The fat man couldn't believe his ears. What was he talking about? What is he saying? His heart was beating frantically, and his whole body was trembling like a frightened bird.
Was his crime forgiven? ! This is impossible, this must be an illusion! It must be an illusion!
How could anyone tolerate him?
When he was extremely conflicted, Zhang Junsheng's little hand inadvertently held his thick little finger, and his voice was very soft: "Brother, I want to make a garland by myself, can you teach me?"
The fat man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhang Junsheng held it tighter. His heart was turbulent, and his thinking had begun to become confusing.
"Okay...it's very simple..." The fat man was still so gentle. He sat among the sea of flowers and knitted again. Zhang Junsheng learned it over and over again, until finally, it was sunset.
Is the setting sun going to take away the last bit of light? The flowers nodded slightly, and the grasses bowed slightly. It seemed like a last farewell. The last few rays of light left to the world shine on this lonely sea of flowers, reflected in the deserted wilderness.
"Okay, finally, take a flower stem and fix it..." The fat man noticed something was wrong and looked around in horror. I saw Zhang Junsheng sleeping sweetly with the fragrance of flowers on his pillow and the afterglow.
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the boy lovingly. For a moment, he almost had the illusion that his life should be like this. No one disturbed me, just sitting quietly, just thinking quietly. He didn't feel lonely. On the contrary, at this moment, he even had some romantic freedom.
His eyes could never be separated from the young man. His innocent sleeping face and his rhythmic breathing all made people feel peaceful. She neither wanted to leave him nor wake him up, just sitting beside him calmly was enough.
Unexpectedly, someone would forgive him and his shameful crime! All this troubled him. If he had rushed forward in one go, Zhang Junsheng would not have been beaten. He really wanted to slap himself and wake up!
Just when he was about to take action, he thought of Zhang Junsheng who was sleeping. Then he put down his raised hand and pinched his arm desperately.
Maybe this will make you feel more at ease.
At night, the breeze blows gently, and the black screen is inlaid with countless twinkling stars. Fireflies rise at the right time, dotting the lonely earth. He was shocked, it turned out that the starry sky could be so beautiful.
"Well..." Zhang Junsheng rubbed his eyes and said in a voice like a spoiled child: "Why did I fall asleep..."
The fat man turned around in a hurry: "You're awake!"
"There are so many stars in the sky!" Zhang Junsheng stretched out his little hand and tried to catch those bright stars. He kept flexing his fingers and looking at the night sky dreamily.
The fat man sat next to him: "Little brother, you can't catch the stars..."
"You can catch it! I've caught it now!" Zhang Junsheng smiled proudly.
"Nonsense, little brother!"
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Zhang Junsheng put his little hand in front of his eyes, and bent his fingers inward to form an O shape. Looking along there, it really seemed like he had caught the stars, or even the entire starry sky!
The fat man smiled softly. The boy in front of him was so innocent and cute. It would be great if it were him.
The two of them were lying side by side in the sea of flowers, with their hands on their pillows, looking at the endless sky and the fireflies flying all over the sky.
"Brother, I actually have a lot of questions, but none of my friends answered me. Can I ask you?"
"Ask, I should know something."
"Do you know...where mother is?"
The fat man choked up and then pointed to the brightest star in the sky: "That's the star. My little brother's mother must be looking at her too. If you also look at her, you've met her."
"Really?" Zhang Junsheng opened his eyes wide and followed the fat man's method. At this time, there was only room for a star between his pupils. Zhang Junsheng believed that at this moment, his mother was also missing him and looking at him.
Zhang Junsheng continued to ask: "Brother, who is Zhang Qingmeng they always talk about?"
"Don't you even know this?" The fat man was a little confused. Is this the child's first contact with the human world? But he still explained in detail:
"Zhang Qingmeng is the current Prime Minister and Prince Zheng. He has a wide range of staff. He is the person I admire the most."
"Why worship him?"
"Think about it, King Zheng raised his army from Wanyang, and walked alone on thin ice until today. He controls the north and is powerful in the world. As long as he dares to think, he dares to do it! But I don't have that kind of courage, and I will always be trampled on by others. It’s just trash…”
Zhang Junsheng rolled among the flowers: "What kind of person is Zhang Qingmeng?"
"My cousin was an official in the court, and I heard something by chance. He said that Zhang Qingmeng was decisive in killing and controlled all the officials with his power. Even the little emperor respected him! It's a pity that such a hero has no son. What a pity. …”
"Why don't you have a son?"
"That's unclear... Rumor has it that there is one, but his whereabouts are unknown."
"That's it!" Zhang Junsheng was very excited. He imagined the image of this hero in his mind, and his admiration grew more and more: "Brother, can you tell me the story of Zhang Qingmeng?"
Hearing this, the fat man trembled all over, and a few rays of light shot out from his cloudy eyeballs: "Do you also want to hear about his deeds?"
"Of course, I feel like this uncle is super awesome!"
So, the fat man talked endlessly about Zhang Qingmeng's story, from the rise of troops in Wanyang to the execution of Zhou Cheng, from outsmarting two countries to the anti-Zheng alliance. Whenever he talks about a critical moment, the fat man always stands up and imitates it, as if he has experienced it himself.
Zhang Junsheng was fascinated by it. This was almost the most passionate story he had ever heard since childhood, and he admired the man named Zhang Qingmeng even more.
"I really want to meet him. That way he can help me find my parents..."
The fat man sighed, sat aside and stroked Zhang Junsheng's smooth hair: "I will definitely find it, don't worry."
"Big brother..." Zhang Junsheng asked in a low voice: "Why do they bully you?"
The fat man's heart tightened. He tried his best to avoid such a topic, but it didn't work. In fact, he didn't know how to answer. It was normal for him to be insulted and beaten because he was a waste.
Apart from his mother, only the boy in front of him was willing to accept him in this world.
"Is this it? Hahaha" the fat man smiled awkwardly: "If you ask me everything now, will you still be able to get it when you get old?"
"Well... okay then" Zhang Junsheng turned around in despair. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and immediately turned back: "Brother, what's your name?"
The fat man didn't answer, just looked at the stars dreamily.
"My name is Zhang Junsheng!"
"Really? The name is really nice." The fat man smiled faintly.
Zhang Junsheng felt that the man in front of him was very kind, just like his own brother.
The two were speechless and lay side by side again, savoring the beauty of the stars and dancing with the light of fireflies on the summer night. It was just so peaceful and there was no need to be forced to think about anything.
And how he wished that time could stay at this moment forever...
