"Hey, kid, where does your father go every day? Why can't I see him when he leaves early and returns late?”
"Humph!"
"Brat, if you don't tell me, I'll tell your father that because you still hate that copper coin, you don't even prepare three meals for me because you don't like me. You made me hungry for the whole day, and I was so hungry that my head was dizzy.”
What was that? Then what was that table full of food? Sour water?
"You vile person!"
Fan Lian swallowed the food in his mouth and said with a lisping voice,""You flatter me. My greatest wish in this life is to be an invincible big…villain that everyone gnashes their teeth at when they see me, but they can't do anything about.”
How was it? You can't beat me, can you? Fan Lian's expression said so.
Feng Nianqing gritted her teeth in anger, but she didn't know how to retort. Her father would never allow him to treat his guests poorly.
You despicable person, one day I will catch you by the fox's tail.
"Grave-sweeping." Look at how generous he was, giving him two words.
"Whose?" He also returned the favor with words that were as precious as gold.
"My mother."
"Ha, you lost. One more word.”
Heavens, where did this lunatic come from!
"I see that your body is very good. When my father comes back today, he can tell him that your body has recovered and that you don't like us to be annoying.”
Feng Nianqing acted as if she wanted to dump him immediately, but how could such a small trick scare away the thick-skinned Fan Lian?
"So you don't have a mother like me.”
Seeing Fan Lian's lowered head, Feng Nianqing reminded herself not to be fooled again.
"Don't come anymore. This trick is no longer effective on me.”
"Tsk, you heartless brat. You really have no sympathy.”
Feng Nianqing felt that her head would definitely explode if she stayed in the same room as Fan Lian. She turned around and left.
"Wait, did your mother pass away many years ago?”
"So what if I am?"
"Then why is your father so sad? It's not good for his health, right? It was good to be affectionate, but being affectionate was tiring.”
"Stop making sarcastic remarks. This is not your fault.”
"You're unwilling to accept my fault, but are you going to let Father sink into his sorrow and be unable to extricate himself from it? One day, it would accumulate and become a disease.”
How could he not know this? However, he could not persuade his father to see through it and stop feeling sad for his mother who had died early.
"I have an idea, but I don't know if you're willing to help.”
"Of course not."
"He's your father, not mine. It doesn't matter to me how long he's sad.”
"No tricks?"
"Is my personality that untrustworthy?”
"That's right."
Damn brat, his answer was so smooth.
Fan Lian, who suppressed the small fire in his spleen, whispered in his ear.
"Do you think this will work?" Feng Nianqing questioned.
"It's better than him looking at the tombstone all day long and reminiscing about the past, right?”
"Yes." Seeing how confident he was, he reluctantly lowered himself and colluded with the villain.
The lively sunlight shone on the branches and leaves, and the clear golden light formed a light and dark shadow on the ground, swaying with the breeze.
Some people said that humans were born in nature, so no matter how prosperous the city was, people still yearned for every blade of grass and tree in nature. Perhaps it was because of this that people were particularly comfortable in the dense forest.
"Phew, the air here is really good!"The view is also great." Fan Lian stood on a gentle hill that was not steep. On his right was dense forest trees, and on his left was an endless wilderness. The higher you climb, the farther you can see, and you can see a corner of the world.
"Nonsense, this is the place Father chose for my mother, of course it's good.”
"Brat, if you're unhappy, I can turn back and save myself the trouble of living here.”
"Fan Lian! A gentleman's word is hard to take back.”
"Who said I'm a gentleman? Didn't I say that I'm determined to be a 'big' villain? The dead horse will never catch up to my speed.”Fan Lian said coldly.
Even if he really angered Feng Nianqing and made him not want to join forces with him, Fan Lian would still try his best to get close to Feng Qingyang. Who taught him to have such a nice voice? It was as if he was addicted to it after hearing it once. He had to listen to it again and again. Moreover, it was so to his liking. No one else could attract him so much.
"Humph!" She couldn't argue with him. Forget it, she might as well not talk to him.
Feng Nianqing ignored him and walked forward. Regardless of whether he came or not, he wanted to see his father and divert his attention. He hoped that his father would not be sad anymore.
Knowing that he had won another round, Fan Lian stopped and did not take advantage of him verbally. He followed behind him silently.
As they walked, they walked…
"Brat, are you sure you didn't go the wrong way? Why hasn't she arrived yet? I'm so tired!”
"Are you a man? You've only walked a few steps and you're already shouting that you're tired.”
"Yes, yes, I'm useless. Then I wonder if that sweaty, pale-faced guy in front is more useful?”It was rare for Fan Lian to work his limbs like this. Although he was tired, his words were still unforgiving.
