The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi pumped up all his energy, and ran a few hundred meters straight after leaving home, stopped at an intersection, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Ah, the taste of freedom!

But then, he felt that the smell was not right, so he sniffled.

A gust of cool wind mingled with the tide suddenly blew through his T-shirt, making him shiver.

...It turns out that it is not the smell of freedom, but the smell of earth.

It is going to rain.

Shen Qingchi raised his head and looked at the sky, the moon had already hidden in the clouds, he felt a chill on the tip of his nose, and raindrops fell.

The torrential rain came, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Shen family's villa, and he didn't have the slightest intention of going back to get an umbrella at the risk of taking the risk.

He put his waterproof backpack on his head and hailed a taxi in the rain.

The taxi driver didn't think he was drenched and let him into the car: "Young man, where are you going?"

Shen Qingchi closed the car door quickly, and wiped off the rainwater on his arms: "Go..."

He froze abruptly.

where to?Go to Shen Fang's house.

Where does Shen Fang live?

He doesn't know!

The original owner didn't have any information about "where Shen Fang's family lives" in his mind. Obviously, he had never been there.

Shen Qingchi had no choice but to rack his brains, desperately recalling the name of the neighborhood that flashed by when Shen Fang's home was mentioned in the novel: "It's called... what Huating?"

"We have several 'huating' in Qingzhou City, which one do you say?"

"Uh...the most expensive one?"

"The most expensive one..." The driver thought for a while, "Bihai Huating? That's a villa complex."

"That's right, that's right," Shen Qingchi's eyes lit up, "That's right there."

"Okay." The driver pressed the meter and handed him a pack of toilet paper, "Wipe it."

Shen Qingchi took it: "Thank you, Master."

He simply wiped the water off his body with a paper towel, and felt embarrassed that he had gotten his car so wet, so he gave a little more money when he got off the car.

The taxi sent him to the gate of Bihai Huating Community, Shen Qingchi ran to the guardhouse's eaves to hide from the rain, and then encountered another difficulty.

I know which neighborhood Shen Fang lives in, but I don't know which building he lives in.

"Who is it?" Seeing that he hadn't left for a long time, the doorman opened the window and poked his head out, "What's the matter?"

Holding the bag, Shen Qingchi seemed a little nervous: "I... I'm here to find my uncle, can you let me in?"

"Looking for your uncle?" The guard looked him up and down, "Which building does your uncle live in?"

Shen Qingchi had an idea: "I didn't remember, he said that it's fine for me to report his name, and his name is Shen Fang."

"Oh, Shen Fang," the guard obviously knew the name, "you call him, make sure he knows you, and I'll let you in."

"But..." Shen Qingchi looked embarrassed, "My phone is out of battery."

If he had Shen Fang's phone number, why would he bother looking for it so hard?

The doorman looked at him suspiciously. It could be seen that the young man was thin and his clothes were sodden on his skin. He seemed about to be blown away by the wind. His pitiful appearance did not seem to pose any threat. It was raining heavily, so it was convenient for him: "Okay, I'll call you."

"Thank you uncle."

Shen Fang came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and was wiping his head with a towel when he heard his phone ringing.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was "Guardian Lao Li".

He picked up the phone strangely, and heard the other party say: "Mr. Shen? Excuse me, a child said he came to see you, and he is here with the guard now. Do you think I should let him in?"

Shen Fang was puzzled: "Child? Who?"

Another voice came in with the noise of the rain: "Uncle, I am Qingchi."

"...Shen Qingchi?" Shen Fang was a little surprised, "You are not sleeping at home so late, what are you doing here?"

Shen Qingchi clenched the strap of his backpack tightly, looked at the hands-free cell phone, hesitated for two seconds before saying: "Can we... meet each other later? It's too dark outside, I'm scared."

A helpless sigh came from the phone: "Okay. Let him in."

"Well," Shen Qingchi hurriedly said, "Uncle, which building do you live in?"

"9 buildings."

After hanging up the phone, the guard let Shen Qingchi through, and said, "I have an umbrella, can I lend you one?"

"No, thank you uncle!"

Shen Qingchi was looking for which building was No. 9 in the heavy rain, and the clothes on his body were wet again. Fortunately, there were street lights in front of the villa. He searched around and finally found it.

After being drenched in the rain for so long, he was already shivering from the cold, his teeth were chattering, and he rang the doorbell with his cold fingertips.

Soon, the gate opened, and Shen Qingchi walked through the yard to the front of the villa.

When Shen Fang opened the door, he saw such a scene.

The drenched boy stood under the light, holding a large backpack that didn't match his body shape. His thin body seemed to be crushed by the heavy backpack at any time.He cautiously raised his head to look at himself, his rain-wet hair stuck to his face, water droplets kept sliding down his chin, his lips turned white from the cold, but the corners of his eyes were red.

The boy's body trembled slightly, his black eyes were misty, and his voice trembled: "Uncle...uncle."

Like a small animal that was drenched in the rain and forced to ask for help from humans.

Shen Fang looked at him for a while, then stepped aside: "Come in."

