelt down and asked Guaizi: "Shall we go find your daddy?"

"Okay," Guaizi looked at the basket and said, "Give daddy sweet potatoes."

"Do you remember where your daddy is?"

"Yes."

Guaizi Although he is only three years old, Brother Zhao will take him with him when he goes to the mountains to cut firewood and work in the fields to find wild vegetables. If he had grown stronger, Xiaohe Village would have been flattened by him. He didn't know where there was a Xiaohe Village that was as big as a palm. of.

After leaving the house and walking on the path, it didn't take long for Fang Zichen to feel dizzy from the sun. The air he breathed into his nose was also hot. The weeds on the roadside were completely sunburned. When he looked up, there was even more sun in the field. No one.

Also, no one dares to be so desperate.

Fang Zichen picked up the boy and folded a branch to cover his head. Not long after walking, he saw Brother Zhao who was working in the fields.

"..."

···Some people really don't want their lives.

"Daddy is there." The good boy shouted: "Daddy~"

Brother Zhao waved his hoe and wiped his sweat after hearing this and turned his head. He didn't seem too surprised to see Fang Zichen.

Sweat broke out on his tanned face again, dripping down drop by drop. The clothes behind him were already wet and stuck to his back. It was damp and stuffy. The weather was hot and made him feel particularly uncomfortable. Working continuously, the whole person was exhausted at this time.

Brother Zhao held on to the hoe and was swaying.

Fang Zichen hurried over to help him.

"I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been thirsty for too long.

Fang Zichen put his arm on his shoulders and dragged him forcefully to the shade of a tree. He rarely lost his temper with him: "It's okay. Wait until you faint and can't wake up until you get hard. That's when you think something's wrong." Son?" He took out a bowl of water from the basket and handed it over: "Drink quickly, if you have any trouble, I will become a damn widower. The husband who just got married will turn around and become cold. People say Maybe I'm a wife-killer!"

Brother Zhao's hand shook as he took the bowl and looked at him speechlessly.

"What are you looking at me for? Do you think I can quench your thirst?" Fang Zichen urged him: "Drink quickly!"

"Daddy~" The good boy handed over the peeled sweet potatoes: "Eat."

"You are good," Brother Zhao saw the basket. There were two left, and he looked at Fang Zichen: "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen said, "I didn't see you coming back when it was cooked, so my dear boy and I ate first."

Brother Zhao lowered his eyes and took a bite After one sip, the sweet and glutinous aroma instantly filled the entire mouth: "I can't go back until evening. Aunt He's family has planted a lot of sweet potatoes this year."

Most people in Xiaohe Village have the surname He. Fang Zichen has only been here for two days, except for the village chief and the Ma family. He had never interacted with anyone else in the group and couldn't recognize who was following whom.

Who is Aunt He?

He asked in a serious tone: "What about them?"

"It's hot, I'm going back," Brother Zhao replied: "I won't come until the afternoon."

Fang Zichen: "Then why don't you go back?"

His tone was wrong from just now, and he sounded unhappy.

Brother Zhao held the remaining half of the sweet potato and said nothing.

Fang Zichen has a soft heart and can feel sorry for others. Brother Zhao is not stupid. He knows that he is angry with himself for working so desperately. He even said some words to comfort him last night, but there is not much food at home, and Fang Zichen is so delicate. Unfortunately, he couldn't eat the wild vegetable porridge. Sweet potatoes were more delicious than wild vegetables, so he thought of coming to help the workers and bring some back, but he didn't want to make people unhappy.

"Why don't you say anything?"

He said in a nagging tone: "Aunt He said that I did a lot, so she gave me more."

In fact, Aunt He's original words were more than that.

She meant to ask Brother Zhao to finish digging the land at noon.

This was not the first time that Brother Zhao helped her family with work. She had agreed to three coppers a day, but she wanted him to stand in her field before dawn and not let him go until the moon came out.

The skill of squeezing people is top-notch.

Hearing this, Fang Zichen almost laughed.

Are sweet potatoes so valuable these days? It can make people work so desperately.

"You rest, I will help you later." Fang Zichen said: "Then Aunt He and Aunt Xi are not human beings. She dares to exploit people like this. When I have money, I have to give her a slap in the face."

... ...

It's really hot outside. Even if I hide under the shade of a tree, I'm still sweating like it's free of charge. In fact, Fang Zichen wants to drag people back now, but he's been working all morning and half of the sweet potatoes have been dug. There's nothing to gain from going back now. , isn't it because the workmanship is cheap and Aunt He is doing it for nothing?

This is not possible!

Definitely not going back.

