- Fang Wu and Gao Qian's figures each retreated from the powder mist and took three steps back in the opposite direction of each other.

Fang Wu let go of the sleeves of the broad road robe that was covering his eyes, his face was gloomy, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although he had long known how sharp the dagger Gao Qian had hidden in his sleeve was, so he had carefully prepared a dagger that he was expected to be able to compete with, but it was not until today that the sword and dagger were offset that he truly appreciated the power of that dagger.

I'm afraid that even if I have an iron plate hanging on my chest just now, I can be driven out of a hole by that dagger.

Fortunately, there was that white powder mist to cover it, so after Gao Qian cut off Fang Wu's Hidden Blade with a dagger, he didn't have time to mend the blade. But Gao Qian just slapped it out with a random palm, and it was heavily imprinted on Fang Wu's chest, which still seriously injured him.

Fang Wu also began to cough up blood, coughing violently, his body shook, and he couldn't support it and sat on the ground.

On the opposite side of him, the situation for high divers is also not optimistic.

He also has a place of contempt.

It was the white powder mist that made him fall into it.

The dagger in Gao Qian's hand was not shocked by Fang Wu's broken sword - in fact, with Fang Wu's martial arts, it was indeed not Gao Qian's opponent - Gao Qian took the initiative to let go of the hand holding the dagger, and reflexively covered his eyes.

Two lines of blood and tears slipped between his fingers.

The white powder that Fang Wu spilled with a second wave of his sleeves was a highly corrosive poison mixed with quicklime. If this ash powder falls on the skin, it will immediately burn, but as long as it is washed off with water within half an hour, it can avoid medicinal damage.

But if it falls into the most fragile eye of the human body, the moist environment in the eye socket will accelerate the corrosive force of the service, and the layer of protective film with the weak pupil will be destroyed instantly, and the blinding effect will be difficult to save even if the medical immortal is in the world.

The high potential hissed in pain.

Fortunately, when he was training in the Prime Minister's Mansion before, his tolerance for pain had been honed extraordinarily. Otherwise, the severe pain of the corrosive eyes can make an ordinary person scream in pain throughout the inn, and it is impossible not to attract attention.

But in this room on the second floor, the sound of fighting and the sound of wine jars smashing on the ground were reversed. The dull sound of a dagger thrust through the wall still caught the attention of the guys in the next room and the inn downstairs. It didn't take long for the sound of brisk footsteps approaching upstairs.

Gao Qian's screams of pain, as well as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps downstairs, Fang Wu, who was struggling to the ground, also heard it, he quickly realized a problem, and the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed!

……

"Knock knock..."The footsteps coming up from downstairs had already reached the door, and there was a knock on the door three times.

"Guest officer, the little one is the guy in the inn..."The respectful voice of the guy running the inn came in, "Excuse me. If the guest officer still needs to order any dishes to help with wine, the small shop can arrange to deliver them."

Although the shopkeeper was wiping the table downstairs just now, he heard a little scary when he heard the commotion upstairs, but earlier, he also saw the three extremely generous guests upstairs who asked for twenty catties of bamboo leaves, so at this moment he still half-believed that the guests who had just arrived on the second floor were drunk and making trouble.

Usually in the inn, this shop Xiao Er has not seen a guest with bad wine getting drunk and making trouble, but if it is a wealthy guest who can afford to compensate afterwards, as long as the matter is not strict, most of the inn side will choose to ignore the past.

At this time, the shopkeeper came upstairs, originally with the mentality of taking a look. Thinking that the temperament of these guests on the second floor is either rich or expensive, the little second brother still maintains a respectful attitude. And he didn't take the initiative to push the door before getting a response from the guest.

However, Fang Wu in the guest room was already sweating profusely.

He sat on the back of the high diver, dragging a cloth belt in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out!

The other end of the cloth belt was wrapped around Gao Qian's neck, and the green tendons on Gao Qian's entire forehead protruded, and slowly squirmed at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, lining the face covered with blood and tears, which looked wet and greasy at a glance.

The eyes are closest to the brain. The sharp pain in the eyes temporarily unloaded half of the martial arts of the high dive. Rao was so, in the process of fighting him for that cloth belt. Fang Wu tried his best but still felt struggling, for fear that a moment of relaxation would make him turn over and escape.

