Bao Yang, understand?

"By the way, brother, when you threatened me just now, you said that you have a grudge against my father. Are you joking or serious?"

Shen Fu's hairstyle was scratched like a chicken coop by Shi Ji, he didn't care, on the contrary, he really liked the feeling of getting along with Shi Ji.Maybe ordinary brothers are like this, I can't ask for more, and the occasional physical touch is enough.

Speaking of which, when he was taking a bath just now, Shen Fu had already figured it out clearly, the matter of the Junzi Kingdom was too complicated and too long ago, and Shen Fu didn't intend to understand it so soon.He swept the information into the corner of his memory, and when he had time later, he would ask Shi Ji slowly.It would be best to go back to Junzi Country to see it on the ground, and I don't know if that will help restore my memory.

TV dramas are all played like this, maybe there is some similar "scientific basis"?

Speaking of it, Shen Fu is actually quite curious, since he is a god, why didn't he have any abilities and talents inspired since he was a child?And I'm also very timid, even if I see the cover of some horror games, I will be scared out of my mind for several days, not at all like the cool and handsome fairy in my impression.

"elder brother?"

Seeing that Shi Ji didn't reply, Shen Fu called him and urged him.

"Ok?"

Shi Ji didn't get distracted, he just didn't know how to answer Shen Fu's question.

He did tell Shen Fu the identity of the prince of the Junzi Kingdom, but he didn't tell him how the dignified prince became an ordinary person, and even among ordinary people, he was not considered a dragon and phoenix, let alone talented .

In fact, I should have told Shen Fu about this, but there was a reason for him not to talk about it. One was that Shen Fu had just woken up, and Shi Ji didn't want him to receive so much information all at once, for fear that he would not be able to understand it. One was the cruelty of the answer. Shen Fu couldn't accept it.

How would he tell Shen Fu that his adoptive father, Zhu Hong, the man called Shen Hong in Shen Fu's eyes, was an out-and-out scum.With countless human lives in his hands, he doesn't even know how long ago he has been doing such evil deeds.

Not only did Zhu Hong separate Shen Fu's body and soul in an attempt to become an immortal, but he even used Zhenhun powder to weaken Shen Fu's soul.If it wasn't for Shen Fuyang's obedience to the Yin and the strong quality of the soul itself, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive the day when I found him.

Nausea.

Shi Ji really didn't know what words to use to describe this person, except disgusting.

"He stole you away, of course I hate him," Shi Ji was still unwilling to give the real answer, he made up a nonsense that he didn't even want to believe to deal with Shen Fu.

But Shen Fu was clever this time: "But I remember you told me before you fainted, saying 'your father won't come'. Brother, do you know something?"

In fact, Shen Fu still misses his adoptive father a little bit.

Even though the other party is not his real father and has not shouldered many responsibilities, after all, he does not want to make this family relationship too ugly.

I will still respect them in the future, but maybe not so close.

By the way, let Shi Ji take him to pay homage to the grave of his real parents.He didn't know what the tombs of the gods were like. He thought that the gods were immortal, but he didn't expect that there was a word "death".

His thoughts wandered far away, until he was pulled back by Shi Ji's words.

"I know."

"Then tell me, okay? By the way, aren't you the demon king? Can you track down my father's location? He made an appointment to meet me but never came. I'm still a little worried. He's getting old too. In case of any sudden illness-"

Shi Ji sighed, rubbing Shen Fu's soft hair in his hand, feeling how this kid is still thinking about others at this moment: "I can't find out."

Shen Fu was a little lost.

He lowered his eyes.

Shi Ji hated his loss.

Pity, respect, love, Shen Fu shouldn't have given that animal any kindness at all!

If it weren't for Zhu Hong, how could Shen Fu have such a weak soul, how could he have developed such a low self-esteem and sensitive personality, and why would he have gone out to work without even going to university.

What the soul-suppressing powder can weaken is the spiritual intelligence of a person.

At the beginning, Master and Mistress were both gifted scholars and beauties, and their children didn't even finish reading, which was simply a joke.

Thinking of this, Shi Ji answered Shen Fu with a wry smile: "If I knew his exact location, I would definitely cut him into pieces and imprison him in the [-]th floor of hell, where he will never be reborn."