I won't go back even if I die in the sun.

Sweet potatoes are more valuable than life.

...

After resting for half an hour, Fang Zichen returned to the field with his hoe.

The sweet potato vines had been cut back by Aunt He, and the parched land was bare.

Fang Zichen had never done any work before, and he was a bit confused as he grabbed the hoe.

But he has a strong learning ability. He called Brother Zhao and asked him to demonstrate it twice. After seeing it twice, he immediately felt that he had mastered this skill.

"I'll do it! You go back and rest." He said.

"You know how?" Brother Zhao asked doubtfully.

"Of course!" Fang Zichen vowed: "It's not a highly technical thing, it's very simple."

Seeing his confidence, Brother Zhao said: "Then don't dig up the sweet potatoes..." ·".

Fang Zichen went down with the hoe and found three sweet potatoes nailed on the hoe.

Fang Zichen: "..."

He really specializes in the art.

After working for less than five minutes, Fang Zichen handed the hoe to Brother Zhao with a look of worry and indescribability: "...To do a job that requires skills, I still need a professional like you." Come on! I'll help you from the side."

"You go and rest," Zhao Geer raised his head, glanced at Fang Zichen's sun-red face, and pursed his lips: "I can finish digging before dark. "

Looking at the half-eaten sweet potatoes and Brother Zhao's expression of "You are so loud, you are such a loser", Fang Zichen didn't know whether it was from the sun or something, and felt that his face was burning badly: "You dig it up and I pick it up, hurry up, don't look at me, I know I'm handsome."

He tried to save his self-esteem, but his tone couldn't help but be vain. Brother Zhao's mouth slightly raised, but without saying anything, he said 'oh' and dug. Sweet potatoes to go.

The basket was carried home by Aunt He, and Fang Zichen picked up a pile of sweet potatoes. The boy ran over and said he wanted to help. Fang Zichen squeezed his face and felt that his throat was already on fire: "Goodbye, I'm going to suffer." "Don't stop, if you get fucked in the sun, who will take care of me in the future! Be obedient and stay under the tree. When I'm done, I'll take you to catch insects and feed your frogs."

The good boy pouted . : "I can work."

"Yes, yes," Fang Zichen said perfunctorily: "Look," he picked out a big sweet potato and showed it to the boy: "It's as big as your head. Go back under the tree." Take a nap and try to be bigger than him when you wake up."

Guaizi stared at the sweet potato in his hand, and he said slowly and seductively: "As a man, do you know which two parts should not be small?"

Guaizi touched it. His own head: "It doesn't matter."

Fang Zichen raised his lips and eyebrows, and smiled, "Of course it's your head and your dick."

"What?" The boy tilted his head and looked confused.

"It's just a little bird with no hair growing in your pants/crotch." Fang Zichen said.

What~

The good boy's eyes widened. He lowered his head and pulled down his pants. They were empty: "...Father," he seemed to be very disappointed, his face collapsed: "There are no birds!"

Fang Zichen: "Haha. Hahahaha~ Why not! He wouldn't be a eunuch without that, hahaha~"

Brother Zhao endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it and interrupted: "Don't teach him bad things."

Fang Zichen refused to admit this crime: "How could you. That's it! I'm teaching him how to recognize relatives. If you don't understand what's going on between us men, don't talk nonsense!"

"Come here," Fang Zichen waited for the boy to come closer and pulled his pants. , flicking his penis and said: "Isn't this just a little bird? This is a symbol of our men. You have to protect him. It will be of great use in the future, you know?"

Brother Zhao: "... ··"

"Yeah!" Guaizi didn't know, but that didn't stop him from nodding.

Fang Zichen saw that he was well-behaved and well-behaved. Although he was thin and sallow, his outstanding facial features could not be concealed. Thinking about the brother here who looked exactly like a man, he added: "Don't let others pull your pants from now on. If anyone pulls you, you will be scolded." He is a pervert."

Guaizi: "What is a pervert?" Fang

Zichen: "He is a bad person who takes advantage of others and touches people's butts."

Guaizi frowned and said in a quiet voice, "Father and dad are not perverts."

He immediately said: "I'm definitely not!" He looked at Brother Zhao and smiled. The other person met his eyes with an innocent and harmless round face. As he looked at it, a feeling suddenly grew in his heart. In a bad mood, he tossed the sweet potato in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said in a voice that sounded like a slap in the face: "But I don't know if your father is."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Probably He was in a trance because he was tired, or Zichen's smile was too dazzling when he was standing under the sun, or maybe the short time together gave Brother Zhao courage. When he reacted, the fist-sized clod of earth in his hand had already been smashed. go out.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was stunned.

