The God of the Father and the Hero is Broken [Transmigration Book]

At sunrise in the early morning, white mist filled the mountains. A small town was surrounded by undulating mountains. A narrow river passed through the town, dividing the town into two parts. There were sparrows standing on the old telegraph poles, crooked He lightly pecked at his feathers, the cool breeze was blowing, and the street near the river could smell a little fishy smell of the river.

Jian Yao sat at the dining table, breakfast consisted of sandwiches, milk, and a boiled egg.

There was a vase on the table, and the flowers in the vase were blooming enthusiastically. Jian Yao ate breakfast in silence, and occasionally listened distractedly to the chat between Jian Anzhi and Huo Yan.

After all, they are neighbors, and the county is small, so people can always be related to each other. After receiving the 8 yuan transferred to him by Yang Jinhua, the owner stopped pursuing the matter. Not going to jail.

"It's fine when it's over." Jian Anzhi obviously doesn't want to continue talking about this topic with Huo Yan. In her eyes, Huo Yan is just a kid who is still in high school. The more Huo Yan knows about the dirty things done by the elders in the family The less the better.

Jian Anzhi changed the subject, she asked Huo Yan with concern: "Xiao Yan, Auntie heard that your grades are very good."

Huo Yan smiled and said, "It's okay."

Huo Yan speaks very briefly, but it won't make people feel that he is perfunctory. On the contrary, every time he speaks, he will look directly into people's eyes, making others feel that they are being valued and listened to.

Jian Anzhi also smiled: "Xiao Yao is also in Shude, and he will go to the first year of high school when school starts. You can go to and from school together in the future."

Huo Yan looked in the direction of the bathroom, and said gently: "He is my junior, I will take care of him."

Jian Anzhi: "You are only one year older than him, so you don't need to take care of him, as long as you two take care of each other."

Jian Anzhi looked at Huo Yan's forehead and wanted to ask, but didn't ask.

On the contrary, it was Huo Yan who noticed Jian Anzhi's gaze, and said in a relaxed tone: "When I was naughty and bumped into the door frame, the color of the scar may be due to my special constitution."

"It's not a big deal."

Jian Yao didn't speak the whole time, he took a sip of milk, and silently recalled how Huo Yan's forehead got it, it seemed to be written in the book, but it didn't seem to be written, he couldn't remember.

The topic between Jian Anzhi and Huo Yan quickly shifted to study. When Jian Anzhi asked, Huo Yan would only modestly say that his grades were mediocre, but Jian Yao knew that Huo Yan was the first in every exam in the whole year.

But good grades are useless, after all, the author is Huo Yan's stepfather, and all the teachers and students in the school have been humiliated by the author.

The students were jealous of Huo Yan and laughed at Huo Yanqiong. The teacher also turned a blind eye to all this and condoned the bullying behavior of the students. Even because Huo Yan never gave gifts, even the scholarship was taken into his pocket by the teacher.

If this were put into reality, it would be a fantasy. After all, Huo Yan has good grades, is handsome, and has a good personality. Even if his family is poor, it is hard not to be unpopular among students.

Even if the students really don't like him, it's impossible for the teacher to dislike a student with excellent academic performance, good personality, and no blemishes, and maybe he will be partial.

"You can go to and from school together in the future." Jian Anzhi, "It's always safer for two people to go together."

Huo Yan didn't shirk, and readily agreed: "On the way, he can ask me any questions he doesn't understand."

Jian Anzhi looked at Huo Yan more softly: "Auntie knows you are a good boy."

Although Jian Anzhi heard a lot of bad things about Huo Yan from her neighbors, she always heard bad things about Huo Yan from one ear, and she didn't really care what others said, she only cared about her perception of this person after getting in touch with him.

"Why don't you go out together later?" Jian Anzhi suggested, "Xiao Yao hasn't been around much yet, Xiao Yan, can you take him to know the way?"

Before Jian Yao could refuse, Huo Yan had already agreed.

Jian Yao looked at the smile on the corner of Jian Anzhi's mouth, and silently swallowed the refusal.

He couldn't refuse the kindness and thoughtfulness of a mother, especially if it was his "mother".

