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Zhuo Yifan met Fang Jingyao when he was 13 years old.At that time, he had just been shortlisted for a well-known domestic manga newcomer award, and he was the youngest artist among them. Although he tried his best to make an expression of "I'm really annoyed that the judges keep giving me the award", but in his heart Still a little proud.

He was wearing a small black suit carefully selected by himself. He would usually wear it when his parents took him to a banquet. The pretty little face has a triumphant expression, just like a little peacock with its tail open.

The few people next to him seemed to be award-winning contestants, and Zhuo Yifan didn't know them very well, so he just sat there and acted coldly.

Sitting next to him is a boy a few years older than him, who looks like a college student. It seems that he stayed up late last night and didn't sleep well. They came to the venue early, and this man lowered the brim of his hat and squinted at the guest seat. meeting.

Zhuo Yifan squinted at him several times, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this person was really unprofessional!

They are guests, sitting in this position and attracting attention, how can they sleep!

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him again, and could only see half of his face under the shadow of the baseball cap. The other person had a straight nose and handsome lips. His long legs overlapped in the narrow seating space. If you get up, it will be very high, right?Well, I guess it's pretty cool...

As he was thinking wildly, he saw the staff member wearing a headset bent over, lowered his figure, pushed him gently, and said something to him in a low voice.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but began to gloat, he just said, for such a formal awards ceremony, he would definitely be arrested for sleeping!He is usually supervised by his teacher in class, so how could no one care about receiving the award!

Zhuo Yifan, who has just stepped into the society, uses his common sense to try to understand the adult world. While praising his cleverness, he proudly raised his little chin.

The person next to him nodded quickly, and after the staff left, he also took off his hat, yawned and woke up completely.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but tried to look over from the corner of his eye, just in time a beam of chasing light came over and swept across the people in the first row, and Zhuo Yifan made eye contact with that person.

The other party laughed happily: "Hey kid, squinting!"

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Zhuo Yifan turned to look at him, and said dryly, "I've been sitting for too long, move around a bit." After speaking, he turned his head, as if what he said was true.

The man who looked like a big boy was also smiling. He didn't expose him, but he seemed to have a good temper.

Zhuo Yifan's face was stinky, and he thought that this person looked similar to what he thought, he was quite handsome, but his attitude was a little frivolous.

The other party was an acquaintance, and after waking up, he took the initiative to chat with Zhuo Yifan and gave him a stick of chewing gum. Zhuo Yifan reservedly refused, but the other party had no intention of taking it back at all, and approached him again. He smiled and said, "Chew it first, spit it out on the wrapping paper and throw it away. The main thing is to relax, and you won't be nervous when you go on stage."

Zhuo Yifan hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and thanked him a little coyly.

The other party laughed immediately, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, squeezed his eyes and said: "To tell you the truth, I am also nervous, and my calf is about to twist."

Zhuo Yifan laughed immediately, and quickly raised his eyebrows and said, "You are lying, you were still sleeping just now!"

The man said: "Hey, it's all my fault that I played cards with those people too late last night. You don't know, those grandsons refused to leave after losing the game. They insisted on fighting until dawn, and I kicked them out in the end. Just now, I fell asleep and dreamed about exams, and I didn't sleep well..."

Zhuo Yifan was surprised and said, "Do you have any friends here? Who do you play cards with?"

The man casually pointed to the people sitting in a few rows nearby, and said a few names. Zhuo Yifan looked over, and he vaguely remembered a few people who had won the Excellence Award, and his waist straightened up immediately.He is the second prize, much better than those excellent awards!

Zhuo Yifan waited for the man to finish speaking, but he didn't see him asking himself, so he couldn't help being a little impatient, but how can a giant like him declare himself, it's best to let the other party know his strength unintentionally.Zhuo Yifan wittily took out a small pad from his pocket, and then took out a pen, and said, "You just gave me chewing gum, and I don't have anything to give you in return. Let me draw a sign for you."

Then he carefully drew a handsome man with a side face, and handed it over triumphantly, waiting for the other party to be surprised and praised.

"Oh, the drawing is not bad!" The other party was quite surprised, but he quickly took the pen in his hand and re-drawn a few parts for him, and said with a smile: "But the direction of the bones here is not right. , Look, the skull should be like this, so the twisted arc cannot be so large."

