Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 445 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 1
The floating dust returns to the space, and the body and mind are relaxed.This life is simple, Dabai has been playing with her and giving her company.She also played in it for a while, confirmed that there was no safety issue in the final game, and left with Dabai.

Fu Chen saw the system and said, "Let's go to the next mission after a long absence."

The Roubaozi system flew around the floating dust and said worriedly, [Host, you have been in the mission world for a period of time with too much mood swings and suicidal tendencies.Need to rest. 】

Fuchen: "I know." She knew that her consciousness couldn't bear so much.She needs to meditate to avoid being unstable.

But it's ok.

She can also meet two or three more fathers and go to rest.

[I have reflected your situation.Shenjun said that you can stop the mission at any time to go to meditation.Or, you can also use the treasure to extract a wisp of your own soul and store the memory.Too many memories have affected your Dao Heart. 】System reminder.

"Let's complete two or three tasks, and then go to the retreat."

The system clicks on the panel, and countless tasks emerge, crowding out the small panel.

"Why did it increase so much?" Fuchen frowned.

[Everyone is either in meditation or studying.Now there is only one group of us left in the entire business department. 】

It's bad.

It's almost impossible to check, just one click is full of dense task requests.Fuchen closed his eyes and pulled out all the taskbars.The taskbar is floating in the air.Fuchen closed his eyes and twisted the formula, and a little light flew out of his body.The dark mission world becomes gorgeous because of the mission request bar and light spots.

Fuchen opened his eyes, and saw his light spots scattered on many task bars.

"Host, what are these?"

"Fate. The more spots of light, the deeper the chance with me." Fuchen flew to the one with the most spots, frowning.

The system flapped its wings and approached with a fleshy bun, 【This is a battlefield, host, this is not suitable. 】

Fu Chen looked at the villain's identity and deeds, he was simply possessed by a ghost king, killing 10 people.It is also because of drought, flood, and plague that caused millions of people to be injured.The murderous aura is too heavy, so it is not suitable to pick it up for the time being.

Fu Chen looked at the one next to him, the task target was a simple person, so simple to ordinary, he didn't understand why he became a villain.

The villain's name is "Yang Yong", but his temperament is completely opposite to his name. He is cowardly and honest, and he is bullied at will.His mother loves her son strongly, and Yang Yong has no right to speak.The wife was fed to death by the mother when she gave birth, and the child was too big and died of dystocia.A baby girl was born and died shortly thereafter.

Yang Yong worked on the construction site, but his salary was suppressed by his boss.His peers bullied him to be honest, led the group to squeeze him out, and pushed him out of the circle. He could have been promoted to a management position and was robbed.At another construction site, because of the bean curd dregs project, Yang Yong's leg was broken after arguing a few sentences.The original Dagong work cannot be done.Rehabilitation spent a lot of savings.Finally, I returned to my hometown and opened a small grocery store.Get robbed.

This person can be said to be a classic case of "bad luck only picks the poor".

Fuchen continued to look through, and the crushed honest man suddenly went crazy, touched the knife and eliminated all the people who bullied him one by one, and killed those who hindered him.

Being suppressed in the ditch by life for a long time, he is extremely indifferent.Killing and killing dogs is the same.Because of his long-term honest image, no one is on guard against him.Moreover, because I have been engaged in various industries and worked solidly, I am familiar with various low-level survival skills.

After his affairs were found out, the media reported that Yang Yong had been an honest person for more than 40 years.In the end, it has been disguised for more than 40 years, or there is no room for honest people to live normally, which has triggered a public opinion war.

People's hearts are depressed, and no one wants to be an honest person.Honest man has even become synonymous with "murderer".

[Task Requirement: Ensure that Yang Yong lives a normal life. 】

This task can be very simple, you just need to ensure that all hopes are not broken, even if only a little chance of survival is given, Yang Yong can "better die than live" to survive.

This task can also be difficult.Because of the need to protect one's goodness.

So realistic.

It hurts so much.

Fuchen had a premonition that his Dao heart couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear to let it go.