So cruel?

Chapter 9 Past Events

Brother Zhao was also a little confused. Fang Zichen frowned and saw that the ground where his chest was hit was still stained with mud. He seemed to be thinking about something and looked unhappy.

Brother Zhao was worried and his heart was lifted. He was about to explain and say sorry, but Fang Zichen didn't follow the routine again.

"You were so far away and you hit me with a stone. If I had just stood in front of you, would you have just slapped me with your backhand?"

Brother Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "...That's not a stone."

Stone. But it will kill people.

"You also said," Fang Zichen dusted off the mud: "Don't you guys say that my husband is too big? How dare you hit me! It's so lawless."

Brother Zhao seemed to have the courage to hit him once . Seeing that Fang Zichen didn't seem to be angry, he pointed at the culprit under his feet that was still strong even after it hit the ground, and said, "It hit you, not me." "

Yo, yo yo!" Fang Zichen didn't expect that Brother Zhao, who was obedient and timid before, would suddenly act like this. He was like a gangster who saw a beauty. He walked around Brother Zhao, looking up and down, and Brother Zhao was stared at. The nerves were tense, and the knuckles holding the hoe were so hard that the fingertips turned white.

Fang Zichen spoke when he almost couldn't bear it anymore: "You are so good at lying, why don't you just call Brother Lai, why call you Brother Zhao."

"Who told you to talk nonsense." Brother Zhao said in a low voice.

Fang Zichen was so close that he actually heard: "Where did I speak nonsense?"

"You say, you say..." Brother Zhao couldn't speak.

He was too embarrassed to learn.

He's a little bird and a dick at the same time, so that's not even nonsense! And they even roundaboutly said he was a pervert.

Now I don't admit it anymore.

"Look, you can't even tell it yourself," Fang Zichen said, "Next time you dare to hit me with a stone..."

"It's not a stone."

"I don't care what it is, anyway, you dare to hit me next time. , I'm going to hit someone." Fang Zichen threatened him and tried his best to save face: "You were there that day when I beat Ma Dazhuang and the others! I hit people, tsk, that was quite impressive," he pinched Brother Zhao to lose weight. His arm seemed like it could be broken with just a gentle squeeze and said: "Just like you, I can knock down ten of you with one punch. This is not an exaggeration or bragging."

Brother Zhao seemed to have really eaten the heart of a bear. Leopard Dancing: "But that day you told the village chief that you don't hit women, nor do you hit brothers."

Is that why you are so arrogant?

Fang Zichen choked for a moment and said in an unserious manner: "Oh, so you women are innocent. Men's mouths are deceitful. Anyone who believes them will be fooled."

Brother Zhao seemed to be interested in him . There was a kind of stubborn trust, and he didn't believe his words, but he still asked: "Then you really know how to hit me?"

Fang Zichen didn't bother to tell him, and just slapped his butt, making a special 'snap' sound. He shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Asi, if you don't work anymore, I'll see if I can beat you to death."

"If I don't give you this once, you will rebel."

Brother Zhao: "... ·"

Brother Zhao's face suddenly turned red, the top of his head seemed to be smoking, and his whole body was burning badly. He turned around and quickly left Fang Zichen and went to the other side.

Fang Zichen just thought he was scared and was secretly happy.

Brother Zhao was so nervous when he saw him and stayed with him yesterday. It has only been a day! If you dare to throw rocks at him, will you stab him directly with a knife?

Third Young Master Fang is not a soft persimmon.

The last time he saved Brother Zhao, he was beaten inexplicably. He wanted to beat him back on the spot, but when he saw that it was a woman, he didn't do it. Although he really doesn't touch the old, weak, sick or disabled, he doesn't hit women. But a few threats can still be done.

He comes from modern times, and although he has no vision for the future, he will not restrain Brother Zhao and let him wander around him. He is born free. If he doesn't get married, he will be trapped in the three In a small space, as a partner, the best choice is for one to be strong and the other to be gentle and gentle. If both parties are strong, then it won't be a small quarrel every day, a big quarrel every day, and running to the hospital every three days!

Now that Brother Zhao is showing signs of going wild on him and turning into a shrew, he can't let him get used to it. He has to stamp it out in time. Otherwise, if he can't be beaten again and again, how can he still live?

Fang Zichen finished picking up the sweet potatoes he dug earlier and headed to Brother Zhao.

The good boy has been tricked by him into sleeping under the tree.

Fang Zichen stood behind Brother Zhao, looking at his red and sweaty neck, he couldn't help but pause.

