Although it is the middle of November, it snows in the north and the sun shines brightly in the south, but the weather is a little cold.

"Xianjun, how old are you?"

"Bigger than you......"

"Oh~ Then why don't we take it out and compare it?"

“...... , and if you say a few more pickled words, I don't mind helping you recur the injuries that the ancestor has brought you. ”

"Gotta it, just kidding, not ...... Not...... Are you hungry?"

"It's a bit ......"

"Then what are we going to eat at noon, I heard that the weather here is cold and we all eat some hot pot, why don't we try it?"

"As you ......"

Zhang Xianjun closed his eyes on the recliner and rested. Pang Beidou next to him got up early and walked out of the small courtyard in a flash.

Zhang Xianjun opened one eye slightly, the sun was a little mild, squinted at the door where Pang Beidou left, cut his mouth, and then closed his eyes again, and went to recuperate......

......

Probably feeling that the sun on the canopy made people's faces a little hot, Zhang Xianjun slowly got up, walked alone to the nest of chickens in the corner of the wall with their heads down and squatted down next to the chickens pecking rice, stretched out his right hand and gently held a chicken cub and held it in his hand.

Looking carefully, I couldn't help but chuckle out loud, how do I look at this nest of chicks, it looks like it didn't take long to come out of the hen's belly, and I was caught here by Pang Beidou.

Looking at the surrounding environment, his eyes were finally fixed on the little chick that was slowly squirming in the palm of his hand......

It was the period of war in Lizhou, and the relatives of the family were killed by the demon clan one after another, and the two had similar experiences, coinciding with their youth, and the two young men relied on each other to build a thatched hut in the deepest part of the city street.

At that time, Zhang Xianjun liked to eat chicken thighs very much, especially the kind sprinkled with pepper and fried on the outside and tender on the inside, he especially liked to eat them.

Zhang Xianjun was born in a wealthy family when he was a teenager, and he was used to big fish and meat, but later he couldn't eat it anymore due to various factors.

But at that time, they were hiding from the war, they did not have enough food and clothing every day, and the children did not have the strength to go out and do some coolies to support their families like those fleeing adults.

I remember one time, that day was Zhang Xianjun's birthday, he didn't want to live it himself, his family left him, went to the other side, and lived alone in the world, what is the meaning of living this Laoshizi's birthday. But the day of his birth happened to be known by Pang Beidou, a young man who depended on him for his life.

The little guy is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person, and he still thinks about chicken legs when he says that he is down like this, you rich sons eat well and dress well when they are young, and they don't adapt to it when they are a little down.

Pang Beidou was originally a little doll who grew up in the streets and alleys of the immortals, and her family was poor, but she was also able to eat and clothe herself.

But although he said so, he asked the young Zhang Xianjun to wait for him at home during the day, without doing anything, and waiting for a big meal at night. In front of him, the little guy patted his chest with his hand, swore an oath, and then strode out the door......

Take care of your little brother like a big brother.

The young Zhang Xianjun also listened to him, he knew that he had a lot of ghost ideas, but he was often slapped in the face, but he also had expectations for him that day.

The young Zhang Xianjun waited like this, waited...... Wait, wait...... , Time flows like a stream into a river, how fast, before you know it, it will be night, the young Zhang Xianjun saw that the sky was getting darker and darker outside, and he was a little worried about him, this kid had done stupid things before, so he was not less beaten by people and his face was swollen. The young Zhang Xianjun became more and more worried, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, so he ignored the instructions of the young Pang Beidou, got up and left the house, and just arrived at the door to open the door and go out, looking for his traces, but as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a burst of rustling and fast-moving footsteps from far away, getting closer and closer to his door.

The young man Zhang Xianjun subconsciously took a few steps back, some distance from the front of the door, this is the sound of footsteps and the front of the door, the next moment the door was slammed open, and the next moment I saw a thin figure as thin as a bone, crashing open the door that was quite stable and rushed in. With his mouth very fast, he urged the young man in front of him to close the door quickly, and then ran back to the house with the bulging things in his arms. Zhang Xianjun, a young man who didn't react for a while, hurriedly grabbed the double door, and deliberately probed the probe to find that there was no one outside the door, it was pitch black, and then closed the door and ran back to the house with cloth shoes on his feet.

The panicked Pang Beidou put the things in his arms on the table, and after Zhang Xianjun ran back to the house, he came to the door, looked around, and then carefully closed the door in the small courtyard, trotted around the house to blow out the lights, and finally pulled the confused young man Zhang Xianjun to the broken small table with a missing corner and sat opposite each other.

The young Pang Beidou carefully lit an oil lamp and placed it in the middle of the table, the illumination range was very small, and the faint light shone on the faces of the two, but it was pitch black around them, making the whole hut quite mysterious.

Following the gesture of the young man Pang Beidou, the young man Zhang Xianjun moved his gaze from the other party's face to the middle of the table, and the package of items tightly wrapped in oil paper under the oil lamp.

The young Zhang Xianjun learned to take a deep breath from the other party, in the end, it was a child, no matter how good his education was when he was a child, he should not be too surprised if anything happened to him from Mr. Private School, and at this moment he was all left behind with a wow.

It's roast chicken! It's roast chicken!

The young man was surprised, raised his little face to look at the other party, and asked, "How did you do that?"

