When it was dark, the sweet potatoes were finally dug up.

Aunt He pulled the small half basket of sweet potatoes that were dug up by Fang Zichen at noon, and selected a few "crooked melons and cracked dates" and handed them to Brother Zhao: "These are for you."

Brother Zhao took it with both hands and said thank you.

Aunt He looked like he was grateful.

Fang Zichen frowned when he saw it, and the soreness in his body became more and more intense after being tired, making his whole body uncomfortable.

Aunt He was satisfied with Brother Zhao'er's attitude: "I still have a piece of land on the southern slope, if you are free tomorrow, you will ·····."

Fang Zichen looked at her coldly on the side: "I'm not free, you can dig your own sweet potatoes in the future!"

"Ahh This, this ·····"

"Aunt He," Fang Zichen looked at her and asked her in a low voice, "You are so generous, does your father know?"

Aunt River: "·····"

She looked embarrassed and explained: "This year's tax has been levied, the family has paid a lot of silver, and the harvest in the field is not very good, why don't I give you a few more?" I also want to help Brother Zhao. ”

Fang Zichen said: "No need, since the harvest in the field is not good, Brother Zhao can't come to help you, otherwise give out a few more sweet potatoes, and your family will starve to death."

Aunt River was stunned.

"Good boy," he called out to the boy who was looking for wild vegetables on the ridge, "we are going home."

On the way back, Brother Zhao secretly looked at him.

Fang Zichen walked slowly, his body was straight, and after a day's work, his face, neck and back of his hands exposed to his clothes were a little red, and there was a small red envelope bitten by mosquitoes on his cheeks.

"See what?" He asked suddenly.

was caught, Brother Zhao looked away in a panic: "No, it's nothing."

"Let's go to town tomorrow! I'm looking for something to do. Fang Zichen said.

"But," Brother Zhao pursed his lips, "It's hard to find a job in the town."

Fang Zichen sighed rarely, his face was stinky: "If it's not easy to find, you have to find it!" I don't want to eat wild vegetables every day, and I don't want to eat sweet potatoes every day. ”

Brother Zhao paused when he heard this, and his hand holding the sweet potato couldn't help but roll······ Fang Zichen looked down on the best thing he could give him that he had worked hard and worked hard for.

At this moment, the sweet potato in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was so heavy that he couldn't kick it.

He watched Fang Zichen walk a few steps away from him, Fang Zichen was still walking slowly, surrounded by dim sky.

Brother Zhao was once again imprisoned by a sense of powerlessness.

He had felt this way countless times.

When the person disappeared, when he couldn't find it, when he was pregnant, when he was in the dilapidated and damp firewood room, when he lay on the straw and gave birth to a good boy with a stick, when the boy shouted to him hungry and cold, when he was sick and knelt at the door of the doctor's house but was driven away by the stick, he was surrounded by this feeling.

That deep sense of powerlessness is something he can't get rid of no matter how hard he drives, and it's something he can't change no matter how hard he tries.

He was really afraid that because he couldn't give Fang Zichen anything, Fang Zichen couldn't stand his current life and would leave him again.

Fang Zichen led the good boy to walk in front, and when he looked back, Brother Zhao was staring at his toes with his head buried and did not move.

"Stomping on? Or is there gold on the ground? He asked.

Brother Zhao raised his head and replied, "Don't you like to eat sweet potatoes?"

There was a loss in his eyes, Fang Zichen looked at him quietly, and after a while, he said, "I like it!" But you and the boy can't just eat sweet potatoes every day, right? He furrowed his brows, looking very angry: "Aunt He, I am not convinced that you will help her again." I went to the town to look for work, and I got money to buy meat for you and the good boy to eat, which was more fragrant than sweet potatoes. ”

Brother Zhao'er's eyes widened, his lips opened slightly, and he froze like this.

His mouth moved, and Fang Zichen spoke again: "Isn't it particularly moving?"

Brother Zhao got too little kindness, and one or two words that he didn't know if he had never practiced it could make his heart tremble, and he nodded honestly: "Hmm."