Brother Zhao is really very thin and small. The clothes that didn't fit him originally were empty. Now the sweat has stuck to his slightly convex back. He leans forward and arches his upper body slightly, following his movements. The butterfly bone becomes more and more obvious.

On the day the Ma family came to make trouble, the village chief told him about Brother Zhao's situation.

He was sold into the Ma family at the age of seven. He was originally intended to be a child nanny to Ma Dazhuang's second son. Ma Dazhuang's second son was named Ma Tao. He was born stupid. He originally wanted Zhao Geer to marry him and take care of him when he grew up. , as a result, Ma Tao drowned when he was ten years old.

At that time, the conditions of the Ma family were still good, but they did not want to raise Brother Zhao, an idle man. They originally wanted to sell him, but Ma Wen said that he liked Brother Zhao, and they did not agree with Ma Dazhuang and the others to sell Brother Zhao to him. Sold.

Ma Wen is Ma Dazhuang's eldest son. From the names of the two brothers and the village children Gouzi, Niudan, Dahu and Erwa, we know that Ma Dazhuang loves his two sons very much. Ma Wen stopped him, so Ma Dazhuang had no choice but to give up. .

However, since ancient times, the rich did not marry their elder brothers. The Ma family was not considered a rich family, but they just followed other people's behavior. People said that Brother Zhao was the younger brother and was Ma Wen's concubine.

A concubine from a poor family is no different from a slave. The Ma family has a bad nature and treats Brother Zhao like a beast, either scolding or beating him. Everyone in the village saw it, and even if they opened their eyes against their conscience, they would not dare to say that the Ma family was good to Brother Zhao.

The village chief couldn't help but sigh as he spoke. He said that Brother Zhao could bear it, but if it had been anyone else, he would have jumped into the river long ago.

really.

Anyone who has been abused for twelve years will probably have a distorted personality. No one would want to live under the endless whipping and scolding day after day.

The village chief sighed. Fang Zichen grew up in a honeypot. He couldn't imagine such a life. People who have been abused for a long time usually have low self-esteem and introversion, are afraid of others, crazy, timid, and some are even numb and stupid. But he thinks Brother Zhao is a Tough, like a vine growing in a dark well, it is not afraid of darkness. As long as there is a little light, it can climb towards the sun.

Brother Zhao still has a good temper, otherwise he would really be afraid that one day he would be stabbed in the middle of the night because of a word or an incident.

His eyes did not move. No matter how slow Brother Zhao was, he could feel it. He was inexplicably panicked. The hoe in his hand was not as sharp as before. After almost hitting his toes with the hoe for the sixth time, he turned around and couldn't help but ask: " "What do you think I do?"

"Look at how beautiful you are," Fang Zichen said subconsciously.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips. He was about to say that my face doesn't have a long back, but Fang Zichen realized it and started running the train again: "Which of your eyes saw me looking at you?"

The train rushed off the track: "Butt/eye?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Is this really a young master raised by a wealthy family?

Why are you talking so much nonsense?

I'm afraid even the men in the village can't compare.

·····

Brother Zhao felt that his ear had been pricked hard. Fang Zichen laughed when he saw that he suddenly became quiet.

It's low, dull and nice to listen to, with a bit of joy.

Brother Zhao is innocent, but he just said some dirty and dirty words. Look, this shocked him.

Tsk...

Around Shen Shi, Aunt He finally arrived carrying a basket on her back.

From a distance, he saw two people standing in her field.

The one who was digging in the ground was Brother Zhao, whom she was familiar with, and the other one who was wandering around in the ground as if for fun was Fang Zichen who came from overseas.

The incident between Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao has been abuzz in the village for the past two days, and the popularity continues. The village chief He Zhi and Aunt He Ying are still brothers and sisters. He Ying knows the benefactor who saved his father.

Even putting all this aside, Fang Zichen is the only short-haired guy in the village who is so recognizable.

Aunt He walked over with a smile: "Boy Fang, you're here too! Oh, you really know how to feel sorry for people."

She didn't come at first and hurriedly talked to Fang Zichen. She glanced at him from a distance and ran to her in a hurry. My father called me doctor. I didn't see it clearly at that time. I just thought that this kid was really tall. Now that I saw it from a close distance, it was really eye-catching.

Fang Zichen's exposed neck and cheeks are white and translucent, with tall and straight roots, sweat on the tip of his nose, and heroic eyebrows. There is no doubt that he does not have a good appearance for the upper class.

Darling, it's rare to find such a good-looking person in every village.

That kind of skin is not as good as that of her He Xiaoyu even if she lies in the room every day.

