Who is it? Jiang Sheng, Xiaosi, or Xiaowu.
I still remember that my father once mentioned in casual conversations that as an elder brother, he should set an example, protect his younger siblings, and take responsibility.
Fang Heng didn't have any younger siblings when he was young, so he didn't quite understand.
Later, the actions of his second uncle's family made him feel dusty, and he often doubted his father's words.
It wasn't until he met Jiang Sheng, his responsible brothers, and his well-behaved and smart brothers that Fang Heng understood the meaning of the word "brother."
He is Fang Laosan, Jiang Sheng's third brother. He cannot die in Northern Xinjiang. He will proudly return to Fengjing to avenge his parents and hold up half the sky for his younger brothers and sisters.
The half-kneeling body suddenly erupted, and the sharp blade sliced across his neck.
Blood sprayed on the side of the heroic face. The moment Fang Heng stopped, the whole world froze.
A moment later, the two figures fell to the ground, dying in pain and unwillingness.
But the girl with pigtails will never jump up and down on a broom again, let alone say "Aga" with a smile.
In October, a cold wind blew in northern Xinjiang, so cold that people shivered.
Fang Heng knelt down, picked up the pigtailed girl's body, and shed a tear from the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, the dreamlike "Third Brother" sounded in my ears again.
Fang Heng was startled for a moment, wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around and saw a carriage approaching at a gallop, with two monkeys sitting on the shaft, looking miserable from head to toe.
And the sound "Third Brother" was made by one of the monkeys.
Fang Heng put down the girl with pigtails and held the knife on the side of her body at the same time.
Soon the carriage stopped, and one of the people on the carriage collapsed to the ground, and the other crawled over on hands and knees, wiping the dirt with his sleeves, revealing a familiar face.
"Jiang San?"
Fang Heng thought he must be crazy. First he heard someone calling him Third Brother, and now he saw Jiang San.
When did he become Jiang San's third brother?
But at this moment, Jiang San pinched his throat and shouted coyly, "Third Brother!"
Fang Heng's knife almost flew out uncontrollably.
"Young master, please don't do anything." Jiang San quickly returned to normal and explained in a young man's voice, "The girl asked me to call you Third Brother on her behalf."
In order to imitate Jiang Sheng, he deliberately tightened his throat.
Although Master Fang gritted his teeth, Jiang San was still happy and felt that he had completed the task assigned by the girl.
"Why are you here?" Fang Heng finally calmed down, "Who else is there? Jiang Si?"
Jiang San shook his head, and then he remembered Gao Yan, and quickly helped him up from the ground to breathe.
This journey was too hard. Jiang San could endure it if he had the time, but Gao Yan almost died on the road.
"Jiang Si didn't come, he was left to protect the girl." Jiang San opened his mouth and kept chattering, "The young masters are not in Anshui County. They went to Fengjing and encountered many things. The eldest young master wrote you a letter and the girl brought it to you. Food, drink, clothing, and supplies are all in the carriage.”
"We found the army in Northern Xinjiang all the way, asked the young master's name, and learned his specific location, so we rushed all the way. Fortunately, we saw the young master, and fortunately we didn't miss him..."
Fang Heng really didn't have the patience to listen, so he ran to the carriage to dig out Xu Mo's letter and read it carefully.
It turns out that so many things happened after he left.
It turned out that his departure did not calm Wang Yuyao's hatred, and she still forced her brothers and sisters to go to Fengjing.
It turns out that the family went from being rich to being extremely poor. It turns out that Zhu Zhi is still alive and well. It turns out that the eldest brother has always hated Zhu Zhi.
Fang Heng couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes moistened as he smiled.
He doesn't regret leaving home, but he regrets not being a part of their lives.
It's just that life is so long, there will be reunion when there is separation.
Sooner or later, Fang Laosan will return from Northern Xinjiang in an upright manner, carrying honor and pride to support his brothers and sisters.
Fang Heng put away the envelope.
It’s not that I’m done watching, but the sound of horse hooves is heard all around.
Not long after the meeting, the people from the 10th Team came back. When they saw the mess on the ground, they were first surprised, and then they were surprised when they saw Jiang San.
"Third brother!" Someone said something.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang One, Jiang Two, Jiang Five, Jiang Six, Jiang Seven, and Eight all gathered in front of Jiang San, either observing or talking to each other.
Fang Heng suddenly realized that Jiang San was also someone else's third brother.
In the world of these eight children, they are also their own protagonists, with emotions and stories unique to them.
Fang Heng felt soft-hearted and sat on the carriage shaft, reading the letter and looking through the things in the carriage.
The letter was handwritten by the eldest brother, but there were many pauses in the middle, and there were also a few crooked calligraphy sentences. It should have been written by Jiang Sheng.
The picture of writing the letter came to his mind.
Xu Mo unfolded the letter carefully and solemnly picked up the pen: "Third brother Fang Heng, I read the words as if I had met him before." It's been a good time in northern Xinjiang. It's cold and freezing. Please keep warm. The five of us have moved from Anshui County to Fengjing. Everything is going very well. Don't worry about it. The second child has already set up a workshop, and the family's income is acceptable...
Jiang Sheng suddenly jumped up next to him, "Brother, the second brother didn't buy it alone. I also bought it, and I also have help."
Xu Mo could only hold the tip of his pen once, and added the last sentence with difficulty: Jiang Sheng also helped and contributed greatly to the workshop. Don't worry, Laosan, everything is fine in life.
The little girl nodded with satisfaction, picked up the peach cake on the table, and took a bite. Unexpectedly, the peach cake was too crispy and full of paper residue fell out.
Xu Mo had no choice but to hold his forehead and brush it off carefully, but there were still oil stains left. He could only write: "My little sister is naughty and chews the peach cake, I hope the fragrance of the cake will pass on to my thoughts."
Qingfeng Jiyue's eldest brother was always known for his neat notes and clean papers when answering papers. When he met his greedy sister, he had no choice but to send letters with oil stains.
But Fang Heng didn't care. He took a deep breath of the peach scent on the envelope, as if he was smelling the burning family love from thousands of miles away.