Zhuo Yifan devoted himself to showing off his skills, but in the end, the person modified most of the picture. He was a little unhappy and wanted to get it back, but when his eyes fell on the picture, he was quickly attracted by that person, or that person The hand holding the pen has slender and flexible fingers, but with a slight adjustment, the picture he drew feels different.

Waiting for the correction to be completed, the man also enthusiastically explained the storyboard and composition to him. Zhuo Yifan had never heard of these, but when he was groping before, he also felt that the storyboard was powerless, and he said that he wanted to prick up his ears. Listen, but after listening to it for a while, he blushed again. He was acting brave just now, but now... he sneaked a glance at the other party. The big boy didn't care at all, he was still smiling, and he was also a guy who was happy when he talked about painting.

Zhuo Yifan let go of the awkwardness in his heart a little bit.

The other party praised him and said: "But you are still young, it would be great to be able to draw like this now, really, much better than me at the beginning!"

Zhuo Yifan's eyes lit up, yes, he's only 13!

Among the finalists, the closest to his age is a 16-year-old girl, and the rest are adults. Zhuo Yifan is complacent and feels that he is similar to the adults around him now. After two years, he will definitely be better than the one around him who guides him. Still great.

It is simply a star of tomorrow!

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The boy in the second grade couldn't help but puffed out his small chest and began to swell.

The big boy next to him was very popular, and people in the back row deliberately came over to talk to him. He could chat with anyone, and he looked very handsome with a smile on his face.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him for a while, and turned his head reluctantly, but he didn't come forward to talk to him.

The person next to him quickly followed the staff and left. Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but take another look, feeling a little puzzled, this guy is quite strong, did he not get a prize if he went out so early?Shouldn't it?

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of a reason, so I just stopped thinking about it and continued to wait in the venue honestly.He won the award this time, and he has to give a speech on stage!

The host on the stage first invited the leader to give a speech according to the usual practice. Zhuo Yifan looked at the stage with a sullen face and didn't make any expression. Occasionally, when the camera swept over the far lens, he could only see a mature and stable boy.But his heart is already anxious: why not start!How could those leaders talk so much! !Is it they or the leader who won the award, what are those old men talking on stage all the time...? !

The young Zhuo Yifan couldn't wait to start his performance, shaking his knees in the dark, wanting to flick his tail.

The award presentation soon began. The first wave was the Excellence Award. A dozen places were awarded quickly. The dozen or so contestants on the stage bowed collectively, and then came down without giving a chance to speak.

Next is the third prize. There are four winners. One of the boys wearing glasses belongs to the same studio as the people around him, and the other two participated in their personal capacity.The host interviewed them briefly, and everyone had a few minutes to speak, but they all spoke quite well.Among them, the two winners from the same studio, after thanking the readers and the company, they mainly thanked their master.

Zhuo Yifan was very interested in listening. He is self-taught, and he has been groping all the way to paint. It is all based on his own hobbies and enthusiasm. He never thought that he could still have a master!

Not a teacher, but a master.

Zhuo Yifan touched the word carefully, and felt that it sounded awesome. It had a sense of ritual of martial arts inheritance. It is really fashionable to pass on skills and skills!

Zhuo Yifan, who was only 13 years old, was filled with the aura corresponding to his age, and these words just hit the red spot in his heart.After he looked at the two people who won the third prize on the stage, there was a rare look of envy in his eyes.

They all have masters!

I really want a master too!

But who can be good enough to be my master... He glanced at the vacant seat beside him out of the corner of his eye. The person just now had some skills, but he didn't seem to have won any great awards, and he still has so many friends. He can talk, how can he be his master alone!Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan lowered the corners of his lips again, putting on a cold and inviolable expression. He felt that he was so awesome that no one could be his master for the time being.

When the last person for the third prize gave a speech, the staff came to Zhuo Yifan who was in the guest seat, and whispered: "It's your turn next, please follow me."

Zhuo Yifan shook his collar, stood up with a serious face, and followed the staff.

This time he was the best among the newcomers and won a second prize.And this time there are only two people on stage to receive the award, one is Zhuo Yifan, and the other is a girl who was shortlisted last year.