"Send me to the body of Yang Yong's dead daughter. Don't regain my consciousness. I believe I will handle it well." Fuchen said.

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"Hello, Mom, how is your house?" Yang Yong's voice on the phone.

"Not good! Your daughter is spending a lot of money! Hurry up and get the money back! There is no rice for food at home!" The old woman yelled at the phone.

"Okay, okay, I'll call right away. Is Fuchen nearby? I've been on the phone with Fuchen, and I haven't heard her voice for a long time."

"Not here! I don't know where she died! Your daughter is amazing! There is nothing she doesn't do! I am over 60 years old and still have to take care of her ancestor. What crime am I doing? I will give you What are you trying to do with your daughter? Don’t you just want to find someone to marry and give me a grandson? Hurry up and find someone to marry, I think the daughter of the old lady next door is pretty good! Big breasts are good, just look good Born..." The old woman was talking about her grandson on the phone.

On the phone, Yang Yong didn't dare to raise his voice, "Yes, yes. Well, Mom, come back from Fuchen, let her give me—"

"You don't need money for the phone bill? It's so expensive, don't call if you have nothing to do! Remember to pay on time!" Before Yang Yong could finish speaking, the old man hung up the phone.He found a rope from the drawer, and walked out aggressively, looking for his granddaughter Fuchen.

The 5-year-old Fuchen was grabbed by his grandmother and dragged into the village.

Xiao Fuchen stared angrily at the dead old woman.

The old woman grabbed her and kept babbling, "Damn mother's stuff, it wasn't your father who gave it to me, you think I'd be happy to take you with me!" Turning her head, she saw Fu Chen's angry eyes, and the broken branch in her hand brushed the ground. Fling to her leg.

In summer, Fu Chen, who was wearing shorts and shorts, had several bloodstains and mud marks on his body.But she doesn't speak.

"Look at how you look like a girl!" The old woman became even more angry, beating and cursing, "running out all day, studying and not studying, just ran to catch shrimp! Why didn't you get taken away by the water ghost in the river? !"

"Look at the pig butcher's daughter! You behave yourself at home, what do you look like?"

Fuchen doesn't hide, her hands are tied with a rope, she can't hide.

The old woman's claws are like dead branches, dark and thin, but powerful, hooking people and pinching the flesh deeply.

"Being a pig at home, and selling it as a pig after a few years. (Married)" Xiao Fuchen sarcastically.

She had seen the daughter-in-law who butchered a pig. She didn't look very old, and her breast was bigger than her hand.Hold one in your arms this year, hold one in your hand and carry one in your back the next year.It looks like a pig in a butcher's pen.The sows in the pigsty are also milky.

"Then what about you! What are you! You are worse than a pig!" The old woman jumped in anger, dragging the man forward desperately.

Xiao Fuchen was dragged on the ground, wiped the bloody mud on his knees, stood up quickly, and was dragged forward staggeringly.

"He can still sell pig money! You are not even a pig!"

"Who would want you if you look like this?"

"You can't get married even if you give money!"

Fu Chen was silent.Stare at people.

This man talks about what a woman should do, what to do all day long!She asked her to study for two years, in the second grade, and if she could read a few words and write her own name, she would be able to marry better.

Dust is disgusting.

She had seen the situation in which the sow was killed.The sound of slaughtering pigs is shrill and ear-piercing!Called for a whole afternoon!The whole village is full of pig squealing.Wherever you hide, there are pigs screaming!

In those few nights, she kept her eyes open, and her mind was filled with the cry of that pig before it died!
The old woman dragged him back cursing, and then called two teenagers from the next village.Said that the child was disobedient and would not go home.

The young man's sense of justice was overwhelming, "Listen to your grandma and go home with her. Study hard."

A 65-year-old woman and two teenage and half-year-old boys pressed a 5-year-old girl, tied her hands and feet, and then threw the rope on the barbs of the meat hanging baskets in the countryside to hang her up.

"Do you admit your mistake?" the old woman asked.

Fu Chen stared at the three people in front of him, biting his lip but remained silent.

The old woman took the hanger very neatly and put it on her back.

"Admit it or not!"

