In the middle of summer that year, I knew that it was noisy.

Luo Yinghe doesn't like to study, every time she takes out her books and homework, she dozes off, and sure enough, within ten minutes, she falls asleep.

When she woke up, it was sunset, and when she packed up her books, she found that there was someone else's handwriting under the question she couldn't solve.

She suddenly became angry, walked to the flower stand, and pushed the little bald head: "Who told you to do my homework?"

There were just the two of them in the flower shed, except for Luo San, it couldn't be anyone else.

Bang.

The watering can in Luo San's hand fell to the ground, the lid rolled off, and the water splashed on Luo Yinghe's skirt.

At this time, Luo Yinghe was completely irritable, grabbed the ill-fitting clothes on Luo San's body, and dragged them to the table: "You are mentally retarded, can you understand!"

Luo San is two years younger than Luo Yinghe, because of long-term malnutrition, thin and short, Luo Yinghe is a lot taller than her, and easily pressed her on the table.

"You wrote this?"

Luo Yinghe pointed to the math problem and lost her temper: "Who taught you?" The sixteen-year-old girl, with her teeth and claws, did not restrain her arrogance at all, "Come on, who taught you to write?"

Luo San, who was pressed on the table, did not struggle, had no expression, and his eyes were numb and empty.

Luo Yinghe saw her wooden expression, took the book, picked a hard place and smashed it on her, scolding while smashing: "I'll talk to you!"

"Now I'm not only dumb, but I'm also deaf!"

"I'll let you touch my things!

Before her anger subsided, she put down the book and pushed the person to the ground.

At that time, Luo San was not yet fourteen years old, skinny, and was pushed far away, her shoulder hit the flower stand, her hand was numb, and a piece of candy fell out of her hand.

The pink candy wrapper is beautiful and dazzling?

Luo Yinghe recognized it at a glance: "You also stole my sugar." Luo Ying walked over angrily and grabbed her hand, "It's okay if people are stupid, their hands and feet are not clean." ”

Her hands clenched tightly.

I still have it in my hand.

Luo Yinghe broke her fingers: "Let go!" At this time, she was so energetic, she couldn't break her hand, Luo Yinghe kicked her upper foot, "You let go of me!"

She doesn't let go, she doesn't let go of life or death, she doesn't know the pain, and she doesn't frown when she is beaten.

The more she is so aggressive, the more annoying Luo Yinghe becomes: "Hmph, I won't give it to you even if I give it to the dog!"

couldn't snatch her, so Luo Yinghe walked to the flower stand behind, directly folded a few roses, wrapped them in paper, and raised his hand to pull them on the person's back.

Before the flower stem fell, Luo Yinghe's hand was grabbed.

She looked up angrily and was stunned for a moment: "Jiang, Jiang weaving." ”

At that time, Eori was sixteen years old and a tall and handsome young man. Luo Yinghe blushed once when he saw him.

On weekdays, Jiang Zhi never looked at her properly, but this time, his eyes that were always lazy and lazy were staring at her, and the young man was unruly and arrogant, and the anger in his eyes was not concealed at all.

He snatched the flowers and threw them in her face with his backhand.

Luo Yinghe screamed, covered her face, and the thorns cut through the flesh, causing her to gasp in pain.

"If I see you hit him again, I'll beat you half to death. The young man was indifferent and threw the flower on the ground, "I, Jiang Ori, do what I say, you can try." ”

What kind of temper is the little son of the Jiang family, Luo Ying and often hear her mother talk about it, and what she thinks the most is to let her stay away and don't annoy this ancestor.

The Luo family is a rich family, but it is not as good as the Jiang family, which is the family at the top of the pyramid of the imperial capital, and Jiang Zhi is the most favored little son of the Jiang family.

Everyone wants to be friends with Jiang Weaving, but he just cares about the dumb man of the Luo family.

Luo Yinghe lowered his head, did not return his mouth, and clenched his hand hanging by his side.

"You come out with me. ”

Oh.

Luo San obediently followed the young man.

Out of the flower shed, he turned his head and scolded her: "Are you a fool?"