The girl was wearing a cotton and linen oversized dress, with long black hair hanging down to her waist. She was beautiful, frail and slender, and seemed to have a good personality, with a bright sadness, which was the most popular one nowadays. payment.Just standing there, the girl feels like a full-fledged literary girl, and the theme of the painting is also different from Zhuo Yifan's kind of hot-blooded boy comics. It is a short story about the youthful sadness of losing oneself in the steel jungle.

According to the principle of ladies first, the host let the girl start speaking first.

Zhuo Yifan stood aside with a sullen expression, trying to raise his eyebrows on his round face, like a cruel boy.But when the girl spoke, he pricked up his ears to listen to what the other party was saying. It was his first time participating in such an occasion and he had no experience.

The girl spoke very well. After thanking a group of people, she expressed a little emotion about herself.She looked up at the ceiling of the venue at a 45-degree angle, revealing a slender and beautiful white neck, and sighed: "I am 17 years old this year, and I feel that I am old in an instant, but the youth I wrote with notes is immortal. "

Zhuo Yifan: "...???"

Zhuo Yifan had never played such an operation before. For the first time, he knew that he was only four years old from the old age, and he even felt a little flustered in his heart.

In a sense, the spiritual world of the young man who only played stand-alone games and loved comics was greatly impacted. He forgot what he wanted to say just now, so when it was the host’s turn to ask him how he felt, he responded There was only a long silence.

Host: "Does our little Zhuo have anything to say?"

The delicate and beautiful little boy stepped forward, raised the trophy in his hand and said bluntly, "Thank you myself."

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the audience, and the host laughed too, but he waited for a while and was a little dumbfounded when he saw that Zhuo Yifan had no intention of speaking anymore—this kid was seriously saying his acceptance speech, not joking ah?

The host stepped forward to break the deadlock, forced a smile and said, "Our little contestant looks a little nervous, but it doesn't matter. He is only 13 years old and has achieved such a good result. It is really gratifying. Here Let's congratulate this young contestant with applause first!" After the applause ended, the host said wittily: "Now, does our little Zhuo think of important people, or who should he thank?"

Zhuo Yifan thought about it seriously, then shook his head stiffly and said, "It's gone."

His painting is entirely his own business, all based on his own mind, love and exploration, he has never asked anyone for help, his parents have their own business to do, and he never thought that his son would have such a hobby .So after thinking about it for a while, he really couldn't think of anyone he should be grateful for besides himself.

The scene was a bit cold, and the host couldn't continue the chat no matter how witty they were, and quickly invited them to the audience.Then he announced in an enthusiastic voice: "Next, we invite the No.1 winner, Fang Jingyao!"

Zhuo Yifan was holding his certificate and trophy and sat in the guest seat under the stage. Hearing what the host said, he hurriedly looked up to the stage.He, No.2, is not too convinced of the girl who stood there with him just now, because the girl's magazine votes accounted for a certain proportion. Zhuo Yifan is completely from his own wild background, and he thinks this kind of adulteration? Shuo Chan Does it mean that there is no meaning in comparison with yourself?

From the very beginning, his gaze was locked on the No.1 person. The teenager's eyes were black and bright, and he was burning with fighting spirit.

No.1 has only one person, and all the spotlights are on that one person. He walked onto the stage calmly, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and his hair is glowing yellow. Under the dizzy light, it looked soft and bright, just like his smile, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off.

It was a handsome big boy, sunny and handsome, and people couldn't help feeling fond of him just by looking at him.

Zhuo Yifan stared at him in a daze for a while. He had guessed that the other party was a four-eyed boy wearing glasses, and he had also guessed that the other party was a meticulous adult with a serious face, but he never thought that No.1 would be The guy who was sitting next to me just now, wearing a hat and sleeping lazily.

The man named Fang Jingyao had the entire stage to himself, standing on it like a natural light spotter, whether he lowered his head slightly to listen to the host's questions seriously, or bent his eyes with a smile to answer questions wittily, it was easy to let Everyone locked their eyes on him and nodded with a friendly smile.