"No!"

"Crack!" The branch hit his face, scratched the corner of his eye, and blood came out.

Many spectators surrounded the door.

One said, "It's fine if you hit it twice, don't really break it. Yongzi has to talk when he comes back!"

One said, "Admit your mistake quickly, admit your mistake quickly, your grandma is doing it for your own good!"

Fuchen let out a sigh of relief, bit his lip but remained silent.She felt that she was that sow, who was tied up and unloaded by onlookers.

The old woman slapped her more than a dozen times neatly, and was persuaded by the people around her to put her down.

"What does she look like?"

"What does it look like!"

"Other girls can do whatever they want, but you are different!"

"Ah! You are the only one who is different!"

The old woman kept yelling in the dark hall, as if she had suffered endless grievances.

Some people around persuaded, "Oh, the times are different now. Girls can support the family, isn't it written in the play, there is Wu Zetian."

"Is she Wu Zetian?!" the old woman shouted.

The floating dust was untied by the people around and let it go down.

No one said anything more.There are many cases of beating children in rural areas.Grandma Luo's beating of her granddaughter is nothing serious.

However, I feel that the granddaughter is in the way of the son's remarriage. If he does not remarry, he will not have another child, and he will have no grandson!

Grandma Luo was puzzled, and pushed her up to the attic and up the stairs, "You just stay there! When will you admit your mistake and come down!"

Fuchen didn't say anything.My whole body hurts.There is only one thought in her mind, she wants to escape from here.She doesn't want to stay here.

There's all kinds of mess in the attic.One of them is the coffin of the old woman.

In rural areas, old people will prepare for their death when they reach their age, the most important of which is a coffin.

Fuchen didn't even look at the coffin, quietly waiting for the dark.

The next day, Mrs. Luo went up the stairs, but saw no one, only a pile of shit.

The little window was open.

Outside are wooden stakes supporting the antenna box.

People should take advantage of the dark to open the small window and climb the stake to jump off.I don't know where I went now.

"Damn it!" Mrs. Luo yelled as she looked at the pile of black things.

Three months later.

Mrs. Law is dead.Playing Tianjiu Pai was confused, and when I was happy, I laughed too hard, and fell to the ground dead.

Yongzi went home to hold a funeral for the old man. When he got home, he turned his head and asked the neighbor aunt, "Auntie, where is the dust in my house?"

"You floating dust? Didn't your old lady tell you?" The aunt next door was surprised, "I ran away half a month ago, and I should have stayed on the mountain behind."

Yongzi opened his eyes wide and said anxiously, "Why are you staying on the mountain? How old is she?" He was about to cry while speaking.

"I don't know how many times I've run away!" The aunt said, frowning, "If you want me to say, you shouldn't talk about dead people. But your old lady, you are a bit harsh on your granddaughter."

"This granddaughter is also a grandson, isn't she?"

"..."

Yongzi just felt dizzy and dizzy, he was getting old, and the young one...a pressure was on his head, and the man pressed his head, muttering, "Look, look for someone."

Who, can put a five-year-old girl outside overnight?

At this moment, he felt a little hatred, hatred for the old lady.

Yang Yong got up and was about to go out to look for it, but was stopped by his aunt, and he called his son to help him.The son called his familiar partner, and the partner yelled at him again.A group of people from the village went to the mountains with flashlights to find someone.

They had seen it before they found out that there was a woodcutter, so everyone followed the road to look for it there.

When Fu Chen saw the light, he hid in the tree early and did not make a sound.

When people walked by, shouting "Fuchen", "Fuchen", "Yang Fuchen", Fuchen picked up the branches, sat on the branches, looked at the deep blue sky, and wondered when people would leave.

Someone casually slapped a high head, swayed a figure, went back and looked again, "Hey! Hey! Here it is!"

The lights went off, and a child stared down.

Yang Yong raised his head, and what he saw was a very small child with short hair, skinny, tattered and dirty, his eyes were thin and indifferent, he never expected that this was his girl.

His girl...

Yongzi choked up and shouted, "Fuchen, I'm your father!"