Just now, I took advantage of the moment when Gao Qian's mind was paralyzed by severe pain. Fang Wu untied the corset strap and tied a slipknot to tie the neck of the high dive. At this time, for Fang Wu, there was only one such opportunity!

Although Gao Qian was blinded by the service and his strength was greatly reduced, Fang Wu had also suffered relatively severe internal injuries at this time.

In the battle that spread out just now, although Fang Wu raised his sleeves in time to cover his eyes and avoid injury, he couldn't stop Gao Qian's slap on his chest. That palm made Fang Wu cough up blood again and again, so that although Gao Qian was blind, if it was time for a direct confrontation, Fang Wu would still not be an opponent.

At this critical juncture, the inquiry voice of the second child in the shop outside the door came in, which also had two completely different meanings for the two people on the line of life and death on the main street inside the house.

Gao Qian's whole person was lying on the ground by Fang Wuwei, but he got a force from nowhere at this time, and struggled violently. Of course, he wanted to make more noise, to attract people outside to push the door and see something strange inside the house.

Fang Wuze tightened the cloth belt in his hand even harder, not only did he not want to strangle Gao Qian from opening his voice and let out a trace of roar, but he also tried his best to strangle him directly. If he doesn't die, both himself and Cen Chi will die.

Hearing the sound of inquiry outside the door, Fang Wuwu at this time had no intention of making up any words, there was only a killing intent in his mind to support his already exhausted body, and when he started to speak, this sharp momentum was also a little revealed.

"Don't disturb Lao Tzu's wine, get out.[,!] ]！ "

There was a sudden roar in the guest room, and the shopkeeper outside the door was terrified.

The shopkeeper doesn't care much about the yelling and scolding of the guests, this is something that is often encountered when serving guests, if you like to care about this in your character, then what else do you do to store guys? The little second brother just heard something else from the roar.

Where is this drinking? It's a momentum that seems to be pouring people to death!

The shopkeeper licked his lips that were a little dry and peeling, calmed his mind down, and patiently asked again: "Do you really need anything?" There seems to be someone drunk in the small guest room, and the small shop can also provide hangover soup ......"

Fang Wu's roar, in addition to scaring the people outside the door, also woke up Cen Chi, who was unconscious on the bed by Gao Qian's kick just now.

Wake up suddenly. The pain all over his body caused Cen Chi to quickly remember everything that had happened in his room before he fell unconscious. He sat up in shock, heard the words spoken behind the shopkeeper outside the door, and also saw two people on the street a few steps away. The tables and chairs in the room were crooked, and the wine jar was broken, and the wine was smeared everywhere with blood foam. The house was in shambles.

Such a scene, of course, can't be seen by the shopkeeper outside the door.

There is only one way to stop the shopkeeper from coming in, Cen Chi can only think of one now, and he has no extra body to make a choice, so he can only try his best to give it a try.

"Come on...... Let's continue to drink......" Cen Chi moved out of bed, staggered towards Fang Wu, and halfway through, picked up a jar of wine on the table in the room. When he walked up to Fang Wu. He raised his hand and smashed the wine jar into Gao Qian, who was pressed on the ground by Fang Wu, "Drink a jar, smash an altar, and you're happy!" "

As soon as the word "fast" fell, a mouthful of blood choked out of his throat.

If it weren't for the excessive smell of alcohol in the house, the smoke was tightly covered, and the blood of the three people in the house was mixed together, I am afraid that the smell of blood would not have escaped the nose of the shopkeeper outside the door.

At this time, Cen Chi smashed open a jar of new wine, and the aroma of wine in the room suddenly became rich again, and at the same time, he also testified to the outside world with a certain message.

-- There were indeed a few people drinking in the house!

The shopkeeper outside the door sighed. I didn't say anything more, and went downstairs slowly. When the inn closed in the evening, he came home and had a new story to tell his old mother. Here are a few guests here this afternoon. When I came, I was still gentle, why did I be as savage as a beast after drinking?

It seems that wine is really not a good thing. Wine makes people easily impulsive, and impulsiveness is the devil, which can make people tear up their beautiful side and make people laugh. Mother's usual lesson is really not wrong at all.