Fang Jingyao also thanked many people, most of them were friends, and even thanked the members of the jury behind him, who were very personable.Then he cherished the trophy in his hand and said: "When I saw this trophy in a magazine before, I thought that it must be very heavy in my hand because it is so big. Thinking about it is a lot more heavy, it seems that the organizer spent a lot of money, and the quality of the trophy is really good!"

Everyone laughed.

Fang Jingyao also smiled, and then moved closer to the microphone, his eyes seemed to be shining: "I like this trophy very much. To me, it is not only a bonus and honor, but also a proof of my dream. It tells me that I am I can walk in front of everyone with only one pen and be a better self. I will use this money to prepare my first full-length comic. I look forward to seeing you in the next few days and also I look forward to continuing to meet you here next year! It’s settled, everyone, see you there!”

After the man finished speaking, he kissed the trophy, and when he lifted it up again, there was continuous applause in the venue.What he said was sincere, and that kiss was also sincere. It could be seen that he was really happy for winning the award.

It is also the one who is the most happy among all the winners.

Fang Jingyao's happiness easily infected the people in the venue. When many people looked at him, their eyes were also warm.

Zhuo Yifan was also one of them. He looked at the man in a daze, and unconsciously clenched the silver-white trophy in his hand with his fingers.

He suddenly felt that what he said just now was very bad, and he also remembered what he originally wanted to say.

He wants to say that he is very happy, whether it is the ability to freely control a small world on paper with a pen, or the excitement of being selected and seen, he is very happy. He still remembers the first time he wrote a letter to himself. Reader, he still has that letter, he has always wanted to thank the other party...

Zhuo Yifan watched the man walk down from the stage, walked to his side and sat down again, this time he turned his face to look at the other person seriously, with a feeling of admiration in his heart.Maybe it was because his gaze was too straightforward, the other party noticed it and turned his head to smile at him, Zhuo Yifan's face was hot, he immediately straightened his back and snorted: "You, you are very powerful."

Fang Jingyao was a little surprised, but soon smiled: "You are also very capable."

Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt a sense of arrogance, and he said to Fang Jingyao: "I will be more capable in the future, just wait and see, I will take it away sooner or later!" He pointed to the only one in Fang Jingyao's hand. With the golden trophy, he raised his face and said, "I will beat you!"

Fang Jingyao was so amused by the kid, he laughed and said, "Okay, but next year you have to be shortlisted first, and then enter the finals. I'll wait for you!"

Hearing what he said, Zhuo Yifan was a little excited and a little excited, his little face was flushed, he thought a lot but didn't know what to say, and finally he raised his head and let out a "hum", and didn't do anything with the other party anymore. communicated.

He said he didn't communicate, but after they received the award this time, he took the initiative to add Fang Jingyao in private, and sent him all the pictures he thought were good, with a look of "Isn't Dad great?" .

But this kind of young boy's emotion was conveyed to Fang Jingyao, and he changed it into "Dad, let's see if I am good." Fang Jingyao rolled up his sleeves lovingly and changed the picture for him. Still sweet.

The two communicated stumblingly for more than two years, and Zhuo Yifan won No.2 twice.

But this time he was convinced, Fang Jingyao is now his master, how normal is it for his master to take the first place!Not only was Zhuo Yifan not angry, but he was a little bit complacent, thinking that their master and apprentice were simply sweeping all the awards in the circle, unmatched by anyone, and extremely awesome.

In the year of his high school entrance examination, his family did not enroll him in the high school attached to the Academy of Fine Arts, Zhuo Yifan was a little frustrated.

Fang Jingyao contacted him deliberately, and comforted him: "It's okay, Yifan, if you think about it, you didn't go to a professional school before, and you still won the prize, and you are better than them!" After he praised his apprentice, he praised himself again, "Besides me, who else do you have to be afraid of?"

Zhuo Yifan also became happy, nodded and said: "Yes, Master, I figured it out! I am so powerful, I can stand out everywhere, and I will walk around the world with a pen with Master, and they will cry and call Dad!"

Fang Jingyao was very happy, nodded and said: "Yes, my apprentice should be so domineering, I didn't hurt you for nothing."

The tail on the back of Zhuo Yifan's ass almost broke, and he was so proud.

