Romance Victory

◎Respect is worse than obedience◎

Zhong Minggui drove to Xiao Fu's school.

Although it was summer vacation, I had called beforehand, and the principal was waiting here, and even dragged my cousin, who was the village party secretary, here, which was quite serious.

Firstly, Zhong Minggui has not only supported Xiao Fu these years, he is a rich and kind person; secondly, this child Fu Jianwei is indeed pitiful.

This has to start with Fu Jianwei's father.His father's name is Fu Xiaolin, and he is also a hard-working man. His mother died early, and his father found a stepmother. The stepmother gave birth to his own son, and his father became a stepdad.

Fu Xiaolin is an honest person who can only bury his head in his work. After his father passed away, his stepmother moved all his things to his mother's house and his own son's house, but he didn't say anything.

On the contrary, a girl from a well-to-do family just liked his character and wanted to recruit him to step in, but he refused, and became a sick widow at the end of the village. Anyone who mentioned it would shake their heads.It was a sick pot, no one in the family had no money, just a dilapidated house, two acres of poor land, no one dared to marry no matter how beautiful she was, so Fu Xiaolin happily jumped into the pit.

Seeing that the young couple lived a good life and had a child, but at nine months, the woman slipped and had a miscarriage, and died after giving birth to Fu Jianwei.

Fu Xiaolin had no choice but to entrust his infant son to his stepmother. He went to work in the city, and almost all the money he sent back was taken by his half-brother.The child was young and always listened to grandma's coaxing. Fu Xiaolin came back once a year, every two or three days, and never saw through; or saw through, but could only open his eyes and close his eyes.

Later, Fu Xiaolin gained a firm foothold in the city and hurried to pick up his son there, but died in a car accident the first day.The perpetrator ran away, but was not found. Fu Jianwei was sent back to his hometown, where he gained a bad reputation of restraining his relatives.

Fortunately, Fu Jianwei has good grades, behaves well, is good-looking, and his teachers like him, so he has been studying, otherwise his grandma would have wanted him to drop out of school and go home to raise pigs and farm.He was even recommended by his teacher and received long-term support from Zhong Minggui, so his grandma just let him go.

Later, his grandmother also passed away, and all the property was given to his uncle.His uncle was meaner than his grandma, and tried every means to make things difficult for him. Zhou Bapi would say that he was willing to bow down while he was still alive.

The teachers had no choice but to reach out to Fu Jianwei's house, and at most they could help apply for the school utility room for him to live in.

This is a very dilapidated village with a very simple campus. The teachers are all volunteers. It is really not suitable for young women to take these half-grown boys into their dormitory.

The headmaster's house is suitable, but to be honest, I don't want to raise such a big boy for other people's family for nothing.This child is still a widow, so he is somewhat taboo.

Fu Jianwei was very afraid of the utility room. Although the teachers tried to decorate it as warmly as possible, at night, he was the only one left in the school except for the deaf-mute uncle in the reception room, and the power would be cut off. He could only light candles or It was terrible to use the flashlight, and he felt that sooner or later he would be swallowed by the monster in the dark.

Fortunately, after all, I survived.

But now that he has graduated from the third year of junior high school, a new problem arises.

Fu Jianwei's grades and performance will definitely get into the only high school in the county. The principal of the county high school and the principal of the village junior high school are old classmates.

However, the quality of teaching in county high schools is mediocre, and the cost-repetition rate is very low.

For Fu Jianwei, his only way out is to study.

Others didn't study very well, and when they returned to the village, at least they had land and a house, so they could live no matter what, Fu Jianwei had no hope of that.Moreover, it's not that Fu Jianwei can't read. He is very smart and studious, and he always ranks among the best in that growing environment.

The teachers felt sorry for him and advised him to go to a high school in the city.It's just easier said than done. There are many excellent poor students in the good high schools in the city, and the subsidies given to Fu Jianwei are definitely not as great as those offered by the county high schools.Moreover, even if Fu Jianwei lives in a high school dormitory in the city for free, the daily expenses are still a big problem, and it is impossible to cover all of them for him.

The teachers persuaded Fu Jianwei to write to the kind-hearted Uncle Zhong, asking him to help him.

It didn't take long for good news to come, saying that Uncle Zhong promised to come and have a look during the summer vacation.

On the appointed day, Fu Jianwei got up before dawn, fed the pigs, chickens and ducks at his uncle’s house, swept the yard, watered the ground, washed and dried the clothes, cooked breakfast on the stove, and finished the work—the school was closed during the summer vacation , he had no choice but to go back to his uncle's house, and was met with a lot of sneering—then went to the village entrance and waited.

He knew that the other party would not come so early, so he took the world famous book that the teacher lent him to read.

