Siheyuan: This is really immoral

"Zhu Huifei is from the Northeast. His father is a farmer. Probably because of his mother's health, she was middle-aged and finally got pregnant. Unexpectedly, his mother died of excessive blood loss when giving birth to him."

At this point, Chen Xing took out a pipe from the side, lit it with a match, took a deep puff and exhaled, as if to spit out all the pent-up emotions in his heart, and then continued:

"He borrowed milk from the East Village and the West Village. He finally had rice porridge to fill his stomach. Then his father enlisted in the army. He didn't expect that he would die in the Magic City just a few months later."

"Then his grandfather took care of him. He told me that his grandfather was probably in his 50s at the time, but luckily he could still do some work. He put him in a bamboo basket every day and went to the fields. He was hungry... He worried about the next meal, but he didn't starve the child much."

Chen Xing took another puff from the pipe, and the white smoke slowly floated upwards until it disappeared.

"It's probably what they say: good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years... In that era when even young adults would become thin from starvation, how many years could his grandfather survive with the body of a child? Sure enough, in the winter of one year, a small cold completely ruined his grandfather's health. He had to lie at home, with no money to treat the disease."

"But that was it. He still managed to stay in bed until the spring before he breathed his last. It was with his broken body and the help of relatives and neighbors who gave him some charity that his grandson survived the cold winter."

Lin Zhuang fell silent upon hearing this, and his right hand subconsciously reached into his belt.

Nothing.

Chen Xing saw a lot of people and realized that Lin Zhuang might want to take the more expensive cigarettes, so he handed the pipe in his hand to Lin Zhuang and said:

"Brother Lin, I'm not used to rolling cigarettes. Can you please just make do with it?"

Lin Zhuang shook his head. Since he had quit smoking for so long, he might as well not smoke in this life. Then he also sighed.

"Yes, the blood and tears of the Flower Planting Family... Too many people were sacrificed, and two and a half generations were wiped out."

"Mr. Qian was so desperate that he wrote an outline of national history. He was so desperate that he even sent his children to the battlefield. We have too much to remember. It is a hatred that cannot be expressed in a few words!"

Chen Xing was even more emotional. He tilted his head, obviously reminiscing, and continued to talk to Lin Zhuang.

"Then the child grew up a little bit, and everyone's life became increasingly difficult. His family was barely getting by, so how could they have extra food for this kid who loved eating the most? Once again, by chance, he heard someone say that the Forty-Nine City was the most prosperous and richest place, and that the people there had good food every day."

"He was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy! He believed what others said, but he didn't know that others were just hearsay. He went all the way down to Sijiu City, but he always took the wrong path because he couldn't ask for directions. That's when I met him."

"This child is so hungry that he is skin and bones. He is so dirty that it is hard to describe. He is digging wild vegetables under the tree with his butt sticking up."

"To be honest, I have encountered countless such things along the way, but this is the first time I have seen such a small child looking for food alone, digging wild vegetables, without even a small bag on his body. I couldn't help but move forward a little, so I asked him: Hey, kid, why are you alone?"

Perhaps this incident had a great impact on Chen Xing, and he still remembered it vividly, and the tone he used when he spoke seemed to be exactly the same as it was at that time.

"Do you know what happened to him? He turned around and there was red juice in his mouth. Upon closer inspection, I found that it was the small wild fruits in front of him, which were bright red. When he saw that I was getting closer to him, he quickly grabbed the few wild fruits and stuffed them into his mouth, fearing that I would steal his food."

"I took out the steamed buns hidden in my arms, threw one to him, and told him, I'm not trying to steal your food. As long as you tell me why you are alone, I will give you another steamed bun."

"Zhu Huifei picked up the steamed bread on the ground and wiped it. Maybe he was extremely hungry, or maybe he thought that someone like him was not worth murdering, so he just wolfed it down. He swallowed it even though he was choking. After eating one, he licked his lips and looked at me, obviously wanting the second steamed bread I mentioned."

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Having said this, it was not obvious that Zhu Huifei's footsteps came over in a hurry, with heavy footsteps.

He walked up to Chen Xing and said, "Boss, try this set."

After saying that, Zhu Huifei actually grabbed the corner of Chen Xing's clothes and said, "Boss, I will make amends. I will help you change."

Chen Xing's face turned black, and Lin Zhuang beside him burst out laughing. The two of them had a lot of sympathy for Zhu Huifei just now, but all of that was instantly wiped out by his laughter.

Chen Xing first scolded him with a smile: "What are you doing?! In public, you have no sense at all. Can't you see that your brother Lin is soaked? This is for him to change."

Zhu Huifei was dizzy and dazed, and immediately ran over to try to take off Lin Zhuang's clothes. Lin Zhuang slapped his outstretched hand, leaving a red and purple mark, which gave him a fright.

"No, you should keep this skill to serve your boss. I'm straight."

Zhu Huifei didn't understand what Lin Zhuang really meant. He withdrew his hand angrily and scratched his head.

Chen Xing glared at him again and said, "Go to sleep."

When Zhu Huifei heard the boss tell him to go to bed, he felt as if he had received an imperial decree and gloriously returned to his old place to sleep. Chen Xing said to Lin Zhuang:

"Brother Lin, let's talk about him later. Why don't you change into dry clothes first?"

Lin Zhuang nodded and followed Chen Xing to an empty room to change clothes.

Chen Xing looked at Lin Zhuang's figure and said enviously: "Brother Lin, your body looks strong. You look like someone who is not just a show-off. You are definitely going to explode."

"My father and his brothers taught me some real martial arts before. As for this physique, in fact, many real martial artists will not have such obvious figures. They all have fat wrapped around their muscles, which makes them look particularly strong."

Chen Xing touched his chin and said, "I've seen it before. With that punch, even the iron pipe would be deformed. It would be terrible if it hit a person. Okay, Brother Lin, you change your clothes first. If the rain continues to be so heavy, you can stay here with me for the night."

It doesn't matter where you sleep. Lin Zhuang certainly didn't want to embarrass me like he did just now.

After changing his clothes, Chen Xing actually carefully asked someone to make a bowl of ginger tea. Although he didn't need it given his physical condition, he couldn't let the good intention go to waste.

He picked up the ginger tea brought by his younger brother and drank it all in one gulp.