Ten days later. . . . . .
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Early in the morning, as soon as Zi Yang opened his eyes, there was a fierce sound of fighting outside the door. Without even thinking, he knew that it was the two people fighting again.
"It's been a long time coming." Ziyang rubbed his eyes and opened the door. He sat on the threshold and looked at the two people who were not giving in to each other and were tense.
The scene in front of him was all too familiar to him. Before Luo Yuan's ankle bones were broken, the first thing the two sides did after getting up was to fight. This kind of competition basically never stopped.
Even the pouring rain above their heads cannot stop them, and even if they are covered in mud, it will not end until one party withdraws first.
The one scene he still remembers most was the fight between the two in the heavy snow. Thick snowflakes piled up on the ground and had already covered the uppers of the shoes. It was the longest fight.
After the battle, not only the bodies of both sides were covered with ice chips, but also the shoes were covered with a thin layer of ice, with an extremely eye-catching outline like crystal skates.
"No fight, no fight. If I lose you one punch or two kicks today, I will get it back from you tomorrow." Feng Lan patted the shoe prints on her clothes and stopped.
"Zi Yang, let's eat." Luo Yuan waved to the boy and walked to the stone bench next to the stone table to sit down.
Feng Lan followed behind, "Just because your foot injury is fine, I can't bear to be cruel to you, otherwise, this battle that has been going on for more than ten days has just begun."
Luo Yuan took out the buns from his arms, and when he was halfway through eating, he immediately stood up, pointed to the pot on the stove, and asked, "Have you finished all the small fish you grilled yesterday?"
Zi Yang looked at the silver-haired boy with the bun in hand.
Feng Lan puffed up her cheeks, raised her head suddenly, and her throat slipped. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she hurried to the stove, opened the lid, and saw three grilled fish as big as a finger.
He looked at the bun with a mouthful left in his hand and stood quietly, "If you don't tell me sooner or later, just wait until I'm about to finish the bun.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Luo Yuan stepped forward to take a look and laughed loudly: "Zi Yang, come here quickly, there are three grilled fish here, haha!"
After saying that, he took one first, took a bite of the bun, and then took a bite of the crispy grilled fish, and immediately cheered.
After eating, he did not forget to deliberately tease: "Oh, it's a good thing I have half of the buns left, otherwise I would have missed out on this delicious food. Isn't that right, Ziyang?"
The young man knew that he was angry with Fenglan, so he just lowered his head to eat and did not answer.
Feng Lan used the dialect of her hometown and reminded her in a weird tone: "The sun is already high, why don't you go chop wood? What are you waiting for?"
"Okay, okay, let's go, I'll go." Luo Yuan returned to the house with a smile.
Soon after, he carried a three-foot stone sword on his back and an ax in his hand. He wrapped a hemp rope around a pole and carried it behind his shoulders. He stood outside the fence gate, smiled and waved to the two of them, and then went into the mountain alone.
"Seeing him like that, I really want to rush over and punch him." Feng Lan turned to look at the young man and grinned: "Zi Yang, it's time for us to set off."
The young man hummed and nodded happily. He recently went fishing with the silver-haired young man and really enjoyed the peaceful time.
Feng Lan put on a bamboo hat and put the fishing rod on her shoulders. The boy walked in front with the fish basket on his back. The two walked towards the seaside along the narrow path that was rugged and only suitable for one person to walk.
"Zi Yang, have you ever thought about leaving this place when you grow up?" When the two of them saw the sea and went down the steep slope, the voice of the silver-haired boy suddenly came from behind.
The young man jumped down the steep slope, looked at the endless sea, and said with a wry smile: "If I look like this, no matter where I go, I will be hated by people."
"As for leaving here, I haven't even thought about it."
It's not that the young man hasn't thought about it, but he doesn't dare to think about it.
He couldn't imagine how people in the strange world outside would look at him. Although the people in the town didn't like him, they made things difficult for him and even beat him often. That was because he had an animal paw.
Non-my family, its heart must be different. He still knows this truth.
At least he can live peacefully here, but once he leaves and enters the outside world, will people still just bully him like they are now?
Especially when being targeted by some cultivators, will they let this boy with the beast's palms go? It was obvious that they would not let him go, and the boy would be locked up and become the subject of their research.
What awaits him will be death.
Compared with the vicious world outside, living here is the safest place.
Feng Lan put her arm on the young man's shoulder and said with sincere eyes: "In the future, even if everyone in the world regards you as my enemy, I will stand up and protect you regardless of my own safety."
The corners of the boy's eyes were wet, his nose twitched, and he said optimistically: "Actually, the people in the town are not bad people. They are just afraid of me, so they try to drive me away."
Feng Lan's pupils moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile. How could he not know the young man's thoughts. This silver-haired boy who is good at observation can connect to the root of things through a few clues, and his terrifying judgment ability is far beyond comparison.