Fuchen looked at the man coldly, with a square face, a cut-length cut, a big and strong man with dark skin.

stranger.

Turn your head away.

"Let's go home! Don't sleep here!" Yang Yong shouted, calling for people to come back.

People around shouted, "Fuchen, your father is back and brought you a lot of delicious food, come down! Come down, it's all yours!"

"I don't have a father!" Fuchen shouted!

Yang Yong couldn't stand it as soon as he heard it, and immediately knelt down, crying, "It's dad who's sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!"

The person who followed was startled, pulled Yang Yong up, and shouted at the floating dust above, "Why don't you have a father! How did you get born without a father?"

Yang Yong waved his hands again and again, pleading, "Don't kill her. Don't kill her. It's my fault, my fault."

"I don't have a father! My father died outside, married that old woman, and gave birth to a grandson!" Fu Chen shouted, talking and climbing up.

Yang Yong was taken aback, he was so confused, he stretched out his hand below to pick him up, "Don't, don't, don't fall!"

The people behind came up with an idea, "Look, climb up from behind the tree and take the person down. You can say whatever you want to bring home. What are you talking about here? There are so many mosquitoes."

It is reasonable for others to hear.When Yang Yong makes up his mind, everyone will be sucked by mosquitoes here.He rolled up his sleeves and tugged on his pants, and climbed the tree neatly.

As this person crawls, the dust on top climbs harder.

"Hey! It's gone!" Someone yelled.

Yang Yong rushed over to hold the person and fell to the ground, "hissed", hugged the person with both hands, looked at the person on the body, and pulled the person, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"

Fu Chente bit his mouth neatly, got out from between his arms, and just took two steps when he was grabbed by several hands.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Little Fuchen struggled, using both hands, feet and mouth.

She is small and has a lot of energy.I don't know where the strength came from, and the big men couldn't catch the person in a daze, and they scrambled left and right for a few minutes.There was also Yang Yong who acted recklessly and kept blocking people, "Don't grab her. Don't grab her. She will go home by herself."

No one cares.

It was the son of the aunt in the front room who saw the right time and grabbed the back of his neck and feet, pulling him in the direction of Yang Yong.

"I won't go back! Let go!" Fuchen shouted, resisting to go back.

People around scolded her, "Your grandma is dead. You have to go back and kneel down."

Xiao Fuchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's a good death. It's a good thing for her to die so early."

The man put the floating dust into Yang Yong's arms.

Yang Yong reminded, "She is your grandma."

"She's your mother, but not my grandma!" Fuchen's voice stretched out his hand and slapped, jumped out of his embrace, and ran away, with a clear and powerful voice, "I'm not her grandson, and she's not my grandma either!"

Yang Yong didn't speak, but looked at her.The light in his eyes is like a big abandoned dog.

The person next to him pointed at the floating dust and cursed, "He has no heart. Your father will beat you. Who will feed you? Clothes for you?"

Yang Yong stared at the floating dust, lowered his head, and silently wiped away his tears.

Fu Chen looked at Yang Yong and saw that he seemed to be in no danger.

"It's dangerous in the mountains, go home and sleep." Yang Yong whispered.

A bunch of aunts who had nothing to do got together early to watch the fun.At this time, he commented on the side, "This is the result of not kissing."

"I think Yang Yongcai is the most problematic. What does Ruanbaoba look like? He has been trained like a dog by his mother all his life, and now he is going to be beaten by his daughter."

Others bit their melon seeds and gossiped, "That's not a person's dust. You didn't see how her grandma beat her, and I didn't beat my grandson like that. I hung him up and beat him without food. It's me, and I don't kiss either."

"Oh, is the attic occupied by people?"

The one eating melon seeds immediately grabbed the conversation, "Are people stupid in the mountains? Why are people still willing to go to the mountains?"

"I heard that Fuchen is still shitting on the (attic)." He laughed as he spoke.

Several people also laughed.

Yang Yong heard everything in his heart.His daughter, who was not close to him, was abused by his own mother.The moment I grabbed her in my arms, I realized that she didn't look that thin, but was really unreasonably thin.

