filled

scar.

But under such circumstances, Shi Fangman's voice was low but decisive, like a knife cutting off the flow of water, ushering in a momentary stagnation and a bigger and more shocking explosion.

Yan Zheng heard the subtle and inaudible words, the words that were said without a pause but made him stiff and frozen.

"He's her father."

...It is dirty and ugly, and if it breaks out, it will shame the whole family.

incest.

Shi Fangman omitted those two words.

His confused and out-of-focus eyes stared at the wall behind Yan Zheng's ears, and he murmured, "Say, why do you still do something when you know you made a mistake? Why don't you do the right thing?"

"and……"

His voice was too low to be heard again, Yan Zheng slowly let go of the palm holding the milk tea, and gently placed it on his face.

"Can you close your eyes?"

"Why do you know that you are wrong, and why don't you do the right thing? I think it's because life is not all about sitting in a classroom and taking an exam."

"I don't know what your parents think, but if it were me, I might know the correct answers to some questions and don't want to fill them in."

He closed his eyes, but Yan Zheng's fingertips could feel the violently trembling sphere under a thin layer of eyelids.

"Why don't you want to fill in?"

"Because it's my test paper, I don't need others to judge it, it's my test paper, whether it's correct or not, my answer won't be changed."

For a long time, Shi Fangman was thinking silently, Yan Zheng could feel him trying to open his eyes, he "shh", the other party stopped moving, closed his eyes, and slowly shook his head.

"But that's not right, it shouldn't be wrong."

"Then that's your answer, bro, you're a pretty good student, but I'm not like you."

"I just want to do the right thing." Shi Fangman's eyelashes fluttered, and his voice trembled slightly: "Just like any ordinary and ordinary person, doing things in a regular manner, without any special features, like dust and sand in the Shen Hai will not be singled out, spread out on the beach to dry, and will not be discussed or criticized by the passing crowd."

"Then you just close your eyes like this, and you don't have to do anything. I'll write your answer for you."

"Will that be the right answer?"

"Yes, we can change the examination room. If you come to my examination room, then what I wrote will definitely be the correct answer."

Yan Zheng's words were too incomprehensible for him at this time, but he was very obedient, he would close his eyes when he said that he would close his eyes, and he would not refute when he said that he changed the examination room. Thinking about what the warmth that was close to me in the dark was, I felt a little moist, with a slight airflow, fluttering on my cheeks.

"What kind of person is your father?"

Milk Tea turned around, curiously watching two creatures of another species approaching with round innocent eyes, one of them carefully licked and pecked at the side of his master's cheek.

It also squeezed between the two of them, bending down reassuringly in a warmer position.

They were like animals huddled together in the cold to keep each other warm, while the yellow hallway lights flitted past, and through the old cobwebbed windows, they caught the darkness of the cold, long winter night outside.

He was silent for a long time.

"He has a good temper. He never speaks loudly or scolds. He is skillful with his hands. He can cook, do carpentry, and paint traditional Chinese paintings."

"The flute is also good."

"Except for not being able to do business and always losing money, everything is fine."

"What about your mother?"

When talking about the person who is both father and ancestor, Yan Zheng noticed that Shi Fangman's muscles were tense. In the silence before speaking, he seemed to be struggling to think about how to describe such a person, but for Mother, he obviously didn't have such entanglements, and quickly picked up the topic.

"She was very different before and after."

There was a bit of a smile in these words: "When people see her, she is very quiet, like a lady, she smiles shyly, doesn't like to talk, and doesn't fight when things happen, which is very reasonable."

"But as a queen, she is actually much more lively than she looks, and she also loves to joke. She took the initiative to tease me. When she laughed, she was very loud and lazy. She just sat and directed my dad to work while eating sunflower seeds by herself. While watching TV."

"She made trouble when my dad played the flute, and even urged me to hide the flute. It was just for fun. If my dad didn't play for a few days, she would make trouble for someone to sing "Journey to Gusu"."

"Sounds like she's a very nice girl."

"Well, she looks gentle, virtuous, and pretty. At that time, there were many matchmakers and many people who chased after her. My uncle was in charge of the family at that time, and rejected several good families, and kept her from marrying."

"No one expected that such a quiet and shy person like her would do something shocking. She dragged my dad out and hid it. Years passed by until the information developed and it became easier to find someone. Afterwards, uncle found them."