He didn't say anything clearly, just nodded slightly.
The two of them walked on the trestle. Every time they took a step, the logs under their feet would make a tapping sound, followed by a slight shaking.
Feng Lan sat on the edge of the trestle, her legs hanging in mid-air, holding a fishing rod in her hand, slowly closing her eyes, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait.
The young man placed the fish basket beside him, sat cross-legged, supported his cheeks with his palms, tilted his head, and looked at the blue sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wu Zhengzhen
Youwanxin put one hand on his abdomen and the other behind his back, leaning back slightly, wandering leisurely in the alley, looking at this and that.
Finally, he wandered around and came to the bun shop in Green Willow Lane.
"Hey, bring me two buns. I'm almost starving now. Hurry up!" Xianhan stood fifty steps away from the bun shop and yelled.
Lin Xiaojie just packed the cage and said casually without even looking at him: "Are you so afraid of me?"
When the idle man heard this, his face changed instantly, he stepped forward, grabbed him by the lapel, and said angrily: "Who am I? Why am I afraid of you, a bun seller? Man, I advise you to speak politely."
"In this town, even if I have a salary of 10,000 yuan, I won't be afraid of anyone."
Seeing that the idle man took the lead, the people around him stopped to watch. They all remembered that the last time Lin Xiaojie had ten thousand salary in his hands, he left without getting it.
It was only ten days apart, and Xianhan deliberately started a "war" again. The two of them were at war with each other. No one was afraid of the other, and they looked like they were about to fight.
The bold young people gathered in an instant and surrounded the two of them. For a time, Lin's Baozi Shop could be said to be overcrowded.
At this moment, two strangers came outside the town.
An old man who was over sixty years old with gray hair was dressed in simple cloth, but his eyes were extremely clear and bright, as clear as spring water. He put his hands behind his back and carefully looked at the scenery of the town.
Following behind the old man was an honest and honest young man with a shiny face and a happy face, giving people a harmless look.
As he walked, the old man raised his withered palms and pointed at some gadgets in the town that he had never seen before. He seemed very nostalgic and kept looking back like a child.
The honest young man was extremely helpless and did not dare to say anything.
The two of them walked along the alley and came to Green Willow Lane. The old man saw a group of people gathered together. He was extremely curious and was instantly attracted.
Lin Xiaojie pushed Xianhan's arm away and said calmly: "Take the bun and leave."
For some unknown reason, the calm and composed You Wanxin's expression suddenly changed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his body was shaking violently.
He looked around, and when he saw the old man's kind and kind face, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, like a mouse seeing a cat, pushed away the surrounding crowd, and strode away.
As You Wanxin left, the people surrounding him dispersed.
The old man looked at Lin Xiaojie, nodded slightly and smiled. The filial son had a complicated expression and didn't know how to face him. Then, the old man pointed at the idle man's back and winked sideways at the honest young man, who quickly chased after him.
"That man in front of me, my master has a few words to tell you."
Youwanxin quickened his pace and was about to turn around and walk out of Green Willow Alley when a powerful voice sounded behind him. After hearing the shout, Xianhan instinctively retracted the foot that had not yet landed, and stood straight on the spot without moving.
The old man walked up with his hands behind his back, leaned forward, tilted his head, stared at the idle man carefully, and asked seriously: "What's your name?"
You Wanxin closed his eyes tightly, his palms were full of sweat, and did not answer.
The old man looked helplessly at the honest young man. The young man spread his hands and the old man said again: "I asked you what your name is. Don't you have a name?"
After a while, no sound came out.
"Speak! Are you mute?" The old man's tone was slightly serious, as if he was angry.
The idle man's body trembled violently, but he still refused to say a word.
The people who had originally dispersed opened their eyes wide when they saw this scene. In their hearts, Wanwan Salary was a bully, and their image of fearlessness immediately collapsed.
You know, Lin Xiaojie is not afraid of him, but the old man in front of him can scare him. He is so stunned that he dare not say a word in front of the old man.
boom!
The old man raised his foot and kicked the idle man on the butt. When he saw that he didn't move, he kicked him four times in succession, and chanted loudly: "Speak! Speak! Are you deaf?!"
The idle man let the old man kick and beat him without saying a word.
Poof!
The honest young man beside him couldn't help laughing. Seeing the sharp look from the old man, he immediately covered his mouth with both hands and suppressed his laughter.
The old man kicked Wanwan Salary five times, and then stopped beating him. He pointed at the idle man, turned to look at the honest young man, and asked, "Should he be beaten?"
"It's time to hit!"
"Am I doing the right thing?"
Before the honest young man could answer, the idle man clenched his fists, looked up to the sky, and shouted loudly: "Yes!"
After saying that, he ran like lightning and ran like crazy. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the alley, stirring up thousands of dust behind him.
The old man looked at the figure of the idle man, slowly stroking his white beard, and finally laughed heartily.
