Romance Victory

◎Xiao Fu◎

It rained heavily in the early morning, and the roads in the outskirts of the old city were very dark. The rare street lights that were not broken kept flickering, giving people the feeling that it would be dark at any time.

Fu Xiaolin really wanted to curse and curse.But no, I am afraid that children will learn bad things.

Thinking of this, he shook his son who had slipped in his arms.

Because I needed to hold an umbrella, I could only hold my six-year-old son in one hand. I couldn’t grasp it well, and the shaking was heavy. When the child woke up, his tender face was pressed against his rough chin, and he called Dad in a low voice.

"Hey." Fu Xiaolin's voice at the moment was so gentle that if his co-workers heard it, they would laugh like crazy, "It's okay, you hold Dad's neck tightly and don't fall off. Go on to sleep, ah."

The son would be considerate, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Dad, please let me go."

Fu Xiaolin was relieved but refused: "It's raining so heavily, the ground is covered with mud. It's okay, chicken cubs are heavier than you. You don't eat much at this age, be careful that you won't grow taller, and you won't be able to marry a wife."

He wanted to ask his son several times if it was because grandma didn't give him food, but it was meaningless to ask a child such a question, so forget it.

It was impossible before.The child's mother died after giving birth, and he went to the city alone to work as a migrant worker. He really couldn't take care of it. He was afraid of losing the child and had no money to send it to kindergarten.

Now that the child is older and his situation is better, he took it over from his hometown.

——Fu Xiaolin is diligent, honest, and good-looking. The contractor likes him and is willing to promote him. He also promised to help his son enroll in the city's primary school.

Fu Xiaolin's only regret now is: in order to save money on a hotel in the county for one night, he took the bus back to the city in the middle of the night and encountered this annoying heavy rain.

Fu Xiaolin walked towards the construction site while describing the beautiful life in the future with his son.

Although it was midnight, no one was in charge, and there were no cars, but when he crossed the intersection, he still waited for the traffic lights.

When he first came to the city, he didn't understand this, so he was grabbed by the old lady wearing an armband and talked about it for a long time.He understands that people have good intentions, and he will remember it ever since.

When Fu Xiaolin walked to the middle of the zebra crossing, he suddenly heard the sharp sound of car tires slipping in the rain, which startled him. He turned his head and saw only a dazzling white light——

Fu Xiaolin briefly lost consciousness.I don't know how long it took, maybe it didn't take long, he reacted, propped up his elbows, crawled to his son not far away, hugged him and shouted repeatedly.

Finally, the son opened his eyes: "Dad..."

Just as Fu Xiaolin breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the rushing sound of wheels again.He turned his head to look, at that moment there was no time to think, no time to escape, only time to turn his back almost instinctively, holding his son tightly in his arms.

——Then, the car drove him away viciously and indifferently, and drove away quickly.

Fu Xiaolin fell on the side of the road and couldn't get up again.He felt that his internal organs were shattered, and he was vomiting blood, his vision became more and more blurred, and finally he only saw his son crying and pushing himself.He opened his mouth, wanting his son to pick up the umbrella, so as not to catch a cold, this small body doesn't seem to be able to withstand a little damage.But he couldn't say anything.

ten years later.midsummer.

Bo Yun's face was slumped, and he was about to stare at the passing field scenery outside the car window.

He was a junior in high school and had no summer homework. He thought he would be able to spend two months in style. Unexpectedly, his mother heard that his brother-in-law was going to visit a poor, studious and self-improvement subsidized teenager, packed him up and threw him over, and let him watch bitterness and sweetness.

The road became more and more broken, and at the moment before Bo Yun was knocked to death, the car finally stopped, and his uncle yelled: "Fuck, don't spit in my car! Get down and spit! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Bo Yun stumbled out of the car, leaning on a tree by the side of the road to vomit.

His uncle was so inhumane, he made sarcastic remarks there: "You are too delicate, what should you do when you start military training?"

Bo Yun retorted angrily: "Your military training was driven for four hours in this broken car with a 38-degree air conditioner and a broken air--"

He turned his head and continued to retch.

His uncle plausibly said: "You also saw the road, this car is going to be thrown away anyway, it's not a pity if it's broken and it falls apart. If you drive a good car, you'll have to fix it later. Money isn't money, is it?"