When he heard the footsteps of Xiao Er in the shop outside, Fang Wu also felt that the person he desperately wanted to strangle seemed to be almost dead at this time.

The body that the high submarine has been struggling with gradually withered. Maybe it's because the throat has been strangled for too long. The brain finally begins to appear in a state of hypoxia; It is also possible that Cen Chi smashed down the wine jar, which directly knocked people out.

In a word. High potential is gone.

Fang Wu didn't dare to let go lightly, although killing people was not his specialty. But he still knows how long it will take to strangle someone.

At this time, he was just a little worried about Cen Chi, who was struggling on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "It's too dangerous for you to do this!"

The word "dangerous" in his words did not refer to Cen Chi's use of the wine jar to smash Gao Qian's head just now, but to the whole plan to kill Gao Qian this time. It was too sudden, too hasty, so that he and Cen Chi both folded half their lives for this matter...... Maybe Cen Chi's loss is more than half a life.

Cen Chi didn't answer, gasped for a while, he staggered to his feet with one hand, staggered against the wall, and walked under the dagger stuck in the wall.

It was a dagger carried by Gao Qian, and the gold-cut iron was extremely sharp, and it was a good blade for defense.

But it's dead after all, and how you use it depends on whose hands you hold it.

Cen Chi raised his hand to pull the dagger from the wall, staggered back, and with all the strength he poured down, he clenched the dagger and plunged it into the back vest of the high submer.

Maybe it was because Gao Qian's neck had been strangled for a long time, and he was already on the verge of death, and the blood line slowed down, so Cen Chi's stab, although it pierced Gao Qian's heart vein from the angle of the back, the blood spurting out from the edge of the dagger did not appear intense, and it did not spill far.

It's not as much blood as the knife that slaughtered the pig.

But Fang Wu, who was pressing on Gao Qian's back with his whole body weight, saw this scene, but he couldn't help but take three steps back in a row, his eyes slightly open, and he was speechless in surprise.

Cen Chi didn't seem to see the somewhat complicated expression on Fang Wu's face at this time, he just grabbed the dagger and inserted it, and then turned his wrist and stirred it for half a circle.

As the dagger shattered the heart, Gao Qian's body twitched a few times, and gradually returned to calm again, only the hand that was flat on the ground, a few fingers were still trembling slightly, like a long snake that had been stabbed seven inches, although the vitality was broken, the body could still squirm slightly.

Cen Chi then pulled out the dagger so that the blood could overflow faster.

The dagger is sharp, so it doesn't take too much effort to pull it up, whether it's inserted or pulled, whether it's a person or a wall.

But Cen Chi raised his arm and pulled it out, but it seemed to use up the last strength of his body.

As the dagger was thrown two steps away by him, his figure fell on his back.

The vitality of the high potential is broken. But it seems that Cen Chi has also lost most of his life, and he is just dying.

"Cen ......" Fang Wu came back to his senses at this time. Got up from the ground and threw himself over. Although he had just received a slap in the chest from Gao Qian, he also coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. The internal injuries were not light, but compared to Cen Chi's fatal condition at this time, his injuries were nothing.

Lift up. [,！ Cen Chi, who was on the ground, leaned on his shoulder, Fang Wu reached out and took it into his arms, trembling and feeling out a small paper bag, opening his mouth and gritting his teeth to tear it open, pouring the red particles inside into Cen Chi's mouth.

Cen Chi had just swallowed the small red pill, and soon spit it out with a mouthful of blood.

Coughing and vomiting caused a broken bone under the ribs. Cen Chi woke up again, vaguely saw Fang Wu's face in front of him, and suddenly sighed, "Oh no...... Underestimate that dog...... Now I'm ...... I'm afraid I'm going to ...... Shiro got in......"

"Now that I know that, I almost think you were crazy just now." Fang Wu impatiently threw out a sentence, seeing that the medicine was useless, he gave up this life-saving method, and instead dragged Cen Chi to the bed, "You can't die, even if you are crippled, you have to save your life, otherwise the three elders of the North Fence Yinyi will hunt me down and kill me for more than a lifetime."