Fang Zichen tossed the sweet potatoes to play and called out: "Aunt He."

"Hey~" Aunt He smiled brightly. When she turned around and saw the half-filled basket of rotten sweet potatoes in the small basket left in the ground, the smile suddenly solidified on her face. superior.

"...Brother Zhao," she subconsciously wanted to curse, but then she felt a line of sight passing over her body, dark and fierce, like a lion lying in ambush in the grass, staring at the neck of its prey... That was death. gaze. She slowly raised her head and saw Fang Zichen looking at her intently.

"...Fang, boy Fang?"

Fang Zichen said nothing.

The atmosphere was a bit solemn. Brother Zhao dropped his hoe and came behind Fang Zichen, quietly tugging on his clothes.

"I dug this up accidentally," Fang Zichen pointed to the small basket, his face changed again, and he smiled: "I have never done this at home before, so I am not skilled. I am really sorry."

Aunt He's scalp was still hairy. Ma, looking at Fang Zichen's warm smile, felt that it was all an illusion: "No, it's okay, just a few sweet potatoes, it's okay."

After a while, Aunt He's man and son came, and they brought Carrying the basket, after briefly greeting Fang Zichen, he picked up the sweet potatoes that he had picked up earlier into the basket and carried them back one by one.

After they left, Brother Zhao whispered: "Uncle He and Brother He seem a little afraid of you."

Aunt He was digging at the other end. Her man's surname was also He. Fang Zichen shrugged: "Aren't you afraid of me too?"

"Me, I didn't."

Fang Zichen couldn't forget the loss of face and said, "Oh! Yes, you really didn't."

Brother Zhao: "..."

It's obviously not a stone!

"Father, Daddy," the boy came over rubbing his eyes, his hair was in a mess, he seemed to be still awake, and he was staggering as if he had drunk two kilograms of Erguotou. He saw Aunt He at the end of the field and called out again. A voice called Grandma River.

Brother Zhao knelt down and asked, "Are you still sleepy?"

Guaizi had never had the habit of taking a nap before. Brother Zhao was busy almost all the time at Ma's house except when it was dark at night and he couldn't do any work. Guaizi was young and went up the mountain. I was covered in mosquito bites while chopping firewood, and I felt uncomfortable lying in the sun in the field. I never shouted a word and followed him every day.

In the beginning, he didn't just take the good boy with him wherever he went. Before he was one year old, the good boy couldn't be separated from others and he was carried on his back every day. Later, when he got a little older, he locked him in the woodshed. Once he was on the ground He was working inside when someone came and called him: "Brother Zhao, you are still working! Go back quickly."

"What's wrong? "

"Your son was pushed into the water tank by Ma Dazhuang." "

Brother Zhao's head exploded with a bang, and he ran home. The yard was full of people. The good boy had a white face and was lying on the ground wet.

Brother Zhao's legs went weak on the spot.

Fear, Panic, fear... all the bad emotions came rushing back at that moment.

Brother Zhao never wanted to experience that kind of mood again in his life.

The reason why Ma Dazhuang attacked the good boy

that day was actually very simple. My brother forgot to bolt the door. He was thirsty and wanted to go into the kitchen to get some water. He was so small that he couldn't walk unsteadily and fell in the yard. He suffered a headache and cried twice because he couldn't bear it. The weather was hot. , people are easily irritable. Ma Dazhuang thought he was noisy and knew that he wanted to drink water, so he took him to the kitchen by his collar and pushed him into the water tank: "I let you drink, I let you drink." "

The noise was so loud that in addition to the Ma family, the neighbors next door heard it. An uncle couldn't stand it and sent someone to call Brother Zhao. He then pushed Ma Dazhuang away and took the boy out of the water tank.

Brother Zhao Knowing that the Ma family is poisonous and Guaizi is not a member of the Ma family, if Ma Dazhuang can attack Guaizi this time, he will definitely be able to do it next time. Guaizi cannot be so lucky every time.

After this happened, Brother Zhao arrived. I would take Guaizi with me everywhere.

Guaizi was very sensible and would keep busy with him no matter how hot it was at noon.

He rarely had time to take a nap.

"He felt dizzy. "Guaizi said: "I have seen that there are two fathers.

Brother Zhao touched his forehead, but there was no fever. He thought for a moment: "I'll take you to wash your face. Just wash it and you'll be fine. " "

"Um! "

It's really good after washing. As soon as the good boy was energetic, he ran all over the floor.