He likes reading books very much.Except for the time when he was taken to the city by his father when he was six years old, he had never been out of the village, and his main source of contact with the outside world was through books.

His uncle's house has an old TV, and he was reluctant to install cable. He used a signal pot and only got a few channels. He thought it was a waste of electricity. To be lazy and not to work.

The village party secretary and the principal enthusiastically led Zhong Minggui around the school, treating him as a big leader.

Zhong Minggui looked sad, and let go of the donation to their school, and proposed to donate the student dormitory.Many students live far away, go out before dawn, climb mountains and wade for an hour or two to get to school.

There was no restaurant available in the village, so the village party secretary simply took people to his home and cooked lunch for the good man himself, with the principal and Xiao Fu helping him.

The headmaster cut a piece of good bacon, and usually he would cut it into a large piece and chew it happily, but thinking that people in the city love exquisiteness and pay attention to chewing slowly, so he carefully sliced ​​it into thin slices, only regretting the lack of carving skills.

Because I was too concentrated, I accidentally pushed two pieces of the kitchen knife and fell to the ground.

Xiao Fu happened to come over after washing the vegetables, so he quickly picked them up, put them in the water to wash them, and wanted to put them back.The principal hurriedly stopped him: "It's all dropped, you can eat it."

Xiao Fu immediately understood his concerns, nodded, and ate by himself.

The dining table was set up in the yard, and the earthen stove was also in the yard, not far away. Bo Yun was seated by the table, keeping his eyes on Xiao Fu.He watched Xiao Fu eat the bacon that fell on the floor, and frowned.It was in his house, so he just lost it.

Having said that, his family rarely eats bacon, which is unhealthy.His mother said that this thing was smoked and preserved because there was no refrigerator before, fearing that the meat would spoil. Any food must be fresh.

Zhong Minggui also saw it, and while no one was around, he whispered to his nephew: "See, you usually pick this and that. I don't know how many people in this world are living a miserable life that you can't imagine."

Bo Yun didn't speak.

Xiao Fu put the bowl of bacon next to the stove, the village party secretary glanced at him, and whispered to him: "Silly boy, go talk to Mr. Zhong, ask him if he has finished his tea, and pour him a glass." New one, help him peel apples, take him around to have a look around, hey, you have something to do."

The principal spoke for Xiao Fu from the side: "This kid is honest and introverted, just like his father."

The headmaster Bai, the secretary of the village party committee, took a look and pushed Xiao Fu with his free hand: "Go!"

Seeing Xiao Fu coming, Bo Yun got up quickly, startled Zhong Minggui who was teaching him earnestly, and turned his head to look: "Xiao Fu? What's wrong?"

Xiao Fu was also taken aback by Bo Yun, and shook his head: "It's okay, I, I'm here to ask if you've finished your tea, I'll pour you a new cup...Brother Yun, what's the matter? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"...Mmm." Bo Yun said calmly.

Xiao Fu hurriedly said, "I'll take you there."

Bo Yun followed Xiao Fu to a dry toilet.This thing didn't even have a door, and Bo Yun felt like throwing up outside the station.Not only did he not go in, but he took three steps back and said in a low voice, "Actually, I'm not in a hurry."

Xiao Fu looked back at him, and soon realized it, and said with a smile: "It's like this in the village... Or, it's convenient for you to go behind the wall, and I'll watch for you. No one comes. Or, go to the field."

The corner of Bo Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and he refused to take this path that he had never imagined: "No, I'm really in no hurry."

Xiao Fu only thought that he disliked dry toilets and was too embarrassed to relieve himself in the open air. After thinking about it, he said, "The office building of the village brigade is a new toilet. It's not like this. It's very clean. Let me take you there."

When the words of refusal came to his lips, Bo Yun thought for a while, and felt that people without long-term considerations must have near-term worries. If you are not in a hurry now, it does not mean that you are not in a hurry to wait, so you changed your mouth: "Okay."

Xiao Fu ran back to talk to Zhong Minggui and the village party secretary, and asked Zhong Minggui if he wanted to go with him.

Zhong Minggui is an off-road enthusiast, and he often goes to poor mountains and remote areas. He can accept the dry toilet, so he doesn't bother to take this trip. Let them go. He happened to talk to the village party secretary and the principal about adults.

Bo Yun followed Xiao Fu towards the brigade headquarters, the two of them peeked at each other along the way, they inevitably looked at each other, and hurriedly moved away from each other, inexplicably embarrassed.

After a long while, Bo Yun took out a lollipop from his trouser pocket and handed it to Xiao Fu: "Do you want to eat it?"

Xiao Fu looked at the beautiful packaging with fancy foreign words, guessed it was imported candy, and shook his head: "Thank you, no need, you can eat it yourself."