She nodded stunned.

Yes, they all say she's a little fool.

She also nodded, he was going to be angry, hating iron and steel: "Who said you were a fool!" After asking, he snorted himself, as if he couldn't let it out when he was angry, he counted her down sullenly, "Yes, you are a fool, you don't know how to fight back when you are beaten, you are a boy, and you can't beat her a girl?"

She wanted to tell him that she had fought it back before, and that she had been beaten harder.

She didn't speak, but looked at him with bright eyes.

The boy was still losing his temper and frowning with a good-looking brow: "If you look like a fool, you will stand and be beaten." The more Xun said in a fierce tone, "Can't you run away?"

She reached over and spread it out, with a candy in her palm.

It wasn't stolen by her, it was picked up on the ground, it wasn't dirty, she wiped it clean and wanted to give it to him.

She thought he would be happy, but he seemed to be even angrier, glaring at her with pretty eyes: "What a fool you are!"

After scolding her, he left.

She stood dumbfounded, not knowing what he was angry about.

Then, after a while, he ran and came back, and because he was not in good health, he couldn't stop gasping after a few steps, and he took the candy in her hand.

When the sun sets, the afterglow is a clear red color.

The beautiful young man was sweating on his forehead, and his face and eyes were red.

He said, "Luo San, you can go to Jiang's house with me." ”

He said, "Come to my house, and I will support you with my pocket money." ”

At that time, he was still a child, and he had not yet grown up, but he promised her: "I can buy you a room of such candy." ”

Luo San smiled, stupidly straightened, red eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Good.

She wants to go to the Jiang family, not because the Jiang family has sugar, but because the Jiang family has Jiang weaving.

That night, Jiang Zhi said to his old lady: "I want to take Luo San to Jiang's house." ”

Old Madam Jiang was enjoying the cool in the courtyard, shaking a pu fan in her hand: "How many days will you stay?"

The boy stood under the tree, and the fireflies circled him, and he said, "Keep it all the time." ”

In the end, there is nothing more to do, so freewheeling.

Old Madam Jiang vetoed categorically: "No." ”

His beautiful eyes immediately sank, and his face fell: "Why not?"

"Our Jiang family doesn't need an adopted son. ”

He was annoyed: "Who said to be an adopted son?"

Old Madam Jiang laughed: "Then what are you doing with him?"

He really thought about it, but he didn't think of any good excuses, so he simply said, "Isn't it okay to keep it?" Luo San was born so thin, he definitely couldn't eat much, and he wasn't picky eaters, how easy it was to raise.

Old Madam Jiang sat up in a rocking chair and said seriously: "Brother Zhi'er, you are already sixteen years old, and you raise a boy at home, others will gossip." ”

He can't control others: "I use my money to support Luo San, what's in the way of them? I see who dares to chew the root of the tongue." ”

Hearing him so tough, the old lady's face also pulled down, and her tone became heavy: "Don't you dare in front of you, what will you say behind your back?"

He spoke in a tough tone and did not back down: "Let them say, I will raise mine." ”

Old Madam Jiang was furious: "Brother Zhi'er!"

"Grandma," the young man softened his tone, he was used to being pampered on weekdays, and he had never whispered like this, "When I beg you, can you let Luo San come to the Jiang family?"

It was the first time he had begged someone.

The old lady was also embarrassed: "Even if I agree, the Luo family will not agree." ”

His handsome face sank, although he was young, his eyes showed a ruthlessness and decisiveness that did not belong to that age: "If you don't agree, I'll rob it." ”

What to say!

Is this what a sixteen-year-old do?!

How could Old Madam Jiang be so messy: "It's easy to say, his household registration is in the Luo family, and the Luo family doesn't nod, how can you rob it?"

The young man's face did not change: "Hard robbery." ”

"Nonsense!"

The moonlight leaked mottled through the silver pine trees, and the young man standing straight suddenly knelt down.

He grew up to sixteen years old, never knelt down, his ancestors didn't kneel, this time he folded his knees for an outsider: "You don't let me mess around, I'm also messing around, if you don't help me snatch Luo San, I can't afford to kneel." ”

He did it on purpose.

