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After returning home, Zhao Kaile went to get a boiled egg to put on Zhan Hang's face. The slap was neither light nor heavy, but it also left red marks on his face.

"Usually you talk so much, why don't you ask me a word now?" Zhan Hang sat cross-legged on the sofa, asking Zhao Kaile who was sitting opposite him boredly.

Zhao Kaile said: "I usually don't dare..."

"I think you are very daring now." Zhan Hang stretched out his hand to pinch his face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think I'm particularly disobedient?"

"No." Zhao Kaile blushed slightly, and thought to himself why you just talk and move your feet when you speak!

Zhan Hang withdrew his hand, let him rub the egg on his face, and said slowly: "I grew up with my grandfather when I was young, I didn't kiss my parents, I only kissed my grandfather relative."

Zhao Kaile remembered that he said that his hometown was in the north, and he only came to the south after entering junior high school, so he nodded clearly.

Zhanhang said dissatisfiedly: "You are asking."

"..." Zhao Kaile asked cooperatively: "Then, how old is your grandfather now?"

Zhanhang said: "I left when I was in high school."

Zhao Kaile whispered: "...I'm sorry."

I really want to travel back to just now and die with a club.

"My grandfather is a veteran." Zhanhang didn't care much, and said to himself, "Do you remember the plot line of the orderly from the Thirteenth Company in "Sword"? It's a bit like he was in the army back then, I think When writing the script, I felt that this part was quite real, and the quality of this drama should not be much worse."

Zhao Kaile nodded, looked at him seriously, and listened attentively.

"You can probably imagine what a decent person he is." Zhan Hang said: "He has always disliked Zhan Hongyuan, but my mother didn't like to listen to him and insisted on marrying. Later, I was born and grew up to two years old. Too many, my grandfather was afraid that Zhan Hongyuan would lead me astray, so he discussed with the two of them to take me back and raise me."

Zhao Kaile frowned suspiciously: "Does your mother agree?"

"Of course she agrees." Zhan Hang said with a little helplessness: "She was only 19 years old when she gave birth to me. She hadn't grown up yet, so she gave birth to me in a daze. Someone is willing to take over a big trouble from her. , it's too late for her to be happy."

Zhao Kaile got a black thread when he heard it, and wondered if there was such a mother.

Zhan Hang: "Before I had me, Zhan Hongyuan didn't dare to blatantly play bad games. After I was born, he felt that he had a bargaining chip, and gradually revealed his true colors. Feng Biqin is stupid, giving everything to her man, my grandfather He's not stupid, but he's old, and he only has a daughter like Feng Biqin under his knees, so he can't be scolded, let alone beaten, so he can only get used to it."

In my memory, that summer was still hot, and the sound of cicadas came along the track of time, waking up the boy who was lying on his homework and taking a nap in the morning.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looked down at his homework book, and was surprised to find that he hadn't moved a pen—it seemed that he had written that point in a dream.

"Xiaohang." Grandpa's hoarse voice came from outside the house: "Come here."

Zhan Hang's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, he jumped off the stool guiltily, and walked towards the main hall with his flip-flops on.

Although Feng Xinghuai was old, his back was still straight and his eyes were bright.He sat upright on the wicker chair, and said to his grandson, "Your parents want you to go back to province A, and they will pick you up in two days."

Zhan Hang froze for a moment, heard the words "Parents", and searched in his mind for a long time, and then gradually two faces that he was not familiar with appeared. To him, Feng Biqin and Zhan Hongyuan only came here during the holiday "That man" and "that woman" who came to see him at home.

"No." He said bluntly, "I will live here."

Feng Xinghuai said: "It's your parents, not anyone else. You can go to a better school in province A."

"The school here is also very good." Zhanhang looked at him puzzled: "Do you really want me to go?"

Feng Xinghuai was stopped by his question, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes fell on other places, and he sighed.

Zhanhang didn't know why he was upset, and was a little afraid that he would really send him away, so he immediately swore and swore: "I will study hard, I will listen to you and the teacher, and I will go home immediately after school , and no longer fight with others..."

Feng Xinghuai hated him the most, so he immediately reprimanded: "Why are you crying? A man is a real man, shed tears at every turn, isn't it a joke for others?"

"I didn't cry." Zhanhang raised his arms and wiped away his tears vigorously, choked up: "I am..."

"Come here." Feng Xinghuai waved to him.

Zhan Hang sniffed and passed by, Feng Xinghuai wiped his tears and snot for him, with a look of resentment: "Will you still cry when you go there?"

"Why...you must go..." Zhan Hang said while twitching: "I don't want to go, I don't even know them."

Feng Xinghuai had no choice but to say: "Yangyang will be transferred to Province A next semester. You stay here by yourself. Who do you usually hang out with?"

Zhanhang looked at him with tears in his eyes, pursed his mouth and asked, "Really?"

Feng Xinghuai said to him, "Go and ask yourself."

The next day, Zhanhang stopped at the door of Zhou Jiyang's classroom during recess, grabbed people and questioned him.

"You didn't tell me you were going to transfer school??" Zhan Hang felt that he had suffered a great betrayal, and his face was angry: "Are you still a brother?"