Zhuo Yifan has just lived for 15 years in this life. During these 15 years, he has never encountered anything unpleasant. His family background is superior, his appearance is outstanding, and he can get whatever he wants.Even two years ago when he found out that he likes to draw pictures, he won a big prize. Even though there was still a person on his head, but that person was his master—it was so smooth and smooth, as happy as if he was living on a never-ending island the little prince.

If he hadn't experienced his parents' divorce, he might have been living such an innocent and arrogant life.

He just glanced up from the picture book he was obsessed with, and before he could share his joy with his parents, his whole face turned pale from the shock.

Neverland is still there, but he is no longer happy. His father and mother are rich in financial resources, and they are vying to pamper him and want to use money to rebuild Neverland for him, but the one in his heart has collapsed. It sank to the bottom of the sea.

He has no home.

His father had a new home with another woman, and his mother had a new family with a strange man, but his home was gone.

Zhuo Yifan refused to follow anyone, and insisted on living in the house where he grew up. The five-story garden house was still warm and beautifully decorated, but it was empty and without any warmth.

He was only 15 years old, no matter how hard he tried to pretend nothing had happened, he still panicked.

He couldn't draw anymore, and he didn't want to do anything. He started playing truant and hid for a day in a panic. When he saw his parents, he was worried about being scolded, but they asked him with concern. This look of guilt and sympathy stabbed Zhuo Yifan severely.

He shook off their arms and left in silence.

He forgot that they had their own families, and they were no longer his "father" and "mother". No matter how bad he got, no one would scold him.

Zhuo Yifan started to hang out with a bunch of bad boys, stealing things, smoking, and whistled to girls passing by the road with them, laughing loudly.The big and empty villa didn’t come back and no one was waiting for him. The housekeeper sent a large sum of money every month, so he just squandered it. The billiard hall, the game room, the bar...everywhere he could play became his lingering place. place.

There is a little girlfriend around me who still wears short skirts and boots even in winter. He gave her money and listened to her whining, but when he got close to him, he could not help but frowned when he smelled the smell of cheap cosmetics. She flicked a few more banknotes on the girl's face, frowned and said, "It stinks, go buy a better perfume, it smells disgusting."

The girl's face turned ugly, but when she saw the money, she immediately picked it up and put it in her pocket, and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you, Young Master Zhuo!"

Zhuo Yifan ignored her and continued to play his game. A lot of money was stuffed into the game machine, but it was gone in a few minutes, and then another lot.

So be it, let's degenerate, just turn into a ball of mud, and live your life as a ball.

The 15-year-old boy watched his side face reflected on the screen and grinned, but his eyes were hollow and penetrating.

After playing in the game hall until the evening, Zhuo Yifan got a little bored, avoided the group of sycophants behind him, and went out to buy a pack of cigarettes by himself.

The owner of the cigarette shop often saw a bunch of half-grown children whizzing by on motorcycles, and didn't dare to offend this little evil star, so he quickly took out the pack of cigarettes and handed them over. Zhuo Yifan took a big bill and was about to push In the past, the money was robbed by a person next to him.

It's been a while since no one dared to provoke him like this, so he raised his eyebrows and scolded him immediately: "Fuck you, if you want money, I'll give it to you if you kneel and kowtow, don't touch it with dirty hands..." See that person clearly After that, the voice gradually decreased.

Fang Jingyao stood beside him, with a thick cashmere scarf tied around his neck, his eyebrows almost raised when he looked at him, grabbed the money, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and scolded: "Say it again?!"

Zhuo Yifan fell silent.

The shopkeeper over there was still looking at the banknotes eagerly, and said in a low voice: "Then what, if you have something to say, go find a place to talk slowly, and settle the money first?"

Fang Jingyao was so angry that he slammed the pack of cigarettes on the counter, and said bluntly, "You know he's a minor, right? You sold him cigarettes?! Have you studied the law on the protection of minors? Haven't you? Haven’t learned that you always have children in your family, do you know how to sell cigarettes to your own children? Boss, let me put it here. If you sell him another pack of cigarettes, I’m lucky that I didn’t see it. I will tell you once I see it The Industrial and Commercial Bureau reports you once, and the law clearly states that you will be fined two thousand!"