The old lady felt most sorry for his body on weekdays, so she deliberately used a bitter trick.

If this trick doesn't work, then it's troublesome, he has to use disgraceful intrigues, he can still solve it peacefully, and in that way, he can make fewer enemies for that child.

He is the grandson raised by Mrs. Jiang, she still doesn't know his thoughts, and she doesn't care: "Then you kneel." ”

This kneeling lasted for two hours.

In the second half of the night, Mrs. Jiang hadn't gone to sleep yet, and was about to go to the yard to see the kid, so Jiang Chuan hurriedly came over to pass the word: "Old lady, little boy, he ......" Jiang Chuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, "Little boy, he vomited blood." ”

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she became anxious: "What's the matter? Doctor Qin? Is Doctor Qin here?"

At that time, it was the worst time for Jiang Zhi's health, and he had to take medicine every day, and even, the attending doctor said, prepare for the future, let alone twenty-five, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive adulthood.

The doctor's diagnosis is still those eight words: congenital deficiency, heart and lung deficiency.

I was in a coma for a whole day.

When he woke up, it was dark, and Mrs. Jiang came to the bedside to guard him: "Brother Zhi'er." The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up." ”

The young man on the bed was lying sickly, weak, he was still having a high fever, his cheeks were red, and he struggled to get up: "I'm going to pick up Luo San." ”

Old Madam Jiang comforted: "You take care of your illness first." ”

He refused, and got up: "Pick up Luo San first." ”

The old lady had no choice but to deal with him, so she relented, so she could only respond: "Okay, okay, I'll go to Luo's house to talk." ”

The weak boy then stretched his eyebrows and smiled.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't cry or laugh, got up, and planned to go to Luo's house.

At the door, Jiang Chuan ran in: "Madam, little master," Jiang Chuan hesitated, looked at the person on the bed, and stood for a while before saying, "Bad news came from the Luo family, the flower shed was on fire, and two lives were lost." ”

The boy immediately asked, "Who is gone?"

Jiang Chuan was silent.

He yelled, "Who is gone!"

"Locke's adopted son—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the bed coughed and vomited out a mouthful of blood, all of which spit on the quilt, staining a large patch of red.

"Brother Zhi'er!" Old Madam Jiang saw the blood and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and call Doctor Qin over!"

Jiang Chuan immediately ran to call a doctor.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

He was still coughing, covering his mouth, a few drops of blood oozing out of his fingers, and his other hand propped up the bed, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were beating faintly.

The old lady held him down: "Don't move, lie down first, and the doctor will come over immediately." ”

He wiped the blood off with the back of his hand, his lips were red with blood, his eyes were also red, the hand holding the bed was trembling, the expression on his face was terrifyingly calm, and he paused word by word: "Let me go to Locke's house." ”

"It's too late for you to go now. ”

He didn't care, staggered out of bed, and his emaciated body crumbled.

"Brother Weaver!"

The young man turned around, his eyes melted, and he said, "I'm not going, no one will collect Luo San's body." ”

in the attic.

Zhou Xufang raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhi helplessly: "Jiang Zhi, don't cry." She couldn't see him crying, she couldn't see tears in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, she reached out and gently wiped his eyes, she was so anxious, she didn't know how to coax, so she said, "You don't look good when you cry." ”

In fact, it is good-looking, the beauty is crying, how can it not be good-looking, but she is reluctant.

Eori's eyes are so beautiful that they shouldn't be used to hold tears.

But he looked at her, didn't say anything, the corners of his eyes reddened, and in the blink of an eye, tears fell on his eyelashes.

Zhou Xufang looked distressed, so he said, "If you don't look good, I don't like you." She had a serious expression and scared him seriously, "I like you only if you look good." ”

His fluttering eyelashes froze: "You just like my face?"

Zhou Xufang: "Yes." ”

Jiang Ori, who suddenly couldn't stop crying: "......"

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It was Luo San who didn't reveal the treasure before, so he used the male word next to him, and now the identity is revealed, and she is next to the female word later.