Who is it? Is it Jiang Sheng, Xiao Si, or Xiao Wu?
I remember my father once mentioned in a casual conversation that as the elder brother, I should set an example, protect my younger siblings, and take responsibility.
Fang Heng didn't have any younger siblings when he was young, so he didn't quite understand.
Later, his second uncle's family's actions further clouded his mind, making him constantly doubt his father's words.
It wasn't until he met Jiang Sheng, his responsible older brothers, and his well-behaved and clever younger brothers that Fang Heng understood the meaning of the word "elder brother."
He is Fang Laosan, Jiang Sheng's third brother. He cannot die in the northern frontier. He must return to Fengjing with pride to avenge his parents and support his younger siblings.
The kneeling body suddenly sprang to life, the sharp blade slicing across the neck.
Blood splattered on his handsome profile. The moment Fang Heng stopped, the whole world seemed to freeze.
Moments later, the two figures fell to the ground, dying in agony and resentment.
But the little girl with braids will never again hop and skip on her broom, nor will she ever call out "Aga" with a smile.
In October, a cold wind blows through northern Xinjiang, making people shiver.
Fang Heng squatted down, picked up the body of the girl with the braid, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Suddenly, that dreamlike voice calling "Third Brother" rang in my ears again.
Fang Heng was startled for a moment, wiped his eyes, and turned his head to see a carriage speeding towards him. Two monkeys were sitting on the carriage shaft, looking disheveled from head to toe.
The word "Third Brother" came from one of the monkeys.
Fang Heng put down the girl with the braid and gripped the knife at his side.
The carriage stopped quickly. One person collapsed to the ground, while another crawled over on all fours, wiped the dirt off with his sleeve, and revealed a familiar face.
"Jiang San?"
Fang Heng felt he must be going crazy. First he heard someone call him Third Brother, and now he saw Jiang San.
When did he become Jiang San's third brother?
Just then, Jiang San called out hesitantly in a high-pitched voice, "Third Brother!"
Fang Heng almost lost control and his knife flew out of control.
"Young master, please don't do it." Jiang San quickly regained his composure and explained in his boyish, hoarse voice, "It was the young lady's request. She said she wanted me to call him Third Brother on her behalf."
To imitate Jiang Sheng, he even deliberately tightened his throat.
Although Young Master Fang gritted his teeth, Jiang San was still delighted, feeling that he had completed the task assigned by the young lady.
"Why are you all here?" Fang Heng finally calmed down. "Who else is here? Jiang Si?"
Jiang San shook his head, then remembered Gao Yan and quickly helped him up from the ground to catch his breath.
The journey was incredibly arduous. Jiang San, with his martial arts skills, could endure it, but Gao Yan nearly died on the road.
“Jiang Si didn’t come; he stayed to protect the young lady.” Jiang San’s mouth kept chattering. “The young masters are not in Anshui County; they went to Fengjing and encountered many things. The eldest young master wrote you a letter, and the young lady brought you food, drink, clothes, and other necessities, all of which are in the carriage.”
"We tracked down the army in the northern frontier, found out your name and location, and rushed here. Thankfully, we found you, and thankfully we didn't miss you..."
Fang Heng had no patience to listen, so he ran to the carriage, found Xu Mo's letter, and read it carefully.
So many things happened after he left.
His departure did not quell Wang Yuyao's hatred; she still forced her brothers, sisters, and other relatives to go to Fengjing.
It turns out that the family went from being rich to being destitute again; it turns out that Zhu Zhi was still alive and well; it turns out that the eldest brother had always hated Zhu Zhi.
Fang Heng couldn't help but chuckle, but as he chuckled, his eyes welled up with tears.
He doesn't regret leaving home, but he regrets not being a part of their lives.
Life is so long, there will be separations and reunions.
Sooner or later, Fang Laosan will return from the northern frontier with honor and pride, to support his brothers, sisters and brothers.
Fang Heng put the envelope away.
It wasn't that we finished reading, but rather that we heard the sound of horses' hooves all around us.
Before long, the tenth squad returned. When they saw the mess on the ground, they were first shocked, but when they saw Jiang San, they were overjoyed.
"Third Brother!" someone called out.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yi, Jiang Er, Jiang Wu, Jiang Liu, Jiang Qi, and Jiang Ba all gathered around Jiang San, either observing him or whispering among themselves.
Fang Heng was in a daze when he realized that Jiang San was actually someone else's third brother.
In the world of these eight children, they are also the protagonists of their own stories, each with their own unique emotions and narratives.
Fang Heng's heart softened. He sat on the carriage shaft, reading the letter while looking through the things in the carriage.
The letter was written by the eldest brother himself, but there were many pauses in the middle, and a few crooked words of calligraphy were also interspersed, which should have been written by Jiang Sheng.
The image of writing the letter flashed through his mind.
Xu Mo carefully unfolded the letter and solemnly picked up his pen: Third brother Fang Heng, it is as if I have seen you. How have you been in the northern frontier these days? It's freezing cold, please keep warm. The five of us have moved from Anshui County to Fengjing, and everything is fine, so don't worry. Second brother has set up a workshop, and the family income is quite good…
Jiang Sheng suddenly jumped up from the side, "Big brother, it wasn't just second brother who bought it. I also bought it and helped out."
Xu Mo's pen paused for a moment before he laboriously added the following sentence: "Jiang Sheng also helped, contributing greatly to the workshop. Third brother, don't worry, everything is fine."
The little girl nodded contentedly, picked up the peach shortbread on the table, and took a bite, but unexpectedly the shortbread was too crumbly and crumbs fell all over the paper.
Xu Mo sighed and wiped the stains away, but they were still visible. He could only write: "My little sister is naughty and nibbles on peach shortbread. I hope the aroma of the shortbread will carry my thoughts to her."
The eldest brother, known for his neat handwriting and clean paper, was famous for writing on exam papers. However, when he encountered his gluttonous younger sister, he could only helplessly send her an oil-stained letter.
But Fang Heng didn't care at all. He took a deep breath of the peach shortbread scent from the envelope and felt as if he could smell the intense family affection from afar.
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