Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

The feeling of stiff neck is not very pleasant, the neck cannot be deflected greatly, and it is difficult to exert strength.

Wen Yang covered the back of his neck with his hands and gently kneaded, a big warm palm covered the back of his hand.

"Come here, I'll help you." Fu Chao led him to the room.

Feeling the appropriate strength from him, Wen Yang asked in surprise: "You also have experience in this area?"

"I understand a little." Fu Chao's lips curled up with a slight arc.

It was only after hearing from Xu Fang that after doing that, he could massage his waist to relieve the soreness of his waist, so he memorized a few tricks through online teaching.

It's just a different place now.

As for the back massage, it will always be used in the future.

He glanced at the young man's thin waist with his downcast eyes.

Zhang Sheng and Yang Hongxiu in the lobby looked at each other and smiled. Zhang Sheng helped his wife put away the bowl, and he said, "Remember to give that girl something to eat."

Yang Hongxiu nodded, her face was full of distress and resentment: "Those damned ones, why didn't they get struck by lightning."

"That's not the way we do it. Do you want to ask that young man to help send him out?" She asked again.

Zhang Sheng leaned on the table beside him and lit a cigarette: "It's fine to say I'm selfish, I don't want our children to be involved in this matter."

Yang Hongxiu could not bear it, looking at her husband hesitant to speak, the woman with a vicissitudes of life finally said nothing, just shook her head and sighed, and went to the kitchen with her things.

She filled a bowl of porridge and added some vegetables, and went to the woodshed in the kitchen.

The firewood house is an old house, or an adobe brick house. When the building was built, Zhang Sheng did not allow it to be demolished, thinking that it could be used to store some sundries.

Most importantly, there is an old cellar inside.

Yang Hongxiu put the bowls and chopsticks on a small stool aside, and removed a bundle of dry firewood on the ground, revealing a wooden board.

Remove the wooden board, revealing a wooden ladder going down.

She held the bowl and chopsticks in one hand, and walked down the ladder slowly with the other. It looked dangerous, but practice made perfect, and she walked steadily.

Not long after, she climbed up again with the bowls and chopsticks, and put the things back in place.

She looked back, with tears of distress in her eyes: "Those beasts."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, she closed the door of the firewood house and exited.

The air in the mountains is exceptionally fresh. A fish pond was dug in front of the old couple’s house. In the morning, the mountain mist filled the front of the pond, as if clouds were floating in mid-air, and everything seemed hazy like flowers peeking through the fog.

Under Zhang Sheng's reminder, Wen Yang acted as a tour guide and took Fu Chao around.

He was wearing a dark blue round neck sweater, a very unfashionable style, but it was a shirt on him.

As the saying goes, a good-looking person is not ugly even if he wears a sack casually.

This was woven by Yang Hongxiu herself. Over the years, she has woven a few pieces for Wen Yang every year.

Occasionally, it will be sent to him, and there are often some dried sweet potatoes made by her and her husband.

And Fu Chao also took off those expensive clothes at this time, and put on the same sweater similar to Wen Yang.

He looked at the couple outfits on the two with satisfaction, and felt that he was one step closer to Wen Yang's heart.

Looking at Wen Yang's hand hanging by his side, he approached slowly, and when he was about to hold it, he pursed his lips and gave up.

The boy hasn't been tempted by him yet, and excessive intimacy may actually arouse his plans.

He is decisive in the business field, but only when facing his sweetheart can he become so cautious.

Standing on the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of all the scenery in the village, whether it is the winding stream or the smoke from the roofs of a few houses.

"Something happened to Yangyang! Something happened to your house!" The two of them had just come down from the mountain when they saw the shambling old woman running towards her.

Wen Yang's heart trembled, and he only had time to shout: "Grandma Chen, I'll go back right away."

Hearing the anxious tone of the old man, he was full of worry, he didn't bother to ask what happened, he just wanted to go home now.

Only when he saw that his adoptive parents were safe and sound, could he be completely relieved.

Fu Chaojun frowned, and followed him with strides.

When the two returned home, they saw a few men from non-villages carrying hoes and shovels, yelling at the door aggressively.

"Zhang Sheng, you son of a bitch, hurry up and hand over my wife, or I'll never end with you today!" The leader was a dark-skinned middle-aged man.

She has a Chinese character face, with two beards on her lips, heavy forehead lines, and skinny bones.

Although there is no flesh on his body, his skin looks tight and firm due to years of hard work.

His right leg was on tiptoe, and he didn't land firmly on the ground, and he limped when he walked.

The other four were fat and thin, and they were all middle-aged men of about the same age. They looked like honest peasants, but at this moment they were full of anger.

Zhang Sheng took a puff of his cigarette, and the hand hanging by his side trembled a little, and he almost couldn't hold the cigarette between his fingers.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, but I remember that Mr. Yang, you have always been a bachelor. How can you have such an unnecessary daughter-in-law?"

He forced himself to pretend to be calm, and asked back.

Yang Hongxiu hugged her arm in fear, not daring to say a word, only begging these people not to really move their hands.

Two fists are no match for four hands, and she and her wife are getting older, but they can't stand the shovels in their hands.

"Dad, Mom!" Wen Yang ran over quickly, he stood in front of the elders and looked directly at the five people in front of him, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

A pair of fox eyes narrowed dangerously, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to strike.

Fu Chao protected him, and glanced at the few people with cold eyes. The aura of the superior made them feel a little weak, and they took two steps back.

Yang Laosi's eyes fell on Wen Yang's face, he only felt that this young man was more beautiful than a woman, he swallowed, his eyes could not hide the obscenity.

"Zhang Sheng, return him to me quickly, or you will give me your son as a wife." He rubbed his hands wretchedly, "I haven't played with men before, look at this delicate and tender man. Come, it must taste extraordinary."

The others laughed, not much different from the bums outside.

Zhang Sheng was so angry that he kept coughing: "How dare you! Yang Hongxiu took Wen Yang and Fu Chao and told them to hide in the house, not wanting them to get involved.

At this time, Fu Chao's long legs had swept over involuntarily, and that kick landed directly on his face, and he fell to the ground under such heavy force.

Fourth Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a tooth that had been kicked out.

"Give it to me! Kill this son of a bitch!" He waved angrily for the people behind him to do it.

Fu Chao patted Wen Yang on the shoulder, let him stand aside, glanced at several people with sharp eyes, and snorted coldly: "Let's go together."

"Go!" Yang Laosi covered his swollen face, picked up the hoe that fell on the ground, and waved it at him.

Wen Yang shouted nervously: "Be careful!"

Yang Hongxiu picked up the broom from the corner: "I'll fight with you!"

However, before she could make a move, she froze in place the next second.