After Lao Gong lost his memory, he thought he was a double

Master Xie didn't know what happened last night. He made an appointment with his dumb brother to take a horse walk today. Boss Yu said that the pony must run freely on the wide grassland to grow up quickly.

What Ms. Wen prepared for him today was still a red cotton-padded jacket with a big red scarf, which looked very festive.

Because she was going to play outside, Ms. Wen asked Xie Ling to wear boots to go out. There had just been a heavy rain in this place, and the ground was pitted and muddy.

When Xie Ling arrived at the agreed place, the dumb brother was already waiting for him there.

My brother really wants to be friends with me.

That's right, although the grassland is infinitely beautiful, it is definitely not happy without friends!

Fu Mingcheng pulled Feiyue, he changed into new clothes, and waited for Xie Ling anxiously and expectantly.

When he found that Xie Ling appeared in his line of sight, he subconsciously waved at the young man. The young man in the distance came galloping like a bird, and then stood still in front of him.

"Hello, brother." Xie Ling didn't hesitate to smile.

Fu Mingcheng felt his head swell, and the temperature of his cheeks rose sharply. He lowered his head in panic, afraid that the boy would find out that he was strange.

In fact, it is very difficult to see the "strangeness" on his face.

When Xie Ling saw his brother bowing his head, he just thought that his brother was inferior because he couldn't speak.

Fei Yue and her companions ran wildly in the grassland, while Xie Ling and Fu Mingcheng chose a place to sit and watch the horses run.

When the wind blows, the hustle and bustle of the city is completely taken away, leaving only endless tranquility, fresh and comfortable air with the breath of green grass, and the blue sky is like a painting.

The young master stared at it for a while, and the novelty wore off. He yawned, nodded his head, somehow put his head on the dumb brother's shoulder, and fell asleep.

Fu Mingcheng's eyes were out of focus, the tips of his ears were red, his body became more and more stiff, and he dared not move.

But, it's windy outside so I can't sleep, I'll catch a cold...

His fingers trembled slightly, and it took a lot of courage to put his hands on the boy's waist, then carefully adjusted his posture, and hugged the boy horizontally.

Fu Mingcheng's life in the past few years has been very hard, so hard that he can't remember what a normal life is like.

In the middle of the night, he often woke up with a start. In a trance, he thought he was still in war, and he seemed to be able to smell the disgusting smell of blood.

He was sunk deep in the cold mud, even standing in the sun, he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

But when he touched the young man, the bloody scenes in front of him gradually dissipated, and the disturbance in his ears also calmed down. Fu Mingcheng lowered his head and smelled the clear and indifferent breath from the young man.

He held the boy carefully, his steps were slow but firm.

When he carried the boy back to the small courtyard of Xie's house, Fu Xueqing was sitting beside Ms. Wen. She had a sweet smile on her face, a soft smile in her eyes, a black dress and red lips, and her every move was flamboyant. And reckless.

When she saw Fu Mingcheng, she smiled at Fu Mingcheng where Wen Qingrou couldn't see, her eyes were full of malice.

"Thank you for bringing Ling Ling back. Come in and sit for a while." Ms. Wen was not surprised to see her son falling asleep in someone else's arms.

"Do not……"

"Auntie can't hold her, can you help Auntie take Ling Ling into the house?" Ms. Wen smiled.

Fu Mingcheng nodded hesitantly.

Ms. Wen led the way, Fu Mingcheng followed behind, and Fu Xueqing, who was sitting in the yard, leaned on her chin and looked at Fu Mingcheng with a half-smile.

Fu Mingcheng looked at the woman vigilantly, subconsciously increased the strength of holding Xie Ling.

This woman can abuse him in any way, he can bear it, but she can't put her mind on Xie Ling!

What the woman said last night sounded like a nightmare in his ears, irritating his already tense nerves one after another. His eyes hidden behind his bangs turned red at some point, like a beast that had lost its mind.

Xie Ling frowned, opened his misty eyes, and muttered, "Easy..."