The boss was taken aback, and he didn't dare to refute at all. He hurriedly put the cigarette back in a desperate manner, and didn't dare to say anything more.

Zhuo Yifan bit his lip, turned his head and left.

Fang Jingyao's expression was not good, he stepped forward and grabbed his wrist and said, "Come with me!"

Zhuo Yifan threw him away, looked at him coldly and said, "I don't, who are you, why do you care about me!"

Fang Jingyao came up in a fit of anger, grabbed Zhuo Yifan's wrist and dragged the half-grown child away. Zhuo Yifan was dragged a few steps and was also resisting, but after all, he was not as small as Shang Jingyao He couldn't walk as fast as Fang Jingyao's two long legs. After staggering a few steps, he couldn't help stretching out his legs to kick him. He was also talking dirty, cursing like venting. all the way.

"...Who are you! What are you? Dad wants to be like this, smoke if he wants to smoke, and drink if he wants to drink. If you want to control me!! Dad is willing to live like this for the rest of his life, what's wrong! Get out of here, Let go of me, or I will let the brothers break your legs!"

Fang Jingyao originally wanted to find a quieter place to talk to him, but he didn't bother to go when he heard the poor boy say that, so he grabbed him and pressed him to the side of the road and beat him up. Zhuo Yifan wanted to backhand, but was grabbed by his wrist and twisted behind him , according to the butt kicked again!

This kick took a lot of strength, and Zhuo Yifan almost cried with an "ow".

Fang Jingyao asked him with a dark face, "Say, who is father?"

This was Zhuo Yifan's mantra when he was with those gangsters, and he was used to talking about your father for a while, he was rich, and those gangsters gave in to him, and he had never met Fang Jingyao who was so upright.After being beaten up, he didn't take the immediate loss. He called Fang Jingyao, "You are Dad", while his eyes rolled around, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

"Stinky boy, I've been looking for you for half a month. I wasted a whole winter vacation on you. The home address you gave was also fake, and I couldn't find anyone at school. I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma. I finally found it. I'm playing rebellion!" Fang Jingyao gritted his teeth in hatred, and the brat who was being held down by his hands was so angry, "Serialize well, if you say you don't want to draw, you won't draw, okay, you're not interested anymore, I let you go, but this is the way you want to go? Huh? You just live like a bear to show me? Zhuo Yifan, you are so awesome!"

Fang Jingyao sneered, Zhuo Yifan's heart trembled when he heard it, followed by resentment and grievance in his heart, all the words came to his lips but turned into one sentence: "Don't worry about it!"

Fang Jingyao paused for a moment, and then he lashed out harder: "Rebellion is amazing, isn't it! You don't have to bear responsibility for breaking the law during the rebellious period! I told you to steal things! I told you not to go to school! I told you to play games every day! Tell you not to learn well...!" Fang Jingyao didn't let go, grabbed him and asked loudly: "Say, are you still going to fool around in those places! Huh?!"

Zhuo Yifan was pressed on his master's knee and his ass was slapped, slap after slap, Zhuo Yifan was still struggling at first, but suddenly he cried "Wow".The child was crying out of breath, clutching his chest and curled up there, as if he had been kicked in the heart, or a hole had been dug out.

"Master, it hurts, it hurts so much... Master, it hurts!"

Fang Jingyao softened a little, stopped his hand, let go of him a little bit and said, "It hurts, right now I'm beating you lightly, and if you're still messing around like this in two years, some people will teach you a lesson, then it won't be Do you know about such a few slaps?"

Without wiping away his tears, Zhuo Yifan turned over and fell into Fang Jingyao's arms, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, but he still held Fang Jingyao with one hand and his chest with the other, as if he was afraid that he would leave. Yes, buried her head in his arms and wept loudly.

Fang Jingyao patted his head, waiting for him to vent.

Zhuo Yifan grabbed Fang Jingyao's collar by the chest and cried, "It hurts", tossing and turning, only saying this one word.

He is really in pain. There seems to be a big hole in his chest, and he trembles with pain when he takes a breath. He has already curled up with all his strength, but the coldness of winter hits him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. , Only by hiding with Master can I catch my breath and live.

