Fang's mother felt sorry for her son being beaten like this.

It must have been Shen Jiaojiao who did it.

Otherwise my son wouldn’t be so scared.

She wanted to seek revenge on Shen Jiaojiao, but was afraid that her son would be beaten again.

I have no choice but to endure it for now.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother Shen Jiaojiao anymore. Son, are you in pain? I'll find some medicine for you."

Fang's mother ran out immediately, and when she came back she had some messy grass in her hands.

He chewed the grass into pieces in his mouth and was about to spit it onto Fang Qinghe's face.

Fang Qinghe rolled his eyes in disgust and quickly pushed the person away.

"Get away, don't come near me."

He looked around the bullpen, "Where's Fang Xue?"

Fang's mother pursed her lips, very unhappy that her son mentioned Fang Xue.

"I sent her out to find something to eat."

Fang Qinghe didn't say anything, but asked, "Have you cooked yet? I'm starving. Didn't you say we'd eat fish today? Where's the fish?"

Fang's mother said in embarrassment, "We didn't catch any fish today because the people in the village bullied us and didn't let us catch fish."

"Then what should I eat? Are you going to starve me to death?"

"I can't do anything now! How about I just bear with it tonight and go to the mountain tomorrow to see if there is anything to eat?"

"I can't bear it. You have to find me something to eat. Go now."

Fang's mother really had no choice but to run outside in the dark and wander around.

Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to get something to eat.

But somehow, as I walked, I ended up near the mangy dog's house.

When Fang's mother realized what was happening, she was shocked.

Just as she was about to turn around, someone hugged her from behind.

"Hehe, I finally got you here. Let me kiss you first."

The sound of a mangy dog ​​was heard, and then it started to nudge back and forth around Fang's mother's neck.

Fang's mother was almost scared to death.

Although my legs and feet were numb from being kissed, I still had my rationality.

She struggled to push the mangy dog ​​away and put some distance between them.

"What are you doing?"

Fang's mother looked around in panic.

Fortunately, it was dark and no one was around.

Otherwise her reputation would be ruined.

The scabby dog ​​chuckled, "Old woman, you've come to me, aren't you here to borrow food from me? I still have food here, if you want it, come home with me to get it, but you have to laugh with me..."

Fang's mother naturally understood what the scabby dog ​​meant.

His face immediately turned red with anger.

"You...you hooligan." I originally wanted to scold him loudly, but I didn't expect that the words that came out would sound a bit embarrassing.

Even Fang's mother was stunned.

Not only that, she also found that she had a little desire in her heart.

Eager to go to the mangy dog's house to exchange for food.

The scabby boy was originally a hooligan. He stepped forward again, picked up Fang's mother, and walked into the house.

Fang's mother cried out in frustration, then hit the mangy boy a few more times. In the end, she no longer had the heart to resist.

There were chaotic noises in the room.

Fang Qinghe was almost falling asleep while waiting in the cowshed.

Finally, Fang's mother came back from outside with a pheasant in her hand.

Fang Qinghe's eyes lit up, "Mom, where did you get the pheasant?"

Fang's mother's face was still a little red, and she said perfunctorily, "I went up the mountain and found it."

Fang Qinghe didn't bother to research the truth of this statement. He didn't care how it was obtained, as long as someone gave him food.

"Then hurry up and cook it. I want to drink chicken soup."

"Okay, okay, I'll cook it right away. Eat more and don't leave any for Fang Xue, that money-loser."

Mother Fang happily skipped and skipped to cook chicken soup.

Father Fang looked at Mother Fang suspiciously. There was a purple mark on her neck.

"What's wrong with your neck? Why is it purple?"

Fang's mother subconsciously touched her neck, and thinking of the mangy dog ​​biting her neck anxiously, she became excited again.

But facing Fang's father's temptation, she still felt a little guilty.

He explained perfunctorily, "I was bitten by something when I went up the mountain just now. It was painful and itchy. Who knew it would become like this.

Hey, stop asking questions and go get me some firewood so I can start a fire."

Mr. Fang looked at Mrs. Fang deeply, and without asking any more questions, he left.

After all, I can have chicken at night.

The family ate the entire chicken until not even a bone was left. After eating and drinking their fill, the three of them lay down.

After drinking the chicken soup, Mr. Fang regained his strength. He touched Mrs. Fang's waist and whispered in her ear.

"We haven't had that for a long time. Let's go to the haystack outside and play for a while."

Fang's mother had been tortured to death by the mangy dog ​​before, so how could she have the energy to deal with Fang's father now?

The legs are all soft.

She didn't expect that the man with the stingy face would be so energetic.

I was still excited for two hours.

When Fang's mother thought of this, her face turned red again.

Fortunately, it was dark everywhere and Mr. Fang couldn't see anything.

She perfunctorily pushed him away, turned over, and said unhappily, "I'm sleepy and have to get up early tomorrow."

Mr. Fang was ignored and was in a bad mood.

Not wanting to pay any attention to Fang's mother, he turned over and went to sleep.

He decided that he had to ignore this woman for a while, until she was too hungry to bear it, she would beg him without him asking.

Having such angrily thought, I went to sleep.

The next day.

Chen Guangkun was still picking peanuts in the peanut field.

The scorching sun burned down his head, making him sweat profusely.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed in front of me.

He looked up and saw Xu Mo standing in front of him.

Chen Guangkun frowned and looked at Xu Mo with a complicated expression.

Shen Jiaojiao was waiting anxiously in the grove.

She asked Xu Mo to find Chen Guangkun, but she didn't know if he could get him here.

After waiting for a while, I saw Xu Mo bringing the person over.

Shen Jiaojiao trotted up to them.

When he looked at Chen Guangkun, his eyes were full of confusion.

She asked bluntly, "Why are you helping me?"

Chen Guangkun didn't dare to look directly into Shen Jiaojiao's eyes.

After all, these were the eyes of the little girl he once liked.

He dared not desecrate such purity.

Chen Guangkun glanced at Xu Mo who was standing beside him.

Don't really want him here.

Xu Mo received his gaze, walked towards the tree beside him without any expression, and leaned against the trunk, staring at Chen Guangkun from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

He would never let his wife be alone with this guy. What if this guy wanted to hurt his wife?

Chen Guangkun couldn't do anything to Xu Mo, so he ignored him.

He looked at Shen Jiaojiao solemnly and nervously, and said unnaturally, "I just wanted to protect you quietly, but I didn't expect that one day you would doubt my identity."

The man tried his best to force a smile and asked, "Do you remember a little boy named Goudan more than ten years ago?

He often picked up garbage to eat at street corners. Suddenly one day, a little girl named Jiaojiao saw him.

She felt sorry for Goudan, so she started delivering meals to him, and this continued for three years.