The precarious sanity returned before the string was broken, the big boy stood there in a panic, Master Xie was dissatisfied with the stop of the walker, he patted the walker, "sleepy, go quickly."

The "walking device" wakes up like a dream, and the pace is faster.

Fu Xueqing didn't see the expected good show, so she curled her lips boredly.

When Young Master Xie woke up, the pointer was moving towards the number four, and it was getting dark outside. He opened his eyes in a daze for a while, then inserted his hand into his hair and rubbed it randomly twice, and sat up with his messy hairstyle.

Ms. Wen pushed the door, "Oh, wake up, it's just right, let's eat, your dad and I will go to the boss's for a while, and you can play with your new friends."

Xie Ling asked, "What are you going for?"

Ms. Wen: "Play mahjong."

Xie Ling: "Oh." It's really no surprise.

Boss Yu's card skills are very good, his father likes to play cards with Boss Yu the most, according to his father's words, even being abused is a hearty joy!

"One more thing," Ms. Wen hesitated rarely, "do you like this type of friend?"

She still knows her son quite well, and she doesn't give any face to people she doesn't like, and the briquettes outside... Cough, the taciturn prairie boy outside is obviously her son who took the initiative to make friends with. In Ms. Wen's opinion, It's really unbelievable.

"No..." Xie Ling was not fully awake yet, and his reaction was a bit slow. He thought for a while before continuing, "I just think that he is standing in the corner looking at me, like..."

"Pray that I will go and talk to him."

He expected me to stand in front of him, so I did.

In the room, the clear boy's voice was husky just after waking up, and his tone was lazy and casual.

Outside, the big boy sitting on the steps looked back at the closed door countless times, longing for the boy in his heart to push the door and come out.

Ms. Wen: "..."

Very well, her son's belated second-year illness finally came. She went to play mahjong with worry, and all she could think about at the poker table was to go back and discuss with Lao Xie how to let the child pass through the rebellious period of second-year middle school smoothly.

After Xie Ling took Brother Briquette to eat, he decided to take a bath after thinking about it for a second.

To be honest, Boss Yu’s place is good everywhere, but it’s inconvenient to take a shower. You have to boil water and pour it into the bucket yourself, and there is not even a pipe for diverting water.

But this is understandable, Boss Yu is essentially a racecourse, not a homestay.

If Xie Ling doesn't want to bother, he can actually ask the bodyguard brother to help, but the young master is very stubborn, and thinks that such a trivial matter does not need to bother the bodyguard at all!

So the young master died at the first step, boiling water.

Staring at the big stove, the young master felt that his brain was not enough. Grandpa always liked to talk about his sad past and family history. Xie Ling also knew that this kind of big pot was used in the countryside. Grandpa said that if he wanted to burn firewood, he had to start a fire. , Fill firewood little by little after lighting the fire.

The young master found the matchbox from the stove, and the firewood from behind the door curtain. However, he made his face black and didn't light the fire. The fire was already lit, but once he put it in the stove, it didn't work. How long will it be gone.

The first time, the young master thought that the fire was extinguished due to the lack of air circulation; so the second time the young master folded a small paper fan to fan the wind, but the fire extinguished after fanning, the third, fourth, and third times five times...

The young master has successfully closed himself.

He sat on a small little bench, hugging his knees pitifully.

Grandpa was right, if I was thrown into the countryside, I wouldn't survive even one episode!

At first Fu Mingcheng thought that Xie Ling wanted to play with fire, although he thought it was bad to play with fire, but he didn't stop it. Seeing the young man's frustrated expression now, his heart felt as if someone had pulled him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He asked, "Are you going to light a fire?"

Xie Ling was startled when he heard the voice, and almost fell down sitting up. He reacted for a few beats before looking at Fu Mingcheng, "You are not dumb!"

Fu Mingcheng shook his head, the eyes behind his bangs were a bit dazed, he had no idea how the boy came to this conclusion.

Xie Ling: "..."

Master Xie's eyes were full of resentment, "You are not dumb, why don't you talk to me."

"I……"

Fu Mingcheng didn't know what to say, he habitually looked down at the ground, like a child who had made a mistake and was at a loss.