Fang Wu dragged Cen Chi to the bed. First tore the bloodstained fabric on his chest, then took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, tore open the tether and shook it. The three rows of silver needles embedded in it are revealed.

Fang Wu's fingers came out of the hole like a spirit snake, and he counted the needles, first sealing several large points in Cen Chi's heart and lungs, slowing down the speed of blood travel, and Cen Chi's cough gradually stopped.

Seeing that the situation had improved slightly, Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, took out another paper bag from his arms and tore it open, there was still a small red pill inside, and poured it into Cen Chi's mouth.

"Don't spit it out again. I had to swallow the blood, and I didn't have much of it." Fang Wu was talking at the same time. Reach out to support Cen Chi's chin and help him chew and swallow.

This time. Cen Chi successfully swallowed the small bag of strangely colored particles.

It didn't take long for his frowning brow to loosen, and two strange flushes appeared on his pale cheeks. Gradually, he opened his eyes, and the decadence in his eyes was swept away at some point.

The first thing Cen Chi said when he woke up was: "Am I dying?"

Thinking about his terrible state just now, and observing the spirit in his eyes and the different color on his face at this time, it is indeed a bit like the moment when a dying person returns to the light.

"With me here, you're not so easy to die." Fang Wugang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and resting for a while, said this, and suddenly coughed uncontrollably, he raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, glanced at the color of coughing up blood, and said with some surprise: "This injury is a little wrong......

What he said was the internal injury caused to him by the palm that was imprinted on his chest in the powder mist just now, even if he injured his lungs and coughed up blood, it should be bright red, but at this time, the blood he saw gradually deepened.

Cen Chi, who had just woken up, saw this scene, but remembered one thing, and immediately said: "Old Dao, you may have been poisoned by me."

As Cen Chi spoke, he struggled to sit up, but in the end it was in vain.

Only then did he realize that the little red pill that Fang Wu gave him was probably only stimulating his physical potential, not a healing effect. The strangely colored pill kept him sane for a while, and made him feel good about himself, and the sharp pain in all parts of his body seemed to disappear for the most part, as if all his injuries had been healed in an instant.

But in reality, this is not the case, the physical strength has not recovered, and the kind of relaxation that I feel mentally is just an anaesthetic illusion created by the little red pill.

He began coughing up blood from colic, and until now, the amount of blood loss in his body was terrifying, and he could recover in half an hour. His actual physical condition at this time should be difficult to even lift a finger.

For a moment, Cen Chi questioned Fang Wu's motive for giving him that little red pill, but soon, this doubt was erased from his heart again.

After today's incident, I can be regarded as owing Fang no favor, no matter whether I can survive afterwards, I shouldn't speculate about each other at this time.

When Fang Wu heard Cen Chi's words, he also had a moment of doubt in his heart, but after thinking carefully for a while, he didn't feel that Cen Chi had taken the initiative to poison him, and this doubt naturally dissipated.

Just before Gao Qian came upstairs, he drank at the same table with Cen Chi and ate two jars of wine, but the wine he drank was freshly opened sealing mud. Even if Cen Chi can get through the sky with his hands, he can't buy the workers of the winery in Shakou County. Connections are out of reach. It's too late in time.

Then there is only one possibility of accidental injury.

After today's incident, Fang Wu and Cen Chi can be regarded as having a friendship of life and death. Although this friendship is formed by a passive opportunity, in any case. It's still a little deeper than the mutual trust of ordinary friends. Under the premise of such trust, a little suspicion will only be rootless duckweed. All can be easily erased.

For Cen Chi's prompt, Fang Wu didn't immediately ask where the antidote was, but after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "Is it the jar of wine that Gao Qian took away from you?"

After Gao Qian dragged away the half jar of wine in Cen Chi's hand before, he didn't accompany him to drink it as he said, but poured this half jar of wine on Fang Wu's face as cold water. At that time, Gao Qian didn't know that Fang Wu was pretending to be drunk, and pouring wine just to make him sober up.

Fang Wu remembered that he had licked the corners of his wet mouth at that time, but he never thought that it was just a few drops of poisonous wine. The toxicity can be so great!

He looked at Cen Chi again, his eyes were even more frightened, and he said in a deep voice: "In order to kill someone, you are so harmful to yourself?"

