Chapter 16 Chapter 16 I’ve never wanted to know about someone’s past so much…
At night, a dark shadow sneaked to the only place with light in the mountains.
The shadow was sticking behind a waist-thick tree, sticking its head out to look around.
However, the small courtyard outside the wooden house was built very high to prevent wild animals from entering, and he could not see inside no matter how hard he tried.
The moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees and fell on the man's face, and the scar under the corner of his eye became bright for a moment.
It turned out to be Sun Dasheng, whom Fan Jing had scolded during the day.
"You evildoer, how could you possibly make something taste so good!"
Sun Dasheng was lying on a tree. A gust of mountain wind did not blow away the stench on his body, but instead made him smell the fragrance of food wafting from the house.
He swallowed several times, wondering how to get into the cabin.
Suddenly, the door of the courtyard creaked, as if someone came out.
The night was falling and it was pitch black. I couldn't see who it was, but it seemed like he had taken off his clothes.
After a while, the sound of rushing water was heard.
Sun Dasheng shuddered, thinking that Fan Jing was unwilling to admit that he was guarding the house, and was so dissolute as to come out to take a bath in the middle of the night.
He lay beside the tree and listened quietly for a while, but still felt unsatisfied. He was afraid that someone had just gone into the house to take a shower, so he stood up quietly and followed the sound of the wind to the base of the wall.
"Brother Jing, you've specially been waiting for me outside. You smell so good! Let me take a good sniff."
Sun Dasheng took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, spread his wings and swooped down like a roc, hugging the shirtless man tightly.
Because of his success, his face, as red as bark, flushed with excitement:
"You cooked such a delicious meal tonight, but the autumn wind is cold. Let me come in and eat with you and rest. You hurt your arm, and I'll take good care of it... Ouch!"
Sun Dasheng said a lot of flirtatious words, but before he could finish, he suddenly felt a pain in his foot and fell onto the ground with dead leaves.
The kick was so powerful that it felt like my intestines and stomach were kicked into pieces.
Sun Dasheng held his stomach and cried out in pain.
"Where did this old bitch come from! You've been missing me so much that I'm going crazy!"
Although Kang He only understood the general idea of what was said, he had no idea what was going on after what happened. He felt as if a sticky toad had jumped onto his body, and the more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt.
He went over and pulled Sun Dasheng up from the ground, and slapped him twice: "You love fragrance, don't you? I'll teach you how to smell it properly!"
"Ouch!" Sun Dasheng screamed, and then he saw clearly that the person taking a bath was actually a strong man. He was so scared that his face turned pale.
Hearing that the words were still spoken in Mandarin, Lian also begged for mercy in Mandarin: "Good man, spare my life, good man, spare my life!"
Fan Jing, who was warming himself by the fire in the house, heard the noise outside and quickly picked up his hatchet and ran out.
When I went out, I saw Kang He, with his upper body naked, riding on someone.
When he saw clearly who was being restrained, he frowned and shouted in a stern voice: "Sun Dasheng, what are you doing here?"
"What can I do? This old bastard thought you were alone here and wanted to tease you!"
Kang He thought about the dirty words and the action, which were originally directed at Fan Jing. He felt angry in his chest and punched Sun Dasheng a few more times.
"Brother Jing, please save me! His fist is like a sandbag. I'm going to let him beat me to death!"
Sun Dasheng cried out: "But you asked me to come look for you at night, how come there is another man hiding in the house~"
"You old bastard, you still dare to piss off your mouth! Why don't you take care of your dog-skinned appearance?"
Kang He did not feel any mercy when he heard the man begging for mercy. Instead, he allowed him to falsely accuse Fan Jing. It was obvious how sinister his intentions were, and he only felt more angry.
"Look here, you old bitch! I'm Fan Jing's man. If you dare to pester him, I'll twist your neck off!"
Then there was the dull sound of fists hitting flesh, and after a few hits, Sun Dasheng was beaten so hard that he could hardly scream.
Seeing that Kang He did not take Sun Dasheng's words that defamed others' innocence to heart, Fan Jing was slightly stunned by these words.
In the past, I only thought Kang He was talkative and cheerful, with a good temper, and I didn't expect him to be so fierce when fighting.
Fearing that someone might die, he stepped forward and grabbed Kang He: "Just let him go, don't beat him to death at the door."
"You're so kind to spare this old bastard, but I'm afraid he's shamelessly thinking you're interested in him. If I don't teach him a lesson today, he'll dare to bother you again!"
"I dare not, I dare not!"
Sun Dasheng punched Jing Ge'er so hard that he saw stars and felt blood coming out of his nose. He didn't expect that his mean words had driven a wedge between the two of them. Instead, they had only angered him more: "I won't dare to pester Jing Ge'er again!"
"Tell me who asked you to come here!"
"It's my own fault that I came here because of my lust. It has nothing to do with Brother Jing! Ouch..."