Seeing the coal ball, Xie Ling bowed his head again and did not speak, his eyes became even more resentful, good guy, you are cosplaying dumb, but brother coal ball's voice is really nice.

"My name is Xie Ling, what's your name?" Young Master Xie remembered that he didn't introduce himself because he thought Brother Coal Ball was dumb, so he hurriedly added.

Fu Ming lowered his head, he pursed his lips and remained silent, feeling somewhat aggrieved inexplicably.

I said you can't remember the name.

"Too shy." Seeing this, Young Master Xie muttered, and he turned to answer Brother Coal Ball's question, "Yeah, I want to light a fire to boil water for a bath, but I can't."

Fu Mingcheng let out an oh, he squatted down, picked up the small firewood that Xie Ling used to light the fire before, and then struck the match, he lit the small firewood, put the firewood into the stove pit, and put some more firewood when the fire got bigger Going in, he hooked the stove pit with a stove hook, and then blocked the stove pit with a baffle.

He scooped water from the water tank into the stove, and covered the stove with a large wooden cover when the water was [-]% full.

"It'll be fine in a while," he said.

Xie Ling staring eyes: "Wow, that's amazing."

Fu Mingcheng felt that his face was getting hot again.

The water boiled quickly, Fu Mingcheng took out two small wooden buckets, and carried the hot water into the bathtub in the house.

"I'm here to help too!"

Xie Ling wanted to take over the tub, but Fu Mingcheng directly refused: "I can hurry up myself."

The big dark-skinned boy walked steadily and quickly, not a single drop of water came out.

Xie Lingxin said who are you looking down on? He found a bathtub and filled it with water. This bucket of water is not very heavy for a boy, but it is really difficult to walk with it without leaking.

Am I a piece of shit?

Seeing that one-third of the water in his bucket was missing, Young Master Xie couldn't help asking questions.

After Fu Mingcheng adjusted the water temperature, he called Xie Ling in. Young Master Xie looked at the bathtub listlessly, and he didn't want to take a bath anymore after being hit.

But it's too bad not to wash after working for so long. Xie Ling has measured the bathtub before, and it can definitely hold three adults. He can wash it with Brother Liqiu.

"Then wash it." Young Master Xie turned and locked the door.

Fu Mingcheng panicked: "Wait...I want to go out."

"Ah?" Xie Ling was puzzled, "Your face is blackened, won't you wash it with me?"

One, together?

Fu Mingcheng felt that his brain was not enough all of a sudden, he took two steps back and wanted to run away again.

Xie Ling quickly grabbed the big briquette, "Don't be shy, let's enjoy the fruits of labor together. This is the water we boiled ourselves. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

Although I didn't burn the water, I also witnessed its birth, even if I participated in it.

The heating in the room is sufficient, Xie Ling and Fu Mingcheng are not wearing coats, Young Master Xie is wearing an ordinary hooded sweater, while Fu Mingcheng's clothes are fixed with hemp rope, this kind of rope is not securely tied, I can't help but play around The child scattered.

The body wrapped under the clothes was exposed. The honey-colored skin, smooth muscle lines, and eight-pack abs in the waist and abdomen were all beautiful.

The premise is to ignore the countless scars on this body.

Young Master Xie's attention was attracted by these large and small wounds, and he even ignored that the body of the coal ball brother was not a coal ball.

"Someone abused you? Is it Boss Yu?" Xie Ling frowned.

The dirty body was exposed in front of Ling Ling like this, Fu Mingcheng's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, he looked at Xie Ling helplessly, but he didn't see any disgust in the young man's eyes.

"No." Fu Mingcheng slowly shook his head.

Master Xie took Fu Mingcheng's hand, his tone softened, his eyes were firm: "Who is that, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Protect……

What a beautiful word.

Fu Mingcheng looked at the boy, and the affection in his eyes could no longer be restrained. He suddenly knew how to get the boy's pity without a teacher, "It's...my mother."

The big boy lowered his head, trembling shiveringly, as if terrified.

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