delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua took a shower and lay down on the sofa to wait for his hair to dry. When the weather is hot in summer, he especially dislikes things like hair dryers.

Sitting is also sitting, the young master played with his mobile phone.

Other noble young masters at his age are either promoting their youth on the racing track, flaunting their wealth and flirting with girls, or are addicted to online games, ranking first in the game world, and killing everyone with golden limited equipment.

Tang Hua has always been uninterested in these things, and even seldom uses her mobile phone.

His WeChat is only known to a few people, and the number of people added in it can be in double digits:

Either a relative or a teacher, the only thing that is different is Fei Cao.

It was after school, the two were lying on the railing of the teaching building, and the QR code scanned by Fei Cao added him.

Fei Cao's profile picture is the same as his own, simple and clean, it is a black and white hand-painted, the screen name is a simple "wild grass", even cooler than Zhou Rong in the second year.

The young master bowed his head and thought for a while, but he still didn't change the note. He felt that the word "wild grass" really matched Feicao.

He took the initiative to initiate a message:

[Tang Hua: At the same table, have you eaten yet? 】

He remembered that the book said that Fei Cao had a difficult life in his early years, and later started a business. He suffered from stomach problems and even had a gastrectomy in the hospital.

A young man with no support at the bottom, in order to make a comeback and live a prosperous life, he doesn't know how much hardship he has to suffer and how much he has to pay.

Chen Yunjiao only saw him as resplendent and resplendent, and wanted to be rich and rich with him, but she never thought about how many sleepless nights the other party has experienced, and how much sweat she shed.

She doesn't know, or she doesn't want to know.

If she knew, if she really liked her, how could she be willing to inflict so much suffering on the other party?

It's really embarrassing to say, there are so many ignorant and wealthy second generations in Nancheng, why did Chen Yunjiao choose Feicao and toss about it.

Fei Cao has changed into the waiter's clothes at this moment, and is washing his face with cold water in the bathroom: that Qin Erdai is really about to provoke him, and it makes him a little irritable and impatient.

But then he looked in the mirror and wiped his face with a hand towel aside.

In the mirror, the vicious young man changed his face in a blink of an eye: pretending to be decent but a little immature like a teenager, clean and neat but a little uncomfortable to sneak through an adult.

A voice came from outside: "Hey, Fei Cao, are you alright? Young Master Qin has urged you several times."

Facing the mirror, Fei Cao smiled, and replied in a tone she had practiced countless times: "It will be here soon."

It was as if he was just an ordinary student who worked for money and was now troubled by the entanglement between the rich and the young.

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket vibrated, Fei Cao took it out, and the message on the screen came into view:

[Xiaojiaohua: At the same table, have you eaten yet? 】

He quickly replied:

[Wild Grass: I ate it, thank you at the same table for your concern.you should rest earlier. 】

Opposite seconds back:

[Xiaojiaohua: Okay, you too, remember to go back from the bar early, and be careful on the way. 】

"Little Jiaohua" is his note to Tanghua, regardless of her appearance and personality, she looks like the most delicate flower carefully raised in the garden.

For example, when Fei Cao entered the orphanage that year, she could only look at the flower from a distance, and the aunt of the orphanage would beat her up as soon as she touched it.

In fact, every child can touch the flowers there, but only he will be scolded if he touches them.

[Wild Grass: Follow orders, my deskmate~]

But now he seems to have a flower that only he can touch, and others will be pricked and cry bitterly.

Fei Cao picked up the wine holder and walked towards the door, his flashing profile was reflected in the mirror:

The waiter seemed to show a sincere smile suitable for his age, but it was too short, with a short-lived tenderness.

Finally, it was twelve o'clock. Fei Cao used to work in this bar from eight o'clock to four o'clock in the morning, but later broke out with the number one sales volume in three months. The boss was full of hope for him and asked him What reward do you want.

Fei Cao raised her eyes, her face was full of the sleepiness and helplessness of a high school student, so there was a few words around her, and then everyone remembered that this was still a high school student.

So the boss waved his hand, "Zhou Papi" hadn't eaten up the conscience of the dog, and allowed Fei Cao to leave work on time until twelve o'clock, but the basic salary was halved.

Those who speak for him may not have good intentions. Several salesmen also want to reduce your working hours. How can you get the first place when the time comes?

It's just that within two days, a great god who gave money came, and asked for Fei Cao to deliver wine.

