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Daoxiang Village is in the green hills and green fields in summer. In the morning, there is a family at the east end of the village. The courtyard door is half open. A little boy is sitting on the threshold.

The little boy had a thin face with several scratches, but his eyes were black and bright, and he was sniffling and yawning.

A fat kid ran over on the road in the distance and yelled loudly, "Shen Zheng, a car is coming from the village, it's your father, and there's a kid behind him."

Shen Zheng narrowed his bright black eyes slightly, pulled up his lips like a hooligan, pulled out the grass at his feet and put it in his mouth, and followed the fat boy.

He stuffed his hands into his dirty and torn trousers, stood in a cool manner, glanced up and down and followed the man, the well-behaved child gave a light snort.

"Xiaozheng, this is your brother." The man stroked the child's hair, introduced it to Shen Zheng, and finally said to the child, "Ah Cheng, he is the Xiaozheng that Dad mentioned to you, and you will discipline him for Dad in the future." ,do you know?"

With a look of disdain on his face, Shen Zheng suddenly reached out and pushed the child to the ground, spit out the grass in his mouth, stared hostilely, and when the man slapped him, he skillfully squatted down to dodge.

"Stop!" the man shouted angrily.

Shen Zheng, who ran far away, didn't look back, raised his hand and waved, and laughed viciously, "Get out of here."

On the ground, Shen Cheng's palm was pierced by a sharp pebble, and blood flowed out. He frowned and stared at the little figure running in the distance, with curiosity flickering at the end of his slightly raised eyes.

This was the first meeting between Shen Zheng and Shen Cheng.

At that time, Shen Zheng was five years old and Shen Cheng was 11 years old.

The small courtyard became popular after the death of the woman. Every day, a child could be seen sitting upright in front of the wooden table, not looking at anything, just looking at the sky outside with his chin resting on his hands.

Shen Zheng pointed his nostrils at him with his head held high, making troubles from time to time when he was eating and sleeping, but Shen Cheng never lost his temper, and when he was provoked occasionally, he just blushed and stared at those beautiful eyes that Shen Zheng privately envied. he.

Four years passed in a flash.

Shen Zheng also went to school, and stood in front of Shen Cheng with his schoolbag on his back. At that time, Shen Cheng was already in his first year of high school.

"Xiaozheng, that pinch of hair on the top of your head is crooked." Shen Cheng was wearing a clean white shirt, his black hair was combed softly as always, his bangs were slightly long, blocking those long and narrow eyes, making people feel a bit introverted.

Shen Zheng rolled his eyes, ignored him, and went out arrogantly, starting his brand new day.

The excitement of going to school on the first day is quickly attracted by the new students in the class, and then wiped out by the boring lessons. For Shen Zheng, who has ADHD, sitting in a chair for 45 minutes to attend lectures is very difficult unless his butt is glued to the chair. Difficult to do.

So, without any surprise, he was fined to stand.

After school in the afternoon, Shen Zheng's legs were only swinging. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and left the classroom with a few friends in the village.

There is a small shop outside the school, where many students are playing cockfights, and the onlookers are sitting cross-legged on the ground, throwing their schoolbags aside, clapping their hands and shouting for cheer.

Among the two children colliding fiercely in the middle of the field, the slightly thinner one stopped suddenly, and the originally fierce expression on his face was slightly stunned when he saw someone who shouldn't be here, while the other child took the opportunity to slam his knee hard hit it.

A white figure pushed away from the crowd and ran over anxiously, "Xiaozheng, are you injured?"

Shen Zheng wiped the sweat off his face with his dirty arm, panted and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Shen Zheng, who is he?" Someone beside him was puzzled.

The kid who won showed off and smiled at the little girl who was watching. The girl didn't look at him, but walked over to ask, looking at Shen Zheng's skinny knee, and asked with concern.

Shen Zheng grinned, and said nonchalantly, "A man bleeds, sweats and doesn't shed tears."

He didn't notice how dark the eyes of the young man beside him were looking at him.

"Xiaozheng, come home with me." Shen Cheng lowered his eyes, maybe he came running over, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and he raised his hand to rub it.

The corners of Shen Zheng's mouth raised evil spirits, "Who are you? Heavenly King Lao Tzu?"

"Yes." Immediately someone laughed and booed.

Shen Cheng pursed his lips, twisted Shen Zheng's vest without saying a word, grabbed his schoolbag with one hand, and walked away with ease.

The bookworm in his memory suddenly behaved like this, Shen Zheng was stunned for a while, and then he came back to his senses, struggling angrily, punching and kicking.

"Hey, Shen Cheng, you fucking put me down, if you have the ability to single out!"

With a snap, he slapped Shen Zheng's ass.

Time stopped for a second, followed by a deafening roar, "Ah, fuck you, you dare to hit me, Shen Cheng, from now on there will be you without me, me without you!"

This is Shen Zheng, who is nine years old, and Shen Cheng, who is 15 years old.

For the next few days, whenever Shen Zheng saw that Shen Cheng was about to go to bed, he would kick him over. Shen Cheng was not annoyed, but just looked at him quietly, and fell asleep on the floor in silence.

With nowhere to vent his anger, Shen Zheng scratched his hair irritably, lay on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Shen De was doing business outside and rarely came back. He only hired a nanny to take care of Shen Zheng and Shen Cheng who also lost their mother. He also heard about the situation of the two sons from the nanny.

Most of the time, he doesn't care about some small troubles. He can't come back for his son's birthday. The reason is that he is busy with work.

Gradually, year after year, both Shen Cheng and Shen Zheng forgot that there was a father.

The nights in winter were very cold, and there was a water bag filled with hot water under the quilt. After Shen Zheng got up to pee from time to time, the warmth disappeared.

Drinking too much water at night will make you suffer. Shen Zheng climbed into bed cursing and lying next to Shen Cheng, his cool body squeezed into a warm place, his cold nose rubbed against Shen Cheng's shoulder, sneaking in He touched his ass, it was soft, tender and warm.

The next moment, Shen Zheng rolled onto Shen Cheng's body, pressed his hands and feet against him, felt the warm and inclusive atmosphere, and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

There was a stern voice in my ear, "Go down."

Shen Zheng groaned, looking as if he was asleep, when he realized that Shen Cheng wanted to push him down, he hugged him tightly with both hands.

Frowning, Shen Cheng lowered his voice, "Shen Zheng, get down!"

"Hmm...it smells so good, chicken legs." His teeth gnawed on Shen Cheng's collarbone, and Shen Zheng muttered indistinctly. He wanted to put it on, but there was a hard object against his crotch...

"Uh...Brother, your little JJ poked me." Shen Zheng raised his head, staring at Shen Cheng, with his arms still around his neck.

The hot and humid breath sprayed over, and the body that was close to her was thinner and swollen, but she didn't feel disgusted at all, and wanted more contact.

Shen Cheng's breathing tightened imperceptibly, and he didn't move.

This year, Shen Zheng was 13 years old and Shen Sheng was 19 years old.