Years Know Long Summer

Lin Anwen is a calm and calm parent.

The son suddenly brought back a friend who was injured in a fight. He didn't ask much, took out a bandage and asked Lin Zhixia to treat his friend's wound.

Sheng Lang took a shower and was wearing Lin Anwen's old clothes.The clothes still looked very baggy, and the trousers didn't grow much.

The child's physical development was not so coordinated, Sheng Lang's limbs started to stretch out first, and the palms of his hands and feet were a bit uncoordinated.

Lin Zhixia pressed the cotton swab dipped in iodophor on Sheng Lang's wound.

The boy's bushy eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, and his handsome face was rigid.

"Just say it hurts." Lin Zhixia said, "If a person doesn't feel pain, it's a congenital defect, a disease, or something that can't be cured."

"You are sick." Sheng Lang snorted.

This young man is really full of thorns, he will prick his hands wherever he touches.

"I'm not seriously ill without you." Lin Zhixia turned back, "I wouldn't take the initiative to seek a beating."

"They laughed at me!" Sheng Lang said angrily in a low voice, "It's obviously not my fault...it's that pervert..."

His face flushed with shame.Even for a rough man like him, some words are hard to say.

"Young man," Lin Anwen said earnestly, rubbing moxa sticks aside, "it is inevitable for people to have disputes with others in this world. But besides fighting, there are many other ways to resolve disputes. In fact, fists and kicks can resolve disputes." The problem is the least."

Sheng Lang was muffled and didn't chew, it didn't seem like he had listened.

However, Lin Anwen couldn't see it anyway, and continued with his eyes open, "When people do things, they have to consider a risk and a reward. You risked breaking your arms, legs, or even your life to fight with them, and what reward did you get in the end? Even if you win against them, won't they continue to laugh at you if they are in pain for a few days?"

There was a faint grunt in Sheng Lang's throat, like an angry dog.

"It must be beaten!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, "Beat until they dare not laugh at me anymore!"

"If you don't smile on your mouth, don't you smile in your heart?" Lin Zhixia wrapped Sheng Lang's cut in his arm.

Sheng Lang said contemptuously: "It's enough to be afraid of me. No matter how much I want them to hate me, they won't dare to trouble me!"

"Childish!" Lin Zhixia sneered, "Have you seen Huang Feihong's movie? Everyone in the Qing Dynasty knew that relying on martial arts alone is useless. No matter how powerful your fists and scuds are, foreigners will kill you with a single shot." Overturned? You conquered one, and there will be a hundred, a thousand more. You don’t do anything in your life, and you just go to fight people who look down on you?"

Sheng Lang was irritable and confused.

Few people sat down with him to talk about the truth of life so seriously, and no one could talk to his heart.

He is a wild and wild child who was abandoned by his mother when he was ignorant, and his adoptive father didn't care about him at all.Grandma only knows how to keep him fed, and the school teacher can't tame this wolf-like child.

Since I have never been cared for, I have never known what it feels like to feel safe.

For Sheng Lang, Yong'an is a primitive jungle full of dangers, full of predators.But this little wolf cub has only one fang, and a pair of fists and feet that can be used to protect himself.

"People, they are all bullying and depressing." Lin Anwen said, "You are young now, have no money, no power, and of course those snobbish people will bully you. When you become prosperous in the future, you don't have to do anything, they will come over Nod and bow to you to please you."

"What about now?" Sheng Lang asked, "They always come to trouble me!"

"Be patient." Lin Zhixia sprayed Yunnan Baiyao on the bruises on Sheng Lang's body, "Wait until you can't bear it any more before you hit him. You have to take your own more seriously, don't shoot at every turn, that's too bad."

The last sentence stepped on the heart of the young man's good face.

On TV, the real boss can't easily do it himself.It was Brother Chai's subordinates who made trouble for Sheng Lang, not himself.

"Children, don't worry too much, or you won't grow taller." Lin Anwen handed Ai Zhu to his son, "Give your friend moxibustion to remove moisture. By the way, kid, are you hungry? Do you want noodles? "

Sheng Lang first wolfed down half a bowl of meaty noodles, then lay down on Lin Zhixia's bed, his skin sweated slightly from the moxibustion.

Lin Zhixia's room is actually the living room, and the bed is just a folded sofa.

A folding wooden table, serving as a dining table, coffee table and desk.It also doubles as a high stool when you need to change a light bulb.

The rain was pattering outside the window, Lin Zhixia was sitting at the table writing the paper.

The table lamp shone on the boy's snow-white and handsome face, his thick and slightly curled eyelashes were shiny at the tips, as if they were covered with snow.Her lips were pursed unconsciously, looking very serious - this is a habit Lin Zhixia doesn't even know about.

"You like doing homework so much?" Sheng Lang couldn't help asking.

"I like it." Lin Zhixia didn't raise her head, "You don't like it?"

Sheng Lang frowned and curled his lips: "It's so boring. Anyway, I can't figure it out no matter how I study."

Lin Zhixia said while writing: "I can figure it out, so I like it. The more difficult the problem, the more difficult it is to solve it, and I feel very happy. It's probably the same as if you won a fight, right?"

Sheng Lang didn't speak.

This mixed-race boy with a melancholy face is really good-looking in the light and shadow, with a straight nose, red and full lips, and eyes like two emerald greens.

How could his mother be willing to abandon him?

Lin Zhixia closed the Chinese paper, and opened another math paper.

He asked Sheng Lang, "What do you like? Except fighting."

"I don't like fighting." Sheng Lang said, "I never take the initiative to fight people who didn't provoke me."

"What about swimming? I heard you won an award."

"It's not bad." Sheng Lang said, "There is a bonus, and the swimming team eats pretty well, and no one in the team dares to provoke me."

