After being dressed as a scumbag, I rescued myself by pampering my wife [Quick Transmigration]

"I heard that Fu Kun is going to join the army?"

"...It's still a month...you worry about it..."

"How long have you been back...Are you going to get together today?"

"Ju doesn't get together with us...what's his identity?"

The surrounding discussions poured into my ears, and one after another, I was no different from a piece of garbage that was randomly thrown on the ground, allowing people to trample on it.

Shi Yang was lying on the ground, his body was sore, his limbs seemed to be disassembled and reassembled together.

He crawled on the ground, breathing heavily, and was kicked by several men in disgust.

"Damn it... then the dishes... it won't work after a few times..."

"Bah..." He spat.

"I still fucking want to climb a branch and become a phoenix..."

The toe of the shoe touched his body, like kicking away wild dogs on the side of the road.

"Go...go drink..."

The narrow alleys are full of unpleasant smells, the smell of garbage, and an unknown sour smell.

Shi Yang didn't move any more, he was lying on the ground, his eyes glanced to the side.

Seeing the man passing by the alley, those hooligans were holding his shoulders, but he quietly avoided the contact of the other party.

The line of sight seems to sweep over here.

Shi Yang flinched and moved his fingertips on the ground, instinctively not wanting the other party to see his embarrassed appearance.

"Hey...Brother Fu...Look what you're doing...a beggar..."

"Yeah...it's disgusting..."

A mocking voice drifted in, carrying out another execution.

Shi Yang withdrew his gaze, stared at the cockroach crawling by, and pursed his dry lips.

"Um. Let's go."

It was a man's cold, hoarse voice.

Then came the sound of footsteps, without even looking back...

Shi Yang's hands slowly tightened, his fingertips almost pinched into the flesh, he took a few deep breaths, supported the ground and climbed up, pressed in a piece of sticky mud, his standing figure swayed.

"Hmm..." hummed softly.

The surroundings seemed to be echoing the humiliation of several people towards him, Shi Yang walked out of the alley, and wandered around into an alley with a dilapidated low house inside.

He took out a key from his pocket, and when he poked it into the lock, he listened carefully to the movements in the room for a while, before he entered the door carefully, and the sound of closing the door was very soft.

"…came back?"

A woman's voice sounded from behind, tinged with tiredness.

"Mom..." Shi Yang called out in a low voice.

Standing far away, half of his body is still hidden in the entrance.

The woman glanced at him, turned the wheelchair and slowly came out of the small living room, and saw the wound that Shi Yang couldn't cover.

After a moment of stunned, the circles of his eyes turned red.

"...how could this be..." He choked up, his tone trembling out of shape.

"How could they do this to my hour..."

"It's okay." Shi Yang touched the corners of his lips and pushed his mother's wheelchair, "I haven't slept yet...it's so late..."

The woman didn't return, but sobbed softly, and the room was filled with a clear stream of suffocating sorrow.

As for what is sad, I don't know...

When Shi Yang came out of the shower, he sat opposite the woman, looking at her calm face, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling sweetly.

"It's okay...Mom..."

It took a long time for the woman to reach out and touch Shi Yang's face.

"Mom has something to discuss with you..."

He was determined, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Shi Yang didn't speak, he picked up the blanket covering the woman's legs, and began to fold it carefully.

Spread out on her lap.

"what?"

"Do you still remember Uncle Fu?" the woman asked.

In Shi Yang's memory, what kind of person is Fu Wenhua?

It seemed that the frame was fixed on the other party holding his hand and looking down at him.

"I can't live anymore, come to Uncle Fu..."

He looked up and saw that it was indeed the young wolf's gaze on the opposite side, who was fierce and snorted at him.

"Daydreaming..."

In general, the impression of that man is not only combined with his personal character, but even his family is also classified in the man's impression.

Somewhat far-fetched...

Shi Yang lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't speak for a long time, his fingers were entangled.

He didn't dare to tell his mother what Fu Kun saw when he was beaten today.

The air lingered with the bitter smell of medicine.

The hair on the top of the head was wet and hung on the face where the baby fat hadn't completely faded.

"I called your Uncle Fu... He will take care of us in the future."

The woman's voice was a little trembling. She obviously refused the other party's help without hesitation before. From the perspective of a martyr's wife, she was strong and wanted to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family, but it was unsatisfactory.

The blows around her seemed to come too fast. She lost her legs at a young age and watched her young children go around asking for a living.

Things are unpredictable.

The woman sighed several times in succession, touched Shi Yang's head, her eyes were moist.

Keep repeating: "We won't be bullied anymore when we were young..."

A sound, even in a dream...

In the early morning of the next day, there was a burst of ping-pong-pong, the sound of moving things, and the sound of men talking in the house.

He sneaked in through the crack of the door in a low voice.

When Shi Yang got up from the bed, he rubbed his eyes at the opened door.

"mom…"

Standing outside the door was a tall man with his arms folded, just looking up.

