Fu Zekai pinched her pink cheeks with his water-stained hand. "That's because your face is red! When have you been tired and not blushed?"

"If I'm tired, do you cook for me?" Jiang Nanchu wiped the water on his face, grabbed his hand, bit his fingers and let go.

"Sleep!" Fu Zekai pushed her into the room and kissed her forehead. "I'll call you to dinner later!"

"Well, then I'll sleep first!" Jiang Nanchu climbed into bed, lifted the quilt and got into the quilt.

Fu Zekai looked at her with deep eyes for a while before walking back to the balcony.

An hour later.

"Nan Chu, it's time to eat!" Fu Zekai patted her cheek.

"I still want to sleep!" Jiang Nanchu muttered, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and had the momentum to fall asleep again.

"Hurry up, it's cold to lie in bed no matter how much you go!" Fu Zekai uncovered the quilt and shook her in his arms. "Do you hear me, wake up!"

Jiang Nanchu finally opened his eyes, wrapped his hands around him, and continued to play tricks. "Let me sleep for another five minutes!"

After getting married, Fu Zekai has always been glad that Jiang Nanchu's family has money, and she doesn't have to work, otherwise, she will be angry and tired every day when she gets up to work!

Five minutes later.

"Nan Chu, it's been five minutes!" Fu Zekai began to shake the person who was leaning against him asleep again.

"How can it be so fast, I have just fallen asleep for less than a minute! Sleep for another four minutes!" After saying that, his head sank, and he was about to fall asleep again.

If you will be on her again, he will not be called Fu Zekai!

Angrily threw her back on the bed and walked to the bathroom, picked up a towel and rinsed it with cold water, wrung it out, and then returned to the room to wipe the face of the person who was lying on the bed......

Finally sober!

Fu Zekai looked at Jiang Nanchu who was eating with his head bowed amusedly. "It's almost the end of the meal, how long are you going to be angry?"

Jiang Nanchu chewed the eggplant. Ignore it, ignore this scoundrel absolutely nothing!

"Really don't talk to me anymore?"

Pick up the shredded potatoes. Don't say it, resolutely don't talk to him.

"Okay, then don't talk to me in the future!" Fu Zekai's patience ended here.

"If you don't say it, you won't say it!" Jiang Nanchu turned his head away and swallowed the minced cabbage vigorously.

"You're still reasonable! Every time you get up, you're going to lose your temper!" Fu Zekai put down his chopsticks, pinched them with two fingers, turned them slightly, and his little face faced him again.

"When did you wake me up, didn't you pinch and pinch me and hurt me, this time you actually used such an ice towel, and you didn't get angry!" Jiang Nanchu stared at him without blinking, not afraid, just not afraid, he was unreasonable!"

"Is it still my fault? I worked hard to cook and get you up, coaxing and persuading you to ignore it, is it important for you to sleep or am it important for me to sleep?" Fu Zekai realized that he had lost his mouth after speaking, and his eyes met Jiang Nanchu's eyes glaring at him, and as soon as the anger came up, he threw the chopsticks on the table with a "snap". "If you want to sleep, go to sleep again, don't eat, anyway, sleep is the most important thing for you!"

He ignored Nan Chu, who was hanging his head, and was about to walk out after putting on his coat, but he heard her thin voice. "You're important!"

Jiang Nanchu grabbed his sleeve. "Nothing has always been more important than you!" she looked up at him. "I know it's wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

Fu Zekai stiffened, he quietly listened to the irregular heartbeat in his chest, and his eyes were as deep as the sea......

"Nan Chu ......" his voice froze in his throat, and he turned his head to look down at her......

It's always like this, it seems that it is she who admits her mistake, but in fact, it is he who really throws away his armor and surrenders!

Coming out of the dormitory, Jiang Nanchu actually had to go shopping, Fu Zekai was already a little impatient, and couldn't help but wonder if he was too used to her, he really shouldn't have given her some color at the beginning, but now it's good, the dyeing room is getting bigger and bigger, she never disobeyed him before, but today she actually tested his patience three or four times......

"Fu Zekai, don't you want to go shopping with me?" Jiang Nanchu hung on him, and there was still a faint flush on his face.

"No, it's just that where the hell do you want to go......?

"It's here!" Jiang Nanchu interrupted him and stopped in front of a bakery. "This is it!"

Fu Zekai was stunned, and then ......

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Buy me bread!" she replied.

"Xiaojin!" Jiang Nanchu stood on tiptoe and pressed his forehead with his thumb. "Have you forgotten Nan Chu?"

The sun sank, the wind rolled up dust and the wind blew all over the sky, and all the speculations were confirmed at this moment, and Fu Zekai stayed for a long time like thunder......

Thirteen years ago, City A, a relatively barren coastal city, was a city that was developing at a rapid pace every day.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy carrying a large woven bag on his back, looking for abandoned construction materials around the construction site, the cheap blue sweatshirt on his body was stained with a thick layer of mud, and his immature face had a maturity that was extremely inconsistent with his age, he picked up the last iron pipe and put it into the woven bag, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his dirty hands, and his black eyes were shining.