He ran to Aunt He to pick it up. When he saw Fang Zichen couldn't pick it up, he ran over again and said that he wanted to help Fang Zichen pick it up. What did he eat? It was like an amazing medicine, and he couldn't stop feeling strong.

Aunt He smiled and praised him: "Our good boy is so sensible!" "

She used this as a starting point, trying to get Fang Zichen to chat and warm up, but Fang Zichen ignored him.

It didn't make sense!

From what He Xi said, Fang Zichen didn't seem to dislike him and treated the good boy well.

Fang Zichen was in Brother Zhao. He picked up sweet potatoes behind his back, chatting with him one after another,

"Did she give you three cents before? "Fang Zichen raised his chin towards Aunt He and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah! Brother Zhao cooperated with him and said in a soft voice: "People in the village are not rich, and they do all the work at home. Aunt He is kind-hearted. She saw that I was pitiful, so she wanted to help me. Otherwise, the whole family would do it themselves." It's also possible. "

Fang Zichen curled his lips.

This is not a good-hearted person, this is simply a black-hearted thing.

Brother Zhao said that here a person with a low salary can get 19 cents, and a meal is included, while a more generous person can get 23 cents.

If Aunt He really looks at him Poor, I want to help him, give him eight cents, but Fang Zichen doesn't even say anything, give him three cents, what does this mean?

One egg costs two cents.

Isn't this because when Brother Zhao wants to make money, he takes advantage of his reputation and takes advantage of others?

Xiaohe Village is poor, and Aunt He's family can be considered a 'rich' family in Xiaohe Village. When it's not the busy farming season, her two sons are carrying big bags at the town dock. I heard that they only earn twenty-five cents a day. The family can have enough to eat every meal.

That's it, can't you afford half the salary?

This evil-hearted old woman.

Chapter 10 Nightmare

When the sky darkened, the sweet potatoes were finally dug.

Aunt He picked up the small half basket of sweet potatoes that Fang Zichen dug up at noon, selected a few "crooked melons and cracked dates" and handed them to Brother Zhao: "These are for you."

Brother Zhao took them with both hands and said Thank you.

Aunt He gave him alms and looked grateful.

Fang Zichen frowned when he saw it. The soreness and weakness in his body after exhaustion became more and more intense, making his whole body feel uncomfortable.

Aunt He was satisfied with Brother Zhao's attitude: "I still have a piece of land on the south slope. If you are free tomorrow,..."

Fang Zichen looked at her coldly from the side: "If you are not free, you can You can dig your own sweet potatoes!"

"Ah! This, this..."

"Aunt He," Fang Zichen looked at her and asked her in a low voice, "Does your father know that you are so generous

? Aunt: "..."

She looked embarrassed and explained: "We have collected taxes this year, and our family has paid a lot of money, and the harvest in the fields is not very good. How about I give you a few more? I also want to Help Brother Zhao."

Fang Zichen said: "No, since the harvest in the field is not good, Brother Zhao can't help you. Otherwise, if I give you a few more sweet potatoes, your family will starve to death. "

Aunt He said calmly.

"Good boy," he called to the good boy who was looking for wild vegetables on the edge of the field: "We are going home."

On the way back, Brother Zhao secretly glanced at him.

Fang Zichen walked slowly, standing tall and straight. After working for a day, his face, neck and back of hands exposed outside his clothes were a little red from the sun, and there was a small red envelope on his cheek from a mosquito bite.

"What are you looking at?" he asked suddenly.

After being caught, Brother Zhao looked away in panic: "No, it's nothing."

"Let's go to town tomorrow! I want to find some work." Fang Zichen said.

"But," Brother Zhao pursed his lips: "It's hard to find a job in the town."

Fang Zichen sighed rarely, with a stinking look on his face: "It's hard to find, but you have to find it! I don't want to eat wild vegetables every day, and I don't want to Eat sweet potatoes every day."

Brother Zhao paused when he heard this, and his hand holding the sweet potatoes couldn't help but curl up... Fang Zichen couldn't see the best he could give him for his hard work and sweat. something.

The sweet potato in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms at this moment, and it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe after kicking it.

He watched Fang Zichen take a few steps and then move away from him. Fang Zichen was still walking slowly, surrounded by a dim sky.

Brother Zhao was once again imprisoned by a sense of powerlessness.

He had felt this way countless times.

When that person disappeared and couldn't be found no matter how hard he looked, when he was pregnant, he was lying alone on the straw biting a stick in a dilapidated and damp woodshed and gave birth to a good boy, and the good boy shouted to him that he was hungry. He was surrounded by this feeling when he cried out that he was cold, when he was sick and knelt in front of the doctor's house but was driven away with wooden sticks.

