The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun is really distressed, Gan Ting is good at everything, why every time he enters the kitchen, he becomes an idiot, forget about an idiot, he still loves to cook and loves to play, he has a big addiction to food, three days Both of them wanted to cook something weird for Fang Cun, and forced him to drink it, which made Fang Cun miserable.

Fortunately, Qianjian often sent letters to Fangcun. He was afraid that Fangcun would not be able to eat enough and not warm in Jinling. After he became the throne, he was too busy, so the frequency was less.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Ten years ago, Cun lived very comfortably. There was a gazebo in their small courtyard, and there was a pond in the gazebo. Some lotuses were planted in the pond, and even a few ducklings were raised to swim around in it.Fang Cun catches ducks and catches fish every day, and has nothing to do to tease Gan Ting in his free time. He is so bored that he gets moldy, so he goes to the market, buys some Gan Ting's favorite food and brings him home to cheer him up. His life is not to mention moist.

Fang Cun was leisurely and leisurely every day like this, but later Gan Ting really couldn't get used to Fang Cun's old man's style, so he directly told Tianjie that he was dead.

That's right, dead.

Tianjie actually believed this outrageous statement, no longer caring about Fangcun, and even Qianjian, the God of Wealth, never appeared in front of his eyes again. The poor man who begged Gan Ting to give him some money for food.

So Fang Cun is no longer a laid-back old man. The poor man has to hide some money in the corner of the window sill every day, hide a little money in the mound, and always prevent Gan Ting from discovering it, not to mention how miserable it is.

The wind is sunny, the grass grows and the warblers fly to the sky. In an unremarkable courtyard in Jinling, the years are quiet.

Fang Cun sat in front of the table, staring at a fat boy who looked like six years old.

This little fat man is the precious grandson of the neighbor's aunt's family. Fang Cun has watched him grow up and become rounder day by day.

The big fat boy had his hips akimbo, and stared at Fang Cun with a full face. After several times of stalemate, Fang Cun finally conceded and handed him the money bag in his hand.

The little fat man took it, and hummed immaturely, "This is the third time this month that you have been caught hiding private money. Just wait and kneel on the washboard."

Fang Cun looked annoyed, he was about to go out to buy a jug of wine, but unexpectedly, he was caught by this little fat man and forced to hand over his private money.

Fang Cun was discouraged, and half-deadly said, "What do you think your brother Ah Ting has done to you? You have to help him like this."

The little fat man snorted again, "Brother Ting said, as long as I find pocket money hidden in you, I will give me a candy as a reward."

Fang Cun laughed for a moment, it was really a child, coaxed: "Xiao Huan, you want to eat candy, tell me, your brother Ah Ting is so stingy, I will give you one, so, you take this purse and don't eat it." Tell him, I will take you to eat delicious food."

As soon as the words fell, a cold voice came from the door, "Okay, don't teach, I always teach him some crooked ways. Xiaoge is only six years old, you can just take him to fish and catch birds. Now, is it possible that you still want to take him? Restaurant?"

Fang Cun raised his head when he heard the words, and Gan Ting walked in from the door. The former boy had grown up a lot. Although he was wearing plain and coarse linen clothes, his handsome appearance and cool aura were enough to make people ignore his surroundings. With the mundane breath, I admire this son for being extraordinary.

But Fang Cun knows him too well, he's just a kitten controlled by his brother, always pretending to be cold.

Fang Cun muttered in a low voice, "I should have gone through the back door just now..."

Gan Ting heard it, and went a step further: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." With a look of lovelessness on Fang Cun's face, he walked slowly in front of him, "A Ting, I think I'm sick again."

Gan Ting and I also frowned, then raised my hand to cover his forehead.He didn't forget to mutter: "You really need to be cured, your life will last for three days, I think you are really, um..."

Before Gan Ting could finish complaining, a warm breath surged into his heart, and the smell belonging to square inches lingered around his side instantly, and there was a familiar temperature on his lips.

"I didn't see anything!" The little fat man immediately covered his eyes, turned and fled out the door.

I don't know how long it took before Fang Cun reluctantly let go of Gan Ting, "Okay, I'm resurrected with full blood."

Gan Ting became angry from embarrassment: "Fang Cun!"

Fang Cun hurriedly covered his ears, "Who told you to announce that I am dead, and now I can't eat enough or wear warm clothes. Of course I'm easy to get sick, but with you by my side, my minor illnesses are covered Scared off."

Gan Ting jokingly said, "Yo, Mr. Fang is still afraid of death."

"No." Fang Cun put away his playful look, and smiled faintly, "I want to live a few more years, at least, I can be with you for a few more years."

Gan Ting felt in his heart that he was quite serious, but he was only touched for a while, and then Gan Ting was miserable.

Fang Cun is getting clingier day by day, and will not let Gan Ting out of his sight for more than a stick of incense. He has to be with him almost day and night, for example, at night...and exercise with him.

Later, the little fat man also grew up. He didn't follow Fang Cun to learn how to be bad, but drove a pen to write books. When he grew up, he started teaching and opened a school.

The courtyard of this school is the residence of Fang Cun and Gan Ting. Before leaving, I gave it to him, saying that he was tired of playing in Jinling, and wanted to wander around the world. At that time, Ah Huan thought that they would have to come back sooner or later, so he accepted it. Yes, help them keep this yard for the time being.

Unexpectedly, A Huan started teaching from thirty to sixty years of age, leaning on crutches and hunched over, and did not wait for Fang Cun and Gan Ting to come back. A Huan also inquired about them, but no one knew about them Where did you go.

One side is clear water and blue sky, and the spring breeze is blowing.

Fang Cun caught a fish, skewered it, and put it on the bonfire, "Ah Ting, where do you want to go next?"

"random."

"Then I'll throw stones, and we can play wherever we throw them."

Fang Cun bent down and drew a crooked map on the ground, wrote some names of places that are more suitable for visiting, picked up a stone, threw it at random without even looking at it.

The stone jumped down, jumped on the soft ground for a moment, and then stopped on a place name.

Fang Cun and Gan Ting glanced at each other and smiled.

This is the home of the world, living the carefree life of the gods and couples, and there is no longer any desire or desire.

Done, thank you for your support.

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The author has something to say:

This is Xiaocaigu's first finished article, and it is also the first time to write an article. There are many shortcomings and shortcomings. Thank you readers for supporting me all the way. Thank you~!The next book will make good progress and work hard!

Assassination list (bushi → (Thanks to the teacher of Chengzhi Susubu, Lanxiaolu 42258807 Yan Yanshou Xu Fat Pang Qiji, there are many treasures, I love you)

感谢在2021-09-2920:57:29~2021-09-3020:57:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Eat an orange and squeak 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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