"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen hurried over, and after seeing Brother Zhao'er's red and swollen eyes, his tone sank.

"Why are you here? Still crying? Was it being bullied? ”

Brother Zhao's feet were numb, and he stumbled twice when he stood up, Fang Zichen wanted to help him, but he was grabbed by his backhand.

Brother Zhao grabbed his hand firmly, lowered his head and did not speak.

Fang Zichen looked at him, blinked, and realized later: "You don't think that I ran away and you have to be a widow to cry sadly."

"I..." Brother Zhao was speechless.

That's exactly what happened.

He had been waiting all afternoon or since he was separated from Fang Zichen, but unfortunately he waited left and right, until it was dark, and he didn't see Fang Zichen come back, he put the good boy at Brother Zhou'er's house, and came to the entrance of the village alone.

He didn't know if he could wait or not, but when he left, Fang Zichen said that he would come back, and he believed it.

Being credible doesn't mean you're not panicking.

Especially last night, I had that dream again, and I always had no bottom in my heart.

Looking at what he was spitting out, Fang Zichen knew.

He only thought it was funny, and at the same time there were some indescribable feelings in his heart.

"I said I'll be back when I come back," he comforted, "You and the boy are here, where else can I go, even if I leave, I will take you with me."

They have long been tied together, no matter what form they take, when Brother Zhao knelt in front of him and said that they would marry him, they had become an inseparable part.

Brother Zhao'er's hands tightened, looked at him sideways, and tried his best to make a promise: "Really?"

There was a nasal voice in his voice after crying, and there was undisguised anticipation in his eyes when he looked at him, and in such a sight, Fang Zichen couldn't say more.

He only nodded "um".

Brother Zhao sniffed and laughed uncontrollably.

Nineteen years old, even if he is already a child's father, Brother Zhao's facial features are still immature, he is not mature enough to hide all the good and bad emotions, his emotions are outgoing, and his mind is clean and clean, so that people can see it clearly at a glance.

Fang Zichen unconsciously raised his hand and wiped his face: "Next time, don't cry in this kind of place, it's like a haunted night."

Brother Zhao: "······"

The sadness in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he was a little angry.

"I bought you steamed buns," Fang Zichen changed his words.

Brother Zhao was surprised: "You got a job?"

"Hmm!" Fang Zichen took off his purse from his waist and handed it to him: "Look, I earned it in half an afternoon, it's not amazing."

Brother Zhao only felt that his purse was heavy.

He touched the slightly convex patches on the purse, a little distracted, this purse is made of the leftovers that he didn't want when he picked up the clothes of the horse lady in the New Year, the color of this piece of green and that piece of purple, very unsightly, he has been close to his body for many years, and it has never been filled with so many copper plates, often just installed a few and spent it again before it was hot.

In the past, he only felt that there was a copper plate in his purse, and he had a sense of security, but now it is different.

Brother Zhao returned the purse: "You take it!"

Fang Zichen thought about it, took ten cents from it and put it in his palm: "Save this for you, I'll take the rest, I'll go to work tomorrow and buy something back, it's too late today, it's too late."

"You're going back tomorrow?"

"Hmmm! The man in charge said that there was a shortage of people these days. ”

"Can I go with me?"

"Can't," Fang Zichen stuffed the steamed bun to him: "Eat it quickly!"

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and took a small bite of the steamed bun.

The steamed buns are soft, and there is a hint of sweetness on the tip of the tongue when chewing carefully.

"It's delicious." He said.

After eating one, Brother Zhao refused to eat any more, he asked Fang Zichen to take it back and go to Brother Zhou's house to pick up the child.

The good boy was very sticky to him after he came home and saw Fang Zichen, and he didn't know if Brother Zhao told him something or if this child was born with a delicate mind, Brother Zhao's thoughts all day long did not let him notice it, he stared at Fang Zichen, as if he had become a tail for him, and he followed Fang Zichen wherever he went.

The clothes that can be worn out are a set of clothes, Fang Zichen took a shower in the yard, put on the short sleeves he wore before, and Brother Zhao helped him wash the clothes on the side.

Wringed it out and hung it overnight, and I can wear it again when I get up tomorrow morning.

Fang Zichen sat under the eaves, watching the good boy standing quietly next to him with a steamed bun bigger than his face, feeling a little funny.

"What have you been following me for tonight?" Fang Zichen laughed at him: "Aren't you afraid that I will jump you away with a fart?"

The good boy clenched the steamed bun in his hand: "Look at my father."

There is no reason for the words, but Fang Zichen can understand that he is not very old, and he has not yet reached the age when he likes the child, but when he faces the good boy, he likes it inexplicably, maybe he is too sensible and his life experience is too pitiful, he pulled the good boy between his legs and sandwiched him: "Father is not going anywhere, don't worry, eat quickly!" Are steamed buns not delicious? ”

"Delicious." Good boy said.

"Then let's eat quickly!" Fang Zichen pinched his face: "Little poor child, it's not as big as the village chief's piglet." In the future, my father will make money to raise you fat and fat, okay? ”

"Okay." The good boy was happy, Xiao Xiao took a bite of the steamed bun, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he put the steamed bun on Fang Zichen's mouth: "The steamed bun is delicious, and my father eats it too."

Fang Zichen felt the comfort of the boss in his heart.

This child is filial!

Raise it without a loss.

"Eat! I've eaten them all, and this is for you. ”

"Thank you, father."

The good boy is small, his appetite is not big, and he can only eat most of the steamed buns when he is hungry, and the rest is put away by Brother Zhao.