"You!"
"What about me? Do you want to fight? But I think it's not too late to fight after you find the way.”
"Humph."
Recently, Feng Nianqing had been saying this the most! Humph. There was no point in saying more. In any case, he would be blocked. It was better to say a "humph" to be concise and comprehensive, to vent his contempt.
The two of them walked forward again and again. They were so tired that they could not speak.
"Little brat, it's almost dark. Have you not found the way?”
This guy was always so exaggerated, and he couldn't be trusted. The sun was setting in the west, and the mountains were covered in orange, gold, and purple colors. It was a completely different scene from before. The sky was still bright.
"Brat, don't tell me you have a bad sense of direction?”
"Don't call me a brat. I'm not young anymore!”
"Only a brat would mind people calling him a brat. I was right, you have a bad sense of direction. How could I be stupid enough to go up the mountain with a bad sense of direction? You've really ruined my wisdom."
"Please, you're not wise. You're notorious!”
"Damned brat!" Fan Lian, who was about to curse, saw a figure lower than him. Although it was a small dot in the fiery red sunset, he was sure that it was him. That's right, it was him!
Feng Nianqing, who was about to receive his retaliation, followed his gaze and looked down. Heavens, he actually climbed much higher than his father. No wonder he didn't feel so tired when he came to pay his respects to his mother in the past.
"Father!"
The two of them rushed down.
Eh? Someone seems to be calling me? Was it you? Mu Qing, are you willing to forgive me? If you didn't suffer with me, you wouldn't have…
Feng Qingyang, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the clean and simple old grave, looked up at the source of the voice.
Suddenly, he saw a colorful butterfly flying down from the sky, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. His wide sleeves looked like the wings of a butterfly, fluttering in the wind.
"Ah! Fan Lian!" Feng Nianqing shouted at the falling figure.
Fan Lian, who was originally extremely afraid and thought that his life was over, saw the wide open arms below him. His fear immediately disappeared, and there was only peace of mind. He was running into that person's embrace...
Feng Qingyang caught the falling figure and sat down on the grass with him, crushing the osmanthus sapling that he had personally planted for his late wife Du Muqing this year.
When he came back to his senses and regained his senses from his shock, he realized that the person in his arms was not his dead wife, nor was it Die 'er, but a well-known man.
"Fan Lian, why are you here? Have you recovered from your injuries?"
"Not yet, not yet. I was bored and insisted that Nianqing accompany me for a walk. Who knew that my body couldn't take it and my feet felt weak and I fell down. Fortunately, I have you.”Fan Lian's brain spun. The lie was so smooth!
Fortunately, I have you…
Feng Qingyang shook his head, trying to get rid of the voice of his deceased wife before she died.
"Father, are you alright?"
"Little…Nianqing, shouldn't you be asking me?”Stinky brat, he was the one who fell, and he was the one in danger!
"Qing-er, Young Master Fan's body hasn't recovered yet. How can you bring him to such a dangerous place!”A father lecturing his son with a stern face.
"But…"
"It's my fault. I lied to him that I'm already half recovered. Nian Qing is innocent. She believes whatever I say. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”
Fan Lian pretended to faint again, and Feng Qingyang hurriedly supported him.
"It's all my fault. Just let me rest for a while. I can walk back.”
In the next moment, Fan Lian's legs went limp, and he looked so weak that he could not even stand steadily.
"Young Master Fan, let me carry you."
"Big Brother Feng, you keep calling me Young Master Fan. Even if you're so unfamiliar with me, how can I let you carry me?”
This person was so thick-skinned! Feng Nianqing wanted to curse, but she was afraid of being scolded by her father. She could only curse in her heart. If only she had really fallen into the valley just now. At least she would have been seriously injured or crippled. It would have made more sense for her father to carry her.
"Fan Lian, let me carry you!" Without waiting for Fan Lian's reply, Feng Qingyang carried him on his back and walked down the mountain before the sky darkened.
Fan Lian, who was on his sturdy back, turned his head back to provoke Feng Nianqing. Hehe, envious?
The next morning, Fan Lian, who was having trouble sleeping because of his aching body, was woken up by the chirping birds outside the window. When he woke up, he could not go back to sleep, so he had to get out of bed and get ready.
"Brother Feng?" Fan Lian wanted to find Feng Qingyang to have breakfast with him, but after confirming that he could not find him, he went up the mountain again to accompany the tomb that could not speak.
He only found Feng Nianqing sleeping soundly on the bed. Seeing her sleeping so soundly made him angry. He had been woken up. How could he still be sleeping? No, he would not allow it!