"I'm motion sick today, and I don't want to eat sweets." Bo Yun grabbed his arm without any explanation, and forced the lollipop into his palm.

Xiao Fu had no choice but to say: "Then, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Bo Yun burst out laughing.

Xiao Fu didn't know what was wrong, and looked at him with wide eyes nervously.

Bo Yun coughed lightly: "You suddenly said this, it's quite funny."

Xiao Fu blushed, and whispered, "I read it in the book..."

He felt elegant, so he learned to speak.Uncle Zhong is okay, Bo Yun looks too delicate and extravagant, he is afraid that the other party will dislike him for being rustic and rude.

Bo Yun was about to reply when Xiao Fu pointed to the small three-story building in front of him.

In fact, the toilets in the brigade headquarters are not clean, but they are modern squat toilets with partition doors.

Bo Yun patiently finished, washed his hands, but Xiao Fu was nowhere to be seen when he came out.He froze for a moment, looked around, and finally saw Xiao Fu coming out of an office while thanking him.

Xiao Fu ran towards Bo Yun and handed him a piece of soap: "It's clean, wash your hands."

Bo Yun glanced at the rough and cracked soap, then at Xiao Fu's earnest expression, took it, and went back to the sink to wash it again.Xiao Fu stood next to him and helped him turn on and turn off the water, so that his washed hands would not have to touch the faucet with residual scale.

After sending the soap back, the two went to the village secretary's house.Bo Yun thought about it and thanked him.Xiao Fu smiled and shook his head.

"...My problem, I'm a bit of a clean freak." Bo Yun was afraid of Xiao Fu's embarrassment, so he explained it like this.Although he doesn't actually have a cleanliness fetish, but the hygienic environment here is too hip.

Xiao Fu saw that he was cramped, and hurriedly paved the steps for him: "The city must be cleaner than here, we don't care too much."

"No...the conditions are different..." The more Bo Yun talked, the more he doubted that he might as well not talk, and quickly changed the topic, "Have you eaten that candy? Do you like it? My uncle still has half a box in the car."

Xiao Fu shook his head: "Not yet."

"Hurry up and eat, the weather is easy to melt." Bo Yun urged him.

But when Xiao Fu took out the candy and was about to take it apart, Bo Yun stopped again: "Wait, your hands... just wait."

Xiao Fu didn't ask the reason, he just did what he said.

The village secretary was right in front of him, and Bo Yun went to his uncle's car to get a pack of disinfectant wipes, gave Xiao Fu two pieces, and wiped his hands himself, and now his hands really felt clean.

Following his example, Xiao Fu wiped his hands carefully with a wet towel.

Taking advantage of this time, Bo Yun helped Xiao Fu tear off the candy paper.

This candy is faint blue, very delicate, clear and beautiful like gemstones.

"Here." Bo Yun handed it to him.

Xiao Fu hurriedly thanked him, took it and put it in his mouth, it was very sweet.

Bo Yun said, "I'll give you the candy privately later. I think your village party secretary and principal are of age, so there should be children at home. It's not good if you don't give them the sugar."

Xiao Fu waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, I don't like sweets very much."

"Oh, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that I didn't expect to bring so many." Bo Yun said, "You take it and eat it yourself, and I'll bring it to them next time."

Xiao Fu asked in surprise, "When are you coming?"

Bo Yun was quick-talking for a while, and when he asked this question, he thought it was unlikely, but he still bite the bullet and said, "Come on... isn't my brother-in-law donating to build a dormitory? I'll cut the ribbon when it's done."

"Oh... that's quite a long time." Xiao Fu said, "I really don't eat sweets very much, it's fine."

Bo Yun thinks that you really don't seem to have the conditions to eat sweets often, but it's hard to say.

The two looked at each other for about ten seconds, and Bo Yun sighed: "Okay, I'll bring it for you next time."

Bo Yun went back to the car and took the box of imported starry sky lollipops. He first picked out two sticks and gave them to Xiao Fu. Then he went back to the courtyard and told the village party secretary and the principal to give them to the children.

There are lollipops at the canteen in the village, which cost fifty cents a piece. Just looking at the packaging, they are quite different from this one.The two adults would not be flattered by this, but they were also very happy, thanked them, called the children at home, and ordered each of them to share one.

The principal kept one and handed it to Xiao Fu.Xiao Fu was about to refuse, when Bo Yun took it and stuffed it to him: "Next time I will bring more, you eat first."

Xiao Fu couldn't take down his desk, so he nodded and accepted.

Zhong Minggui watched in relief.Although the nephew is spoiled by the elders, he has a good heart.

The author says:

Zhong Minggui: It would be even better if I could not cheat my uncle.

Bo Yun: Hurry up and sleep, everything is possible in the dream.