"Are you short of this money?—Didn't my mother just give you 20?——"

"Money should be used wisely. It should be spent and saved." The uncle of the billionaire trust fund heir suddenly spoke earnestly. I was wrong, I should let you get in touch more, otherwise you don’t know how many people in this world live completely different lives from you. I’m going to see that little Fu later, he’s just two months younger than you, he... hey , is that Xiao Fu?"

Bo Yun's uncle - Zhong Minggui poked his head out of the car window, and shouted at the boy who was reading with his head down beside the boulder in front of him: "Hey...is it Xiaofu?!"

Bo Yun took a break from vomiting and looked at the huge "Fujiacun" sign at the entrance of the village.

Forget it, although Zhong Minggui is mentally retarded, it is not easy to persist in subsidizing poor students with great love in his heart.

The boy put away his book, trotted to the front of the car, looked at Bo Yun, looked at Zhong Minggui, and asked, "Are you Uncle Zhong?"

"En." Zhong Minggui responded.

The young man hurriedly bowed to him: "Uncle Zhong, hello, I am...Xiao Fu, Fu Jianwei."

"Oh," Zhong Minggui said calmly, "It was a little far away and I couldn't see clearly, but now I recognize it, and it looks quite similar to the photo. Have you been waiting for a long time? Get in the car and cool down in the car."

Xiao Fu hesitated and looked at Bo Yun, who was panting with his back on his back and his knees bent.

"Almost forgot." Zhong Minggui handed out the mineral water from the window, "Xiao Fu helped me to get out of the car, I'm too lazy to get out of the car. Then my nephew, named Bo Yun, is two months older than you, the devil king of the world, who left home just after the holiday. It’s exploded, his mother can’t stand it, if you throw it to me, it’s as if I can bear it. If you give it to him, stay away, don’t let him bite.”

Bo Yun: "..."

Okay, you see, if I shave my head or not in the first month, it will be over.

Xiao Fu chewed on the words "blow up the house" in amazement, went to Bo Yun's side, and handed him something timidly: "You... Yun, brother Yun? Do you drink water?"

While talking, while looking secretly.

There are many demon kings in the village. 16 years old is not too young here. Many people don't study after graduating from junior high school. They do adult things, and some do bad things.Bo Yun is like a piece of white jade, handsome and temperamental, he doesn't look like those hooligans in any way.

Although my heart is angry, but uncle Chunhuo, there is no need to vent my anger.Bo Yun replied "Thank you", took the water without looking up, but it was boring at the moment, he twisted it a few times, but he couldn't unscrew it, so angry that he vowed to shave both heads in the first month.

Seeing this, Xiao Fu stretched out his hand to take the water back, unscrewed it and gave it to him.

Bo Yun rinsed his mouth, and patted the remaining water on his face, feeling much better, then raised his eyes: "Thank you..."

Bo Yun didn't look at Xiao Fu's photo beforehand, so he wasn't interested.He only knew that his name was Fu Jianwei, and the name was simple and upright at first glance. He planted eight acres of land in one go, and he could hit two of them with one punch, let alone being interested.

But at this moment, he knew what "the goods are not on the right board".It wasn't the right word, but he couldn't spare any more brain cells to think about it now.

Xiao Fu's appearance is very beautiful and delicate, with a small face, gentle eyebrows and eyes, very thin, and soft hair.His clothes are old and don't fit, the style is like 20 years ago, patched, but very neat, after staying under the poisonous sun for so long, there is sweat on his forehead, but there is no sweat smell, so close to Bo Yun can only smell To a light homely soap scent.

Bo Yun slowly stood up straight, a head taller than Xiao Fu.He straightened the corner of his clothes, cleared his throat, and said politely: "The sun is too big, let's talk in the car."

Xiao Fu nodded.

Bo Yun took two steps ahead and opened the back door: "Come."

Xiao Fu went up obediently.

Bo Yun closed the door, walked around to the other side of the back seat, got into the car, glanced at Xiao Fu who was cramped, leaned over to fasten his seat belt, and explained: "My uncle just teased you. I was doing a chemical experiment." He paused, and explained modestly, "It's the content of the third year of high school. I just learned the second year of high school by myself. Maybe I still need a teacher to guide me."

His uncle quickly dismantled the situation: "How can I remember that your chemistry grades are not good?"

"You remember wrong." Bo Yun said indifferently.

Xiao Fu watched the bickering between his uncle and nephew, and smiled.

Bo Yun hurriedly shut up, with a sullen face, showing a dignified look.

Xiao Fu thought he was angry, so he quickly suppressed his smile, squeezed his lips together, lowered his head, and rubbed the corner of his clothes uneasily.

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