When changing shoes in the porch, Jian Yao just squatted down and saw the shoes on Huo Yan's feet, a pair of white sneakers, very clean, but the edges have been glued, it can be seen that they have been stuck many times, but like this The low-quality shoes themselves have reached the limit of their use, and they will not get better even if they are repaired.

Then Jian Yao turned his head and saw "his" sneakers in the shoe cabinet.

Even if he doesn't understand these things, he can tell that these sneakers are definitely not cheap, and each pair is branded, which is more than Jian Anzhi's shoes.

After changing the shoes, Jian Yao stood up. He observed Huo Yan's expression calmly, and he did not see any envy on Huo Yan's face.

After walking out of the house, Jian Yao asked, "Shall we take a taxi or walk?"

Huo Yan's voice was very peaceful: "Let's walk, there is no bus at this point, and you can walk there in 10 to [-] minutes."

Fortunately, it is morning, and the sun is not so hot, even if you walk over, you won't be dizzy.

There are many pedestrians on the road, all of whom are old people out for a walk, and occasionally young people can be seen out for morning jogs.

The pace of life in the small county is very slow, and there are already many customers in the teahouses by the river, chatting and drinking tea while enjoying the cool breeze.

"The environment here is pretty good." Jian Yao walked on Huo Yan's left, opened his mouth to break the silence between him and Huo Yan.

He suddenly discovered that although Huo Yan has a good temper, he is not a proactive person. He can keep silent if others don't speak, but if others speak, he won't stand in the cold.

This is a new discovery.

Huo Yan: "After a while, all the people on the edge of the city will go up the mountain."

Although the bull's head was wrong, Jian Yao still asked curiously: "Why?"

Huo Yan smiled: "When autumn is coming, there will be more snakes on the mountain. There are many non-poisonous snakes. If you catch them, you can sell them to the medicinal wine company, which is a lot of income."

After all, people who live on the edge of the city are generally not very rich and have no land. Apart from working part-time, they rely on this annual snake-catching event to earn a little money to improve their lives.

Those who dare to go up the mountain are all experienced snake catchers from various households. Children and the elderly are not allowed to go up the mountain.

Jian Yao: "Then are you going?"

Huo Yan nodded slightly: "Go."

Jian Yao: "Will it be dangerous?"

Such a large group activity, shouldn't it be dangerous?

However, Huo Yan suddenly changed the subject. He probably found that Jian Yao didn't like to meet people's eyes, because he didn't look into Jian Yao's eyes, but asked very seriously: "Why did you say that I am a good person yesterday?"

"How do you know that I don't go home every day except to sleep?"

Oops!

Jian Yao clenched his hands nervously, he knew that he would lose his words if he said too much, he shouldn't have said so much yesterday.

"I've always heard what Aunt Zhang said." When Jian Yao became nervous, he would speak very quickly, "Aunt Zhang is very enthusiastic, you know, after listening to her, I thought you must be a good person, and we moved here. It's been a while, and I don't see you coming home until very late every day."

After saying this, Jian Yao felt as tired as if he had run 800 meters.

"Thank you." Huo Yan still didn't look at Jian Yao, his gaze was straight ahead, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone that could not be detected, the breeze came, blowing the broken hair in Huo Yan's ears, his voice was very soft Qing Qing, "People who know me don't believe me, but you and auntie, who just moved here, believe me."

I don't know if it was Huo Yan's words or Huo Yan's tone that touched Jian Yao, Jian Yao's heart softened for a moment, and he said sincerely: "Don't care about those people, you are different from them, you are a good person."

Huo Yan turned his head, he finally looked into Jian Yao's eyes, the two looked at each other, Huo Yan's eyes were gentle and deep.

When Jian Yao was stared at by him, his scalp would always tingle.

It may be because he knew what kind of situation Huo Yan would fall into in the future, so the kinder Huo Yan was to him, the more he couldn't bear it.

"It will be fine when you are admitted to university." Jian Yao pretended to be relaxed, "Don't come back after you go to university, life is your own."

Huo Yan did not refute: "You are right."

The county is not big, at least there are not many lively places. Except for Santiao Street in the center of the county, there are very few people in other streets. There are three schools in the county that have both junior and senior high schools. One is only a junior high school. Yao walked around all the lively roads.