You must know that a roast chicken is not expensive, but for them who are now surrounded by walls, it is simply a luxury that can no longer be extravagant.

The latter's cerebellum lowered slightly, and whispered: "I bought it outside, you eat it quickly, I said that after you mix with me, I will take you to eat fragrant and drink spicy food." ”

Seeing that the other party did not speak.

The young Pang Beidou also urged: "Eat quickly, if you don't eat it, it will be cold, and it won't taste good." ”

The young man Zhang Xianjun asked, "Why do you keep your head down?"

The young man who was urging to eat roast chicken lowered his head more and more, deliberately covering it, and whispered: "It's nothing, it's just that I came back and ran too sharply and fell too sharply, you can eat it quickly, if you don't eat it, I'll give it to you." ”

But all this fell on the other party's ears, he did not believe it, he had been extremely careful since he was careful, and at a glance his eyes noticed the dust and mud on the dirt and dirt on the shabby clothes of his old man, and on the thin arm that the tattered clothes could not cover, the young man's tender skin was covered with bruises and purples alternately.

Zhang Xianjun pushed aside the fragrant roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, and at this moment he felt that the once delicious roast chicken was no longer so delicious.

The boy stretched out his hands, grabbed the other party's shoulder with one hand, and reached down with the other hand to grab the arm and drag it up, urging him to show me, take it up, show me!

The young Pang Beidou held back his strength but didn't show him, the young man pulled hard, just to see, but how could a delicate and expensive young man since he was a child have the strength of Pang Beidou, who has been used to running in the streets and alleys since he was a child, has great strength, and he can't pull Pang Beidou's hand and half an arm.

The young man blushed, stretched out and took the other party's hands, and said angrily, "If you don't show me, I won't eat." ”

As soon as the other party heard that this was not good, he wasted this great effort, and immediately raised his head and said: "That's not good, if you don't eat my meal, you won't be beaten in vain, you ......", the young Pang Beidou subconsciously covered his mouth, knowing that he had missed his mouth.

The young man Zhang Xianjun choked suddenly, staring at the other party's little face with a beaten glaucoma, and he didn't know what to say for a while, only to know afterwards that this guy wanted to be a good boss, in order to give his little brother a good birthday, knowing that he liked to eat chicken legs, but there was no money in his pocket, so he went to the shop that sold roast chicken and asked, in his more days of groceries, can you give only a roast chicken, half a can do, the young man's attitude is sincere, this black-hearted boss agreed, but when the day comes, he will not give the roast chicken, the young Pang Beidou is not a loser, immediately grabbed the roast chicken and ran, but how can the child run past that group of adults, he was pressed to the ground and beaten, The young man held the roast chicken tightly in his arms, desperately guarding, it is strange to say, this half-grown child is not small, let the owner of the roast chicken shop rob no matter how to snatch it, in the end it is really not good, and I am afraid of breaking people, so I spit a few mouthfuls of saliva on the young man lying on the ground, scolded a few words of the little beggar who did not know whether to live or die, and left.

The situation that night, even if it has been a thousand years, Zhang Xianjun has remembered it very clearly, the roast chicken he ate by himself, it was the best roast chicken that he grew so big, although it was a little cold, the young man still cried and ate him to the end, the fool boss was not afraid of pain and was still joking on the side and crying to eat roast chicken The young man Zhang Xianjun chirped, stepped on the bench and lined up his chest and said that he would follow Lao Tzu in the future, and take you to eat fragrant and spicy ......

In the past, he said big things to the impassioned teenager, he thought he was bragging, and ignored it, but tonight, at the moment, Zhang Xianjun, a young man with red eyes and tears on his face, eating roast chicken, looked at Pang Beidou, a young man with one foot on the bench and an impassioned head held high, and nodded very seriously the next moment......

"Eh, what are you doing, grab my little chick and say, "Do you want to steal it!"

Zhang Xianjun's thoughts were instantly pulled back to reality by the palm on his shoulder.

The plain-clothed scholar got up and turned around, and saw the eldest brother in Fang Cai's memory, Pang Beidou, who had grown up, standing behind him in rags, holding a hot pot-style utensil and a large package of dishes and food in his hand, most of which were meat......

Pang Bei glanced at the nest of chicks behind the plain-clothed scholar, and then looked at the Confucian Temple manifestation in front of him, put on a bitter expression, and said: "I know that you are greedy, be good, ......and eat when you grow up."

Zhang Xianjun had a black line on his face, resisted the urge to rush up and punch him, gritted his back molars and said, "I'm not greedy!"

At this moment, not far from the small courtyard, the noisy sound reached the ears of the two, and it was getting closer and closer to this side, Zhang Xianjun, who was standing in the small courtyard, covered his mind, and saw a group of large and small vendors, and the shopkeepers gathered together and leaned over to this side, and there were words in their mouths,

"this, my small business, I even take this little vegetable. ”

"You're okay, I've just caught an old hen from the backyard and I'm gone......"

"What are you all arguing about, at least you still have food to eat at noon, my killed me that day and took away all my pots!"

Everyone was talking, Zhang Xianjun retracted his thoughts, and Pang Beidou naturally heard it, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zhang Xianjun, who had a black line on his face, asked Mr. Tianji Mountain, who was carrying a pot in his right hand, holding an old hen in his left hand, and a large bag of vegetables and meat hanging around his neck,

"Didn't you pay again......