Shen Fu was taken aback for a moment. He turned his head to look at Shi Ji, not understanding why the other party suddenly said such terrible words: "What the hell... What's wrong? Brother? Can you tell me? What happened? ?”

Seeing Shen Fu's restless expression, Shi Ji suddenly remembered that Ruan Zhinian once reminded himself not to make Shen Fu a flower in the greenhouse too much, but to let him see the cruelty of the world, and he would always fail to take care of Shen Fu The place.At that time, Shen Fu needed to face many things alone.

It's just that Shi Ji has always ignored this, he hopes that Shen Fu will be happy for the rest of his life, and will always live under his wings.

But this time, he couldn't hide it anymore.

Acknowledge the thief as your father.

Yan Yiyin once said this word.

He couldn't let Shen Fu make a wrong step, step by step.

"Brother, can you tell me? I want to know."

Then you know.

Know what kind of person the "father" you are talking about is the leader of a cult, who kills like hemp, wantonly invades other people's bodies, refines the souls of ordinary people, and then sells them to princes and nobles.

Know how he consecrates you, how he intends to use your body to achieve eternal bliss.

After listening to Shi Ji's words, Shen Fu was suddenly speechless.

Not long ago, what was he thinking.

He was wondering why his father didn't come to the appointment, and whether he had done something wrong to make his father hate him.

He was wondering if Shi Ji was a man-eating monster. If possible, he hoped that he would not eat himself and his father for the sake of making biscuits for him.

Oh, by the way, he also thought about going home and opening a cake shop so that his parents could live a better life.

fraud--

They are all liars.

What are they thinking about when they think about the future and a better life?He was thinking of possessing his own body to become an immortal, and he was thinking of using soul-suppressing powder to wear away his soul so that he would never be reborn forever.

He thought he wasn't good enough, obedient enough, or likable enough.

It turned out that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find any trace of truth from this fake father-son relationship.

He really wants a simple home, where there is love, truth, and a place to live.

That's why I transferred money to my mother as soon as I got my salary, endured the exploitation of the boss in the night market, and lived in a bed of several hundred yuan.He thought that as long as the money problem was solved, his father would not be away all the year round, and his mother would not be mean and indifferent.

all fake.

It's all fake, as if even this life called "Shen Fu" is fake.

That's right, Shi Ji said that his original name was "Crane Book", which took the auspicious meaning of "Crane Comes to Book", which is much better than the meaning of his own "repetition of sinking".

Unable to utter a complete word in his hoarse throat, Shen Fu lowered his head, looking at the stars painted on the carpet.

He felt that the whole world was spinning, and he seemed to be in the center of the storm, but he let his body be swept away by the whirlwind and turned into pebbles in the sea of ​​fate.

"Are you OK."

Shi Ji helped Shen Fu's arm.

"It's okay, brother."

As if to prove something, Shen Fu repeated, "I'm fine, brother."

How could he be okay with this look.

It's just that Shen Fu didn't want to make people worry, and stubbornly pretended to be indifferent.

"I know. He is not a good person. He has never paid attention to me. Every time he asks me if I have taken my medicine? It turned out that he wanted to harm me. Fortunately, brother, you found out earlier."

Shen Fu prevaricated a few words casually, saying that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to rest.

I don't know if Shi Ji mentioned that the reason why his soul was put into a human body, Shen Fu actually felt that his soul wanted to get out of the control of his body.

Yeah, why else, it's all changing so fast.

Shen Fu lay on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, he told himself, just sleep.

The hair is still a little damp, but it doesn't matter.Close your eyes and force yourself to sleep.

This method was quite effective, Shen Fu fell asleep not long after.

Shi Ji couldn't bear to disturb him, and after seeing him sleeping soundly, he closed the door intimately, and went about his own business.

On the bed, Shen Fu's breathing tended to be steady, but it was not a good sign.

After that day, Shen Fu began to convince himself to accept the new identity.

The prince of the Junzi Kingdom, Shi Ji's junior.