The closed door kept out all the cold wind and rain. Seeing his drenched appearance, Shen Fang took a pair of slippers for him from the shoe cabinet: "Go take a bath."

Shen Qingchi was still trembling: "Thank... Thank you uncle."

He was almost dying of cold, so he hurriedly carried his bag to the door of the bathroom, went in and took a hot shower.

Hot water was poured from head to toe, dispelling the chill all over his body. Shen Qingchi felt himself alive again. When he changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, he saw Shen Fang sitting on the sofa in the living room with two cups of hot water on the coffee table in front of him. water.

Shen Qingchi sat on the side sofa, picked up the cup of hot water poured for him, and drank half of the cup in small sips.

"Tell me," Shen Fang propped his head on one hand, leaning lazily, "Why are you here?"

"I..." Shen Qingchi's lips had just regained some blood color, and when asked like an interrogation, there was a tendency to recede again.

He swallowed, and his body trembled again: "I'm afraid."

Shen Fang's eyes were half closed, and he barely opened them when he heard this sentence: "What are you afraid of?"

"Today... after the dinner party today, I got a little drunk, so I went back to my room to rest." Shen Qingchi's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked terrified. Just when I was changing my clothes, I heard someone outside trying to open my door. I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to make a sound. The person twisted the doorknob for a long time, and then cursed something before leaving. gone."

Shen Fang frowned: "Who is that person?"

Shen Qingchi tightly gripped the glass water glass in his hand: "It sounds like a man, but he's not like my dad, maybe...Zhou Wangyan."

Shen Fang tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingertips: "Because he wanted to open the door of your room, you ran away from home overnight and fled to my house in the heavy rain? Shen Qingchi, you are already an adult, don't you feel that your Behaving a little too aggressively?"

Shen Qingchi was at a loss for words for a moment.

He really couldn't explain too much, he couldn't tell Shen Fang that he was wearing books, so he knew that Zhou Wangyan wanted to take advantage of him.This incident was just an excuse he made up temporarily, his goal was as simple as escaping to Shen Fang's house, now that the goal has been achieved, the next plan is to stay here for two more days, no matter what method is used.

So he lowered his head and his eyes were red: "But I'm really scared. He kept looking at me like that when we were eating. I don't want to stay with him. When he didn't come home, my mother was always so right." Me, he's home, then..."

As he said, he raised his head suddenly: "Uncle, can you let me hide here for a few days? I don't want to go home. I will start school in 20 days. I will live on campus when school starts. I will definitely not give You are causing trouble!"

"Even if I can promise you, how do you explain to your parents?" Shen Fang has no expression on his face, and now there is no one else, he seems to be too lazy to pretend, "I don't like having other people at home, it's raining too much tonight , I can stay with you overnight, and tomorrow morning, I will ask the driver to take you home."

Shen Qingchi hurriedly said: "But..."

"But what?" Shen Fang stood up, with a cold expression on his face, "Or, do you want me to send you away now?"

"No, I..." Shen Qingchi panicked, "I'll stay, one night... just one night."

Shen Fang seemed to have run out of patience, and walked towards the stairs: "There are several vacant rooms on the first floor, you can pick one at random, the pillow and quilt are in the cabinet, you take it yourself, the toothbrush and mouthwash cup are in the bathroom, find it yourself, Pour yourself water when you are thirsty, there is food in the refrigerator, do whatever you like, don’t bother me.”

After speaking, he went straight to the second floor.

Shen Qingchi watched his back disappear into the corner of the stairs, the expression on his face was reduced, and the fluster he had pretended before was gone.

He had already guessed that Shen Fang would refuse, but he didn't expect him to refuse so simply.

If Shen Fang let him stay easily, he would feel that this man was unreliable.

Who is "Shen Qingchi"? Shen Jing's son, even if he is not his own, is the son he has raised for 18 years. Shen Fang has been wary of Shen Jing all these years. Now Shen Jing's adopted son ran to his house for no reason. It's strange to be suspicious.

If he was a little more conspiratorial, he could definitely suspect that the conflict between Zhou Wangyan and Shen Qingchi was just a show for him, in order to let Shen Qingchi "escape" from the Shen family and become Shen Jingan's eyeliner by his side.

As long as Shen Fang, the "villain" throughout the whole text, is not forced to lower his intelligence by the author, it is impossible for him to fall into such a clumsy trap.

Although rejected by Shen Fang, Shen Qingchi was not in a hurry, anyway, he had the script in his hand, so there were many ways to do it.Since Shen Fang allowed him to stay overnight, he would stay here first, looking around at the layout as if nothing had happened.

In the novel, the main perspective is always on Zhou Wangyan, and there is no chance to cut into Shen Fang's house. The only time there is a description of the environment here is when Zhou Wangyan commits a murder with a knife.

Shen Qingchi walked around on the first floor, and the most intuitive feeling is that this room is too spacious.

There is no housekeeper, no nanny, according to the traces of life, only Shen Fang lives alone.

It is said that Shen Fang is a flirtatious dandy, but this house is not like the home that a dandy should have. Even the slippers in the shoe cabinet are only Shen Fang's size, and they are too big to wear on Shen Qingchi's feet. The road is sloppy.