Fan Lian raised his slender leg, which was good at escaping and powerful, and kicked hard.
"Aiyo! It hurts!" Feng Nianqing, who still didn't know what night it was and what day it was, was kicked off the bed roughly. The place she hit made him cry out in pain.
He looked at the man standing arrogantly in front of him like a master and then looked around. He understood.
"Damn Fan Lian, why did you kick me!"
"Your father is missing again, and you're still in the mood to sleep here!”
"Sigh, it's like this every year. Father will only return to normal when all the maple leaves fall.”
"No, as long as I, Fan Lian, am here, I will never allow him to be immersed in sorrow and unable to extricate himself.”
Who do you think you are? Fan Lian? What an arrogant tone.
"Let's go! Let's eat together there. I've asked the shopkeeper. Your father didn't eat anything before he went out.”
"Why do I feel that you care more about my father than I do? What are your intentions?" How could this weasel with ill intentions have a conscience?
"Are you going or not?"
"Hmph, is there a need to say that?" For the sake of her father, Feng Nianqing could only temporarily live with a lowly person. Look, how great he is. As the saying goes, a real man can yield and stand tall.
Fan Lian interrupted his little complacency. "Hurry up!"
"Humph." Feng Nianqing's speed did not slow down.
It should have been a sparsely populated place, but at this moment, there was a constant commotion, interrupting a person's long-term meditation.
"Fan Lian, how many times do you want me to say it? My name is Feng Nianqing, not Little Ghost!”Feng Nianqing hated it when people called him a little brat and looked at him flat. It was worse than looking at him through the crack of a door!
"Look over there!"
Feng Nianqing foolishly looked elsewhere. Other than the trees and mountains, there was nothing else. What did she want him to see?
"Fan Lian! You stole my meat buns!"
"Eh? The name 'Feng Nianqing' wasn't written on it, so how could it prove that the bun was yours?”Fan Lian licked his fingers that were stained with gravy. Mmm, this bun was really delicious.
"Big Brother Feng, open your mouth!"
Feng Qingyang, who was lost in his thoughts, did as his son said foolishly. When he opened his mouth, fragrant food slid between his lips and teeth.
"Brother Feng, is it delicious?"
"Oh…delicious…"
"Do you want more?" Fan Lian was very willing to feed them.
Fan Lian was still young, and there was still some distance between him and his thirties. This action made Feng Qingyang, who was grieving, blush awkwardly. He had made a fool of himself in front of the younger generation.
"I can do it myself."
After eating for a long time, when the food he brought was about to run out, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt something strange.
"I really don't want to say it out loud, Fan Lian…"
"You finally realized. I thought that Big Brother Feng would only wander to an unknown place and be in a daze all day, not caring about anything else.”
"What are you talking about?" Feng Nianqing, who was a little drowsy after eating, could not understand the riddle between them.
"I thought that if Big Brother Feng didn't discover it by today, then I wouldn't feel guilty about taking it for myself.”
" Heh, what a twisted logic." For some reason, he was not angry at his prank. Instead, it diverted his attention and made him smile.
"You're finally smiling. At least my Three Hands Skill wasn't in vain.”
"You're not allowed to do this again." Feng Qingyang did not forget to put on the airs of an elder. After all, he had eaten a few more years of rice than the other two.
"Alright, Brother Feng, I promise you. In the future, other than stealing from you, I won't steal anything else.”
"That depends on whether you have the ability or not.”Feng Qingyang was in the mood to tease him.
"Based on your words, I must make you look at me in a different light.”Fan Lian obediently handed over the money pouch that was originally tied to Feng Qingyang's waist and returned it all. It was the first time in history that money that had gone into his pocket could be taken out again. It was only special to him.
"Damn Fan Lian! You actually stole daddy's money bag!"
"I just borrowed it to enjoy it. I didn't say that I wouldn't return it. I still have to rely on it to pay for my accommodation.”
Feng Nianqing raised her small fist, wanting to vent the oppression she had suffered recently, and angrily approached Fan Lian.
"I can't hit him, I can't hit him!"
Seeing Fan Lian's provocative look, Feng Nianqing was even more furious.
"Don't run!"
"You told me not to run, do you want me to obediently let you hit me? How can there be such a good thing?"
Fan Lian hid behind Feng Qingyang, dodging Feng Nianqing's attacks. He was teasing Feng Nianqing, whose cheeks were red from anger, and he was also touching Feng Qingyang. Touching him here and pulling him there was a rare opportunity to get closer to him. How could she not make good use of it?
"Come on! He couldn't hit her! Little Nian Qing."
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