The little man on the apex

Feng Wanlong's nose was straight, and he punched down with the most force, and immediately two lines of blood flowed out.

His mouth was very hard, and he raised his hand to wipe away some blood, and then said, "Are you impatient? Little brat? Zhou Ziyu is mine, you don't even want to get him in your life."

Zhao Jing gritted his teeth, raised his hand and punched again, and Feng Wanlong's eyes turned black instantly.

He spat hard, gritted his teeth, and smiled, with blood between his teeth, "If you can, beat me to death."

"It's been so many years, how powerful I should be, I didn't expect that I'm still that little brat who didn't grow."

That's right, many years ago, when they were young, Zhao Jing beat Feng Wanlong once.

In fact, it was hard to tell who beat whom, because it was indeed Zhao Jing who went to beat Feng Wanlong, but in the end he was really beaten up by Feng Wanlong.

Zhao Jing grew up late, even in his teens, he was still thin and skinny, much shorter than Zhou Ziyu, let alone the older Feng Wanlong.

At that time, Zhou Ziyu was very hypocritical, and the boys in the village were unwilling to play with him, so for a long time, only Zhao Jing was with him.

Feng Wanlong is the oldest among the children, tall and strong, his voice has changed too early, and he looks like a king of children.

Once, he led the group of boys to touch fish and climb trees, and they got dirty all day long. On the road, he met Zhou Ziyu, and knowing that he liked to be clean, he deliberately stuck them on his body, removing mud, water and the like. rubbed on his clothes.

Zhou Ziyu grinned and cried, and Feng Wanlong smiled around him.

I don't know why Zhou Ziyu can cry so much, it's been almost half an hour, his voice is hoarse and he hasn't stopped.

Feng Wanlong panicked visibly with the naked eye, and fumbled for a black candy lump from his pocket, which was covered with oil and could slip on flint.

When I was a child, life was not as good as it is now. My family didn’t often buy candy for me. I often kept a piece of candy in my pocket and could eat it on and off for a month.

Feng Wanlong swallowed, bit down half of it with his teeth, and handed it to Zhou Ziyu.

Zhou Ziyu was crying, and before he could see what Feng Wanlong was holding, someone came to rescue him.

Zhao Jing walked upside down, and walked up to Zhou Ziyu in a flash, protecting him behind him.

Feng Wanlong recognized him, and always said that he was the little boy next to that handsome boy, and he had long since disliked him.

He put away the candy and said something to Zhou Ziyu in a dirty manner, Zhao Jing quit and punched him on the spot.

This punch was quite accurate, but Feng Wanlong was too tall and strong, so he grabbed Zhao Jing's wrist and knocked him to the ground.

According to the onlookers, the fight was so shocking that both of them seemed crazy.

Later, the Zhao family and the Feng family came to each other's house to apologize, and beat up their own children in front of each other.

At that time, Zhou Ziyu, who was ten thousand times more delicate than now, took all the powdered gauze at home, dragged Zhao Jing to sit on the hillside at the entrance of the village, and wrapped him tightly from head to toe.

Weeping while bandaging: "It must be very painful."

Zhao Jing laughed as if his brain had been smashed, and said that it didn't hurt at all, just a little itchy.

He has a lot of itchy flesh, especially when Zhou Ziyu touches it.

Zhou Ziyu bandaged the man up and stared at him with a frown: "You are too thin, eat more."

It's not that Zhao Jing has a bad mouth, it's just that his family is too poor, so there's no way he can get enough to eat.

Zhou Ziyu said again: "In the future, I will find a powerful husband to protect you."

After hearing this, Zhao Jing killed the little Miao Miao in his heart who would become Zhou Ziyu's husband when he grew up.

I am not as tall as others, and I am a little scorpion, what can I do to protect others.

Zhao Jing still remembered that Zhou Ziyu held himself in his arms and sang a song softly like coaxing a child.

Since then, Zhao Jinghua has been less and less.

Feng Wanlong bullied Zhou Ziyu several times, and each time he had to fight Zhao Jing.

It wasn't until Zhao Jing went to the town to become an apprentice, and Zhou Ziyu became more sensible and didn't like going out much, Feng Wanlong didn't come looking for trouble again.

People often say that when a child likes someone, he will always think of bullying him. Although this doesn't make sense, it seems to have some truth in Feng Wanlong's case.

It's hard to say that Feng Wanlong only showed affection to Zhou Ziyu because he felt that Zhou Ziyu's family was rich and weak. What he didn't get when he was a child would always be bitter when he grows up.

He didn't know if he had liked Zhou Ziyu since he was a child.