It's just that this acceptance is still difficult for him, he can't raise his head and talk to Shi Ji confidently, and he can't really act like a coquettish and unscrupulous brother like him.He comforted himself that at least he could get the "love" of Shi Ji as a relative, but obviously, it was just a temporary comfort in his heart.

There has always been a thin film between them.

It's just that whether this film is a long-standing identity gap, or whether he is afraid that he will use the name of his family to have a secret love, Shen Fu is difficult to distinguish, and he dare not distinguish.

In front of Shi Ji, he would still pretend to be that obedient, pretending that nothing happened, he tried to change his name to senior brother, master, and began to ask about the past of Junzi Kingdom.It showed that I worked hard to integrate into that strange world, but this kind of life is a performance after all.

A few days passed, Shen Fu was still in such a dazed state.He seems to have accepted everything, but only he knows that every night, loneliness is like a tiny ant, crawling into his heart, gnawing at him with sharp gnats.

He would be so anxious that he would have trouble falling asleep, and then he would get up late at night and look out the window at night.

In the deep night, the artificial spark will also be dim.It seems that everyone knows an easy-to-understand truth, staying up late is not a good habit, but if possible, who would like to keep a lamp to count the time in the long dark night?

If not alone?If you have nothing on your mind?

The whole world is lonely, as if only he himself.

It seems that a philosopher said that late at night is a magnifying glass for emotions.

Shen Fu can't escape this law, leaning on the glass, watching the night wind blowing through the gazebo, he can't help but think of his childhood and past, and think of those imperfect pasts.

He is not a smart kid, his grades are very average since he was a child, and it's not that he doesn't work hard, but he is the kind of student who can only have that kind of talent no matter how hard he works.In addition, the family environment is not good. My father has been neglecting the family all the year round, and my mother has worked very hard to take me alone, and I have to pay every detail. When I talk about paying money, my mother explodes, and then unilaterally exports to herself.

He skipped classes, watched fights, and helped others enthusiastically. He would secretly chase stars without letting anyone know.

He's not good, but he's not bad either. He's the average type in the class.

They are everywhere, but each has its own merits.

After graduation, I went to work part-time. At the beginning, the salary was very low, which was not enough to live on. Later, I accidentally entered the night market to work. It was a bit hard, and it was almost dawn when I got off work, but I still wanted to save a lot of money. money back home.

Why do you work in nightclubs?Because of making money.

Why make money?For wanting a better life.

In fact, he has no dreams, no pursuits, no goals, and the choices he makes are all social pressure urging him to become what kind of person he should be.

Even though it is ordinary, ordinary, and simple, this kind of life is real to him.

It was he who survived every day, every second.

Now these invaluable but unique experiences in the past have been judged as fakes overnight.

My parents are fake, my life is fake, the suffering I have experienced is fake, the sweetness tasted in those bitter gaps is also fake, my feelings for Shi Ji, and Shi Ji's unclear response are all fake .

Just a few days ago, after learning that his father was the leader of a cult, and that he had done such a cruel thing to him, Shen Fu's heart was already cold. He was eager to know whether his mother and father were the same way, He begged to go home and see his mother.

But when he got home, his mother had disappeared, and Shi Ji was still investigating exactly what happened.I heard that when Shi Ji found her, she sent someone to monitor her mother all the time. She didn't know what happened and lost her.

Things here haven't been fully understood yet, when I was packing things, I happened to meet the landlord, who notified Shen Fu that the house might be demolished, and if it was convenient, Shen Fu should move out as soon as possible.

Rent will not be refunded.

The landlord's vicious expression made Shen Fu feel ridiculous, he didn't even have a home, so what's the use of asking for money.

He is not short of money now, or he has never been short of money, what he lacks has always been love.

It is love from family.

To be paid attention to, to be valued, to be cared for, to lose one's temper unscrupulously, without deliberately trying to please——

Love.

It’s just that when the landlord points at his furniture and recites that Shen Fu’s family has broken their own shower head, soiled the sink for washing hands, scratched the kitchen floor, and blackened the white wall of the living room by stepping on it over the years, When asking for compensation one by one, Shen Fu finally understood why some people would spend their whole life saving money to buy a house. They used to have no fixed place to live and couldn't even leave any memories in the end.

