Shark Breeding Manual

"It's been a long time since I came to your place. I won't go back tonight."

Looking at Luo Weicheng sitting behind the stove lighting a fire, Fang Jinzhou made a domineering speech, Luo Weicheng looked up at him, but did not refuse, but shook his head helplessly:

"Go and help me wash the dishes first."

Fang Jinzhou went out with a plate of green vegetables in his arms. His movements of washing the vegetables were particularly ferocious, but his eyes were very erratic, wobbling around without a place to stay.

Luo Weicheng took the green vegetables that he had washed, and left immediately, watching Fang Jinzhou sitting on the stone platform carelessly shaking the water on his hands, slightly hunching his upper body, like a bird ready to go The little cheetah is full of untamable wildness.

But his eyes are lively and clean, with those green pupils looking over, everywhere is a new world of freedom.

Fang Jinzhou like this always makes him soft-hearted unconsciously.

I want to be gentle with him.

Be gentler.

At night, because Fang Jinzhou only had one room and one bed, the two of them had to sleep in the same quilt. It was often like this before, and they were both big men, but they didn't feel uncomfortable there.

But now for some reason, it was still the same bed and the same person, but Fang Jinzhou felt that his whole body was burning badly.

Luo Weicheng saw him tossing and turning in the middle of his sleep, and thought he was not feeling well:

"what happened?"

He likes to sleep under the quilt, and the heat that spews out is hotter than usual, and he swirled lightly on the side of Fang Jinzhou's face before dissipating. Fang Jinzhou felt that he was getting hotter, and his throat was thirsty, and he hummed dryly. One sound:

"It's a little hot."

It is indeed quite hot at night this day, but the house in Luowei City does not see sunlight all year round, and the decorations in the house are all old. The house is cooler than other places, and he himself is a little cold.

Thinking that he might have a fever, he dazedly reached out to touch his forehead. He couldn't see clearly at night, so he touched his neck first.

Feeling the whole person shrunk, he touched his forehead along the way, and tried:

"It's a little hot."

He has been very tired recently and has not slept well. Now his whole body is very weak and he is sore everywhere. He just thinks about Fang Jinzhou and insists on waking up his mind: "Don't have a fever, I'll get you some medicine Come."

As he was about to get up, Fang Jinzhou hurriedly pulled him back when he heard the words. He didn't really have a fever, so it was difficult to say at this moment, so he squeezed out a sentence:

"No, I'm fine."

"It's fine now, but you still have to be careful, don't catch the cold, you let me get up, I have prepared medicine in the room."

He was about to put on his clothes, his voice was very tired, and he was still looking at Fang Jinzhou with a sense of comfort. The cold moonlight outlined his thin and thin body through the thin window. In the eyes of caring people, it becomes pity.

The chaotic emotions in Fang Jinzhou's heart surged up, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He just pulled him back and pressed him under the quilt, and hugged him in his arms.

Deliberately ignoring his crazy heartbeat, he said in a rough voice:

"It's okay if you say it's okay, just sleep well."

The thin obscene clothes can't block the heat of the body, breath and temperature are intertwined, condensing an ambiguous atmosphere.

Luo Weicheng blinked in the dark, trying to say something, but was finally crushed by the sweet attack, and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the breath of the person in his arms was steady and long, Fang Jinzhou slowly raised one arm and looked down.

Under the dim moonlight, only the general outline of the person could be seen vaguely, with occasional white spots in the large shadows, and Fang Jinzhou's suppressed breathing gradually became short of breath.

In my mind are the words of the little prince that day, like swaying back and forth in an empty valley, echoing in all directions, gradually breaking the sky.

"you like him."

I like him?

Fang Jinzhou thought, do I like him?

He felt sweet and timid, flustered and terrified, what would Weicheng think if he found out?

Will he hate me?

He thought about it several times, but still had no solution.

In the end, she carefully and sweetly placed a soft kiss on the lips of the person in her arms.