"Actually, it's nothing," Fang Zichen smiled and stroked the hair back from his forehead: "Who called me a good man like no other!" Your ancestral grave is estimated to be on fire to find a husband like me····· Nabs. ”

Brother Zhao froze in place, his whole body froze, and the blood on his face faded little by little.

Nabs?

These two words pierced people's hearts and lungs more than the foul words that had been thrown on him in the past.

Fang Zichen saw that he suddenly stopped talking again, and his eyes slowly turned red, and his brows wrinkled subconsciously.

In the end, it was Brother Zhao who spoke first: "It's dark, let's go back!"

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "····· Good. ”

When he got home, Brother Zhao was busy again, his face didn't look unusual, it seemed that he had forgotten about the little thing on the road, Fang Zichen stared at him for a while, and his heart was relieved.

However, in the middle of the night, something was wrong with Brother Zhao.

He seemed to have a nightmare, shouting and struggling all the time.

There was a lot of movement, and both the good boy and Fang Zichen were woken up by him.

He sweated a lot on his forehead, screaming and struggling like hysteria, Fang Zichen was taken aback, the good boy seemed to be used to seeing it, and grabbed his sleeve to wipe the sweat for Brother Zhao before pushing him: "Daddy, daddy wake up~"

"Is your dad having a nightmare?" Fang Zichen asked.

The good boy nodded: "Hmm!"

Brother Zhao didn't withdraw from the dream, and was still shouting: "····· Don't go... Don't..." Fang Zichen heard him muttering these words back and forth, and waved his hands, as if he wanted to grab something.

People who usually wake up after shouting two sentences, but now no matter how much they shout, the good boy turned his eyes red, and turned his head to look at Fang Zichen as if asking for help.

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen encountered this situation for the first time, and made a random move, he patted Brother Zhao's face: "··· You wake up. ”

It didn't work.

He lifted Brother Zhao'er's eyelids again: "Brother Zhao?"

The good boy grabbed Brother Zhao'er's clothes tightly, and watched Fang Zichen lift his eyelids and pull his father's ears and pinch his father's middle.

Until the last trick was used, Brother Zhao woke up.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

Brother Zhao didn't seem to come back to his senses, his eyes only moved, looking for prestige, after Fang Zichen's vague outline began to become clear in his eyes, the pupils of the whole person shrank suddenly, and his gaze was fixed.

His eyes were full of bloodshots, his expression was a little crazy, Fang Zichen was suddenly grabbed by him, and he couldn't react.

"You were ······ Why go? Brother Zhao asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with tears at some point. Fang Zichen's wrist was scratched painfully, he never knew that looking at the thin and small man who could beat him down with a fist would be so big: "······ Yes? Brother Zhao, did you recognize the wrong person? I'm Fang Zichen! ”

When the words fell, Brother Zhao didn't let go or speak, just stared at him, as if he was recognizing.

Fang Zichen let him grasp it, and looked at him with a slightly dazed expression.

Brother Zhao was slightly stunned, his expression looked complicated, and he had a sense of confusion... It's like you can't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

After a while, Brother Zhao woke up like a dream······ I guess I'm dreaming again.

He doesn't dream often.

Since he was sold into the Ma family, he has endless work every day, and every night he almost forced himself to fall asleep as soon as he lay down.

When did you start dreaming?

It was after that night.

He often dreamed of the man over and over again, on the mountain, he was pinned, and the man was full of wine, kissing him frantically, over and over again, and the urgent burning breath sprayed on his neck.

He cried, struggled, kicked and punched to no avail, until the last line of defense was dropped and he cried and pleaded.

"Please····· Don't..."

The man slowly looked up, and saw that his weeping eyes were red for a moment.

He raised his hand and touched his face, his hands filled with cold tears.

"Are you crying?"

His logic was not clear, and his words were unreasonable: "I'm sorry, don't cry, okay?"

"I'm sorry, you're good····· Don't cry. ”

Seeing his appearance clearly, and listening to him say again and again, don't cry, Brother Zhao really stopped struggling.