Send these to the recycling bin and you can go home, he thought, closing the handle of the woven bag with both hands and squeezing it tightly, crouching down and struggling to carry it with his backhand, and then walked with difficulty towards the road.

Passing through the meadow, there was a cry in front of him, and a small head was shaking in the barren grass over his knees, and when he got closer, he saw that it was a little girl, about eight or nine years old, with a princess hair, and a tear-stained white face on her white face, wearing a pink velvet skirt, and a lovely white fur on the collar and cuffs.

The boy thought to himself, and was about to ignore the passing by, when he caught a glimpse of the little girl's red and swollen middle finger out of the corner of his eye, his face changed, he put down the woven bag, pulled out a plastic thread from the bag, grabbed the girl's middle finger, wrapped it tightly under the red and swollen place, and then squeezed her finger hard, blood flowed out of the wound, and the girl's cry resounded in the sky......

"Don't cry!" said the boy impatiently.

The girl really stopped crying when she heard it, and carefully sobbed and made a single tone. "It hurts!"

"Can you not be stung by a scorpion, and you deserve to be in such a place!" said the boy with increasing impatience.

"What is a sting?" the girl watched intently as she watched the boy's skillful movements with a few tears on her face.

"It's not a shoe, it's a scorpion! a sting is a bite!" the boy saw that he was almost there, and stopped squeezing his hand. "Alright, you go home early and ask your parents to put some alkaline water and/or soap on you.

"What is alkali and what is flying soap?" the girl's eyes flickered, and her curiosity was really strong.

Unfortunately, a boy is not a good teacher. "Anyway, you hurry home!"

"My house is far from here!" the girl said in stiff Chinese, shaking her head. "Can't go back!"

"You're alone, what about your parents?"

The girl nodded first, then shook her head, her red and swollen hands pointing to the construction site in front of her.

The boy didn't understand, it was getting dark, and he decided to ignore her, pick up the woven bag and leave.

"Pain!ah!~~" The girl screamed!

Ignore it, her parents should be nearby and will find her soon, the boy convinces himself and keeps going.

"Pain!Pain!Wow!~~~~"

"Go find your parents!" the boy gritted his teeth and paused, but did not look back.

"Pain!Pain!Wow!Wow!~~~"

The boy heard the cry getting closer, and the girl ran as fast as she could after him.

Walking on the road, the little girl followed him and wanted to help, so she raised her little hand to help him hold the bottom of the woven bag from time to time, but every time she held it, she would inevitably touch the wound, and then, there was another scream!

The boy never looked back and ignored her, but every time she screamed, he frowned.

On the highway, one large and one small, one in front of the other, separated by a heavy woven bag......

About twenty minutes later, the boy walked to the recycling station, poured out all the contents of the woven bag, bargained with the boss, took a handful of change, and walked in the direction of home while counting, the girl trotted all the way to follow him, panting, and kept screaming in pain.

"Where are your parents, I'll send you to them!" the boy turned around and glared at the little tail behind him.

The little girl shook her head, her mouth pursed, and her eyes filled with tears. "I don't know!"

"And where did you stay yesterday?" the boy asked again.

The little girl still shook her head. "I don't know!"

No matter what the boy asked, she just shook her head and replied, "I don't know!"

Eventually, the boy took her home.

He didn't want to, but he had been abandoned on the street, so he took her home.

It was dark, in a room of about ten square meters, the girl sat on the bed, her calves swaying, and the boy took a bath, changed into a set of cotton white autumn clothes, and sat in a row with her.

"My name is Nan Chu, what is your name?" the little girl asked him.

"Fu Zekai!" replied the boy.

"I'm hungry!"

"It's Fu Zekai!" the boy corrected, he couldn't understand whether she was a demented child or not. "Wait a minute!"

After Fu Zekai finished speaking, he took out two bowls of porridge and a plate of chopped pickles from the kitchen and put them on the simple small table. "Come and eat!"

Nan Chu was hungry and tired, and drank the porridge in a few sips, the corners of his mouth were still stained with white juice, and he held the empty bowl in his small hand and handed it to Fu Zekai. "And also!"

Another bowl bottoming out. "I'm full!" Nan Chu touched his soapy fingers. "But it still hurts!"

Fu Zekai took her hand, pursed his mouth and blew on the wound. "Does it still hurt?"

There was a hint of coldness in the wound, and he didn't feel the pain, Nan Chu looked at him magically and shook his head gently.

Fu Zekai returned to the room after washing the dishes in the kitchen, there were still cartoons on the TV, Nan Chu was already lying on the bed and falling asleep, the mud and sand of his clothes were stained on the sheets, he frowned and walked over, gently took off her coat, and covered her with a quilt before lying on the desk to do the winter vacation homework assigned by the teacher.

In the early morning of the next day, Nan Chu's fingers had been swollen, and Fu Zekai slowly helped her remove the thread. "Xiaojin, it doesn't hurt!"

"How many times have you said it, it's Fu Zekai!" threw the line into the garbage can, and Fu Zekai took the trouble to correct it.