Fang Jingyao was also very distressed. Anyway, he did his best to take care of his little apprentice for two years. Back then, he was as well-behaved as the young master in a small suit. Now he was dressed in messy clothes, and he didn't know how long he hadn't had a good meal. , Holding it felt like a bone ache, such a proud child crying like this, he felt uncomfortable.

After the little apprentice finished crying, Fang Jingyao coaxed him for a while, and put on the thick scarf tied around his neck for him. Zhuo Yifan wanted to speak, but he hiccupped as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fang Jingyao was overjoyed at once, tied him up a little and said, "It's such a cold day, I don't know how to wear more. When I beat you, I knew you weren't wearing cotton wool pants."

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Zhuo Yifan cried, "If you don't wear it, you're ugly."

Fang Jingyao knocked him on the head, and said with a smile, "You've become so rebellious, and you still know how beautiful you are?" He knelt down and turned his back to the child, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Zhuo Yifan stood there wiping the tears off his face, hiccupping while crying, and whispered: "I, I can..."

Fang Jingyao squatted there without moving, the laughter came from the front, even if he couldn't see it, he knew how warm the man's smile was, "I know, I know, but I just beat you hard, give master a chance to make up for it, Master wants to reconcile with you."

Zhuo Yifan couldn't resist anymore, lay on his back crying, buried his head on his shoulder, sniffed, and burst into tears.

Fang Jingyao went home with him on his back, laughed at him and said, "You tell me your home address in a while, the one you left before is fake, I searched for a long time and no one opened the door."

Zhuo Yifan: "It's true, there is no one at home."

Fang Jingyao: "Where are people?"

Zhuo Yifan: "It's just me. If I go out, there will be no one left."

Fang Jingyao was silent for a while, then laughed again, "That's okay, master will cook you noodles tonight, hey, I'm not bragging to you, when we went to Hangzhou to receive the award last time, the instant noodles cooked by master were special? Xiang, say it yourself!"

Zhuo Yifan laughed out a nose bubble, and soon buried his head in embarrassment and rubbed against Fang Jingyao's shoulder. Fang Jingyao deliberately yelled at him, saying that he would beat him again later. Zhuo Yifan was no longer afraid of him, hehe laugh it out.

Fang Jingyao turned him on his back and said, "Let's agree that although there is no one in your family, your teacher is your father, and I can be considered your elder. From now on, the master will cook noodles for you and take care of your meals." , you should study hard. At the end of the year, our masters and apprentices will go to receive the award together, and they will beat them to their knees and call them dad. I have taken you for two years, and you finally look like a man. You live yourself like a puddle. Are you saying that Master is angry? And you are very lucky, you are so lucky that you didn’t see my mother, otherwise the beating would be even more ruthless, ouch, just use the ruler and I’ll tell you..."

Zhuo Yifan lay on his back crying and hiccupping, and said in a nasal voice, "I won't be beaten."

Fang Jingyao became a little interested and asked him, "Why?"

Zhuo Yifan scratched his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Didn't they all say that they are relatives in the next generation? You always say that you are my father, so grandma is reluctant to beat me."

Fang Jingyao was overjoyed, "You really call me daddy? Well then, I'll take you back to my house and let grandma make delicious food for you."

Zhuo Yifan lay on his back without saying a word, and after a while he said, "Not going now."

Fang Jingyao teased him: "Then when?"

Zhuo Yifan said sullenly: "After a while, it will get better."

Let's meet again when I get better.

When I become brave enough and have a strong heart to continue to be proud, I will stand in front of Master's family, raise my chin and read my name.

It was like when he was able to say "thank you" and "thank you, my master" for such a great self when he came to the stage to accept the award for the first time.

Many years later, when Zhuo Yifan really went to his master's house and saw his family members who were as enthusiastic and warm as his master, he was already a very cheerful and a little proud rich second-generation painter.

The master said him one sentence after another next to his mother, Zhuo Yifan was reluctant to leave, and sat at the door with a leather shoe, brushing it while listening complacently, after so many years, he has become a decathlon rich second generation, The shoe brush is very professional.

Mother Fang looked up at him and called him, "Fanfan!"

Zhuo Yifan raised his head with a "bass",