Following the short and fat boy to a dilapidated courtyard, Ye Feng looked at the dilapidated roof on the collapsed side, and sighed in his heart: "The Great Song Dynasty is known as a strong country and prosperous commerce, and it can reach two Jin countries, but how many such people are there in the Great Song Dynasty?"

Pushing open the door of the house, the first thing Ye Feng saw was the weak old woman sitting next to the pot table as soon as he entered the door.

"Grandma, his name is Ye Feng, he passed by our village and planned to spend the night, so I brought him back. ”

The young man explained to the old woman, turned around and smiled at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, this is my grandmother, I am old and my ears are not working, you should take care of it more." ”

The horn scratched his head sheepishly.

"Grandma Wang, I'm bothered. ”

Ye Feng bowed to the old woman, his eyes clear.

The old woman's ears actually didn't hear very clearly, but she still nodded at the young man with a smile, and then turned her head to the horn and ordered: "Horn~ It's not early, hurry up and boil that egg!"

The horn nodded, warmly greeted Ye Feng into the back room, turned around and went to the pot table to get busy.

Taking off the back basket and placing it in the corner of the house, Ye Feng generously put on the kang with his legs crossed, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Ye Feng, you eat a boiled egg to warm up your body first, and the meal will be ready immediately. ”

Half of the horn leaned into the room, reaching out and handing the boy an egg, with a silly smile on his face.

Ye Feng didn't think much about it, took it generously, and smiled.

Eating a hot boiled egg, the boy couldn't help but look around curiously at the dilapidated hut.

The house is divided into three rooms, the west side has collapsed, only a stove room with a pot table and a few steps wide warm kang in the east room remains, the wall is exposed to rotten wood, there is a possibility of collapse at any time, the house is surrounded by walls, but so.

"Come on~eat~"

The speaker put a small table on the kang and helped the old woman into the room to sit down, and turned to serve the meal.

When he brought the food to the table, the eggshell that Ye Feng was holding in his hand fell on the kang.

I saw that there were three pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table, each bowl contained a bowl of sticky paste, and there were still a few wisps of green vegetables floating in the bowl in front of Ye Feng, while the bowl of the old woman and the horn not only had greens, but even the sticky paste only contained half a bowl.

The young man was a little panicked when he saw Ye Feng's distraction, and asked cautiously, "Ye Feng, is it that my food is not very palatable, and you can't eat it?"

Hearing this, Ye Feng glanced at the short and fat boy deeply, as if there was something more in his eyes, Mu Ran shook his head, picked up the bowl of sticky paste and poured it into his mouth.

Seeing this, the latter immediately smiled, and his eyes narrowed into two slits.

After dinner, Ye Feng and Horn each took a small bench and sat down next to the pot.

The two teenagers chatted while roasting the fire, and Grandma Horn sat on the kang in the back room to help Ye Feng sew and mend the padded jacket.

After listening to Ye Feng's desperate wolf fight at the foot of Yeyun Mountain, the short and fat boy couldn't help but be enthusiastic, and gave Ye Feng a thumbs up with admiration in his eyes:

"Oh my God! Ye Feng, you're too powerful!"

Ye Feng smiled faintly and shook his head, there was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes, "If I do it again, I won't just stand there fighting the wolves all the time, since I can't beat it, I should run away while I still have the strength left, because only by staying alive is the real victory!"

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand, stunned, and asked tentatively, "Is it difficult to practice martial arts?" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a dry cough from the East House.

"Ahem, cough, cough~ cough!"

Ye Feng and the horn looked at each other and smiled, and closed their mouths tacitly.

Before dawn the next day, Ye Feng had quietly gotten up and finished practicing Fuhu Fist.

Splitting a few pieces of wood outside the door into fine firewood, the young man stood in the courtyard with his hands on his back, looking at the towering Ziwuguan city wall in the distance and was stunned.

"Ye Feng, are you up?"

The short and fat boy pushed open the door of the house and came to Ye Feng's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll take you to the village shop to buy some dry food." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Feng nodded in response, went back to the house to get the back basket and walked side by side with the horn towards the village.

When he arrived at the shop and bought some dry food and a few items that were in short supply, the young man wanted to buy some bacon and white noodles and give them to the horn, which was regarded as a reward for the nightstay.

The short and fat boy was flattered and shook his head again and again, not daring to take it.

In the end, Ye Feng could only threaten to break off his friendship, which made him carry the bacon and white noodles in his hands with red eyes.

For this short and fat boy who was ostracized in Nanwei Village, Ye Feng at this time had become his most precious friend, the only friend who regarded him as a human being.

Out of the shop, the two teenagers carried the bacon with white noodles, talking and laughing to find the way to come, passing around a corner, the two couldn't help but pause at the same time.

In the middle of the road stood a fair-skinned rosacea boy in a mink fur, with a wicked smile on his face. Behind him stood several children, both large and small, all with ill-intentioned expressions.

Ye Feng blinked, glanced sideways at the horn beside him, and his eyes were slightly inquiring.

The short and fat boy's heart tightened, he didn't dare to face it, and lowered his head timidly.

After stopping for a moment, the horn, who had been silent, suddenly became imposing, and suddenly raised his head and pointed at the rosacea and shouted angrily:

"Wang Lang, what are you going to do!?"