At noon, Jian Yao called Jian Anzhi, and instead of going back to eat, he went to a noodle shop near the school with Huo Yan.

There are not many people who come to eat at this time, Jian Yao and the others finally waited for a table.

Just after ordering food, a male voice with a changing voice suddenly came from outside.

"Huo Yan!"

Jian Yao turned around and saw five or six adolescent boys standing at the door of the store. They all had half-length hair that almost covered their eyes, and they were wearing vests and slippers. Two of them were still smoking cigarettes in their mouths. You can tell that you are not a good student just by looking ruffian.

The boys obviously didn't care whether Huo Yan responded to them, but walked straight to their table.

"I said I had to wait for a seat, but I didn't expect you to be here." The leading boy had a bruised strawberry on his neck, and he didn't even try to cover it up. With one hand propped on the table, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Get up and make way."

Jian Yao: "..."

Although he knew that the people in the novel were written as brain-dead by the author, but when the real experience happened, Jian Yao still wanted to jump up and break the opponent's head.

"I came with my friend... my neighbor." Huo Yan didn't stand up, he sat in his original position with a smile on his face.

Jian Yao was a little sad, he heard that Huo Yan wanted to say that he was his friend, but he turned into a neighbor when the words came out of his mouth, maybe Huo Yan had never experienced the feeling of having a friend, this actually made Jian Yao a little bit The idea of ​​wanting to protect Huo Yan.

He pursed his lips, trying his best to restrain himself, so as not to be impulsive.

The boy didn't take it seriously, he rolled his eyes contemptuously: "Then you can take your neighbor out with you."

Huo Yan was still calm, and his tone did not fluctuate: "I can do it by myself, but I can't take him with me."

Jian Yao's pupils trembled, and Huo Yan would refuse someone!

Is it because of him? !

"Hello." The boy looked at Jian Yao, his eyes widened, trying to make himself appear more vicious, "Did you hear what I said? Let you go out and wait."

He was sure that Jian Yao, a little boy who looked like he had no flesh, would not dare to fight against him. He enjoyed the feeling of being feared and respected by everyone, which made him raise his chin quite proudly.

"Why?" Jian Yao looked at the boy with a half-smile, "Because of your thick skin? Because of the scarf on your neck?"

The boy froze for a moment, but the servants beside him couldn't react.

Jian Yao leaned on the back of the chair, tapped his fingers on the table, and said indifferently: "I am different from Huo Yan, he has a good temper, and I have a bad temper. If you buy me a seat with money, maybe I sold it to you, opened my mouth and said a few words and wanted to drive people away, who gave you face? Or are you shameless at all?"

An orphan who grew up in an orphanage, Jian Yao was not someone who would allow others to bully him.

On the contrary, Jian Yao stepped into the society prematurely because of the need to earn living expenses. He has met many gangsters who dropped out of school, and he knows that when dealing with these people, he must not regress, otherwise he will have to retreat again and again, and finally become a bullied object.

Only by keeping the bottom line from the beginning and letting the other party know that you are not easy to bully can you avoid falling into a bad situation.

Jian Yao is not even afraid of the gangsters in the society, let alone these dissimilar students who are still in school.

He has seen quite a few people like this, and Jian Yao knows that they are all stern and soft-hearted, and their voices are louder than anyone else.

But as long as they are more open-minded than them, they dare not even say a serious word. Some boys of this age regard violence as the truth in the world. Whoever has the strongest force value is the boss, which is childish and ridiculous.

"Don't you fucking want to live anymore?!" The boy subconsciously glanced at his companion's expression, and then angrily stretched out his hand and grabbed Jian Yao's collar.

It's just that just as his hand touched the fabric of Jian Yao's collar, he was clamped in the air by a strong hand with well-defined knuckles.

At this moment, it seemed that even the noisy voices in the store were quiet.

The boy looked at Huo Yan who was sitting opposite him in disbelief, who was restraining him at this moment.

Those deep and tender eyes didn't have a gleam of light at this moment, like a ghost that just crawled out of the depths of hell.

The boy blinked again, and Huo Yan returned to his previous appearance, peaceful and gentle, without any aggressiveness.

It was as if the eyes he saw just now were just his illusion.