What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

The old man lived a simple life all his life, and even after death he was buried in a simple manner.

His grave stood on the hill, a simple stele, probably because it had not been taken care of for a long time, and many weeds grew on both sides.

Fang Yi has long passed the age of overindulging in pain, he came closer, cleaned up the weeds on both sides, and then put the small bottle of liquor in his hand on the stone platform.

He moved closer and wiped the stele clean inch by inch, with a serious expression as if he was accomplishing something important.

After finishing all this, his expression was stunned for a moment, and he slowly stopped his hands, and reached out to touch the body of the monument with some affection, "Have you missed me these few days?"

"grandfather."

These two words fell lightly and quickly, as if scalding the mouth, they rolled out from the lips quickly.

Fang Jin took a deep breath, and the cold winter wind was swept into his chest along with his breath, making his teeth chatter from the cold.

The exposed fingertips were already red from the cold, but he still touched the cold monument inch by inch with his hands, and there was a deep nostalgia in his brows and eyes, "I dreamed of you a few days ago. You said you want to drink, let me bring it to you no matter what."

Speaking of this, Fang Yu pulled his lips into a smile, bent down and tore off the seal of the bottle, and filled the two wine cups that had been prepared a long time ago.

The wine was poured on the ground, and the mellow aroma of the wine permeated the air, and Fang Chen, who was in it, seemed a little stupefied.

He poured the wine on the ground silently and didn't speak for a while.

"I still remember that you used to hide wine secretly under the bed, and before I had time to take a sip, I took it all to water the flowers..."

The old man has never been greedy for anything in his life, only a sip of wine, and his only wish in his life is that his only grandson can live his life safely and smoothly. As a result, at the last moment of his life, Fang Zhen couldn't make him feel relieved.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu's eyes slowly turned red, "Grandpa, I didn't listen to you and ran back to Nancheng to find him..."

Fang Yi lowered his head slightly, slowly pressed his forehead to the stele, and asked softly, "Will you blame me?"

"But……"

Fang Jin's voice paused.

"He's really nice..."

"I especially like him."

When going down the mountain, Fang Zhen's eyes were a little red, Jiang Huai saw it, and said nothing, but silently took the frozen hand of the person beside him into his palm, and put it tightly in his pocket.

It was almost lunch time now, and the people in the town who had finally found their leisure gathered together in twos and threes, chatting about family affairs.

Therefore, the appearance of these two outsiders is particularly easy to attract attention.

Especially, two strange men who showed an obvious gesture of intimacy.

The town is surrounded by mountains on both sides, with fields and water, and its life is basically self-sufficient. There are few exchanges with other places, so most people in the town are closed-minded. Find out the difference between yourself and these two people.

Fang Yu silently let Jiang Huai lead him through the crowd.

"Fang Yu, you still haven't changed much—"

A broken and hoarse male voice sounded behind him.

Jiang Huai frowned instantly.

Fang Yu squeezed his hand reassuringly, then turned around.

It was a tall young man with rough eyebrows, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were lifted up mockingly, hiding a deep sense of disdain. Scars, at first glance, are quite scary.

"You are……"

"Oh," the man smiled, raised his hand to light the cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Boss Fang is so forgetful, naturally he doesn't remember that there is a number one person like me, but I am always thinking of you .”

He bit the last sentence very hard, and the sternness in the words was like a poisonous snake, which made Fang Zhen very uncomfortable. He frowned, "Sorry, I really don't remember you."

The man didn't respond to these words, but instead turned his gaze to the young man standing beside Fang Jin, with great interest: "New concubine?"

The insult revealed in the words was too strong, and Fang Zhen's face turned completely cold.

It doesn't matter to say that he is fine, but he can't bear to talk about Jiang Huai in front of him.

Seeing the cold face, the man smiled more heartily, his facial features squeezed, and the scar at the corner of his eye was particularly shocking.

"It's not that I said that your grandson is too 'filial'."

"It's not enough to piss grandpa to death, even the new man you have hooked up with can't wait to bring it back, if I remember correctly—"

The man took the cigarette away, and said with a sneer, "It's not been a few years since your grandpa just died."

Fang Yu's lips turned pale, and before he could speak, the person beside him suddenly took a step forward, blocking his entire body tightly and protecting him tightly behind him.

Jiang Huai's aura was too strong, and just standing there doing nothing gave people an aura that did not dare to act rashly. At this moment, he smiled lightly, "What else? Tell me, I'll listen."

The man wasn't sure where he came from, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but he didn't keep his mouth idle, "Isn't he just a butt seller, with such tight protection, how much do you pay him for one night?"

"Ten thousand per hour," Jiang Huai said after a pause, "He will give it to me."

Jiang Huai continued: "Why, are you also interested in me?"

The man's expression froze for a moment strangely, and the trace of fear in his eyes disappeared in an instant, followed by a strong sense of contempt and superiority, and he said: "The ducks in your city are quite expensive."

"It's quite expensive."

Jiang Huai nodded thoughtfully, and took two steps forward.

Before the man could react, he suddenly felt that his shoulders were out of position, followed by a dull pain in his waist, and he fell to his knees uncontrollably.

This happened in a split second, and he broke out in a cold sweat, struggling desperately, "You, what are you doing—"

With this movement, he suddenly felt pain like bone grinding from his shoulders, the pain made his face distorted, and he could only howl intermittently.

Jiang Huai just said calmly behind him: "I forgot to say, I am a professional thug, and I earn [-] per hour."

"This is still a friendly price, which is cheaper for you."

The author has something to say:

One day, Fang Jin made a mistake.

Jiang Huai: Give me a kiss, and I won't be angry anymore.

Fang Jing: Boo.

Another day, Jiang Huai made a mistake.

Jiang Huai: Well, let me kiss you, don't be angry.

Fang Yu:?