Shi Ji was obviously more interested in the parents' things, so he specially called the Yaozu to come over and clean them up, and take them back to see if they were of any value.It would be even better if we could find clues about Yi Zhijiao or Shen Fu's body.

But Shen Fu didn't have much interest in it, he squatted on the ground, packed the childhood boy named "Shen Fu" into a suitcase and took it away.

The yellowed paper, the bookmarks of fallen leaves in autumn, the exam papers that the teacher corrected, and the bags of crisp noodles collected, I don’t know how much I can exchange them for.

In fact, he is not a nostalgic person, but now that his life experience is a mystery, he feels that these things are better and more reliable than people.

Tonight, the moon is setting.

Tomorrow when the sun rises, he will play that obedient and cute younger brother again. How wonderful, he has two senior brothers, he has a master, he is the prince of Junzi Kingdom, he will live forever, and he will be invincible.

However, what Shen Fu pursued was always the warm yellow lights in the restaurant.

What he wants is always a twilight.

He was wearing an apron, the old-fashioned rice cooker was bubbling, and the range hood was making a lot of noise, but it couldn't cover the sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pan, the hot oil and the scorching meat.The bottom of the pot that has been burning for many years and turned black collides with the gas stove, and the long handle of the spatula hits the edge of the pot, shaking off the sticky king oyster mushrooms that refuse to leave.Add a spoonful of light soy sauce, cover the pot, let the fire cook the oil in the pot, the mushrooms will come out of water, stir-fry and become stewed, and then the unique deliciousness of the mushrooms will burst out from the gaps.

At this moment, the iron door rang, and the father who had been busy all day came home.

The mother cleaning the yard would casually raise her head and say hello: "Are you off work?"

Not close enough, but it is the unique distance between family members.

Then they talk about work, they joke, they laugh, they talk about their parents, they accuse each other of their shortcomings.Then I wiped my hands with an apron, turned off the range hood, and leaned quietly against the kitchen door, listening to the middle-aged but child-like noise.

Bitter, warm and fulfilling.

This is all that Shen Fu pursues.

It's that simple.

But it was never just a dream.

Being cheated is never a good feeling, Shi Ji knows it.

Shen Fu has been unable to sleep for the past few days, and Shi Ji also knows it.

Every time Shen Fu sat by the window in a daze, Shi Ji would stand outside the door and quietly perceive Shen Fu's emotions through the feathers on Shen Fu's chest.

Hate, disappointment, doubt, discomfort.

Compared with the huge gap in status and being at a loss, he thinks that Shen Fu suffered more from being deceived by his "biological parents".

He believed in them so much, he would rather give money to his parents if he had a hard life, and took the risk to work in a nightclub. Even the ultimate goal of making desserts was to return to his hometown to open a shop to take care of his parents.

But it was a lie from the beginning to the end, and he still deceived Shen Fu in such an inferior way, almost causing Shen Fu to fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

Inside the door, Shen Fu sat for a long time, but he was a little sleepy after all.

During this time, Shi Ji dropped all his classes and work, letting Shen Fu concentrate on raising him at home.Shen Fu didn't have to worry about getting up early, he just went back to bed when he was in a daze until he was sleepy.

He fell asleep, but Shi Ji outside the door didn't know what to do.

That day when Shen Fu said nothing was wrong, he knew something must be wrong.

Shi Ji sighed.

He doesn't expect Shen Fu to be able to quickly get out of such deception and betrayal as a child in his 20s who has just grown up, and he doesn't want to kidnap Shen Fu with "they treat you badly, you should forget them".He knew that Shen Fu needed time, understanding, and guidance.

Shi Ji vaguely remembered Shen Fu mentioning that he liked fireworks.That's why I like cooking, and I like to hold leeks and garlic alone, listen to my own songs in the kitchen, and choose dishes for a long time.

If others cannot give it to him, then give it to him himself.

After all, isn’t it just cooking?I can't do this even if I am a majestic demon king?

So, the white demon king put on an apron and walked into the kitchen.

As a result, it is conceivable that the fireworks in the world that Shen Fu wanted, under Shi Ji's manipulation, successfully turned into a blasting scene.