This move of the short and fat boy was because of the handsome young man standing next to him, and today, he really didn't want Ye Feng to see his ugly appearance when he was bullied.

"What for?"

Wang Lang tilted his head and thorned obliquely at the corner of his eyes, with a smiling face, lifted the mink fur on his shoulder, and reprimanded him loudly: "Say, you poor little bastard who can't even afford to eat, where did you get the money to go to the shop? Did you steal my family's money!?"

The children behind the rosacea began to shout and curse:

"Yes, he's a thief!"

"Little bastard!

"Shameless to die! Steal people's money!"

"I didn't steal your money!"

The loudspeaker shouted loudly with a red face, raised his hand and pointed at Ye Feng, and retorted to the children: "This is my friend, he bought the white-flour bacon and gave it to me, I didn't steal any of your silver!"

Hearing this, Wang Lang squinted at Ye Feng, a thin young man in thin clothes, smiled contemptuously, raised his hand and pointed at the young man and asked rhetorically:

"Huh~ Just him? You don't look at his poor and sour appearance, you don't have the money to buy a decent clothes, how can you have money? You don't have a paste in your head, right?"

After a pause, Wang Lang put down his hand and came to Ye Feng, raising his chin arrogantly, "Where did you come from?

Ye Feng didn't answer, and quietly looked at this rosacea-nosed young man, his eyes were shining, not angry or happy.

In this palm-sized Nanmi Village, Wang Lang has long been accustomed to it, and at this time, the handsome young man did not say a word, and suddenly touched a certain nerve in him.

Wang Lang turned his head to look at the group of companions behind him, and suddenly became angry, and shouted "Look for death!" Swinging his fist towards Ye Feng's front door, he was so frightened that the horn on the side hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, not daring to look at it again.

Listening to the bang, Wang Lang was not surprised by Ye Feng's kick and flew away.

The children were stunned when they saw this, and when they came back to their senses, they immediately shouted and scolded Ye Feng, but the result was the same, just a few breaths, all the children curled up on the ground with distorted faces, and screamed miserably in their mouths.

"Go, go back. ”

Ye Feng looked back at the short and fat young man who was stunned, turned around and picked up the flour on the ground, and left.

The short and fat boy came back to his senses, secretly glanced at Wang Lang who was lying on the ground, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and hurriedly set off to chase after him.

When he returned to the small courtyard and pushed open the door of the house, Ye Feng suddenly smelled an oncoming dead breath.

When I looked up, I saw that Grandma Trumpet's weak body had been hung on the beam of the house by a straw rope, and it shook gently like a candle in the wind as the cold wind entered.

The old woman's face is pale, her eyes are closed, and her tongue is sticking out, and she has been dead for a long time!

On the kang head of the east house, there was a thick jacket that had just been patched, which was worn by Ye Feng.

"Grandma!"

The horn behind him exclaimed, threw away the sack in his hand, rushed into the house and hugged the old woman's body, squatted down and hurriedly tried to save the old man.

"It's useless...."

Ye Feng squatted down to stop the horn, shook his head, and said softly: "Calm down, Grandma Wang has the intention to commit suicide, let's go into the ground as soon as possible..."

The short and fat boy didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's words, and he kept whimpering in his mouth, and he repeatedly hammered the old man's heart with both hands regardless of it, hoping for a miracle to happen.

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In the evening, in the cemetery outside Nanwei Village, there was a small newly dug grave.

Under the sunset, the short and fat boy knelt in front of the grave, his eyes were blank, his face was full of tears, and his stocky round face was muddy.

The young man Ye Feng carried the basket on his back, wearing the old thick jacket full of patches, his eyes looked at the sky from afar, and he was silent.

After a long time, Ye Feng retracted his gaze and moved to the side of the speaker, squatted down and said softly: "Don't blame your grandma, she just doesn't want to drag you down, she wants you to find your own way without worry." ”

"Woo woo woo~"

The short and fat boy finally responded, and couldn't stop whimpering, and cried out in a slurred voice:

"When I was four years old, I didn't have a mother, it has always been my grandmother who went door-to-door to beg for food to raise me, my father was recruited to Ziwu Pass when I was born, and there has been no news since then, I wait for him to come back under the locust tree every day, because my grandmother said that my father will one day ride a tall horse to stand under the big locust tree to pick us up, take us to Ziwu Pass to enjoy happiness, but... But I've been waiting for ten years, ten years!"

The horn buried his head in the snow, as if trying to escape the harsh reality.

Ye Feng patted him on the shoulder, the force was very heavy, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"That Wang Dongsheng, do you want to kill him?"

When the horn finished crying about the grievances and life experience of these years, Ye Feng squinted at the horn and asked softly, there was a fierce cold light in the young man's eyes.

The short and fat boy stopped sobbing when he heard Ye Feng's words, looked up at the tombstone in front of him blankly, and hesitated, "But... But I..."

Ye Feng vigorously shook the horn's head, stared at his eyes, and asked again in a cold tone:

"I only ask you once, if that Wang Dongsheng is in front of you, do you dare to kill him?"

The young man's expression was a little cruel and hideous that did not match his age, like a hellish Shura.

"I dare!"

The short and fat boy gritted his teeth in response, and in the evening sun, the white teeth of the horn were reflected.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng got up suddenly and strode away.

"Where are you going?"

The horn knelt on the ground and looked back to ask.

"Kill Wang Dongsheng!"