The four eyes met, and the other party had to look down.

It seems that the opponent is too tall...almost 1.9 meters...

"He...is your son?" Fu Kun opened his mouth, his eyes moved away lightly, and fell on the woman's face, observing for a moment.

"Obviously. Sorry."

"It's okay." The woman smiled softly.

The housekeepers are running back and forth to clean up the house. Mom only needs to nod or shake her head, and things will be cleaned up naturally.

"Father called me to pick you up. You... clean up?"

Fu Kun raised his hand and stroked Shi Yang's body with his fingertips.

"Ah?" Shi Yang lowered his head, he was still wearing a much shorter cartoon pajamas, on which was a pink hair dryer-like pig, grinning.

silly.

"Ah... I'm sorry!!" Shi Yan quickly got into the room, with his back leaning against the door, his eyes fixed on the curtains blowing in the wind on the window sill.

He... didn't recognize himself? ?

Fu Kun leaned against the door frame, his brain was still throbbing one after another, he didn't know what he had experienced in the last world, even the most basic memory disappeared, and he suddenly felt tired.

Make him not want to deal with something...or someone...

My feelings seem to be endlessly manipulated, and the output has been withdrawn, and I am a little exhausted...

"Congratulations to the changer who has successfully repaired the two worlds. The identity of the new world changer is..."

The voice was an indifferent mechanical voice, and the words that were uttered were without a trace of emotion.

"The eldest young master of the Fu family, a returnee from the military compound."

Fu Kun didn't reply, he didn't bother to speak at all, he pursed his lips and looked at the cleaning aunt who was busy in and out.

Suddenly, I miss the brainless 711.

At least I'm willing to reason with it...

It has been a week since I came to this world, switching back and forth between conscious and unconscious, and finally fully awake.

It is no longer 711 that communicates with me, it has disappeared very frequently recently...

Staring at the ground in a daze, his eyes climbed up along the gaps in the porcelain plates on the ground.

Until he climbed out of the room where the child had just entered, he suddenly saw the door being pulled open, and the child inside squirmed out without looking at him.

doing what? ?

Shi Yang quickly glanced at Fu Kun with the end of his eyes, pursed his lips, and looked down at his tattered jeans. There was a hole the size of a fist at his knee, revealing a piece of thin white leg.

It was done by the gangster on the street before.

The clothes at home were already very worn out, and the set he took out looked a little bit out of touch with the current fashion.

"The shape is good." Fu Kun said.

He raised one eyebrow, the clothes on his body were decent and exquisite, the famous watch on his wrist gave off a unique metallic luster, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in front of his eyes.

Standing in the narrow hall with broad shoulders and long legs, he is out of place.

"How old is the child?"

He tilted his head and asked, as if suddenly talking about today's weather, naturally he didn't want to let the atmosphere cool down.

The woman in the wheelchair straightened her back very stubbornly, even though she was half dependent on others, she still maintained her so-called stubborn dignity...

"Are you 13 years old?" Fu Kun straightened his cuffs in boredom, his shoulders were stretched lazily, and he was in an extremely comfortable posture.

"I'm fifteen."

When Shi Yang opened his mouth, the initial embarrassment disappeared, and his hand was hanging by his side, holding it tightly.

Looking up, he looked like a small beast, with thorns all over his body, protecting the softest part of his heart.

"Oh?" Fu Kun became interested, he raised the corners of his eyes viciously, and glanced at the short boy in front of him.

"Then it may have to develop again."

Turn around, raise your hand back, and wave lightly: "Go."

"I'm not short..." Shi Yang just uttered a few words, and the other party had already left, followed by the aunt with big bags and small bags, and his mother looked at him quietly.

"It's mom who's sorry for you...you suffered with mom..."

start again...

Shi Yang pursed his lips and didn't say anything else. He pushed the woman's wheelchair, and before going out, he turned his head and looked at the room with a particularly sentimental look. He had lived in it for more than ten years.

This is where he should belong.

He doesn't know what the future holds...

Fu Kun sat in the driver's seat. The mountain bike was big enough to accommodate a woman half lying on the seat. He sensed the woman's distress and started the car without saying a word.

The car drove steadily, there were no bumps along the way, but there was still a careless look on his face.

Shi Yang looked at the sky outside the window, it was gray.

"It's going to rain." Fu Kun said.

He closed the car window and looked at Shi Yang's face through the rearview mirror.

"Kid... do you get motion sickness?"

Shi Yan blinked, turned his head to look over, and happened to meet the other party's eyes.

The capacity of the rearview mirror is small, and the other party's eyes are imprinted inside, and the black and white pupils are buried with a layer of fog that cannot be dispelled. He stands in the outer world and looks in through the haze.

like a dream...

"No..." Shi Yang's voice was difficult.

It seemed to hold back for a long time before speaking again with a blank expression.

"Can you please stop calling me a child?"

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