Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Fucheng's eyelids hurt, as if the skin had peeled off from the sun, sore and heavy, like a fire, he tried his best to press back the water in the cracked eyes, pretending to be calm.

"Who bullied you?" Jiang Bai took off his schoolbag, and the sky was as dark as evening.

Fucheng raised his shoulders on both sides and took a deep breath.Cry out loud.

Jiang Bai gently put down the lion's head and hugged him under the pile.Fucheng cried in a low voice, only choked in his throat.Jiang Bai had no choice but to put his palm on his Adam's apple to feel what was being said inside, whether he was scolding others or scolding himself.He wanted Fucheng to say it, but Fucheng gritted his teeth.

Fucheng watched Jiang Bai cry, his eyes stared straight at him, then turned into a stare, then turned into a look.Over the years, he has been used to patience, and it is hypocritical to say that he is lonely. He is not a kid who can't do without his senior brother. He can digest alone and swallow his unhappiness into his mouth.

He was also annoyed, annoyed that he had shallow eyes since he was a child, and when he was wronged, he was too watery, and he cried in front of his senior brother.

Jiang Bai wanted him to talk and listen to his voice.He put his two arms through Fu Cheng's armpit, and pressed his back tightly.With a runny nose, Fucheng started to push again, and he pulled back again. Anyway, it took him a few times before he obediently embed himself in his chest and hug him.

"Speak." Jiang Bai wanted him to scold him, wanted to pry his mouth open, and kept touching the sliding Adam's apple.Fucheng cried right in front of his eyes, from beginning to end there was only a choked-up cry, tears that slid out with difficulty and dryness.

I don't remember how I coaxed my junior brother before, but now Jiang Bai can only hug him helplessly.Fucheng buried his head into the socket of his neck, biting it tightly, wishing that the upper and lower teeth would bite together with zero gap.He put his fingers on the back of Fucheng's neck, put Fucheng in the grip of his arms, and finally heard that he was crying hard.

Fucheng cried aloud, at first he refused to let him be hugged, and he refused to hug him no matter what, then slowly he wrapped his hands around Jiang Bai's neck and let him be hugged.Senior brother came back, he blinked again thinking about it, tears kept falling like strings, so he buried his face, bit the fabric of senior senior's white coat tightly in his mouth, and chewed bitterly.

"Don't cry... I'll look at your face." Jiang Bai lifted him up clumsily, his voice was probably similar to the one he used to coax his favorite junior.He touched Fu Cheng's face over and over again, it was so small, his palm was big, and the tip of his chin was just right in the palm of his hand.The other hand rested on the back of Fucheng's head like a pillow.

Small round, thin, with a small flat landslide on the back of the head, which feels hairy and smooth to the touch.There was a slight abrasion on the bridge of the nose, and several small wounds were bleeding.

"Stupid bastard." Fucheng panted and opened his mouth, crying so much that saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, his body was still tense, and his resistance was still fierce, "Didn't you fucking say you'll be back soon... people? ? Nobody... you..."

"Don't cry, I'm back now." Jiang Bai wiped his tears drop by drop, and touched his crying little dirty face.The moment Fucheng finally admitted his identity, his sense of satisfaction was beyond words.

It's not someone else, it's yourself.The person Fu Cheng sees through himself is either someone else or himself.But do you remember yourself?No, but seeing Fucheng crying, Jiang Bai felt sad, especially sad, so sad that he dared not look at it.

He thought he had picked up a stray cat that had been discarded, but it turned out not to be the domestic cat that he had raised with his own hands and found it covered in bruises. With the memory of uprooting himself, he meowed and found it.The idiot himself didn't recognize it.

"Don't cry." Jiang Bai said.As soon as the junior brother lowered his head, his eye sockets became even redder. He couldn't tell whether he was crying or rubbing, as if he had been crying for a long time.

Fucheng gradually stabilized, his face showing anxiety and exhaustion.He really wanted to speak, but the words got stuck under the base of his tongue and slowly fell into his stomach.He wants to shout, call you to get out, call this world is over, call senior brother, call you finally come back, call me a fucking loser and I miss you so much, call death we have to die together.

