hello little angel

Biancheng is the most affluent area in the south, it was born near the canal, the waterway is full of business traffic, the climate is mild, moist and affectionate land.

The Zhou family took over the water business in Biancheng, and there were hundreds of merchants under them, and the family was rich and prosperous, and almost no one could compare with it.Ding Yao is just a nursing home in the Zhou family's mansion. His wife has long since passed away, leaving only a son named Ding Zheng.

Ding Yao's usual income from guarding the gate is considered a surplus, but he likes to gamble and lives in poverty, living only on the board and lodging provided by the mansion throughout the year.

As for Ding Zheng, he hardly ever took care of him.

This day, Ding Yao ran in a hurry and bumped into passers-by on the street one after another. He hurried back to the "home" by the old willow tree on the edge of the city. Zheng.

"Clean up, and come with me to see Master Zhou tomorrow." Ding Yao panted heavily, his eyes were reddened, and the corners of his mouth twitched in excitement.

"No." Ding Zheng seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and scary.

"I have raised you for 19 years, so it's time to repay me!" Ding Yao spat at his son's feet, his expression became fierce, "Master Zhou's son is dying, and the monk said that he can save his life by cheering you on." That’s the Zhou family! The dowry money is enough for me to squander my whole life!”

"Entered the Zhou Mansion! You don't have to work hard anymore! What a great opportunity!"

Ding Yao, who was caught up in his imagination, didn't notice that his son, whom he hadn't seen for two years, had lost his immaturity, and his once thin limbs were now covered with a layer of firm muscles. He was already taller than his downcast father like a stray dog. The eyes under the dirt are as sharp as the tip of a dagger.

There was a twisting pain in the forearm, and Ding Yao was kicked to the ground the moment he let go, screaming in pain that his throat was blocked by a broken rib.Ding Zheng approached the man who was paralyzed on the ground, grabbed the skirt of his shirt with one hand and threw him out the door.

His clothes were shabby, his back was slightly bowed, and he looked down at his father as if he was looking at a dead mouse.

"Go away. Don't come back."

*

[Xiao Yu, your body temperature has started to rise, let's go back, come back tomorrow. 】The system's tone was worried, and it whispered persuasion.

Zhou Xingyu shook his head lightly, the black hair on his forehead was wet by the drizzle, his feet gradually lost weight, and he staggered up the mountain like stepping on cotton.

In spring, the drizzle was hazy, and it was like a thin layer of mist gathered in the mountains. The green was covered with ink, and there were no other pedestrians on the mountain. It was quiet and deep. A boy in white with black hair walked alone on the mountain steps. Going to look like an old ink painting that has been fainted by rain many years ago.

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the foot of the mountain. Zhou Xingyu's body couldn't hold on to the slightly cold rainy day. The dizzy person in front of him had a weak voice, like a sick cat.

"The plot is written, I have to get in touch with the villain first, develop a good impression of him, and force him to marry..." Zhou Xingyu had to stop, his throat was itchy, and he could not stop coughing violently.

[Then you don’t need to go to the mountain to find him, go back, go back! 】

"I don't know how long I'll have to wait when I go back... Ahem!"

According to the plot, unable to accept the absurd arrangement, the young master decides to go up the mountain to find the monk himself, and Ding Zheng usually goes up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, so this trip just happens to be able to find out his truth and kill two birds with one stone.

The rain is getting louder.

Zhou Xingyu's small face was flushed with heat, his eyes were covered with physiological tears, his eyelashes were stuck to each other by the rain, and the corners of his white clothes were stained with muddy water.

[Little rain!The villains are just ahead! 】

Consciousness began to float, Zhou Xingyu nodded, feeling that the scene in front of him began to reverse, and the last scene before closing his eyes was a straw hat and a pair of eyes like a deep pool.

*

The weight in his hands was pitifully light, and the protruding vertebrae could be touched through the clothes. Ding Zheng hugged the person in front of him, only to feel that the person in his arms was light and small, as fragile as morning dew.

Zhou Xingyu's whole body was hot, and his soft cheeks touched the rough cloth, causing him to rub lightly uncomfortably.

"Woo...it hurts..." He hummed unconsciously like a milk cat.

Ding Zheng froze for a moment, hugged the man in his arms with one arm, and touched the man's cheek with calloused fingers, as gently as touching a fresh flower petal.

I don't know which noble son, what is he doing in this remote mountain?

The bamboo hat and coir raincoat were put on the person in his arms, and the rain was blocked by Ding Zheng.He changed all the wild vegetables he had picked with great difficulty into medicines, carried people through the streets and alleys by mistake, and hurried home.

The dim candlelight flickered in the sound of rain, Ding Zheng didn't care about being soaked, he just gently put the man at the end of the bed, and stretched out his hands to take off his soaked clothes.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, nor had he touched anything softer than the skin under his hands.

The boy's frozen skin was almost transparent, dark blue blood vessels were clearly visible, and the joints were pink. He was thin and fragile, but sickly and beautiful.Due to the high fever, Ding Zheng felt that every inch of tenderness touched by his fingers was burning, and the slight burning pain spread throughout his body through the nerve endings, making his fingertips tremble slightly.

Even with the softest cloth Ding Zheng possessed and with the lightest effort, the boy still frowned subconsciously when he was wiped.

"Does it hurt?"

Ding Zheng had no choice but to dip a handkerchief in hot water to warm the inside of his wrist, and then use his wrist to gently wipe the boy's sweaty forehead and nose.The place where the skin met was hot and numb, and Ding Zheng inevitably touched his burning red lips. The moment he withdrew his hand, his heartbeat was heavy and fast, and the sound of rapid breathing was clearly audible.

How did you bring him back?

Ding Zheng stared blankly at the young man lying on his bed. His black hair was coiled around the pillow, smooth as silk, his blushing face was soft and tender, his brows and eyes were like ink in distant mountains, and his eyelashes quivered like a butterfly about to flap its wings. There must be a pair of very beautiful eyes.

It is out of tune with the crude environment around.

The fragrance of the medicine spread, Ding Zheng picked up the wooden spoon, and put his big hand on the young man's limp and slender neck, like supporting a weak white swan.

Feeding the medicine against his lips, spoon by spoon, Ding Zheng couldn't take his eyes off the boy's wet lips.

The wooden spoon was dented between the juvenile's bright red lips, and the snow-white teeth were exposed.Ding Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, and his breath was full of the orchid fragrance that seemed to be absent from the boy's body.

The sound of rain, the dim candlelight flickering, and a quiet atmosphere flowed in this small space.

Ding Zheng cleaned up briefly, took a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fell on the boy's exposed half of his cheek.He thought of the appearance of the boy falling in the rain and mist -- the mountains were empty, like a pure white snowflake falling in spring.

So he took him home, wanting to leave behind this beautiful, fragile snowflake.