Kang He then got up from Sun Dasheng while Fan Jing was half-pulling and half-pausing, but he was still very unhappy.
Thinking about the old pervert still hiding in the dark and watching people taking a bath, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him, but in his mind he was imagining that it was Fan Jing, which made me feel angry.
She turned around and scooped up a bucket of the remaining bath water and made him drink it up before stopping.
Sun Dasheng lost half his life this time. Who would have thought that there was a living devil hiding in Fan Jing's house.
When he had to run, he didn't dare to breathe, for fear that someone would catch him again.
Only after the two returned to the house did Kang He calm down a little.
But when he looked up and saw Fan Jing, there was not much expression on his face.
He couldn't help but ask, "Who is that old □□?"
"A hunter from the same village."
Kang He waited for Fan Jing to continue speaking, but the man said nothing more after just one sentence.
Seeing that the other person didn't seem to care much and dismissed him with just one sentence, Kang He felt a little unhappy for some reason.
He cursed, "What kind of hunter is so vulgar? He always does such despicable things."
Fan Jing actually didn't expect that Sun Dasheng would come here at night. Although this man liked to be sneaky, he never dared to come to his wooden house before.
He saw Kang He had to go outside to take a shower in the middle of the night, and he was guarding against him as if he were a thief, which made people feel that he was more powerful than the beasts outside.
He didn't want to go outside and didn't want to teach Sun Dasheng to admit his mistake, but he was still very angry.
He felt a little unhappy: "Well, all hunters are so vulgar."
When Kang He heard Fan Jing's answer, he was furious: "Then why didn't you, a hunter, rush over and hug me when you saw me?"
Fan Jing: “….”
After a long silence, he said, "Who told you to take a bath outside?"
"I'm not afraid of the water turning into a puddle of mud in the yard."
Fan Jing said, "Let the water accumulate. You are not afraid of ghosts outside."
Kang He snorted, "What the hell? Pervert?!"
Fan Jing didn't know how to argue with him for a moment.
In a blink of an eye, I saw Kang He was not wearing any clothes, with his arms bare. Although he did not take off his pants completely to take a shower, he was only wearing a pair of thigh-length shorts.
My pants got wet again and stuck to my body...
It was pitch black outside just now and I couldn't see clearly, but now there was a candle lit in the house and firewood burning in the stove, so it was surprisingly bright.
Fan Jing's ears turned slightly red, and he turned his head away without looking.
They were both a bit temperamental, and Kang He suddenly noticed Fan Jing's discomfort. He couldn't help but look down at himself, and then he felt ashamed and quickly went to his own bed.
After drying off, he quickly put on his clothes.
After a while, Kang He went out.
Fan Jing sat on a small stool by the stove, and had returned to his usual appearance.
He looked up and saw the man's reddened joints and asked, "Is your hand okay?"
Upon hearing this, Kang He subconsciously shook his hand. Apart from feeling a little numb, there was nothing wrong.
But when he heard that Fan Jing still cared about him, his anger subsided.
He sat down next to Fan Jing, speaking softly, "I didn't mean anything else. I just wanted to know who that old woman was. I was worried about you, but you wouldn't say anything."
"Since he's got such an idea, if he doesn't succeed, I'm afraid he'll come up with another way next time. Some men are just worthless. Don't think you're not as weak as other boys and take it lightly."
"That old man bullied you, I'm going to deal with him!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Jing was silent for a long time.
"His name is Sun Dasheng, and he's the nephew of the village head."
Two years ago, Sun Dasheng changed his career and became a hunter in the mountains.
He was just a half-baked guy. He used to be a hangout in the city, but for some reason he got into trouble outside. He was afraid that his enemies would find him, so he hid in the mountains to make a living.
Everyone knows that the mountains are dangerous. For the sake of his cousin, the village head brought some things to the Fan family and asked Fan Jing to take care of them.
Not to mention that Father Fan is very proud, the head of the village is the most powerful person in the village. When he comes to ask for a favor with gifts, how can he dare not do him a favor?
At first, Fan Jing did as he was told, but who knew that Sun Dasheng was not only dishonest, but also had some dirty thoughts.
He didn't give Fan Jing a good look, and the old man couldn't stand it, so he went to his cousin and said something false, saying that Fan Jing was bullying him, a novice.
Zheng here is not a very upright person. He always makes things difficult for the Fan family in the village.
Old □□ was very proud to have the support of the village head. He would flirt with his lover from time to time and even said that he would ask the village head to go to the Fan family to propose marriage.
Fan Jing felt nauseous all over, as if a maggot was crawling on him.
But he really doesn't know how to deal with such a villain.
He didn't want to talk about these things, but Kang He wanted to know and asked him about them, so he picked up some of them and told him.
That’s all. He then continued, “He’s afraid of me and wouldn’t dare come easily. You don’t have to worry.”
Fan Jing's tone was very calm, as if he was just trying to comfort himself.