"You still know how to come back..." Qiu Li muttered softly and walked up.

"Brother." Qing Rang smiled, "Welcome home."

Jiang Bai clenched his fists, nodded towards them, and continued to help Fucheng wipe his face.He didn't think much of it for the time being, and even envied the 15-year-old Jiang Bai.That Jiang Bai has so many things, and the common memories of the three juniors.They grew up together, he must have seen Fucheng when he was a child, and heard him called Brother Si.

"Who bullied you?" Jiang Bai asked.Now, these are all their own.

Fucheng nodded instinctively.The hardships and patience of these years were instantly shattered and turned into nothingness.When I was a child, I came back with my face full of dirt and tears, and my senior brother jumped off the pile, doing the same thing, holding my hand and asking a question.

He was still nodding his head, lightly at first, then hard in the last few strokes.This is instinct, no matter whether Jiang Bai remembers it or not, it is his instinct to complain in front of the senior brother. The physical reaction proves that he was spoiled and spoiled by others since he was a child. I don't want to be hugged by the master practitioner to coax me into the pile.To prove that even if I didn't tell the truth, I didn't treat him as a boyfriend, but I was seriously liked by my senior brother.

These body memories were all buried in his head, but he didn't dare to recall them when his senior brother was not around.

"They... beat me, beat me." Now that the senior brother is back, these memories have also been awakened, making Fu Cheng crazy like wanting to be pampered, loved, pampered, and spoiled again. day.

"Hit me, and..." Mingming stopped crying, but Fucheng's breath was still twitching, "Kick, kick me. I said, give me back my family's flag... They, they said no .Don’t give it, don’t give it to me, and scold me.”

Jiang Bai heard him panting, and his own breathing was also fast.It has always been difficult for him to be mobilized by others. It's not that he doesn't allow it, but that he doesn't believe it.Deliberately keep a distance, even the approach of parents is considered dangerous.Now that Fucheng has been found, he is alive.

"They said me." Fucheng cried blushingly, "They said I was gone, no one was there, and kicked me. Several people said me together."

"Where did you kick?" Jiang Bai's heart was beating uncomfortably.

Fu Cheng pointed to his buttocks. "Kick me, kick my feet. I... hurt, and they said..."

"Let's go, bury them." Jiang Bai didn't want to hear any more, and pulled Fucheng out.Fucheng immediately picked up his schoolbag and carried it on his back. It was going to rain, and if he really wanted to bring the class flag back, he couldn't get wet, he had to put it in his bag.Qiu Li regained his energy in an instant, jumping and leading the way.As a result, just two steps away, a car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, and two people got out.

Xiao Wang parked the car and waited for the boss and his wife to go down to find his son.The family's economic conditions are so good and they ran away from home. I really don't know what the children of rich people think.

Seeing his parents, Jiang Bai stopped in his tracks.

Qiu Li and Qing Rang also stopped to see them enter the small courtyard of Fu's class.Qing Rang was afraid that Qiu Li would be rude, so he dragged him back.

"Hello, Uncle Jiang." Qing Rang paused, "Hello, Aunt Xiao."

"What a fart." Qiu Li was really rude, and babbled behind Qing Rang.

Without saying a word, Fucheng subconsciously hid behind Jiang Bai, regretting that he had grown a tall man of 1 meters and had nowhere to hide.

Jiang Wenhui and Xiao Yongmu didn't look sideways, they came here to coax their son.I have been to Xiaoyuan many times, and I used to have a good relationship with these three children, but who knew that I would kill my son in the end.

"Xiaobai, Mom and Dad have something to tell you." Jiang Wenhui softened his tone and hurried over without a tie.

"I ask you, who is he?" Jiang Bai only held onto Fucheng.Fucheng retreated a few times, and was pulled forward while rubbing the soil on the soles of his shoes, his eyes drifted past the faces of Jiang Wenhui and his wife.

Xiao Yongmu's blood pressure was about to rise again. After more than three years, the little lion dance boy had grown up, but he still wanted to find his son. "We don't know who he is. You go home with us first, and the family has nothing to say. Don't let parents worry about it anymore."