"Well, Xiaojin!" Nan Chu nodded matter-of-factly. "Xiaonishiki, Xiaonishiki, Xiaonishiki, Xiao....... Nishiki !!"

Fu Zekai gave up. "Do you remember where you live?"

Nan Chu shook his head. "I don't know!"

Fu Zekai knew that he couldn't find any result if he asked again, so he still took her out for a walk to see if she could remember something! He got up and took out a set of sweatshirts from the closet and handed them to Nan Chu. "I've washed your coat, let's wear mine first!"

Nan Chu obediently put it on, the sweatshirt was loosely caged on her, the sleeves grew out in half, and the corners of the pants dragged to the ground, which was funny and cute, Fu Zekai couldn't help laughing.

"Xiaojin, don't laugh at me!" Nan Chu pouted angrily, dragged the corners of his trousers, and beat him with his long sleeves.

Fu Zekai smiled and helped her fold her sleeves and trouser corners in. "You watch TV first, I'll make breakfast, and we'll go out after breakfast!"

"What are you doing out there?"

"I'll send you home!" Fu Zekai said and turned around and walked to the balcony, so he didn't see Nan Chu's little face that collapsed in an instant.

Although the winter in City A is not cold, if there is an occasional cold wind blowing across the face, it is also biting, Fu Zekai first took Nan Chu to yesterday's construction site, pointed to the nearby building and asked her: "Do you remember which building?"

Nan Chu opened his confused eyes and shook his head. "Not here!"

"Do you remember how you got here yesterday?" Fu Zekai asked her again.

Nan Chu pointed in the opposite direction to the construction site. "Over there!"

The noon sun shone lazily, Fu Zekai took Nan Chu's hand and walked through the road, pointed to one building after another and asked her, the answer she got was always shaking her head, when passing the bakery, Fu Zekai bought two breads, and the two children sat on the stairs in front of the building, nibbling on lunch.

"Nan Chu, where is your home?" Fu Zekai took a bite of bread and asked her as he chewed.

“New Yo

k!" Nan Chu's cheeks were bulging with bread, and then he added. "Hmm...... It's New York in Chinese!"

Fu Zekai was almost choked with bread, his eyes widened, and he asked, "Is it New York in the United States?"

"Hmm!" Nan Chu nodded.

God! Fu Zekai was speechless, how did he send her home? "How did you come to China?"

"Mom and Dad brought me here!"

Fortunately, Fu Zekai's heart was lit with hope again. "Where do your parents live?"

"I don't know, it's the first time I've come!" Compared with Fu Zekai's ups and downs of impatience, Nan Chu was just thinking about one thing. "Let's go back!"

"Find your parents and go back!" Fu Zekai fed the last piece of bread into his mouth and took her hand. "Don't you want to find your parents quickly?"

"No, they'll find me anyway!" Nan Chu replied without thinking about it.

The sun is thin, the twilight is getting thicker, and the lights in the city center have been on.

Nan Chu never "remembered" where she lived, Fu Zekai took pity on her thin and delicate, and took a break for a while, but there was no gain at the end of the day.

After work, all kinds of pedestrians poured into the street, and the fragrance of all kinds of food wafted from the food street.

Her stomach began to rumble, and she looked at Fu Zekai pitifully. "Xiaojin, I'm hungry!"

It's really troublesome! Fu Zekai was impatient, but he still took her into the food street.

"I'm going to eat that!" Nan Chu said, pointing to the charcoal-grilled meat stall.

The meat bubbled out on the charcoal fire, and the boss skillfully brushed the meat skewers with soy sauce and sprinkled with salt, chili pepper and pepper, and Nan first smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva. "Xiaojin, how long will it take?"

"Don't make noise!" Fu Zekai was upset and threw back a sentence stiffly. Seeing that Nan Chu obediently didn't speak, staring at the meat skewers with round eyes, his heart softened again. "Just wait a little longer!"

The boss handed the grilled meat skewers to Fu Zekai, and after paying, he led Nan Chu out of the food street.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Nan Chu put the meat skewer across his mouth, took a bite, and dragged a yellow grease stain from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't eat!" "I didn't earn a penny today, can I still eat such an expensive thing?" Fu Zekai was secretly distressed, and when his eyes swept over Nan Chu's happy eating, he was a little relieved.

"No, you have to eat it too!" Nan Chu stood still and brought the bitten meat skewer to his mouth. "Let's eat together!"

"I said I wouldn't eat it!" Fu Zekai twisted his head away without appreciation.

Seeing him twist his head away, Nan Chu angrily threw the half-eaten meat skewer in his hand to the ground. "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either!"

"You ......" Fu Zekai was suddenly so angry that he couldn't speak, sparks burst out of his eyes, he was reluctant to eat his hard-earned money, and it was such a waste to buy it for her, he pointed to the meat skewers on the ground and said, "Pick it up!"

"No!" Nan Chu also became stubborn, puffing out his cheeks angrily.

"Pick up!," Fu Zekai yelled at her word by word.

"No!" Nan Chu twisted.

"Okay! if you don't pick it up, I won't care about you!" Fu Zekai said angrily, then angrily shook off her hand, threw her down and walked straight away......