The kitchen was in a mess, scorched yellow oil was splashed everywhere, there were still a lot of food residue scattered on the floor, holes were burnt through the pan, white unidentified viscous liquid surged inside the rice cooker, a gap was cut by the kitchen knife, The handle of the spatula is also separated from the spatula.

Those who knew said that Shi Ji was cooking here, but those who didn't know thought that he had offended him somehow, that he was going crazy and came here to blow up the kitchen in the middle of the night!

"I, I, I want to cook you something," Shi Ji explained in a panic.

His original plan was to cook some food for Shen Fu before Shen Fu woke up, and then use magic to clean up the tableware, so that Shen Fu would feel that he was smart, strong and good-looking, and he could cook. He was simply a perfect brother .

Then there is no need to talk about the two parents who stabbed Shen Fu in the back.

result--

Plans can't keep up with changes.

The perfect demon king also has strengths and weaknesses.

Also, the light will only be brighter when it is set against the darkness.

The messy kitchen will set off her bright eyes and teeth, and her handsome figure.

When Shen Fu heard Shi Ji say that he was cooking, he couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh.

meal?Where is the meal?

Shen Fu smiled and pointed to himself and asked, "Brother, tell me what should I eat?"

Is it the rice paste in the rice cooker, or the scorched potatoes bouncing on the ground, or a piece of cucumber stuck to the chipped kitchen knife?

"Eat—" Shi Ji turned around and started tinkering for a long time before bringing a plate from the cooking table, chopping cucumbers very casually, "Eat this."

Looking at the other party's big eyes that didn't work, Shen Fu mustered up the courage to take a sip.

Before putting it into the mouth, I said silently in my heart: "I don't clean it, I don't get sick after eating it, the medicine tastes good, and the beauty is delicious."

Sure enough, as Shen Fu expected, he was salty.

Hypertension is about to happen.

Shen Fu really couldn't imagine how a simple slapping of cucumbers made Shi Ji so fresh and refined, it was hard to swallow.

He secretly made up his mind in his heart that he would never let Shi Ji enter the kitchen again.

But Shen Fu was still a little curious: "Brother, why did you add so much salt?"

"Salt? I thought it was sugar."

Shen Fu suddenly didn't know whether it was too salty to shoot cucumbers, or too sweet to shoot cucumbers.

Even so, Shen Fu ate up the entire plate of cucumbers.

"It's not delicious, don't—"

"My brother is perfect, and of course what I make is also perfect."

Shen Fu wiped off the water stains on his lips.

"By the way, I forgot to call you senior brother again. Let me say it again, senior brother is perfect, and of course the things that senior brother makes are also perfect."

Shi Ji accepted the compliment with full confidence, and waited for Shen Fu to finish the compliment before saying: "No need, I will feel like Yan Yiyin if you call me senior brother."

"Brother Yan and you—are you on a good relationship?"

"That's different."

Shi Ji replied subconsciously, but did not reveal why Shen Fu was different from Yan Yiyin.

Shen Fu muttered what was different, but he seemed to have heard that Shi Ji was an inner sect disciple, hey, what era is it and still engage in discrimination?Shi Ji's point of view is wrong, and he must remind him when he finds an opportunity.

"By the way, brother, why did you think of cooking for me today?"

Shi Ji cast a spell to remove all the stains, and everything returned to its original state.Shen Fu is fortunate that Shi Ji has such ability, otherwise he probably has the desire to kill people.

"I want to get out of my comfort zone, but it seems that I am not perfect." Shi Ji took a few steps back and gave the kitchen to Shen Fu. "By the way, Shen Fu, I want to eat preserved eggs and lean meat this morning." Porridge and fried pickles, okay?"

Yes, yes, these dishes are not difficult for Shen Fu.He just remembered that during this time, when he asked Yan Yiyin and Ruan Zhinian about the characteristics of monsters, Yan Yiyin once emphasized that monsters do not need human food to obtain the nutrients and calories needed for survival.

"But bro, you're a demon, right? You don't need to eat. Human food is worthless to you."

"Emotional value is also value."

I like to be with you and feel the fireworks.

Feel how a rice plant carries the gifts of sunshine and rain.

How, through fire and boiling water, heaped—

The taste of home.