From the looks of it, Shen Fang should have never brought anyone home.

Shen Qingchi strolled to the kitchen again, opened the refrigerator, and saw that there were many fresh vegetables in it, which showed that people often cook in this family.

Shen Fang didn't hire a nanny, so he could only cook by himself.

In addition, Shen Qingchi also found a bottle of milk in the refrigerator, which was the kind of fresh milk in a glass bottle. He took it out and looked at it. The production date was yesterday, so it should have been delivered this morning.

The shelf life of this kind of milk is generally only three days. It is best to drink it on the same day when it is delivered. I don’t know why Shen Fang didn’t drink it today. If it is left tomorrow, the taste may be compromised.

So Shen Qingchi unceremoniously opened the milk and drank it. Anyway, there will be a bottle delivered tomorrow, so Shen Fang won't miss it.

Shen Qingchi returned to the living room with the milk, wanting to see if there were any snacks to eat, but found nothing else, only a bag of walnuts was found on the floor under the coffee table.

He was not interested, so he put it back intact. When he looked up, he saw a pair of walnuts on the table.

However, these walnuts are obviously not for eating, they should be for dishing. Judging by the degree of patina of the walnuts, I am afraid that they have been dished for several years.

This Shen Fang... likes to drink milk, likes to plate walnuts, and cooks by himself every day...

No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with the words "flirty dandy".

Shen Qingchi didn't dare to touch the pair of walnuts, and went into the bedroom with the milk.

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Fang woke up in pain.

The pain in his arm had reached an unbearable level, and this continuous pain made him a little irritable. He sat up, his frown was shrouded in a haze.

Being disturbed by Shen Qingchi, he actually forgot to take his medicine and fell asleep. At that time, he had just taken a bath, and the alcohol numbs the pain, ignoring the discomfort in his body. Now that the alcoholism has subsided, the pain returned even more crazily.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found a box of painkillers from it. He opened it but found that it was empty, and searched for other places without giving up, but still found nothing.

Annoyed, he threw the empty medicine box into the wastebasket, walked to the window, and opened the curtains a crack. It was still raining outside, and the rain was still falling, and the window panes were covered with mottled and flowing rain.

Half of his face was reflected in the dim light coming in from the window, and the scar on his brow bone made his face even colder. After staring in silence for a moment, he turned and went downstairs.

The first floor was very quiet, Shen Qingchi was already asleep, Shen Fang turned on the light in the living room, and took out several boxes of medicine from the drawer under the coffee table.

He took the painkiller first, then unpacked a box of plasters, and pasted three sticks on his arms very skillfully, completely covering those hideous scars.

Then he took a roll of elastic bandage and wrapped it around his arm, from elbow to wrist.

The forearm was swollen and painful, so sore that it was difficult to even move the wrist, and the fingers were no longer in control, and the burning pain continued to serialize along the nerves and bones, which reminded him of the incident six years ago. On that rainy night, when he was protecting Shen Jing from the pursuit of his enemies, he was in pain when his arm was cut.

He still remembered the look in Shen Jing's eyes at that time, that smiling tiger's face showed an extremely rare look of astonishment, he didn't seem to expect that his younger brother would risk his life to protect him, just like he didn't expect that he suffered this knife on purpose.

Shen Fang raised the corners of his lips coldly.

He stood up and walked towards the bedroom where Shen Qingchi slept.

Shen Jing's son broke into his house.

Like prey actively breaking into the predator's territory.

The bedroom door was slightly closed, but not tightly closed. Shen Qingchi seemed to trust him very much, and even after Zhou Wangyan almost broke into the room, he didn't even take any precautions against him.

It was just a few words for him at the dinner table.

This young man's mind was too simple. When they met before the dinner, he thought that Shen Qingchi's words were intentional, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

That's right, his nephew has always had this kind of character, he is so well-behaved that he is almost weak, and he is so sincere that he is almost stupid, and it is precisely because of this that he allows others to bully him.

Even Zhou Wangyan, who came back to Shen's house on the first day, could step on his head recklessly.

Shen Fang pushed open the door, and the light from the living room shone into the room.

The boy was already sound asleep. It was unknown whether it was the heat or some other reason. The quilt was not covered properly, and his arms and legs were exposed.

Shen Fang looked at the slender calf, which looked even more white and delicate under the light. The outline of the protruding ankle bone was exceptionally clear, the graceful arc of the instep extended to the round toes, and the nails were slightly shiny.

He froze for a moment, his brow furrowed.

His eyes slowly moved up along the boy's legs, passing by his waist exposed by the lifted clothes, and finally locked on his chest which was completely uncovered.

Shen Fang frowned even tighter.

Suddenly a gust of clammy wind blew into the room, he turned his head and found that the balcony window was not closed.

His five fingers on the door frame tightened again and again, as if he could finally bear it no longer, he strode into the room with great strides.

Unfolding the twisted quilt, it covered the boy tightly from neck to toe, flattened the corners of the quilt, and closed the window that was seeping rain in, and then his brows relaxed.

Then he exited the room and closed the door.