Busy at noon, almost as soon as he lay in bed at night, Fang Zichen fell asleep, Brother Zhao looked at him and shouted softly twice, after making sure that he would not wake up, he carried the good boy to the bed and lay down beside him, Brother Zhao still seemed to have palpitations, he grabbed a small corner of Fang Zichen's clothes, stared at him for a while, and then closed his eyes.

The next day before dawn, Fang Zichen woke up.

Brother Zhao warmed the steamed bun and handed it to him, Fang Zichen shook his head, said that he would not eat it, he would buy it again when he went to town, and when he went out, Brother Zhao carried the back basket that he specially borrowed from Brother Zhou's house when he picked up the good boy last night, and followed him.

Fang Zichen only thought that he was going to pick up firewood and stop by the way, but when he arrived at the entrance of the village, Brother Zhao was still following behind him.

"What are you doing with me?" Fang Zichen was puzzled.

Brother Zhao pinched the strap and said like a mosquito: "I want to carry the bag with you."

Fang Zichen snorted: "Just you?"

"I have the strength and I can do a lot of work." Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen gestured: "The bag containing the goods is so big, a bag has to weigh more than 100 catties, are you sure you can carry it."

"Yes," Brother Zhao said, "How can you know if you don't try."

Fang Zichen saw that he was a little unconvinced, and was silent and did not speak again.

When he skipped a grade at the age of thirteen and went to the second year of high school, his grades were good, the teacher often praised him, and the head teacher of the class meeting often said to the three hairs sitting in the back row to let them study hard like him, and said too much, or said that good students and bad students are born to deal with each other, and the three mouths looked at him very unpleasantly, and often said that he was short behind his back.

He was indeed not tall at that time, not as good as his fifteen or sixteen-year-old classmates, and he didn't care much about one or two words at first, and those hairs were even more arrogant, and finally he said that he was short in front of him without any scruples, saying that he was a descendant of seven dwarfs, although he didn't name him, but that look and tone, when he heard it, he was mocking himself.

Fang Zichen also had a big temper, so he replied immediately: "The limbs are well developed and the mind is simple."

People replied to him: "It's really not as good as you, condensation is the essence."

Later, in physical education class, on the court, a man with a feather in his mouth slapped the basketball and asked him: "You are here, can you touch the rebound when you jump after eating for another ten years?"

"Do you dunk in three steps?"

"Hey! No, you are short and small, can you lift the basketball first? ”

Fang Zichen was directly angry.

He ran to the equipment room with great momentum, hugged a basketball, and walked to the basketball court with great dignity.

Facts have proved that practice is the only criterion for testing truth, and this is true.

That day, he was ridiculed by Haosheng and depressed for more than half a month, and the chicken legs that must be eaten at every meal were not fragrant.

Although the last three mouthfuls were beaten by his eldest brother and second brother, and apologized to him, this incident seemed to take root in his memory and he couldn't forget it.

To cure this kind of unconvinced, persuasion is useless, let him last time, clearly know that he can't do it, and he will be convinced.

"Okay!" He said, Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, Fang Zichen took two steps, but suddenly stopped: "You went with me, what should I do with the good boy?"

When he woke up, the boy was still asleep.

Brother Zhao pointed to the back basket and showed him: "He's inside!"

Fang Zichen: "·······"

The obedient boy shrunk in the back basket, and the little one, like a puppy, moved the nest and slept peacefully.

"My poor son." Fang Zichen said sincerely: "I have been wronged."

When the sun came out in the town, Fang Zichen came just in time to start work.

He pulled Brother Zhao and said to the ship steward, but the ship steward didn't say anything, just said that if he was capable, he would do it.

Fang Zichen stuffed half a steamed bun for the good boy and asked him to sit on the side with the basket on his back and wait, and then took Brother Zhao to work.

When Brother Zhao was in Ma's house, he had to do a lot of work, cooking, washing, carrying water, and feeding the pigs were easy, he also carried firewood and pigweed, and he was not tired at that time, but there was no way to be tired, he was like a mule that was grinding and grinding, someone was supervising behind his back with a whip, as long as he paused slightly, he had to be whipped.

Carrying a big bag is different, it is really heavy, hundreds of pounds of weight are pressed on the shoulder, and the whole person seems to be crushed.

Fang Zichen saw that he had moved back and forth a few times, and he couldn't breathe evenly, and when Brother Zhao pulled the big bag and wanted to carry it on his back, Fang Zichen stopped him.

"Don't carry it, look at you, there's no meat on your body."

Brother Zhao gasped: "Aren't you the same as me."

In terms of body shape, they really belong to the kind of young people who are used to when they pull out, thin and thin.

"I'm the same as you," Fang Zichen said, "Although I look lean, there are muscles in my bones, do you know what people used to call me?"

"I don't know."

Fang Zichen said, "Some call me handsome guy, some call me third brother, and some call me big brother." ”

Brother Zhao didn't understand these words: "Handsome guy?"

"It's good-looking." Fang Zichen said a little stinky: "Where we are, those who are handsome are called handsome guys, and those who are ugly are generally called hair."

"The third brother?"

"I'm the third in my family." Fang Zichen said

Brother Zhao: "What about Brother Dali?"

"I used to move desks in school, carrying one in one hand, from the first floor to the sixth floor, my face was not red and I was not panting, and my classmates said that I was terrible."

Brother Zhao didn't understand it very well, but looking at his snort, it was estimated that there was a little water in it.

"You stay here, and I'll go back together when I'm done."

"I ······ too"

"Don't you," Fang Zichen pushed him away: "The family is poor, but it won't lack your more than a dozen dollars."

"But ······"

Fang Zichenhu raised his face and raised his fist: "Are you disobedient?" People say that they marry their husbands, why don't you understand at all, do you want me to beat you? ”

Brother Zhao didn't know what he thought, his face turned red, he didn't dare to speak, and obediently went to the good boy's side.