"No, I poisoned the dog when it went upstairs." Cen Chi tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled, at this moment he had only the strength to move his face, "But...... I didn't have the antidote with me."

"Seeing that you are determined to kill someone, you are really afraid." Fang Wu reached out and stroked his chest, gradually coughing. He said indifferently: "However, Gao Qian's usual intervention in your life is too careful, and it probably won't work if you want to prevent him from hiding something. [,！ It's also a helpless solution to not have an antidote with you."

"You should have been splashed with poisoned wine, and if there is no antidote, other methods should be able to slow down the toxicity." Cen Chi took a breath, then slowly spoke, explaining the poisonous ingredients he had applied to the wine and how to dilute it.

After listening to Cen Chi's explanation, Fang Wu didn't immediately do what he said, but said with a smile: "It turns out that it's just such a little poison, it's okay, it's important to treat you first."

Just finished speaking. So he set about tearing Cen Chi's sleeve.

Cen Chi had actually already realized that the little red pill that Fang Wu gave him just now probably had nothing to do with detoxification. But at this time, he was even more incomprehensible to the other party's behavior of not tearing his sleeves.

However, he didn't have much power to stop it now. He could only move his mouthpiece and asked in a low voice, "Haven't you already prepared an antidote to the toxins in my body?" But the medicine you just gave me is very unfamiliar, what is it?"

"I can't tell what kind of medicine it is, because that medicine was sent by Xiao Kuang, and he will never harm you." Fang Wu's movements paused for a moment, and after thinking about it, he slowly said, "Now I think back to the letter he sent with Yao, you are worthy of being your fellow senior brother, and you know you well enough than others."

"yes, I learned that you even kept the medicine from me." Cen Chi sighed softly, and suddenly frowned.

Seeing that he frowned and endured the pain, Fang Wu realized that it was his action of tearing his sleeves that affected a hidden wound somewhere on his body, and reached out to brush him a few times, and soon discovered the problem.

"If I hadn't been here today, not only would you not have been able to kill the high dive, but you would have folded in first." Fang Wu's fingers touched the broken bone under Cen Chi's ribs, and quickly let go again, "You guys were so close just now, if he pulls out the dagger a moment ago, you will be the one who will be stabbed to death."

"Dogs, always think about their master's orders." As Fang Wujiang's slightly pressed fingers loosened, Cen Chi gradually eased his frowning brows, and said lightly: "For you and me, at that time, the first thing I thought of was to kill the opponent and save myself."

"The surname Gao is also loyal to the Lord, but you don't agree with his master." Fang Wu sighed slightly, he wanted to look sideways at the gradually cold corpse on the floor of the room, but this was just a flash of his thought after all, because the person in front of him who needed to be treated immediately was more important.

"Originally, the toxins in your body were charged very well, so you took it to solve your doubts and gradually dissipated them, but now your situation is special, the toxicity spreads, and the remedication is slow. I'm going to use a silver needle to pull out the poison from your acupuncture point, this practice is very harmful to your body, and the process is extremely painful, but this is the only way I can think of now, you can bear with it! "

Fang Wu twisted the fabric he tore from Cen Chi's sleeve into a thick rope, and then stuffed it into Cen Chi's mouth to prevent him from crushing his teeth from the pain of pulling out the poison, and then said, "In the process of pulling out the poison, you must always stay awake...... I think with your temper and character, you should be able to endure it."

Cen Chi nodded.

Fang Wu no longer hesitated. Spread out your palm and brushed it to the side of the silver needlecloth bag.

……

The endless pain brought a tumbling dizziness, and Cen Chi couldn't feel that he was convulsing all over. He was paralyzed with pain.

But he remembered what Fang Wu had told him before the needle, so he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Stay sane. The rope in his mouth was already wet, and seemed to be about to be bitten through by his teeth. He wasn't aware of this either.

His physical sensations were numb, and he could only clearly feel his spiritual world because he was struggling to support his senses.

He felt as if he had become a dragon on the cusp of the storm, the waves crashing against him from all sides, and he had no barrier to lean on. Rao is so, he still has to keep his body steady. Can't be photographed on the waves. Because he has an intuition in his consciousness: once he falls, it will be endless silence!