Then fell asleep.

He dreamed of the day he met Luo Weicheng.

He was 15 years old that year.

Luo Weicheng is 17 years old.

He clearly remembers that it was the first time he completed the task independently, arresting a gangster who was fleeing in Penglian. In the past, because Sudan and Luo Jin were always on top, many things would not let them, the younger generation meddle.

So he was overjoyed, and on the way home from the Zongjian Gate, someone took away his money bag. Although he was a little dazzled by joy for a while, he recovered after a while and hurriedly chased after him.

The thief is a veteran, I don't know how many years he has been groping in this city, he scurried into the crowd like a loach, unfortunately, that day he caught up with a wealthy family in the city to marry his daughter, and the crowd came and went The entire street was blocked.

Even if he has martial arts, he has nowhere to display them.

The chasing room accidentally bumped into a stall selling ceramics, and the clumsy ceramics shattered to the ground.

The family background of this kind of small business is not very good, and he is not allowed to leave, no matter how he explains, or let him go home with him, the small shop owner is not willing.

He said that if he had no money, he would send someone to bring the money to redeem him, otherwise, if he escaped, where would he go to find someone.

Such a decision is not surprising, and with his blue eyes not like that of Penglian, others are naturally worried.

It was then that he met Luo Weicheng.

There seems to be a discrepancy between the dream and the reality, just like he was anxious and angry at the time, and he couldn't tell whether it was because he was careless and considered the most despised trick of the rivers and lakes to steal the purse, or because there was a waist card of Zongjianmen there.

He didn't even bother to observe the people around him, but in his dream, he clearly saw Luo Weicheng standing in the crowd.

He was probably squeezed in, his eyebrows were still light, and he seemed to want to leave, but when he saw himself, he suddenly stopped.

His expression was a bit strange, it was not unfamiliar, it seemed that he was looking at an old friend from the past, and then his eyebrows opened, and then faded away.

The next thing was the same as in memory. He held back his anger and was discussing with the pedestrians around him, asking them to go to his house to withdraw money, thinking that this crop would definitely be ridiculed by his brothers tomorrow. Means stole something.

In vain, he still claims to be the second master of Zongjianmen.

What's more, they were making endless noises on the street for four taels of silver.

Then he heard a gentle and gentle voice behind him:

"I didn't mean to see this young master. If you are in a hurry, I happen to have some money here, so I can help him pay it back."

He looks plain, and his face is quite tired. He looks inconspicuous at all, just the kind of person who can't be found in the crowd.

At that time, he still felt a little strange, who is this person, he doesn't look like a rich master in his clothes, and he is not related to him, so why should he help himself.

The boss himself didn't mind, and it would be best if he had money to give to him. At that time, Fang Jinzhou only remembered that he had paid the money for him, and left.

But in the dream, everything seemed to be magnified. He saw Luo Weicheng's rough fingers, which were even a little dry and peeling. He took out the money bag from his pocket, and the money bag was even carefully wrapped in several layers. It looked like I cherish it very much.

But he took it out so frankly, without a trace of reluctance or hesitation in his eyes, Fang Jinzhou couldn't help but feel strange now.

Luo Weicheng is not a good old man full of sympathy, he is gentle and polite, and he is polite to everyone, that's because he doesn't want to get into trouble, and he doesn't care about those people.

He first came to Penglian when he was 16 years old. Before that, he lived in a relative's house. After his relative passed away, he left for Penglian. When he was 17 years old, he used all his savings to open this private school. With a foothold.

The day I met Fang Jinzhou, his private school had only opened for the second day, and now I think the money should be the tuition fees for the children, after all, he had emptied all his family assets before that.

But he actually gave the money to a stranger he met on the street.

In the dream, after he handed the money to the boss, he smiled at himself and turned to leave.

He quickly chased after him:

"What's your name, where do you live? I'll give you the money later, or do you come with me now?"