When Kang He learned about Sun Dasheng's background, he was furious and felt bad at the same time.
He never thought that it would be so difficult for a brother like Fan Jing.
"He's afraid of you, so why is he here today?"
After saying that, Kang He saw Fan Jing's arm, remembered what the old man said, and suddenly understood why.
The feeling of guilt came over me again.
"Blame me."
Kang He shook his head. He really caused too much trouble for Fan Jing.
Of course he was wrong, but if Fan Jing was not injured because of him, but was injured because of hunting, then Sun Dasheng still dared to come when Fan Jing was in trouble.
In the final analysis, the bad guy Sun Dasheng was the source. He took advantage of his power to bully Fan Jing without much ulterior motives.
Thinking about this, Kang He felt extremely sorry for Fan Jing's experience. He said to Fan Jing seriously, "Don't be afraid. I will definitely protect you. If that old man dares to come again, I will definitely not let him go as easily as he did today."
When Fan Jing heard this, his brows tightened and he said, "Don't be afraid?"
He hadn't heard such words for a long time. Over the years, it was mostly others who were afraid of him.
There are 360 trades in the market, but there are actually not many people who are hunters, and it is even harder to find a guy doing this job among thousands of people.
The general public will inevitably look at this extremely rare existence differently.
It’s like most of the matchmakers are women and husbands, but it’s rare to see men doing this job.
When the old hunter died, Fan Jing, as the only apprentice, inherited the hunting business in this mountain forest.
But the hunters nearby looked down on him because he was a young man. Seeing that the old hunter had died, they squeezed into this forest to set traps and hunt, trying to drive him out.
At that time, Fan Jing was only in his teens, so how could he compete with those hunters?
When they returned home, Father Fan remained silent, while Chen sighed. There was no way for the family to seek justice.
You are from a poor family with little property. You have no money and no one to rely on. In this world where people are cannibalistic, who would be willing to give you two points of face, and who would be willing to give you three points of courtesy?
At that time, the world was in turmoil, there was a war going on, and taxes and levies became heavier year by year.
The common people are living in dire straits, and not many families have enough rice to cook.
Even if you can't sell the prey you catch in the mountains, you can still feed your family with meat.
Fan Jing knew that even if it wasn't for the old hunter, he couldn't afford to lose this forest for the sake of the Fan family.
Since his family couldn't help, he had to rely on himself.
The young man made up his mind and found the one-eyed black bear that came down the mountain in autumn and ate several people. He shot the bear dead after a narrow escape. He then dragged the bear to the edge of his own mountain and skinned it.
The hunters who intended to occupy the forest were frightened after seeing how powerful Fan Jing was. For a while, no one dared to come over here again.
Fan Jing nearly lost his life that time and it took him half a year of private recuperation to recover.
However, after this incident, the hunters no longer troubled him, and everyone lived in peace.
At this point, Fan Jing felt that there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.
So much so that he never thought about whether he was afraid of Sun Dasheng.
Perhaps he was also afraid of such people in his heart, but he had been making a living in the mountains for these years and had encountered too many things that were enough to make people afraid.
This matter is not noticeable now, and my heart has become numb.
He didn't want to think about what would happen if Kang He was not here today, he had one arm hanging, and Sun Dasheng broke in.
Perhaps he didn't dare to think about it, like when he was chasing wild boars or deer, what would happen if the wild boar went crazy and came back to hit him, or if he accidentally fell off a cliff while chasing the deer...
Fear... Fear can't solve anything, and no one will solve it for him...
Fan Jing is not a person who likes to think too much about the past, just like he doesn't like to talk much with others.
But once I start thinking about it, I get too deeply involved in it and find it hard to reconcile myself with it.
He didn't respond to Kang He's words, but suddenly stood up.
"Kang He, I'm going to sleep."
After saying that, he walked towards his crib.
Seeing this, Kang He knew that Fan Jing was avoiding the topic and couldn't help but frown.
He was about to call him, but he saw that the man seemed to be staggering. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was filled with lead and he couldn't speak.
The firelight revealed the outline of the person behind the curtain, and Kang He was standing outside the curtain.
He looked at the thin figure lying quietly with his back to him. He seemed more fragile than ever before, and his chest felt inexplicably stuffy.
This feeling was even worse than the day when Fan Jing injured his arm while saving him.
In the middle of the night, it drizzled.
The sound of the rain was not intense, but the chill of late autumn was even deeper.
Kang Heting lay on the small bed and had not fallen asleep. He was thinking about the man behind the curtain and felt that he was like a mute gourd.
It has a small mouth and can hardly spit out a single thing, but its belly is big and can hold a lot of things.
He had too many things hidden in his heart and was too disdainful to talk about them, but if he brought up any of them, he would feel uncomfortable.
As the night wore on and the dawn broke, Kang He came to a conclusion after a chaotic night.
He never wanted to know about someone's past, nor did he want to protect someone.
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