Suddenly, Jia Qian's mind became flustered, as if it was instantly filled with paste.

What's going on? Su Bezhi, this bastard, is the benefactor of his family? Why do you say that? What is the matter with his family becoming like this?

Several questions rushed to his head one after another, and Jia Qian felt that his brain was no longer enough. It's really a strange thing, but assuming that this is left alone, Su Beizhi was choked and abused by him all the way, but turned out to be a "benefactor", doesn't this mean that he is a villain who "repays virtue with resentment"?

This is something he will never accept. has been practicing Confucianism for many years, even if he can't be a gentleman, he must not be a villain.

Therefore, he must get this matter to a clear conclusion, and he must not suffer such a great grievance without knowing it.

His wife had already happily welcomed the three of them into the door, and Su Beizhi and Dongfang Shiming both followed and stepped into the threshold. Jia Qian looked at the changes in a panic as fast as his brain, and hurriedly ran forward to follow the old lady, wanting to ask for an understanding.

But his wife was very happy when she saw her son coming back with his benefactor, but she didn't want to pay much attention to her son's entanglement.

She took the three of them into the house together, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she called Daddy Jia Qian to come down to greet her. The house was lively, and it seemed that Jia Qian had a banquet at home today.

Looking at the layout of the house, Jia Qian couldn't make out the traces of his home at all. The old furniture has been replaced with brand new, and the exaggerated second-floor staircase spirals upward, and the lights everywhere shine brightly.

Father Jia Qian quickly shouted and walked down from the second floor quickly, his face was flushed, and there was a sweet smell of wine on his body.

When he saw his son, he immediately walked up to him in three steps and two steps, waved his big hand, and slapped Jia Qian's back vigorously: "Oh, the stinky boy is back from studying!"

Dongfang Shiming and Su Beizhi saw that his father and him were not the same personality at all, and they didn't know if they were taking advantage of the wine, but they both wanted to snicker. Jia Qian's father has a stronger physique, and compared with the thin Jia Qian, it is impossible to see that he is a father and son at all.

After greeting his son, the father immediately shifted his gaze to the remaining two.

He grabbed the two of them with his big arms very roughly, and laughed and was about to bow to the two of them. Jia Qian and his wife saw that he was indeed drunk, so they dragged him away with one arm and helped him go back upstairs to rest first.

Downstairs, Dongfang Shiming and Su Beizhi looked at each other and smiled, somewhat embarrassed.

Soon, Jia Qian and his mother returned from upstairs, and it seemed that his father had settled down.

Mrs. Jia Qian waved her hands and let them sit casually, while she turned around and went to the kitchen to make tea. Su Bezhi and the others found chairs and sat down separately, and after so many days of busy legs and feet, they only got a real rest at this time.

"Well, my dad had just been drinking with some old friends, and he was so drunk that he was unconscious. You...... Don't care. Jia Qian said to the two of them a little apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, but it's a bit of a pity that I didn't worship it. Su Bezhi shook his head in distress.

"You ......" Jia Qian glared at him maliciously. If you pay it back, won't you be a generation shorter than this bastard out of thin air?

However, he never choked with Su Beizhi again, after all, he hadn't figured out the matter of the "benefactor" yet, and he didn't want to ask Su Beizhi directly, so he had to keep pressing the incomparable curiosity in his heart and scratching uncomfortably.

After a while, Mrs. Jia Qian brought tea. The three of them drank a few glasses and ate some snacks to satisfy their hunger.

It was not early, not to mention that he had finally gotten out of the crisis, and a strong sense of sleepiness soon hit his mind, as if he was about to fall asleep after a moment's delay. Jia Qian asked the old lady to find a room for the two of them to stay, but he couldn't resist the sleepiness, so he shook his body and went back to the room first.

"This time, you can get a good night's sleep. Su Bezhi said softly behind Dongfang Shiming.

Dongfang Shiming is also sleepy. He turned his head, forced his eyelids and smiled twice, and followed the direction of Mrs. Jia Qian to the room. After all, his injuries had not healed, and although his body had undergone a short period of recuperation, he still lacked strength.

Su Bezhi watched him leave with heavy steps, and showed a sincere smile slightly.

Outside the window, a semi-circular moon quietly flew over the treetops. In the distance, surrounded by dark mountains, night crows chirp hoarsely in the deep valleys.

............

The next morning, Jia Qian woke up in comfort. It seems that I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time, and every time I woke up a while ago, there would be an extra corpse outside. He often dreamed in his dreams that the gangsters came in droves to ask him for his life, and such nightmares really tortured him a lot.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found a bowl of steaming medicinal soup next to the bed. There was also a note attached to one side, to the effect that it would be conducive to his recovery from his injuries or something.

After drinking the medicine, he rubbed his eyes and went downstairs, but he was still very unaccustomed to his home becoming so luxurious all of a sudden.

Outside the window, the sun was shining abundantly, but it didn't seem to be late, and the familiar smell of morning porridge was still in the air.

He followed the smell to the kitchen, his stomach growling with hunger, desperate to find something to eat. Sure enough, the small pot on the stove was filled with a fluctuating water vapor, and the fragrance just now came from it.

"Oh, you're awake. ”

The person standing in front of the stove turned out to be not the old lady, but Dongfang Shiming. He saw Jia Qian walk in and smiled faintly at him.

"Ah, Brother Xian, why are you ......" Jia Qian thought that he hadn't slept awake, so he slapped his face twice in a row. But he was really not mistaken, the one in front of him was Dongfang Shiming himself.

"I've changed my old clothes and washed them off, so let's go to breakfast. Dongfang Shiming stirred the hot porridge in the pot, his eyes fixed on the bubbles that kept rising from the bottom of the pot.

Jia Qian was stunned, as if he hadn't fully understood, but nodded dumbly: "Hey, yes, yes." ”

"By the way, that Su Beizhi ......" Jia Qian suddenly remembered the question he cared about the most, and hurriedly asked again.

Dongfang Shiming shook his head: "I don't know about that." But Su Bezhi said that he would confess later. ”