"Where are you from?" A big boy with a big shiny forehead, thick lips, and a very neat row of teeth asked curiously, staring at Long Xing who came in.
"We didn't come here from Beitang Village on foot, we came by boat! We can't walk on water, so we floated here." Long Xing replied.
Looking at the strange boy, Long Xing was puzzled. This was the first time someone took the initiative to talk to him.
A big boy, with handsome eyes under sword-shaped brows and a refreshing face. He looks impressive, the child of Uncle Long Xing's family.
"From now on, call me Brother Jianfeng and follow me!" The big boy looked at the sick Long Xing and his tone was unquestionable. Long Xing looked at the big boy who was speaking. With all his eyesight, he saw the slightly strong muscles under the short coat. He compared the expression on the delicate face and nodded noncommittally.
In Long Xing's heart, there is a secret that only he knows: he can see through all appearances, and the texture of the wood is clearly visible.
This was an ability he had by chance. He didn't know why, but at that moment when the morning glow came into his eyes, he knew he was different.
He was forced to leave Yiqiao Town and came to his grandmother's house. On the first day, he was taken under the control of the older boy and he had no resistance in his heart.
First of all, the most important thing is that you are weak and have no strength. Secondly, I don’t know anyone except my grandma who is unfamiliar with the place. Facing strangers, Long Xing chose to tolerate them.
Overnight, he lost his father and everything in his life, and became the ominous member of the family. This sudden change deprived Longxing of the most important resource in its growth path.
It was a blessing to be taken in by his grandmother. Long Xing shook his head bitterly. Long Xing felt aggrieved because he was born without maternal love and his alcoholic father often scolded him.
All his friends ridiculed him, not knowing why his fate was like this. As his confusion increased, he grew older, and many things were wrong, making Long Xing full of confusion and unwillingness.
When he grows up, he must understand the truth about his father's death. He doesn't believe that it was just an accident.
Sighing silently, Long Xing suddenly turned his head and greeted his grandmother who came in through the door: "Grandma, I'm hungry."
"Little devil, you are hungry as soon as you get home. You are really a starving devil!"
"Don't you know how valuable food is? It seems like someone has really sent you out earlier." The funny grandma babbled angrily.
"Little ghost head, haha, sounds good, I will call you that too from now on." The big boy Jianfeng grinned, laughing and shouting along with his grandmother.
"Come with me, I'll get you some delicious food, little ghost head, haha..." He took Long Xing's arm and walked out.
He led Long Xing across a yard and arrived at a one-bedroom house. Jianfeng let go of his hand and ran to a cabinet, groping for a while. What was held up to Long Xing's eyes was a piece of crispy pancake.
"Eat this, my dad brought it back from outside. It's delicious." Jianfeng's expression was sincere and showing off.
Long Xing took the pancake, held it carefully in his hand, and looked at the big boy's eager expression. I put it in my mouth and took a bite. It was crunchy and sweet, and my mouth was full of crispiness.
"Yeah, it's delicious." Long Xing looked at the big boy gratefully.
When they met on the first day, Long Xing felt that they were like good friends. Perhaps in Long Xing's mind, the feeling of being rejected all the time was too profound, but suddenly there was a peer of his own age who could move him with a little warmth.
The piece of cake was quickly eaten. Long Xing smacked his lips and looked at the big boy: "Cousin Jianfeng, are there any more?"
The big boy hurriedly waved his hands, "No more! No more! I can't bear to eat it myself. Not anymore!" Looking at his expression, he was afraid that Long Xing would want it again, and it was obvious that he couldn't bear it.
Long Xing was a little disappointed, turned around and walked out of the room. A pancake was not enough to fit between the teeth, but it was so delicious that Long Xing felt even hungrier. I can only go to my grandma to grind it out and get some food to fill my hungry belly.
It was the first time for Long Xing to go to his grandmother's house because his mother died due to birth. The uncle and grandma's family members disliked this nephew very much.
After all, Long Xing's mother was a family member they had lived with for many years. There is no intimacy with the kid who appears out of nowhere.
There are many rooms in Grandma Longxing’s house. Here, wherever you look, no matter which direction you look, far or near, there are always small windows like matchboxes, which are dark. Looking down, there is no color at all. .
Behind those black windows lived Grandma Longxing’s extended family, three uncles and their children. There are more than a dozen people in the family, and the yard is messy. The children's playing can only be quieted down when they are beaten and crying.
The three circular side rooms are adjacent to grandpa's big room. Many times, the children would gather together in the big yard to play poker and chess, like penguins gathering together.
But among the bunch of back figures, a different little boy in a dark coat can now be seen, Long Xing.
There was a sense of hatred everywhere in my grandmother's house. Brothers and sisters, including Longxing's grandfather, all treated the children as enemies, and they were often beaten until the children cried. The more resistance there is, the more intense it becomes.
Long Xing's arrival has not yet fully penetrated into the family, but he can sense a kind of old grudge in the grandma's outward kindness.
It is obvious that if there is one more person to eat, the original residents of the house will have objections and be inexplicably xenophobic.
Because Long Xing had never met his mother, and he couldn't find any trace of his mother from his grandmother, he had no idea of that kind of family love.
Long Xing, who had been hungry for a long time after climbing mountains and crossing rivers, felt even hungrier after eating a shortbread.
"Haha, where did this little guy come from?" A laugh came from outside.
As soon as the door rang, a middle-aged man walked over, with an unmistakable smile on his face, staring at the strange young man in the room who was with his son Jianfeng.
The middle-aged man is wearing a gray-blue coat, and his steps are somewhat coercive and solemn. The thick eyebrows on his face were a bit sinister. The person who came in was Long Xing's uncle, Yang Biao, the father of the eldest boy Jian Feng.
The owner of a small processing factory. He runs a quarrying and lumber business, and he often brings delicious food to his son Jianfeng when he comes home. His cousin Jianfeng is the only son he loves.
"Dad, why are you back?" Looking at the middle-aged man, Jianfeng had a broad smile on his face.
The father in front of him was the one who doted on him the most. Jianfeng knew that there was something delicious again, so he surrounded his father and rummaged through his bag affectionately.
"This is Xiao Guitou, grandma brought it back!" Jian Feng happily said to his father.
Yang Biao came closer and carefully looked at Long Xing in front of him, and vaguely found a familiar shadow in the dark eyes. He has already guessed Long Xing's identity...
