Brother Zhou sent a basket of vegetables, Fang Zichen nibbled on the two cucumbers he sent, and Brother Zhao didn't touch a bite of the porridge he cooked.

The good boy held the bowl and ate the thief incense, Fang Zichen looked at it and sighed again.

It's so deceptive.

If he hadn't eaten a bowl at noon, he would have suspected what kind of chicken soup and abalone porridge the good boy was eating.

There was a lack of everything at home, so the three of them simply washed their feet at night, and went to bed with nothing to do.

The village chief didn't have a big bed temporarily, after all, he thought that Fang Zichen was the only one before, who knew that this guy was so powerful, and the next day the husband and child would be on the kang.

Fang Zichen has squeezed sleep with his eldest brother and second brother since he was a child, but he does not refuse to share a bed with others, even if he rejects, there is only one bed at home, and he can't be mad and let the father and son sleep under the eaves.

The three of them were really a little crowded, Brother Zhao was lying in the innermost, trying to stick to the wall, waiting for Fang Zichen to go to bed and lie down, his heart was pounding, inexplicably nervous, he didn't dare to breathe, obviously there was a good boy between them, but he seemed to be able to feel the heat on Fang Zichen's body through a layer of coarse cloth, and the wafting breath was dry, warm, and inspiring, which made him feel a little hurried for no reason.

He heard Fang Zichen talking to the good boy, close at hand.

"You sleep well at night! You won't feed me my feet in the middle of the night! Have your feet been washed tonight? Fang Zichen asked three times.

"Washed up," the good boy lay down obediently, his hands resting on his lower abdomen, his eyes blinking, as if he didn't want to sleep yet.

Fang Zichen was close to the edge of the bed, making up for sleep in the morning, at this time he was distracted, hungry, and couldn't sleep, he asked, "Can't sleep?"

“··· Well. The boy nodded.

"At a young age, you still learn from adults who have insomnia? That's amazing," Fang Zichen turned around with a laugh, and turned sideways to face the good boy: "Then I'll tell you a story!"

The good boy had never heard the story, and he was a little more excited at the moment: "····· Good. ”

"Once upon a time there was a little kid who couldn't sleep at night, and he closed his eyes and thought, 'Why can't I sleep?' Think about it, think about it, and then..."

“…… And then what? The boy asked.

Brother Zhao also pricked up his ears.

Fang Zichen doesn't do anything, the story is made up, and he doesn't care at all: "...... Then he fell asleep. ”

Brother Zhao: "·····"

Good boy: "·····"

The good boy couldn't help but pout, but he was young in the end, and he was busy picking wild vegetables at noon, Brother Zhao gently patted his chest as usual to lull him to sleep, he muttered a few words that Fang Zichen didn't understand well, and fell asleep in a daze.

Brother Zhao withdrew his hand and pressed it tightly to his side, silent, Fang Zichen raised his head slightly, and asked in a tone like a thief: "Brother Zhao, can't you sleep too?" Do you want me to tell you a story too? ”

Brother Zhao: "······"

“…… Good. ”

"Once upon a time there was a brother who couldn't sleep at night, and he closed his eyes and thought, 'Why can't I sleep?' Thought, thought, and then he fell asleep. ”

Brother Zhao: "·····"

……

He was silent for a while, Fang Zichen listened to his somewhat messy breath, and was about to speak, when he heard Brother Zhao'er's low voice coming from his side.

"The boy is asleep, you······ Do you want it? ”

The moonlight shone in through the dilapidated windows and the missing half of the roof, the room was not dark, Brother Zhao clutched the straw mat under him tightly with both hands, and his face did not see any change, just like walking in the village, meeting a fellow who usually gets along well, and asking: 'Have you eaten' is as usual, nothing to be embarrassed and shy.

Fang Zichen didn't react at first, he looked at him in a daze, Brother Zhao lowered his eyelashes and didn't dare to look at him, and the white neck at the placket of his clothes was gradually dyed red like peach blossoms under Fang Zichen's gaze.

Fang Zichen seemed to understand the moment Ren Tong's second pulse was suddenly opened, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he sat up, and the not-so-strong wooden board made a squeaky sound: "You... How can you say such a thing to me. His face was full of disbelief: "I'm only eighteen years old!" Can you be a person? ”

He reacted greatly, Brother Zhao'er's face changed, he gasped quickly, his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something more, the good boy was noisy and muttered, and then turned over, facing Fang Zichen, Brother Zhao gently patted him on the shoulder, and after a while, he fell asleep again, and was interrupted by the good boy like this, most of the courage was leaked, Brother Zhao stopped talking, and when Fang Zichen thought that he had realized his mistake, he was ashamed, and he was embarrassed to say something more, Brother Zhao spoke again, his voice was soft, But it is not difficult to hear the apprehension and uneasiness expressed inside: "You, don't you want it?"