"Why is he afraid of you?" Jiang Bai had a headache again, and he was always troubled day and night. He pulled Fucheng over, but Fucheng wanted to avoid him, so he could only block him with his shoulder.

It's not that Fucheng is afraid, on the contrary, he is not afraid now, but he doesn't know what identity to face them with.Especially hearing that sentence, we don't know who he is, is more uncomfortable than being beaten in Nanfengtang.They were the ones who gave him money and asked him to take the money to see a doctor for his father, and they were the ones who took him to the clinic for treatment. In the end, they said they didn't know themselves.

Learning martial arts is very hard, and I have been accompanied by pain since I was a child.Abrasions, bruises, blunt injuries, countless scars, Fucheng didn't care about these at all.He can also not care about the miscellaneous things in Nanfengtang, but... People who know him insist on saying that they don't know him. No matter how accustomed Fucheng is to being treated as an acrobat, he doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

"You go home first." Jiang Wenhui only wanted his son to come back. "We have no grievances or enmities with him. Xiaobai, come here, and your parents won't hurt you. You need to go to the hospital for the wound on your face."

"Go to the hospital?" Jiang Bai touched his left temple, raised Fucheng's wrist, and aimed at them outward, "Did you see it? The first one is to scare the person who sent him to the hospital, and the second one is for me. Did you take him to the hospital?"

Fu Cheng wanted to withdraw his wrist, but he didn't, and stood there dumbfounded.

"I got my name tattooed, did you see it? Did you see it clearly?" Jiang Bai let them see, "You said you didn't know him, how did you know he came here to find me?"

Fucheng felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't say a word to explain himself.

"We followed your taxi and waited for you on the side of the road for a while, and came in only when you didn't come out." Jiang Wenhui explained, "Xiaobai, don't be fooled by him, after all, you have amnesia."

Xiao Yongmu stretched out his hand towards him, like picking up a child to go home. "You have amnesia, and it is easy to believe what others say. Parents will not harm you, let's go home first, and we will talk when we get home."

don't know yourself.Fucheng sniffed, not wanting to face them face to face again.They don't go, go by themselves!

He tried to turn around and enter the house, but the movement was too violent.Jiang Bai mistakenly thought that his junior brother was about to run, so he immediately changed his wrist grabbing action to pulling his schoolbag strap.

The old schoolbag that should have been eliminated after several years of use, finally got the last straw, and Jiang Bai pulled a strap off.

The plastic-sealed transparent pouch fell out of the sponge layer of the schoolbag, experienced a fall, and fell into the soil of Fujiaban, just like fallen leaves returning to their roots.

At this moment, the rainwater was dripping tentatively, arousing layers of earthy smell.Jiang Bai squatted down, picked it up, and looked at Fucheng again. Fucheng was already stunned, and he couldn't even shake his head.

"I... this..." Fu Cheng tried to shake his head, he really didn't know.Before leaving, the elder brother handed over the schoolbag to him, saying don't lose it, it's a talisman.Indeed, the little golden Buddha that Shige had been wearing since childhood was actually given to himself before he left.

It was raining lightly, so Jiang Bai got up and showed it to his parents. Inside the plastic bag was an exquisite hollowed-out gold Buddha pendant, which had appeared in photos countless times, but it disappeared without a trace, except that the thin chain had been broken.

"Didn't you say that this was lost in Shenzhen?" Jiang Bai asked, "If Fucheng didn't know me, how could he have my old things? If he didn't know me, why did the king let him hug it? You can start to explain , I'm listening."

Jiang Wenhui and Xiao Yongmu's hearts were so cold that their faces were even worse than Bai Shan.He calculated everything, from falsifying the time of his son's medical records to arranging to deceive Fu Yu, from changing all his friends at the same time to changing schools and then moving.They cleaned up all traces of their son, and only hoped that Fucheng would disappear completely, so that their precious son would not be brought into harm's way.

It's just that they have calculated thousands of times, they didn't calculate that pets have feelings, and the sincerity that their 14-year-old son paid to Fucheng before leaving for Shenzhen.