Traveling through time and space to meet a replacement bride? But I’m a man!

After taking a shower, Jia Anqing took Kong Zhao into his room.

"Come and sit."

There were three dishes on the table: half a crispy chicken, pork ribs stewed with kidney beans, and a dish of stir-fried vegetables.

"You must be hungry. Let's eat together."

Looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table, Kong Zhao couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time.

Everyone ate together in the factory, but the seniors were mean to him and he hadn't had a full meal for several days.

Kong Zhao sat down awkwardly opposite Jia Anqing: "I'll just have some soup."

"I'm inviting you to dinner, how can I let you drink the soup?" Jia Anqing took his bowl and kept picking up food for him: "Eat quickly, I can't finish this much."

As he took a mouthful of hot rice, tears flowed from Kong Zhao's eyes.

Jia Anqing knew that he had been wronged, so he just let him be.

Afraid that he was afraid to serve himself more rice, Jia Anqing took the initiative to serve him three bowls, and even the vegetable residue was eaten by Kong Zhao.

After eating and drinking, the dizziness in his head went away: "Well, let me help you with the work." After all, Kong Zhao felt a little embarrassed for eating so many delicious foods.

Jia Anqing crossed his arms and stared at him.

This guy looked even better after taking a shower. His pair of willow-shaped eyes made his face look even more melancholy, and there was a standard beauty mole under his left eye.

His nose is high, but his lips are a little pale, probably due to malnutrition.

Seeing Jia Anqing staring at him, Kong Zhao thought he had done something wrong, so he lowered his head and dared not speak.

"You should take a rest. I see that your eyes are a little swollen. Just sleep in my bed." The guest rooms were full yesterday, and Xu Wenyan even came to ask about it.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have squeezed with Rong Xiaoliu.

"Let me help you with something."

Jia Anqing pulled him and pushed him onto the bed: "I'm very busy, just take a rest. You have to help my brother with work tomorrow, so take a good rest."

Watching Jia Anqing leave, Kong Zhao's eyes were full of gratitude, but more of inferiority.

The bed he slept on was very soft and warm, and had a slight fragrance.

And he had nothing.

Kong Zhao lay on the bed. His eyelids drooped due to the sleepiness he felt, and he fell asleep immediately.

In his dream, he dreamed of that night ten years ago again.

......

"Mom! Look! I picked some wild fruits today." Little Kong Zhao was wearing a ragged linen clothes, and he was holding a bag of half-red coconuts in his clothes.

"Xiao Zhao is so good." The woman in front of him was 70% similar to him, with the same willow-leaf eyes and the same beauty mole.

The woman stroked Kong Zhao's head with her scarred hands: "Zhao'er is so good."

"Mother, you eat first." Kong Zhao held up a wild fruit and handed it to the woman's mouth.

The woman chuckled and pushed his little hand away: "Mom is not hungry, Zhao'er eats first."

But warm moments are always short-lived.

"Bam—"

The already dilapidated wooden door was kicked open by a drunken man.

The man staggered into the house.

When the woman saw the man coming in, she immediately hugged little Kong Zhao in her arms, and the wild fruits in her pocket fell to the ground at this moment.

The man staggered over and stepped on a wild fruit. He fell heavily to the ground with a "thump". "Damn it, you're using this thing to tease your father, right?"

The drunk man slowly stood up and fell several times before he regained his balance.

"Master, Zhao'er picked them for you to eat. I didn't mean to tease you." The woman's eyes were full of fear, but she still hugged Kong Zhao tightly.

"Snapped--"

A heavy slap hit the woman's face.

"Mother!" Little Kong Zhao hurriedly checked on the woman.

A stream of red blood flowed from the corner of the woman's mouth.

Just at this moment, the man raised his right hand again and wanted to slap her again.

Kong Zhao stretched out his hands to block the man's slap and glared fiercely at the man he called father.

Ever since he could remember, this man had been beating his mother, and when he was in a bad mood, he would beat Kong Zhao as well.

Their family is just a poor peasant family in Guihua Village.

Every year, the little money the woman earned from growing crops was used by the man to buy alcohol, and the man would beat his wife and children after drinking.

The next day he would act as if he were repentant.

"Damn it, you little bastard, you dare to attack me? If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not your father anymore."

The man frantically pulled Kong Zhao out of the woman's arms, while the woman tried her best to protect Kong Zhao.

"Just hit me, don't hit the child!" the woman screamed, pulled Kong Zhao out of the man's arms, and then hugged the man's legs.

"Zhao'er, run quickly and stay at the village chief's house for a night."

Driven by alcohol, the man became more manic and punched the woman violently.

In order to prevent her son from feeling scared, the woman could only hold back from screaming.

Kong Zhao on the side hurriedly stood up and grabbed the man's arm.

After all, he is just a child of a few years old.

The man just exerted a little force and threw Kong Zhao aside. At this moment, Kong Zhao seemed to have made up his mind and ran outside like crazy.

Only when the woman saw her son leave did she dare to speak.

"You're bullying me too, right? Huh?" The man waved his hand and slapped her again. The woman's hair was scattered and sticky blood stained her hair. She just protected her head with both hands.

As long as her son is fine, she doesn't care how much suffering she has to endure.

"what!"

"Boom-"

Blood spurted out of the artery, and in just a few seconds, the man fell to the ground.

The woman slowly opened her eyes.

What I saw was my son holding a kitchen knife and my son lying in a pool of blood.

"Zhao'er!"

The woman stepped forward and hugged her son tightly. Little Kong Zhao kept shaking in his mother's arms.

"Clang-"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Don't look at me, Zhao'er. Go ask the village chief to take care of you tomorrow, okay? In the future, when your mother is not around, you have to listen to the village chief."

At this time, Kong Zhao understood what his mother meant.

In such a family environment, children will always know more than children from other families.

By the next day, Kong Zhao had disappeared.

By the time the woman found out, little Kong Zhao had already gone to the government office with a kitchen knife to turn himself in.

"mother--"

"Are you okay? You've been talking nonsense while lying on the bed." Jia Anqing came to the bedside and wiped Kong Zhao's forehead with a towel.

Kong Zhao stood up, breathing heavily, and stroked his forehead: "Sorry..."

"Do you miss your mother?" Jia Anqing handed the towel to Kong Zhao: "Well, come to think of it, I've been away from home for a long time, and I miss my mother a lot, too."

"I don't have a mother anymore."

On the day of the fireworks display, Kong Zhao had just been released from the government office and had returned from the village.

The village was destroyed, and his mother was most likely gone too. It was on that day that he ran into Jia Anqing.

"Ah? Sorry." Jia Anqing also realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Kong Zhao shook his head: "It's okay."

"Then... Kong Zhao, if you really have nowhere to go in the future, come find me. I'm quite short of manpower here.

I only come to the county once every few days, and no one accompanies me."

"must."

Kong Zhao only felt grateful to the young man in front of him.

He is the best person to me in this world except my mother.