Eyes are a little wet.

He wondered: I, Yang Yong, worked so hard for what?Isn't it just for the two of the family to live better?Why is it like this now?
Yang Yong didn't force Fu Chen, "Go home to sleep at night, I'll leave the door open for you." He took out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, "Buy something yourself when you're hungry." Hand them over carefully.

Fuchen looked at the money, and she knew it was the biggest ticket.Step forward, grab the money and run away.

Everyone dispersed.

late at night.

Yang Yong sat in front of the coffin without moving.He tidied up the cabinet and saw the clothes he sent to Fu Chen, brand new and untouched.There is also a passbook, which has been kept in these years, which is already a considerable amount.

He does big work in the city, non-stop every month, and can get more than 1 yuan a month, almost all of which are sent home, just hoping that the old lady and Fuchen can have a better life.

But now, the money is still there, but the people are not.The clothes are there, and the man looks like a wild monkey.

He knew that his mother loved him and cared about him, so he saved money for him to marry a wife.I don't understand why he did this to his daughter?His only child.The child he almost lost.

Outside the door, a little man quietly stretched out his head to look around.

There are no street lights in the countryside. After every household closes their doors to sleep, the streets are completely dark at night, like a black hole in the universe, which can swallow everything.

Yang Yong's family is the only one who turns on the electric light at the door.

Yang Yong turned his head and saw the floating dust.

Fuchen looked at him, quietly sized him up.

Yang Yong was very quiet, he didn't step forward to disturb her, but just looked at her quietly.

Fuchen stepped into the house, sat on the threshold, and took out a large bag of snacks from behind, which were all she wanted to eat but couldn't eat on weekdays.

The rustling sound kept ringing in front of the coffin.

Fuchen was sleepy and pecked at his head.

Yang Yong stepped forward and asked softly, "Can you leave with me? Let's go to a big city." Receive a good education.Be a master.

Fuchen nodded his head, not knowing whether to be sleepy or to respond.

Yang Yong picked him up and put him on the bed.Seven days to finish the funeral.From the beginning to the end, granddaughter Fuchen didn't show her face at all, no matter how many aunts scolded her, she would never show her face.

A few aunts who grew up being beaten and scolded, cried in a decent way after someone died.

Only dust.

Yang Yong closed the door to prevent his aunt from disturbing Fuchen.

My aunt instead preached to Yang Yong, "You say he is honest and stupid, and he also has a little temper. Say he has a little personality, everyone can step on him, and he doesn't know how to resist."

During the funeral, a few sisters found a pile of new clothes when they were helping to pack things. They didn't pick up the tags, and they were all put in the cabinet.

They were all sent by him, and a few older sisters sent them to Fu Chen.But none of these were worn on Fu Chen.

She was still in tattered old clothes, her hair was cut shorter than his, she was yellow and thin, and she was as ugly as a kid.

Yang Yong remembered that Fu Chen was small and thin when he was born, and he was worried that he would not be able to support her.After Xiuying died, he handed over the child to his mother.At that time, she was white and clean, and she was very beautiful.

Every month, I work hard to earn money to send home.That photo from his childhood was his sustenance.He never thought about what his mother would do to Fuchen.This is his only child.

But now, he is still worried that he won't be able to support her.

Yang Yong took the passbook and went to the city to change clothes for Fu Chen.Take people to town.He has a residence on the construction site with bunk beds.When looking for a house, Yang Yong encountered difficulties.

There are no good conditions nearby.The area around the construction site is still undeveloped.Far away is too far away.

Yang Yong could only squeeze his little bed with Fuchen, and he curled up outside and slept on his side.

Working during the day, Yang Yong told Fuchen, "Be careful yourself, don't run around on the construction site."

Fuchen said nothing, kicked the sand and turned a deaf ear, turned his head and ran away.

Yang Yong starts work, and the end of the month is coming soon, and the salary for the first five months has not been paid yet.

"Brother Yong. You have been working here for two years. Have you ever been denied wages before?" A young man saw that Yang Yong was taciturn and seemed to have an idea, so he asked him for advice.

(End of this chapter)