He Shen

Fang Chen has been dreaming.

In the dream, a cold hand held his hand tightly, the palm was covered with weak and cold sweat, and there were endless sobs and weeping in his ears, one hesitation, another one.

Weeping until Fang Chen felt like ten thousand flies were buzzing in his head, his first thought was: shut up.

After the sound continued for a day and a night, Fang Chen's second thought was: Could he be the first person to cry to death in his dream?

Fang Chen always thought he was dreaming, such cold air, cold hands, helpless crying...it must be a dream...

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was the stained paint on the top of the bed, and the cold, cold, hard quilt wrapped around my body.

Fang Chen's heart trembled, he didn't know if it was because of the cold weather, or the cold hand covering the back of his hand.

"elder brother--"

A heart-piercing wail rang in his ears, Fang Chen only felt a "buzz" in his ears, his eyes darkened, and he fell into silence again.

"elder brother--"

"Brother, are you awake..."

"Brother, are you okay..."

"elder brother……"

Fang Chen wasn't in a coma for a long time, he was hysterically hugged by the shoulders and almost fell apart, so that he had to open his mouth, pounced fiercely, and bit——

Fubao groaned in pain, his cheeks flushed with cold were bitten by his brother, but he didn't have time to say the pain, he just hugged his brother happily, choking, "Brother, are you hungry, I, I'll give you Save yourself a piece of pastry. Brother, you can eat."

The corner of Fang Chen's mouth touched something warm, and he shook his head, "Is there any water?" Even though he had exhausted all his strength, his voice was still as breathless.

Fang Chen has never encountered this kind of weak, cold sweat all over his body when he moved a little. He has been in good health since he was born, and he rarely even catches a cold.

Now, what's going on?

Fang Chen felt cold, but when he was fed a bowl of warm water, his strength recovered a little, and he could see the blurry scene in front of him clearly.

A more magnified scene of poverty came into view: the white-washed bed curtain, the empty house, the wooden window pasted with white window paper, the only long wooden table facing the window, and the blanket beside the bed. little slug sitting on ass under wooden stool.

Even on the old bed where Fang Chen turned sideways and moaned "squeaky", Fang Chen kept his body steady with great care, turned his head slightly, and carefully looked at the boy with red cheeks in front of him.

Shabby gray long cotton robe with some wrinkles, big eyes and a round face with a yellow complexion, thin hands, half-inch-long stubble short hair on the forehead, and a half-foot-long thin braid at the back of the head...

Fang Chen held the boy's thin and small hand instead, everything in his palm was so real, he couldn't help shivering fiercely: Oh my god, this is not a dream.

"Brother, do you still have a headache?" Fu Baoming's eyes were full of worry, he took his hand out of his elder brother's palm, carefully put his elder brother's arm back into the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, and looked forward to it.

Fang Chen shook his head.

what to dowhat to do

Swallowing his saliva, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and said the most classic words, "Who are you?"

Fang Chen's eyes were filled with astonishment, and another burst of wails shook the sky.

Even after a long time, Fang Chen always believed that Fu Bao's ultimate weapon was Fu Bao's crying that caused him the most pain and the most helpless.

After Fu Bao cried bitterly for half an hour, Fang Chen learned the general situation from Fu Bao who was a little calmer.

But when he knew his name, he was dizzy again.

Niu Hulu's family. Shanbao.

God, I have seen unlucky people, but I have never seen anyone as unlucky as him.

Even if you don't dress up as a prince and general...

Even if he didn't wake up and take over the power of the world, the life of a drunk lying on the lap of a beauty...

Even if you really wear a gentleman...

You have to wait until Heshen gets rich before wearing it!Why is it so bad luck that you wear it just when the white board is poor?

Fang Chen complained like this, and ate a sorghum noodle that could choke someone to death with just half a cup of tea.

Well, he is really hungry.

Seeing that his brother was eating well, Fu Bao wiped the big teardrops from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, sobbed a few times, and picked up the white porcelain teapot to refill his brother's tea, swallowing secretly.

Fang Chen had excellent ears, paused his hands, sighed secretly, and said softly, "I'm full, Fu Bao, you can eat the rest, food is hard-earned, don't waste it."

Fu Bao was still young, and looked at the pastry in Fang Chen's hand eagerly. Although he was very hungry and wanted to eat, he shook his head, "Brother, you slept for two days, eat more, Fu Bao is not hungry."