This... Thinking that the other party worked half of the class and received more salary than theirs in two months, the salesman became envious.

But this anger can't be directed at Young Master Qin, let alone complain in front of the boss, so Fei Cao's treatment in the bar is the same as that in school: full of indifference and neglect.

Fei Cao himself said: Thank you, it's rare to be quiet.

As soon as twelve o'clock came, Fei Cao took off the waiter's clothes, revealing the white shirt underneath, which made him look childish, upright and splendid.

Qin Erdai, who had no answer from the waiter in the living room, kicked out the door in a blaze, and suddenly saw such grasses across the corridor, feeling that the fire was rushing down his body, and his eyes wished to grow on the other party's body.

Fei Cao is leaving, but the guest wants him to stay, this is quite a commotion.

The owner of Papi was embarrassed: "Xiao Fei, the customer is God, there is no other way, or you can stay for two more hours, and I will double your wages, okay?"

That's what he said, but there was no discussion in his tone.

Fei Cao raised her eyes, feeling really boring, her eyes were dark and deep, like an impenetrable abyss, making people breathless, but in an instant, she transformed into that helpless and mature high school student, with embarrassment: "Boss, I really can't help it, I still have to go to class, and I have to bring orange juice to my deskmate tomorrow."

"What orange juice?"

Qin Erdai squinted his eyes, a pair of dirty hands were about to hug each other's shoulders, but failed to do so.

Fei Cao seemed to just turn sideways to talk to the boss, without deliberately avoiding it, but it made him lose his hand.

The second generation of Qin stopped, thinking it was a coincidence, "Xiao Fei, what can I tell my brother, there is no matter in Nancheng that I can't handle, is your deskmate bullying you, brother help you solve it."

Brother, look at the difference between you and Tang Hua.

If you get close to Tang Hua, and the other party knows that you are the second generation who forced Fei Cao to drink, you might be lying on the ground in the next second.

Your father knew that you were beaten up, and he still begged to go to Tang's villa to make an apology!

Fei Cao said lightly: "Thank you Brother Qin, but I am willing."

"Oh, why are you being polite to Brother Qin? Xiao Fei, come on, go to the private room with Brother, and talk to Brother, Brother will vent his anger on you."

His sticky eyes were glued to Fei Cao's body, it was as if he wanted to lick the skin of his whole body.

If he hadn't taken care of the outside, he would have pounced on him in the next second.

Boss Papi, what do you not understand in this situation?

But he wished he could pack it up, wash it himself, and send the grass to the other party's bed, so as to have one more chance to please the God of Wealth, so why not do it?

As for Fei Cao willing?Who can control him?

Maybe in the eyes of the boss, he still helped the other party in this way. After all, you are a poor boy, and the pie of wealth that fell from the sky in one step, what is there to be pretentious?

So the boss also pushed Fei Cao: "Hey, Xiao Fei, you have to look like you are working during working hours, why don't you help Young Master Qin back to the private room?"

Fei Cao laughed, but the boss's hand flew away and didn't push him. He seemed to be sideways because of embarrassment, but the boss fell straight forward and threw Qin Erdai who was standing aside.

Qin Erdai staggered a few steps back, stood firm and cursed: "Damn it, you old bastard, how dare you push me?"

"Hey, Young Master Qin, that's right, I want to push Xiaofei."

He looked at Fei Cao who was at the side in panic: "Xiao Fei, you dead bastard, stand up and say something."

Fei Cao lowered her head and trembled all over, looking as if she was frightened.

"What the hell, dare to touch the young master, dirty the clothes of the young master, even if you sell your shop, you won't be able to pay for it."

He yelled bitterly, the more he yelled, the more he got angry, the fire under his body was not resolved, but the fire in his heart started, and he called out loudly to the bodyguard standing at the door of the private room: "You smashed this place for the young master."

"Hey, Young Master Qin, hold your hand high, I'm a small business."

"Xiaofei, Xiaofei, hurry up and persuade Young Master Qin."

"Hey, big brother, brothers, you can't smash it here, you can't smash it."

"Oh, my shop!"

Even though it was a midsummer night, it was still a bit chilly, Fei Cao put on his coat as he walked, and followed those noisy people in embarrassment, no one even noticed when he left.

He walked very fast, and he didn't look back the whole time. His eyes were slightly lowered, and they were full of dark light, which was extremely dangerous.