"You seem to be easily provoked." Lin Zhixia complained.

Sheng Lang wanted to go back, but his bones were warm and itchy from the moxa sticks, and the sofa bed under him was the softest bed he had ever slept on.

Sheng Lang narrowed his eyes comfortably, if he had a tail, it would have already wagged it.

"Swimming is quite fun." The young man's voice gradually became muffled, "It's very free in the water, you can go wherever you want. No one can stop me..."

When Lin Zhixia finished writing the math paper, Sheng Lang had already fallen asleep on his stomach with his mouth half open, so don't mess up the bed sheets.

Lin Zhixia took the moxibustion box away, pulled up the towel and covered Sheng Lang's bruised body.

The lights were turned off, and the whole room was plunged into the dark night.

Lin Zhixia lifted up the towel quilt, and sneaked in lightly.

This guy Sheng Lang's sleeping posture is terrible, his long arms and legs are stretched, occupying most of the bed.Lin Zhixia had to gently move his hands and feet to lie down properly.

The rain was getting lighter, and the cool wind was blowing the curtains.There is a cat meowing in the alley downstairs - Chun.

Sheng Lang opened his eyes in the darkness, looking at the profile of Lin Zhixia who was close at hand.

Lin Zhixia breathed out evenly and long, her chest rose and fell slightly.The faint light outside the window outlines his clean and beautiful outline.

Sheng Lang's gaze was full of curiosity.He cautiously moved closer, fluttering his nose, sniffing Lin Zhixia's scent.

Sweet and fragrant, with a milky taste, which stimulates the appetite a bit.

Sheng Lang licked his mouth, subconsciously gurgling in his throat.

He had never slept in the same bed with anyone since he could remember, and he couldn't stand someone getting too close to him.But maybe Lin Zhixia's smell was too good, like a toffee, Sheng Lang's vigilance was kept to the minimum on this rainy night.

He lay on his side facing Lin Zhixia and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn, Sheng Lang was awakened by the sound of Lin Zhixia getting up.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Lang got up angrily.

"Shh..." A soft hand covered his lips, "My dad is still sleeping. I'm going to deliver the milk, so you can continue to sleep."

But Sheng Lang's drowsiness was completely driven away by this hand.When Lin Zhixia came out of the bathroom, Sheng Lang had put on his shoes and was waiting for him at the door.

"Let's go." Sheng Lang said, "I have to go back before my grandma wakes up. Otherwise, she will scold me to death."

That being said, Sheng Lang followed Lin Zhixia all the way to the milk station.

He drove Lin Zhixia aside, and he and the staff of the milk station loaded milk, and then looked at the bucket full of milk, stretched his long legs and sat on the car seat.

"What about me?" Lin Zhixia was dumbfounded.

"Sit in the back." Sheng Lang rolled his eyes, "You're only so big, you can't squeeze in the back."

Lin Zhixia had no choice but to sit in the back of the car with her hips tilted, and bring Sheng Lang to deliver milk together.

Sheng Lang pedaled the tricycle almost like lightning.Lin Zhixia kept yelling from behind: "Slow down... hey, turn left at the next intersection... stop! We're here! Oh, you ran past again!"

Yongan's roads are patch upon patch, full of potholes.Sheng Lang was not like Lin Zhixia who would avoid those pits, the tricycle was knocked to the point of flying, and the baby bottle was rattling in the basket.

"Sheng Lang, why can't you see the hole in the ground?" Lin Zhixia scolded while supporting the basket, "I broke my baby bottle, what are you going to bring with me this time?"

Sheng Lang angrily pedaled harder, and the car bumped heavily in a pothole again.

Lin Zhixia couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped Sheng Lang on the back of the head: "Are you blind without ears?"

Sheng Lang braked the car with a squeak, and turned around to stare at Lin Zhixia angrily.

This kid has eaten the bear's heart and leopard's guts, how dare he slap him on the head?

"What are you looking at?" Lin Zhixia stood in the back of the car, taller than Sheng Lang by a large margin, domineering, "If you want to help, do it well, don't be a waste of help. No matter how small or simple the job is, you have to do it." Do your best to do well, this is the foundation of being a human being!"

Sheng Lang took a deep breath, the muscles in his arms swelled up, but he turned around again and continued to pedal the tricycle.

This time, the car went much more steadily.

Lin Zhixia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sweating in the hand that slapped Sheng Lang's head.

"That," Sheng Lang said, "Are you really going to go to Ninth Middle School?"

"Yes." Lin Zhixia said, "Aren't you too?"

"I'm a special sports recruiter. Did you get in? Really?"

"What else is there to lie about?"

After a while, Lin Zhixia heard Sheng Lang muttering: "How can a good student be so fierce?"

"Why can't a good student be fierce?" Lin Zhixia asked back, "I can still hit people with a slingshot. No one can match me. I don't provoke people, but others don't want to bully me. My dad taught me, You can live in peace, but you can’t be honest.”

Sheng Lang pondered over the last sentence, and remained silent for a long while.

When they reached Sheng Lang's house, the two finally parted ways.

Lin Zhixia stopped Sheng Lang, and handed over a bottle of milk: "Here, today's wages."

"Send me away with a bottle of milk?" Sheng Lang smiled disdainfully.

Lin Zhixia was taken aback, he had never seen a boy with such a good-looking smile.

After a while, he said, "I'll take it if I give it to you. Why are you so pretentious? Don't throw away the bottle after drinking it. The bottle is still worth a dollar."

"Got it." Sheng Lang grabbed the bottle and waved his hand carelessly, "See you later, Baby Bottle."

Lin Zhixia stared at the tricycle and left, and left a sentence: "Stop fighting, little wolf boy."