Fang Zichen: "·····"

He looked at Brother Zhao in disbelief, and then suddenly thought that this was Xiaohe Village, no longer the modern world it used to be.

An eighteen-year-old man like him in the village has already had a hot kang with his wife, and doing that kind of thing at the age of eighteen is a normal thing in Brother Zhao's eyes.

Only himself, who followed the rules in the first ten years of his life, and his consciousness could not be turned around.

It's not that he can't understand Brother Zhao, when he first arrived, two strangers were forced to tie together, as the weak party, Brother Zhao was uneasy, he was eager to show his sense of existence, he was obedient and worked hard under the bed, only Fang Zichen was the first to look forward, in bed he wanted to be a thing that was needed, no matter what it was, only what was needed by Fang Zichen, so that he felt that he was an indispensable and obedient thing, then he could stay here.

opened his mouth to ask for joy again, and Brother Zhao was not embarrassed.

He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and buried his face in the back of the good boy, Fang Zichen could see his red ears that could not be covered by the good boy's thin body.

Fang Zichen touched the head of the good boy, his voice was low, and he didn't say any more words of condemnation: "I'm eighteen years old, and at my age in our place, it is strictly not advisable to have sex too early, and," he patted the bed under his buttocks, and said, "In our current situation, do you think I still have the heart to think about that kind of thing?" I thought, can this bed hold up? ”

His eyes fell on Brother Zhao'er's trembling and emaciated shoulders: "Not counting yesterday's night, it's really counted, we haven't known each other for a day, in my ideology, that kind of thing can only be done with the person I like, I respect you, treat you as a person on the same status as me, if I touch you tonight, then what's it?" It's not impossible to do that to someone who can be said to be a stranger, and if you do it, it's not a loss for me, but for you, it's not respectful to you, you're not the object of my desires, do you understand? ”

"I helped you, but you don't have to surrender yourself to repay me in this way."

"Do/love/do/love, you can do it with love."

The good boy slept peacefully, completely unaware of the profound topics that the two adults in the family were discussing.

Brother Zhao was silent for a while, and his voice was muffled as if he had cried, and a somewhat choked voice came from behind the good boy: "Hmm! I get it. ”

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, lying down next to the good boy, the good boy hunched his body, the little one, he clenched his fists with both hands, and slept with a little blushing and fluttering, Fang Zichen looked interesting, reached out and poked his little nose, the good boy's mouth moved, he didn't wake up, the summer was hot, the child's body temperature was high, he was sweating a little on his forehead, Fang Zichen slapped the past, wiped it, not very gentle, and even rude, the little boy's head shook back and forth several times.

Brother Zhao's forehead was knocked on the back of the head of the good boy, the movement was so loud, he didn't wake up, it seemed that he was really asleep.

Brother Zhao stood up, the redness in his eyes had not receded, his eyelashes were moist, and his face looked at Fang Zichen a little unnaturally: "··· Don't mess with him. ”

Fang Zichen smiled: "I didn't mess with him, I was wiping his sweat!"

He had a big heart, he didn't hold on to what happened just now, and seeing that Brother Zhao seemed to be a little embarrassed, he poked the face of the good boy and said jokingly: "This little piglet is pitiful, he was caught between the two of us in the summer, will he be familiar when he gets up tomorrow?"

Brother Zhao looked at Fang Zichen with a smile and seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened, the flush on his ears receded a little, he was not so embarrassed, and even a little angry, he justified the good boy's name: "··· It's not a piglet. ”

Fang Zichen blinked, obediently withdrew his hand and pillowed it under his head: "I'm not scolding you old sow!" Don't sit in your own seat. ”

Brother Zhao: "·····"

“…… You also say. Brother Zhao glared at him, his eyes were round.

Fang Zichen's mouth was still owed, he stared at Brother Zhao, and was happy: "I'll sing you a song!" It fits you like this very well. His expression was so bad, his smile was full of ruffianism, Brother Zhao knew at a glance that what he was singing must not be a good thing, and he was just about to open his mouth to say no, but he heard that Fang Zichen had already sung slowly.

"The eyes are as wide as copper bells, shooting out lightning-like shrewdness~"

Brother Zhao slapped him in the mouth.

Fang Zichen: "·····"