Fei Cao could feel someone following her behind her:

Is it the second generation of Qin, or Chen Sinian who threatened to break his legs?

Not important anymore.

From the bar to the way home, Fei Cao walked thousands of times. If he wanted to, he could easily shake off the tail behind him. There are many bushes and alleys here. It is difficult for people who are not familiar with the road to catch up with him.

If it was normal, Fei Cao would definitely choose to avoid them.

But by coincidence, there happened to be an anger that had nowhere to vent tonight, and you hit it off.

Under the moonlight, in the half-darkness, Fei Cao smiled meaningfully, turned around and ran away.

The tail behind him yelled "fuck" when he saw this, and then ran after him, shouting fiercely, "Don't let this little brat get away."

Perhaps out of panic, this "little bastard" didn't run on the avenue, and the more he ran, the more he went sideways. From the perspective of those behind him, it was tantamount to asking for a dead end.

They chased to a dead end in an alley, and the leading man flexed his wrists, feeling overjoyed, and cursed: "Brothers, break his legs for me, this little thing can really fucking run, I'm exhausted. "

But when I looked up, there was no one in the empty alley?

This little bastard jumped the wall and ran away?

There was a low "fuck" sound, and there were curses everywhere, all kinds of ugly words.

There were seven or eight people in this group, with ferocious faces, wearing vests with big muscles showing, they seemed to be Lianjiazi.

Fei Cao was hidden in the darkness, and there were no street lights in this alley, so the "little bastard" they didn't know they were going to chase was hiding behind them, holding the steel pipe that came along at the street corner while running.

He smiled and walked out of the darkness gently.

A moment later, in this dark and deserted alleyway, there were bursts of mournful shouts.

Fei Cao walked out from here with a blank expression, and pressed the peaked cap on her head. It was just snatched from a person, and the stick in his hand was still stained with blood.

There was a lot of screaming behind him, all of them were minor injuries, bleeding at most, and the bones were not broken, which was very minor compared to the clamoring "break Fei Cao's leg" before.

Fei Cao cleverly avoided the camera on her way, until she reached a lake, threw the stick in her hand down, and watched the blood-stained stick sink to the bottom of the lake.

He suddenly sat on the ground weakly, brushed his hair back, and thought to himself, what did he do tonight!

He was quick and ruthless, knocking down a man with a hat and put it on himself immediately. It was dark and he moved so fast that no one could see his face clearly.

Fighting is the best way to vent your emotions. Human beings are born from negative things such as evil wars and killings, and civilization is born from these dirty and bloody things.

But after the fight, the breath in his heart came out, but Fei Cao didn't know what he was doing.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he was like this too, shaking his fists at those who scolded him one by one.

At that time, my grandmother was called to school every day, and then took him home on a bicycle.

Sitting in the back seat, he could see his grandma's white hair, and the two of them had nothing to say along the way.

When he got home, grandma would serve him a meal, and after watching him wash the dishes, she would sit under the light and explain his homework to him. During the period, there would always be flowers bought by grandma at the flower market by the window.

The things Mr. Fei gave him were all extremely gentle, as if as long as he was in the gentleness, he would be able to infect Feicao a little bit over the long days and make him become gentle.

Grandma never scolded him, but kept telling him to "be a good person and be a useful person."

Fei Cao doesn't know what it means to be a good person, nor does she know what is useful.

All I know is that after fighting with someone that night, I saw Teacher Fei sitting alone under the light crying at night.

She is a gentle and kind person, even shed tears silently.

In other words, she might be afraid of being discovered by Fei Cao next door, so she covered her mouth and cried alone, not even daring to make a sound.

Her tears flowed down the already aged cheeks, and also flowed into Fei Cao's heart.

Those gentle flowers, those whispers that permeated little by little every day, finally touched this little boy who was born with weak emotions.

Fei Cao climbed onto the roof that night, he was only nine years old, and he still vaguely understood everything.

But he knew he couldn't make Teacher Fei sad, and he didn't want to see grandma cry again.

So Fei Cao never fought with anyone again, whether others scolded him or humiliated him, nothing stirred up waves in the child's heart.

In other words, when one thinks of Teacher Fei's tears that night, these waves are insignificant.

The author has something to say:

We Cao and Hua are really two extremely gentle and kind children.

Emphasize again: Fei Cao has done it, but it is very measured, at most shed a little blood, which belongs to the level that it can be cured in three to five days.It is much lighter than the consequences of the other party's "broken leg".