Zhou Jiyang said injustice: "My father said that you also want to transfer to another school, so I agreed!"

The two brothers looked at each other, only to realize that they were both deceived by adults.

That night Zhanhang was angry and didn't go home, so Zhou Jiyang sat with him on the ridge of the field, swatting the mosquitoes from time to time.

A full moon hung high in the sky, the cool breeze was blowing, and the sounds of frogs and cicadas were intertwined. After sitting in the wind for a while, Zhanhang finally became less angry.

Zhou Jiyang asked vaguely with a straw in his mouth, "Do you really want to leave?"

"I don't want to." Zhanhang picked up a stone casually, threw it into a small puddle, and said, "Did my grandfather think I'm annoying and wanted to send me away a long time ago?"

Zhou Jiyang said: "My dad said that adults are strict with you for your own good, not because you are annoying."

"Your father lied to you." Zhan Hang looked at him contemptuously: "If he really thinks so, why would he buy you whatever you want? Why isn't he strict with you?"

"Because I'm the youngest." Zhou Jiyang said confidently, "My brother and sister have already received education for me."

Zhan Hang said: "Anyway, if I don't leave, you should tell your father that neither of us will leave."

Zhou Jiyang said: "That's all right, I'm also quite reluctant to part with Wang Yaya and the others, what should I do if they like others after I transfer?"

"Crazy." Zhanhang gave him a blank look.

Zhou Jiyang pushed him angrily, Zhanhang pushed back unconvinced, the two pushed back and forth, accidentally fell on the field, and was immediately covered in mud.

"It's over!" Zhou Jiyang wailed first: "My grandma has to beat me up again...I have to go home, I won't be with you anymore!"

Zhanhang laughed and held him down to prevent him from getting up.

The two were competing, and there were anxious shouts from several adults in the distance, among which was an elderly and hoarse male voice, which was Feng Xinghuai.

When they were found by adults, they had already become two mud monkeys.

Feng Xinghuai put one hand on Zhan Hang's shoulder, with a solemn expression, making it impossible to see his emotions at all.Zhanhang instinctively felt that he was going to be beaten, so he closed his eyes reflexively, but he didn't wait for his grandfather's fist for a long time, only knowing that the hands on his shoulders were still trembling slightly.

On the other side, Zhou Jiyang's pants had already been ripped off, and his father was raising his hand high. Before the beating was over, his mother and son were already crying at the same time, and the hand stopped in mid-air for a moment, no, no Neither is going down.

Zhou Jiyang's grandma cried, "Son, forget it, as long as the person is found! Don't beat me, don't beat me!"

"Mom, I haven't yet..." Zhou Jiyang's father was crying so much that he had to stop, and stared at Zhou Jiyang who was thundering but not raining.

Zhanhang opened his eyes, but saw Feng Xinghuai holding his forehead with one hand, he seemed a little unsteady, and it took him a while to recover.

"Grandpa?" The young Zhanhang had this feeling for the first time - he found that grandpa was not as indestructible as he thought.

Feng Xinghuai's wrinkles were deeper than before, his hair was also paler than before, and his back could only be straightened when he braced himself, otherwise he would be as stooped as other old people.

He is older than ever.

When Zhanhang realized this problem, he felt scared for the first time.

"Just come back." Feng Xinghuai stretched out his hand, wiped his face a few times to make it clean, and said in a deep voice, "As long as people are fine, we can't scare grandpa like this anymore, you know?"

Zhanhang choked for a long time, then nodded slowly.

Two days later, Feng Biqin and Zhan Hongyuan came to pick him up as promised.

The roads in the village are uneven and very muddy, and the brand-new butterflies are running in front of the old-fashioned buildings, which seems extremely unnatural.

Feng Biqin went upstairs alone to talk to Feng Xinghuai, while Zhan Hang sat alone in the living room facing Zhan Hongyuan, with a slightly nervous expression on his face. After all, when Feng Xinghuai heard Zhan Hongyuan's name, it was always associated with some not-so-high-grade nouns. .

"Son, Dad knows you don't want to part with grandpa." Zhan Hongyuan sat next to him, with a gentle tone and loving eyes: "but grandpa is old, and when he gets old, he will get sick. He can't take care of you all the time, you know?"

Zhanhang grabbed the fabric on his knees with both hands, and whispered, "I know."

Zhan Hongyuan patiently said: "So Mom and Dad came to pick you up this time, and they are also helping grandpa to lighten the burden. You don't want to make grandpa too tired, right?"

"But I'm gone, he's here alone." Zhanhang felt sad even thinking about it, his nose was slightly sore.

Zhan Hongyuan said: "No, aren't Yangyang's grandparents nearby? They will take care of each other. Dad promises you that he will bring you back every winter and summer vacation, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhanhang was finally willing to raise his eyes to examine the man in front of him carefully, but he was still a little puzzled, as if he couldn't quite match the word "father" with him.

Zhan Hongyuan stretched out his little finger to him again, Zhanhang thought for a moment, then stretched out his little finger, and made this agreement that he still regrets in retrospect.