Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

After watching the movie, it was already noon.

Shi Rong and Fu Zhijing went to a private restaurant they frequented and opened a private dining room. The waiter handed over the menu, and Fu Zhijing took it and started ordering.

Fu Zhijing knew his taste, so Shi Rong didn't pay much attention, poured a cup of tea and sipped it.

"Sauteed spinach, cold mustard greens, fried wild vegetable balls..."

The more he listened, the more something was wrong. Shi Rong put down the tea cup and said in a slightly annoyed tone: "Fu Zhijing..."

Fu Zhijing closed the menu and coaxed Shi Rong softly: "Good boy, just eat a little, okay?" In order to coax Shi Rong to eat more, he thought of many ways, and he was indeed rich in experience.

Shi Rong couldn't stand Fu Zhijing's look and compromised: "I'll only eat a little bit."

"Okay." Fu Zhijing knew very well that going too far is never equal, so he didn't push him anymore.

A high-end private restaurant with fast food delivery. Shi Rong stared at the plate, found the tiniest piece of spinach, picked up a meatball, ate a few mouthfuls of rice, and stopped moving his chopsticks.

Seeing this, Fu Zhijing called the waiter again and whispered something.

After a while, the waiter brought another bowl of steaming wontons and placed them in front of Shi Rong.

"Fresh meat and chicken soup wontons, no green vegetables." Fu Zhijing said, "How can it be enough to only eat this little?"

Shi Rong waited for the heat to dissipate and stretched out the small spoon. The wontons were well stuffed and tender and juicy, but...he always felt like he tasted a little spinach.

Shi Rong thought of what Fu Zhijing had quietly said to the waiter, probably asking the chef to add some special ingredients. It wasn't that he couldn't accept it. He pursed his lips and ate a few more small wontons.

Besides Fu Zhijing, who else would be so worried about him?

With Fu Zhijing by his side, time always passed quickly, and Shi Rong delayed returning to school until the end.

Fu Zhijing sent Shi Rong downstairs to the dormitory. He was reluctant to let go, but he still said: "Good boy, I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Shi Rong lowered his head and responded.

Fu Zhijing turned around and walked a few steps, then turned his head as if he remembered something again: "Good boy, you..."

Shi Rong raised his head, his pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his voice: "Fu Zhijing, get out of the way!"

But it was already too late. Before Fu Zhijing could make a move, a figure ran directly into his arms. The force was so great that he took a few steps back and was almost knocked down.

Fu Zhijing reacted quickly, frowned and shook the person in his arms away heavily.

"Ah!" The floor of the dormitory building was paved with asphalt gravel, and Fu Zhijing's strength was so great that Mi Rong was pushed to the ground. His palms rubbed against the stones, and blood immediately broke through his skin.

"Xiaomi!" Song Jia ran over from not far away, quickly helped Mi Rong up, and glared at Fu Zhijing, "What are you doing! Xiaomi didn't do it on purpose!"

Shi Ronghan came to Fu Zhijing's side with a face on his face, took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, took his hand, and wiped it carefully inch by inch.

His eyes were dark and unclear, and his hands were shaking. Shi Rong wiped hard, anger flowed down the blood vessels throughout his body, and he lost all reason. At this moment, he only had one thought - to wipe Fu Zhijing clean.

The back of Fu Zhijing's hands gradually turned red, but he did not struggle. He just looked at Shi Rong with a distressed face, and his voice became softer: "Good boy..."

Seeing that Fu Zhijing and the others were ignoring him, Song Jia was so angry that she clenched her fists and shouted angrily: "You two, apologize to Xiaomi!"

A large piece of skin was torn off Mi Rong's palm, and gravel and gravel were embedded in the flesh, causing severe pain. He looked at Fu Zhijing aggrievedly, "I just bumped into you accidentally..."

Mi Rong and Song Jia went downstairs to eat, but halfway there, they suddenly remembered that they had forgotten their mobile phones, so they hurriedly turned back to get them. Not wanting to keep Song Jia waiting, he ran very fast and unexpectedly bumped into someone...

It was just an accidental bump. As for throwing him to the ground? Moreover, Shi Rong actually wiped the man's hands in front of him, as if he was a dirty thing...

Mi Rong felt humiliated and aggrieved, and tears already filled her eyes.

After hearing what Song Jia and Mi Rong said, Shi Rong paused his hands and slowly turned his head. His eyes were very dark, and he looked at the two of them as if they were looking at two dead objects, "You are really disgusting."

Song Jia shouted angrily: "You said..."

"Shut up!" Fu Zhijing's eyes flashed with coldness. He had been in a high position for a long time and had a fierce aura. Such a cold look made Song and Jia feel chilled and froze in place.

Fu Zhijing took the tissue from Shi Rong's hand and wiped his hands vigorously again. Then he stared into Shi Rong's eyes and said softly: "Hey, dear, I'm here... I threw away all my clothes when I got back and took a shower three times." ,OK?"

He knew that Shi Rong was ill again...

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When Fu Zhijing came home at the age of fourteen, he saw his mother softly comforting Shi Rong, while Shi Rong was sitting on the sofa with dull eyes, motionless.

When Fu Jing saw Fu Zhijing coming back, she patted her face and then called Fu Zhijing aside.

"Rong Rong's parents picked him up from school... and were driven over by someone who was maliciously seeking revenge on society... At that time, Rong Rong was not far away and witnessed all this with his own eyes..."

Fu Jing briefly told Fu Zhijing what happened, and sighed: "Rong Rong's parents are gone, and he is still so young. Zhi Jing, Rong Rong has the best relationship with you, so go and comfort him."

Just listening to these simple words, Fu Zhijing's heart began to hurt. He didn't dare to think how sad Shi Rong would feel at this moment.

Fu Zhijing arrived at Shi Rong's side in a few steps. He didn't say anything, just sat down and stayed with him quietly.

An hour, two hours...

Shi Rong finally reacted. His tears fell in large drops, and he tightly grasped Fu Zhijing's arm, like a drowning man clinging to a driftwood for survival.

His eyes were shockingly red, and his voice was broken and out of tune: "Brother Ajing, brother Ajing... Mom and Dad are gone, I don't have my parents anymore..."

Ten years old is already a sensible age. Shi Rong witnessed with his own eyes that his parents' car was knocked over, with a "bang" sound and flames shooting into the sky...

The crowd around him became restless, and the screams, noises, and children's cries... all disappeared in his ears. The colorful world turned into black and white, and Shi Rong froze in place for a long time.

At that moment, he knew that he would never see his parents again...

Fu Zhijing didn't know how to comfort Shi Rong, so he just patted his back gently until the boy was tired of crying and fell asleep.

"I will love you for them." Staring at the boy's pale sleeping face, Fu Zhijing vowed firmly, "From now on, I will love you as my own brother."

Losing her parents was a huge blow to Shi Rong. In particular, the incident happened because Shi's father and Shi's mother picked him up from school, so Shi Rong was filled with self-loathing.

He became gloomy, suspicious, and paranoid, and regarded Fu Zhijing as his only salvation, and did not allow anyone to compete with him for Fu Zhijing. Whenever Fu Zhijing spoke to a stranger, he would tremble all over and fall into panic...

Over the years, Shi Rong's condition has improved a lot, but it still hasn't completely improved...