However, the rough seas are only a prelude.

The waves that swept up from under your feet were followed by lightning falling overhead!

Every time he was struck by this lightning, he felt as if he had been pulled out of a tendon and a bone, and he wanted to tremble in pain, but he didn't even seem to have the strength to tremble.

Pull out the poison, pull out the poison...... This is to pull out the poison, this is to pull out his muscles and bones, and eventually turn him into a puddle of rotten flesh and soft mud......

He didn't know how long he had been holding out, and his consciousness finally blurred from his eyes to the depths of his mind. He wasn't sure if he was unconscious. Because the blurred scene in front of me has gradually changed, but it still maintains a clear outline.

He saw a mountain with a few thatched huts on the mountainside. There is a cliff behind the thatched hut.

A clear spring falls from the top of the cliff, and the spring water scrapes over the craggy rocks of the cliff wall, making a loud noise. The water falling from a high altitude hits the deep pool under the cliff, and the water splashes and foams, and the water vapor does not disperse. The grass and trees around the waterhole are dyed with this warmth and humidity all year round, and the petals or leaves are clear and shiny.

He obviously felt that his position at the moment was still far away from the mountainside, but the thatched houses, cliffs, flying springs, flowers and plants on the mountainside...... and gave him a sense of familiarity close at hand.

It's a very contradictory feeling.

But he didn't have time to dwell on the cause of this ambivalence, for he soon found three boys kneeling side by side on the front lawn of the hut, which drew most of his attention.

Three boys. Two of them had grown into teenagers, even though they were on their knees. His back was straight, and there was not the slightest cowardice on the part of a child who was punished for making a mistake.

Only a boy kneeling on the far left touched the age of about five or six years old. I'm sobbing with my head down. And he Huo Ran saw the familiar outline clearly from the face of the youngest child among the three. [,！ ]！

This child is exactly what he was when he was five years old.

……

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Cen has only just arrived, and he is so young, you should tolerate him more." In the thatched hut, a young man in a gray and white cotton shirt stood at the table with his back bowed, and said slowly while carefully comparing the few torn pieces of paper spread out on the table.

His words were obviously addressed to the boy sitting on the other side of the table.

The young man sitting at the table was carelessly pounding paste, and he was wearing a light cyan cotton suit, which not only made him straight, but also made his face look cold at a glance.

The young man in the green shirt slowed down his hand holding the wooden pestle and pounding the paste, his eyes pointed to the thick pile of shredded paper in the corner of the table, and said lightly: "If he tears up other notes, I can forgive him, but this one is the only one...... Hmph, if you can't fight it back, I won't forgive him! "

The white-shirted young man straightened his back when he heard this, looked sideways and said, "Shouldn't you put it up yourself?" What do you want me to do with the paste?"

"Change it." Without the slightest hesitation, the young man in the green shirt put down the urn containing the paste and stood up.

When the young man in the green shirt walked to the table, reached out and picked up a piece of shredded paper on the table, and was about to splice, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the young man in the white shirt who had moved out of the way did not make paste according to the agreement just now, but turned around and walked out of the door.

"Senior brother?" The young man in the green shirt was puzzled.

"Hmm." The white-shirted boy answered, but it was only an answer, his footsteps did not stop, and he quickly walked out of the door.

The young man in the green shirt paused slightly with his hand holding the shredded paper, and after a little thought, he did not chase it out, and quickly reorganized his spirit and focused on what was going on in his hands. But just as he was on the second page, a familiar voice came from outside the house, and immediately drew his attention again.

"Little junior brother, come, drink some water."

"…… Thank you, big brother."

"Hmm...... From now on, you'll have to call me Senior Brother, the brother who just beat you. It's your second senior brother, can you remember?"

"Remember, remember ......"

"Hmm...... Master's punishment should not be neglected, you still need to kneel for half an hour. The elder brother left first. I'll call you again when the hour comes."

In the thatched hut, the young man in green shirt who was standing behind the square window with his head slightly tilted his head pursed the corners of his mouth. Through a window. His gaze was unhindered, and he could see clearly the two people on the ground in front of the hut. He was still dissatisfied with the child who was punished for kneeling, and he led the young man in the white shirt to deliver water.