That deep feeling of powerlessness could not be driven away no matter how hard he tried, nor could he change it no matter how hard he tried.

He was really afraid that because he couldn't give Fang Zichen anything, Fang Zichen couldn't stand his current life and would leave him again.

Fang Zichen led the boy in front, and when he looked back, he saw Brother Zhao with his head buried and staring at his toes, not moving.

"Are you stepping on shit? Or is there gold on the ground?" he asked.

Brother Zhao raised his head and answered the question: "Don't you like eating sweet potatoes?"

There was a look of disappointment in his eyes. Fang Zichen looked at him quietly, and after a moment he said: "I like it! But you and Guaizi can't eat it every day. Just eat sweet potatoes?" He frowned, looking very angry: "Aunt He, I'm not convinced that you want to help her anymore. I'll go to the town to find a job, and I'll give you and Guai some money. If you want to buy some meat, it tastes better than sweet potatoes."

Brother Zhao opened his eyes wide and opened his lips slightly, just like that.

His mouth moved, and Fang Zichen spoke again: "Are you particularly touched?"

Brother Zhao received so little kindness that even one or two words that he had never put into practice could make his heart tremble. , he nodded honestly: "Yeah."

"Actually, it's nothing," Fang Zichen smiled and pushed back the hair from his forehead: "Who told me that I am a good man like no other! Your ancestral grave is probably on fire. Only then can you find a husband like me..."

Brother Zhao froze on the spot, his whole body froze, and the color on his face faded little by little.

Dude?

These two words were more piercing than the dirty words that had been thrown at him in the past.

Fang Zichen saw that he suddenly stopped talking, his eyes slowly turned red, and his brows wrinkled subconsciously.

In the end, it was Brother Zhao who spoke first: "It's getting dark, let's go back!"

Fang Zichen breathed out an inexplicable sigh of relief: "...Okay."

When we got home, Brother Zhao got busy again, with a look of nothing on his face. Strangely, it seemed that he had forgotten what happened on the road just now. Fang Zichen looked at him for a while and felt relieved.

However, something happened to Brother Zhao in the middle of the night.

He seemed to be having a nightmare and kept shouting and struggling.

There was a lot of noise, and both Guai Zai and Fang Zichen were woken up by him.

There was a lot of sweat on his forehead and he screamed and struggled like hysteria. Fang Zichen was startled. The good boy seemed to be used to it. He grabbed his sleeve and wiped Brother Zhao's sweat before pushing him: "Daddy, daddy, wake up." ~"

"Is your father having a nightmare?" Fang Zichen asked.

The good boy nodded: "Yeah!"

Brother Zhao didn't get out of his dream, he was still shouting: "...don't go...don't..." Fang Zichen heard him mumbling these words back and forth. , and waving his hands, as if he wanted to catch something.

The person who usually woke up after shouting a few words, but now no matter how he shouted, it had no effect. The boy's eyes turned red and he turned to look at Fang Zichen as if begging for help.

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen encountered this situation for the first time and made random moves. He patted Brother Zhao's face and said, "... wake up."

It had no effect.

He opened Brother Zhao's eyelids again: "Brother Zhao?"

The good boy held on to Brother Zhao's clothes tightly, watching Fang Zichen lift his eyelids to no avail, then went to pull his father's ears and pinch his father. middle.

It wasn't until the last move was used that Brother Zhao woke up.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

Brother Zhao didn't seem to come back to his senses. He only moved his eyes, looking for sound. After Fang Zichen's blurry outline began to become clear in his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank. His eyes were fixed.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked a little crazy. Fang Zichen suddenly grabbed his hands and couldn't react.

"Why did you leave in the first place?" Brother Zhao asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with tears at some point. Fang Zichen's wrists were so painful from being scratched that he never knew that a skinny little guy who could hit someone lying down with just one punch could be so strong: "...Ah? Brother Zhao, are you? Did you recognize the wrong person? I'm Fang Zichen!"

After saying this, Brother Zhao didn't let go and didn't speak. He just stared at him, as if he was trying to identify him.

Fang Zichen let him hold him and looked at him with a slightly confused expression.

Brother Zhao was slightly stunned, his expression looked very complicated, and he felt confused... as if he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality.

After a while, Brother Zhao woke up as if from a dream... I guess he was dreaming again.

He doesn't dream often.

Ever since he was sold to the Ma family, he had to do endless work every day, and almost every night he would force himself to fall asleep as soon as he lay down. For more than ten years, he was like a donkey, rarely doing anything. Have time for yourself.

When did you start dreaming?