The man had no experience, and his movements were flustered, Brother Zhao covered his mouth, and he couldn't help whimpering until the last moment.

After that, the man kissed him on the forehead and pressed against his tear-stained face: "Does it hurt?"

Before Brother Zhao could reply, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Very suddenly.

Brother Zhao was weak and weak, holding his shoulders weakly.

The other party clumsily gnawed at his lips, his eyes cautious. The moonlight shone down from the crack in the tree and fell on the man's soft hair, glowing with a very gentle light, which was deeply reflected in Brother Zhao's eyes.

That night, he tensed the whole time, wrapped his neck around the man's neck and buried his head in the man's chest, refusing to say a word, and when he woke up empty.

He searched for a long time, turning over the mountain, but he couldn't find anything.

He dragged his sore body back, and then pretended to be fine.

Brother is not as easy to get pregnant as a woman, the first time he experienced this kind of thing, in addition to the panic of being found out by the Ma family, there was also a sense of pleasure of revenge against the Ma family.

But he didn't want to get pregnant in just one night.

In the days that followed, the events of that night often appeared in his dreams.

Those words, those fragments, those rapid gasps, those hot and hot kisses, those grinding, those necks, there is no fixed order, and there is always a chaotic echo in the dream.

Brother Zhao was in a trance, and it took a while to break free from the dream, and cold sweat oozed from it again.

"Fang Zichen?" He held down his head that hurt so much that it was about to burst, felt the cold sweat on his hands, felt the cold in the hot summer, and said hoarsely, "I have a nightmare."

"Hmmm! See? Fang Zichen said, "Are you still uncomfortable?" Does it hurt to have a headache? ”

Exactly the same words.

In a trance, Brother Zhao seemed to see the person back then.

He took a deep breath and shook his head, "It's okay, what time is it?"

"It's still early!" Fang Zichen raised his eyes and looked out the window: "I can sleep for two more hours."

The good boy nestled in Brother Zhao'er's arms, nodding his head frequently, Brother Zhao touched his head, and looked at Fang Zichen close at hand, and his heart was inexplicably a lot more settled.

"Then go to bed quickly, you have to wake up early tomorrow."

Fang Zichen didn't lie down immediately, looking at him, a little speechless.

Brother Zhao seemed to know what he wanted to ask: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, go to sleep!"

Fang Zichen twisted his eyebrows, nodded after a while, and lay down.

Brother Zhao couldn't sleep and opened his eyes, and there was the sound of Fang Zichen's gentle breathing in his ears, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. The bed board was not strong, and it creaked at the slightest movement, and he did not dare to move.

"Can't sleep?" Fang Zichen's voice suddenly came from his side.

"I ······"

Fang Zichen remembered the panic and fear in Brother Zhao'er's eyes when he just woke up from his dream, he got up and hugged the good boy: "You move out, I'll put him inside."

Brother Zhao'er only stayed for a moment in question, then he ordered one action at a time, moved to the middle position, and didn't dare to move, Fang Zichen moved the good boy inside and lay back.

He took Brother Zhao's hand, pulled him into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Brother Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, without a moment of hesitation, it seemed that he had special trust and dependence on him, he leaned up gently, did not dare to stick too tightly, and kept his hand on Fang Zichen's waist with a weak hand, and buried his face in his arms.

Fang Zichen patted him on the back, and after a while, they were very close, and the voice seemed to be close to his ear: "Did you dream of a ghost?" He looked like a passer-by: "Isn't it terrifying, but with me, you don't have to be afraid."

“…… Why? ”

Brother Zhao pressed against his chest, and the warm breath sprayed on the chest covered by thin material, and an electric current flashed in Fang Zichen's body, just like the most sensitive/untouchable place on his body was rubbed one by one, and the nerves were instantly tightened.

He stammered a little in a rare tone: "He, he's coming, I, I'll beat him and beat him like a dead ghost."

Brother Zhao laughed, not too obvious.

There was a strong heartbeat in his chest, and he slowly closed his eyes.