"I haven't eaten for a long time, so I dare not eat too much." Fang Chen smiled, and the haggard condition of his beautiful face did not diminish the brilliance.

Fu Bao blushed slightly, took the pastry, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and poured a few more bowls of tea before he felt full.Fang Chen asked warmly, "How have you been these few days?"

At this time, Niu Hulu Shi Shanbao was already 11 years old. According to his younger brother Fubao, he was attending an official school in Xian'an Palace. When he went to the toilet at night, he stumbled and fell on his forehead, leaving half a bowl of blood, and fell into a coma for two days. .

At this time, Shanbao's father had passed away, and the family property was controlled by his stepmother, who was left behind by his father. The two brothers were very hard-pressed.Fu Bao took the only silver taels left at home and invited the doctor to come. When the doctor came, he was too frightened to prescribe a prescription, and only obeyed the destiny.

Fu Bao was frightened to death, his eyes were swollen into walnuts from crying, and finally woke up his brother from crying.

It's just that his brother suffers from soul-loss disease.

Fu Bao felt that although his elder brother had forgotten the past, he still loved him as much as before. As a younger brother, he should of course be more respectful and filial to his elder brother.

"Brother, don't worry, I can make baobo. I made the baobo just now." Fu Bao carefully supported his brother's arm, "Brother, you can lie down a little longer, I will steam radishes to eat at night. How about it?"

Fang Chen obediently lay back under the quilt, and nodded slightly.

Fang Chen ate carrots for three days in a row, his handsome face turned the color of carrots, and he scratched his heart and lungs after eating.

And Gentleman.

I am a gentleman.

In the future, even Jiaqing would be jealous of the rich man, but he was reduced to the point where he ate radishes every day.He, he is sorry for his name.

What made Fang Chen even more desperate was that Fu Bao went to ask their stepmother Suo Chuo Luo for money, but he didn't want any money, and even gave Fu Bao a big slap in the face for free.

It's freezing cold now, Fang Chen doesn't have the ability to turn stones into gold and make money.

Money, money, where does the money come from?

Fang Chen bitterly took a bite of the pickled radish.

A living person can still suffocate to death with urine!

Fang Chen choked his neck straight, and swallowed the carrot with gritted teeth.

If you don't have money, you can't steal it. If you have no place to borrow it, you have to rob it.

Fang Chen half-closed his eyes, turned his head to look at Fu Bao, who was eating deliciously, took a sip of light carrot soup, and said slowly, "Fu Bao, why don't you go to your cousin's house tomorrow."

Uncle Fang Bao is the distant cousin of Shan Bao's father, Chang Bao. He used to work under Chang Bao, but after Chang Bao passed away in office, Fang Bao had no one to protect him.

Shanbao is a scholar, and scholars have a good face. Although the stepmother controls the family property and their brothers live in poverty, they are in the banner, and they are studying in the official school of Xian'an Palace. Two, there is also a supply of rice and noodles every season, and the two brothers can barely make a living.

Nowadays, filial piety is the priority in the world, and good reputation and official career are taken into consideration, and I don't want to get into trouble with my stepmother, so I have been forbearing.

It's just that now that Shanbao has replaced someone else, Fang Chen doesn't want to do this kind of thing like slapping his face to look fat, and starving to death for the sake of face.Furthermore, whether to be an official or not is debatable. Between face and life, he had to choose the latter.

The day of eating salt and radish is really too sad.

Fu Bao asked, "Brother, we haven't bought the New Year gift yet, shall we go to Uncle's house now?"

"Well, go ahead and tell Uncle Tang that I accidentally fell, it's not good," Fang Chen paused, "I really can't get up, I can't get out of bed, uncle please move over here."

Fu Bao looked at his brother puzzled.

Fang Chen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said softly, "Pretend to be sad, you know? Don't say that I fell in the toilet, just say that my family is in a difficult situation. I'm not feeling well these days, and I don't want to spend money to see a doctor. I feel a little dizzy , fainted in the yard while studying in the morning."

Fu Bao asked cleverly, "Brother, are you pretending to be sick?"

"Nonsense." Fang Chen straightened his face, and said righteously, "Do I still have to pretend? Please come over, uncle, our family is only a close elder like uncle, so naturally we want uncle to make decisions for us. Besides, uncle is outside People who have been officials are well-informed, and they should discuss things with uncle."

"Oh." Although Fu Bao didn't quite understand, he nodded in response.