It was after that night.

He often had recurring dreams about that person. On the mountain, he was held down. The person smelled of alcohol and kissed him crazily and without any rules, and his urgent and hot breath sprayed on his neck.

He cried, struggled, and kicked to no avail, until the last line of defense was removed and he cried and begged.

"Please... don't..."

The man slowly raised his head and saw that his eyes, which were red from crying, were blank for a moment.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and there were cold tears on his hand.

"Are you crying?"

His logic was unclear and his words made no sense: "I'm sorry, please don't cry, okay?"

"I'm sorry, please be good... don't cry."

After seeing his appearance clearly, he Hearing him say don't cry again and again, Brother Zhao really stopped struggling.

The man had no experience and his movements were panicked. Brother Zhao covered his mouth and couldn't help but whimper until the last moment.

After that, the man kissed his forehead, leaning against his tear-stained face: "Does it hurt?"

Before Brother Zhao could reply, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Very suddenly.

Brother Zhao's body was weak and he could not support his shoulders.

The other party bit his lips awkwardly, with cautious eyes. The moonlight shone down from the cracks in the trees, falling on the man's soft hair, glowing with a very gentle light, which reflected deeply in Brother Zhao's eyes.

That night, he tensed up the whole time, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and burying his head on his chest, refusing to say a word. When he woke up again, there was no one around him.

He searched for a long time and turned over the mountain, but he couldn't find it.

He dragged his limp body back and then pretended to be fine.

Brother is not as easy to get pregnant as women. It was the first time for him to experience this kind of thing. In addition to the fear of being discovered by the Ma family, he also felt the pleasure of taking revenge on the Ma family.

But he didn't expect that just one night, he would become pregnant.

In the days that followed, what happened that night often appeared in his dreams.

Those words, those fragments, those rapid breathing, those hot and hot kisses, those grinding, those neck-crossings, there is no fixed order, they always flash back in the dream in a disorderly manner.

Brother Zhao was in deep thought and trance. It took him a while to break free from his dream, and cold sweat oozed from inside.

"Fang Zichen?" He pressed his head that was so painful that it was about to explode, and felt the cold sweat on his hands. Feeling the cold in the hot summer, he said hoarsely: "I'm having a nightmare." "

Yeah! Can you tell?" Fang Zichen Said: "Do you still feel uncomfortable? Does your head hurt?"

The exact same words.

In a daze, Brother Zhao seemed to see that person again.

He took a deep breath and shook his head: "It's okay, what time is it now?"

"It's still early!" Fang Zichen raised his eyes and looked out the window: "I can sleep for two more hours."

The good boy was nestled in Brother Zhao's arms, Nodding frequently due to sleepiness, Brother Zhao touched his head. Seeing that Fang Zichen was so close again, he felt inexplicably calmer.

"Then go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Fang Zichen didn't lie down immediately, looking at him, hesitant to speak.

Brother Zhao seemed to know what he wanted to ask: "It's okay, I just had a nightmare. Go to sleep!"

Fang Zichen frowned, then nodded after a while and lay down.

Brother Zhao couldn't sleep with his eyes open. He could hear Fang Zichen's gentle breathing in his ears. He seemed to have fallen asleep. The bed board was not strong and squeaked at the slightest movement, so he did not dare to move.

"Can't you sleep?" Fang Zichen's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"I..."

Fang Zichen remembered the panic and fear in Brother Zhao's eyes when he just woke up from his dream. He stood up and picked up the good boy: "You move out, and I will put him in."

Zhao The brother's question only lasted for a moment, and he gave instructions one by one, moving to the middle position without daring to move. Fang Zichen moved the good boy inside and lay back down.

He took Brother Zhao's hand, pulled him halfway into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Brother Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, without a moment's hesitation, as if he was special to him. Trusting and relying on him, he leaned forward gently, not daring to stick too closely. He kept his hands on Fang Zichen's waist and buried his face in his arms.

Fang Zichen patted him on the back, and they were very close, and his voice seemed to be close to his ears: "Did you dream of a ghost?" He said as if he had been there before: "Isn't it scary, but I'm here , you don't have to be afraid."

"...Why?"

Brother Zhao pressed against his chest, his warm breath sprayed on the chest covered by the thin material, and an electric current flashed through Fang Zichen's body, like the most powerful person in his body. The most sensitive place that was out of reach was rubbed again and again, tightening the nerves instantly.

He had a rare stutter in his tone: "He, he is here, I, I will beat him, beat him to death."

Brother Zhao laughed, not too obvious.

There was a strong heartbeat in his chest, and he slowly closed his eyes.