In addition to the punishment of kneeling, the child should also be thirsty for a long time, this is a strict punishment, as a profound lesson, otherwise I don't know how much trouble this naughty boy will cause in the future.

The young man in the green shirt on the side of the window was dissatisfied and said a few words in his belly. Just as he was about to turn around and continue to go back to the table to put together his notebook that had been torn apart by the child who was punished for kneeling outside the house, the sound of talking outside the room after a pause began again, and the young man in the green shirt couldn't help but pause and turn his head.

"Big brother......" The kneeling child returned the water bowl and called out a little jerky, but he was not used to using this title. But after a sound, the child hesitated, and did not continue.

A child of his age would have said whatever he wanted, and there shouldn't be any scheming. At the moment of him. But unconsciously revealed a trace of overage profundity.

"Hmm." The young man in a gray and white cotton shirt had clear eyes, but he didn't seem to realize that the child's mind had grown up prematurely, so he just responded gently as usual. He turned around and didn't speak, just waited patiently for something.

"Second Senior Brother, doesn't you hate me very much?" The kneeling child hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke. A very direct question, this style, only to declare his actual age.

The young man in the green shirt who was looking through the window in the grass hut suddenly heard this, and his eyes gradually condensed.

On the ground outside the thatched hut, the white-shirted young man who was standing only one step away from the child squatted down again, his gaze was close to the level of the child, and then he asked softly, but with a very serious expression, "Then do you also hate your second senior brother?"

"Hate. He hit me hard! "The child said without thinking. Not only did he say a nasty love affair, but he also listed a credential reason.

Expression of anger in the face of children. The white-shirted young man who was squatting in front of him, his gaze at the same level as him, was still calm, but then he asked, "Then when you first met, did you hate him too?"

The child was silent, and after a while he muttered, "If he doesn't hit me......"

The white-shirted young man didn't wait any longer this time, and immediately said, "That's because you tore up his notes. Think back to yourself, in the years in the mountains, did the second senior brother ever show a fierce look at you every day, and speak harshly? On the contrary, how many buckets of water and how many bundles of firewood did the second senior brother do for you every day in the morning and evening classes?"

The child was silent again, and this time he was silent for a long time without speaking.

The white-shirted young man sighed softly, his expression softened, and he said slowly: "The note has been torn up, and it will be useless to reprimand you for this matter. Senior Brother just doesn't know something, you are not a child with a stubborn temperament, but why would you want to tear up the notes of the second senior brother?"

"I ......," the child said only one word, then lowered his head and bit his lower lip, and did not continue.

"I believe it is not without reason." The white-shirted young man's expression was still calm, "You should remember that the second senior brother is not a light temper that will be angry and beat people, he actually takes a lot of care of you, but you really did something wrong this time. If you have something to say to him, Senior Brother can help you convey it."

The child who has been bowing his head and not saying a word. [,！ Ran raised his head and said with a worried look in his eyes: "Will the second senior brother reconcile with me?"

The white-shirted boy seemed to catch the answer he had been waiting for a long time from the child's words, and a bright color appeared in his eyes, and instead of answering the child's question, he asked with a smile: "It depends on whether you sincerely hope to reconcile with him."

I don't know how long the years are in the mountains, but Cen Chi, who was only five years old that year, can deeply feel that his life lacks his father's tall but angry figure, lacks his mother's lamenting and weeping side face, and then fills in three strangers, his life does not seem to be much worse, but adds a lot of joy and fun than before.

Those three strangers are Master, Senior Brother, and Second Senior Brother.

Specifically, it was not these three people who intruded into his life, but the small world of these three people that contained him when his home was robbed, separated from his loved ones, torn apart from his unhappy but stable life, and when he was on the verge of death due to hunger and disease.

Although he didn't know why at first.

But the strict and at the same time erudite Master; Xiao Kuang, the elder brother who does not live with him but is gentle and friendly; There is also Lin Shan, the second senior brother who has many frictions in life, but has the most frequent and long-term opportunities to get along, and actually takes a lot of care of him...... Another kind of "family" formed by these three people allowed Cen Chi to quickly integrate into it, unrestrained and free.

(To be continued)