Anyway, every time I saw this white and clean little guy, I felt that he was different from those guys who had a runny nose and sucked it into their mouths, so I couldn't help but look at him more, and then fell in love with him. She wanted to make him cry like a demon.

He even hated Zhao Jing, especially after so many years, that little brat was taller and stronger than him, and the first thing he did when he came back was to find Zhou Ziyu.

Zhao Jing didn't speak, Feng Wanlong shouted something, and he swung his fist, and finally the two simply hugged each other, wrestling without any rules.

After an unknown amount of time, both of them were tired, lying on the grass panting.

Suddenly, Feng Wanlong wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately with his hands, smearing the blood very scary. Later, he found that his hands were warm, and some tears mixed into the blood.

He roared a few words, and whimpered in his throat, not a sentence, just whimpering like venting.

It was dusk again, the sky in the west was red, there was no one on the uphill, no one down there, no one around, except for Feng Wanlong's voice, everything was surprisingly quiet.

He struggled to stand up, without speaking, and staggered towards the village.

Zhao Jing was lying on the hillside, his eyes lowered as if he was exhausted.

After a while, Feng Wanlong came back again, put a small wooden box wrapped in red paper and the wooden doll beside Zhao Jing, and opened his chapped lips, "In this box is Ziyu's birthday card."

"Return the wooden doll to you."

He paused, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a hoarse voice, "He...will pay you back too."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

After Feng Wanlong walked for a long time, Zhao Jing opened his eyes, opened the wooden box, took out the contents to have a look, put them back carefully, and closed the lid.

Holding the box and the wooden doll, he planned to find Zhou Ziyu right away, but when he arrived at his door, he felt that it was too late and the past was not good, so he turned and went home.

On the second day, he asked Yuanxi to call Zhou Ziyu, and returned the birthday card and wooden doll to him.

Zhou Ziyu took these, suddenly raised his head, saw the wound on his face, and asked with concern: "Did you fight with him?"

He vaguely remembered that Zhao Jing had fought with Feng Wanlong several times when he was a child, and he was a little worried, "Where else was injured?"

After looking around him, he whispered to himself again: "That's right, you are stronger than him now, so you shouldn't suffer."

"You wait for me for a while."

Zhou Ziyu turned around and ran back home, and came out with a small medicine box.

Zhao Jing felt that this was not good. Zhou Ziyu had just divorced, and he was so close to the man again. He was afraid that someone would gossip, so he shook his head and hid.

Zhou Ziyu grabbed his shoulders, pushed him down on the big rock beside him, and insisted on giving him medicine.

"Does it hurt?"

He leaned over and exhaled a few breaths, feeling cold.

Zhao Jing clenched his sleeves and said casually, "Do you still have him in your heart?"

Zhou Ziyu knew who Zhao Jing was asking, thought for a while, and replied, "I will forget about it as soon as possible."

Zhao Jing raised his hand, but put it down.

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Zhou Ziyu successfully resigned, and Yuanxi used this as an excuse to pester Yan Heyi to take him to the town to meet his "mountain god brother".

Ever since he killed this "mountain god brother" halfway, Yan Heyi has been restless all day long, coaxing Yuanxi in different ways, either dyeing his little chickens, or swinging on a swing in the yard. It's half a day.

No, now I am making glutinous rice flowers for my little ancestor.

Glutinous rice flower is also called "Polo", which imitates the sound of popping glutinous rice.

Before Yan Heyi went out with her parents, she once saw someone making glutinous rice flower, using a pitch-black stove, shaking it for a while, and then with a "bang", the glutinous rice blossomed, and the whole street was fragrant and sweet.

At that time, I asked the master casually, and said that it can be made at home with a pot.

Wash and air-dry the glutinous rice, stir-fry very fine sand in a pot, then put the glutinous rice in, stir constantly, the glutinous rice will burst open one after another when it is heated.

Yuan Xi grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, praised Yan Heyi as if he was in the clouds with a few words, and readily agreed to his request to go to the town.

When we arrived in the town, "Brother Mountain God" was being performed on the stage. Yuan Xi stared intently at the play that had been performed countless times, and occasionally added a few words in a low voice.

Yuan Xi was watching the play, and Yan Heyi was watching Yuan Xi, both of them seemed a little foolish, completely ignoring the dark clouds that gradually gathered in the sky.

A heavy rain came pouring down, accompanied by a strong wind, the shed on the platform was blown away.

"Brother Mountain God" was covered by the rain, his robe was sticking to his body wetly, and the crown fell out of his hair.

He took off his mask, and he turned out to be a black and fat man.