When he said this, his mood was obviously depressed. Yan Zheng lay beside his ear, gently fiddled with his cold and soft earlobe, and comforted him: "It's good that you have been happy these years, and don't worry about the rest. After all, they No one was hurt either."

"They never told me that when I was a kid, I just thought my dad was older and older. They also made up stories to lie to me. I always thought I was just a little bit different, just a little bit."

"Children born of inbreeding are prone to deformities. When my uncle saw me, his face changed. Even if my mother denied it, he guessed whose child I was. He took me to the hospital for a physical examination, and pulled down my pants to have a look. Everything is clear."

"My father was in poor health and passed away when he was old. My mother was locked up and couldn't go out. After my father died, she didn't want to live anymore. She didn't laugh or make trouble when she saw me. Studying the few flutes left by my dad, I played them badly at first, but the more I played the better, and finally I was able to play a song "Journey to Gusu" in a decent way."

"It's just that before I had time to listen to her play a few more times, she happily went to find my dad."

"I can't figure out why she would like such a man who is older than me, because he doesn't know how to do business, and he will ruin the family business. When my father's family name was named, my mother's name had a word "Fang" in it. I used to think it was when I went out that everything would be complete, but it wasn't until she insisted on leaving that she realized that she meant that I was the consummation of the two of them."

"Does she like him that much?"

Yan Zheng can probably piece together what this family looks like.His grandma did not appear in Shi Fangman's description, probably that woman also died early, and his father brought a son and a daughter, but because of his weak temper, he couldn't support the family business, and gradually fell down.The strong son shoulders the burden and is shrewd and capable, but he is getting farther and farther away from the rest of the family.Listening to Shi Fangman's meaning, his mother should have a quiet temperament, but she became bold and lively when she was pampered. She came and went, the frustrated and gentle father and the quiet little daughter who was spoiled and grew up only making noises in private. There is less and less room for other people.

It's easy for people who are related by blood to fall in love with each other, but the two of them are indeed too bold and out of line, but some feelings, even if the seeds of crookedness, have to grow upwards, judging by Yan Zheng's temperament, not only do they not feel it Contradictory, but still envious of the two people agreeing with each other, after all, they bloomed their own flowers and bore their own satisfactory fruits.

This thought only turned around in my mind before swallowing.

"They liked each other and were loyal to each other until death, it must be because the other was nice and important to them."

When he caressed Fang Man's docile and drooping head:

"As for the more detailed reasons, don't think about it again. If it weren't for that person, if we didn't stand in her position, we would never be able to empathize."

"Go back, it's too cold outside, Milk Tea is going to be sick."

Milk Tea wagged its tail, made a grunting sound of disapproval, slowly crawled out from between their overlapping bodies, jumped on the ground, and went back and forth between Shi Fangman's feet, rubbing against the long soft hair His ankles and the pair of lacquered ankle boots, Shi Fangman opened his eyes, lowered his head and groped, his fingers clumsily chasing the orange, trying to pick up the ball of hair.

The cat's body is flexible and soft, and its foot pads are light and soundless. It jumped up and down and hid everywhere. Naturally, he couldn't catch it. He turned his face away in a daze, squinted his eyes and asked Yan Zheng with a puzzled expression: "Where are my glasses?"

"It's here with me, I'll give it to you later when I go back."

Yan Zheng helped him stand up from the steps, brushed off the dust on the coat, and when he lowered his head to hug the milk tea, the little guy also avoided him.It whimpered childishly, ran up the steps and ran in front of people, and sat down on the platform at the junction, its narrowed pupils reflected the light spots of the corridor lights, bright and round like a small moon, Looking back at people innocently.

Shi Fangman squinted his eyes and took a clumsy step forward. Yan Zheng quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to prevent him from slipping down.The body leaned close to the body, and slowly but steadily climbed up one step after another. The cat yawned while waiting in front, stuck out its little pink tongue, and stretched out its paws to rub its face.

Then he walked lightly, rubbed against the old wall, stepped on the dim light and jumped up to another platform, turned his head and looked back quietly.

The wind is muffled, and the night is cold, but what evil do kittens have in mind?

That kitten was just waiting for his masters.

Back to the warm nest together.

"give up"

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day that Shi Fangman fully woke up, with oil lingering on the tip of his nose.