On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

Since one leg was injured and limped, Guan Sang's temper has deteriorated visibly.

He was not a gentle and considerate man in the first place, and because he was very clever since he was a child, he was extremely arrogant, so he also pursued perfection.

Sudden loss of a leg was unbearable for Guan Sang, and more importantly, as a scholar, if he wanted to go all the way up to become a high-ranking official and serve the country, he must not be a cripple!

A bright future is in front of him, but he is cut off, and he can only be a poor scholar in his life. How can Guan Sang not be gloomy?

So even in the face of a fiancée brother who treats him as well as ever, he still loses his temper from time to time.

Because he knew that this man would not abandon him, and knew that this man would tolerate him infinitely, so he felt guilty while venting his resentment unscrupulously.

But it wasn't until today when he went to the utility room that he realized that the man who would always be with him in his eyes had started to hide something from him.

Like now...

Guan Sang narrowed his eyes dangerously, he had never seen Wei Ziqing in a red dress before, he looked unexpectedly good-looking, but the man beside him was unexpectedly eye-catching.

Wei Ziqing was also taken aback by the young man's cold gaze, and unconsciously blocked the people around him, but felt it was futile.

Zhong Li was half a head taller than himself, he couldn't stop him, and Guan Sang sitting here showed that he had noticed something.

"Where did you go, why did you come back in red and..." Guan Sang's sharp eyes fell on the man beside him, "Who is he?"

Wei Ziqing moved his lips and tugged at the hem of his clothes, wanting to explain but worried that the people around him would be weaker after a long delay, so he said directly: "Guan Lang, I will explain to you later, don't get me wrong."

After he left this sentence, he pulled Zhong Li and walked into the house, and within two steps he heard a "boom" behind him.

The young man who fell to the ground sat up silently, wiped his dusty cheek, lowered his hand, and tightly grasped his weak left leg, but stared straight at Wei Ziqing with a pair of dark eyes.

Wei Ziqing's heart trembled, how could someone who had loved and taken care of him for many years let go so easily?

"Go and deal with the wound yourself, I'll go in later." So he could only retreat the man who was also looking at him deeply into the room, then turned around and ran back to the young man.

Zhong Li stood at the door quietly looking at the man who helped the young man to get up and took care of him in every possible way, his eyes gradually darkened.

Those hands were supposed to treat his wounds.

That care should have been said to him.

The man's eyes were supposed to be on him...

None of the three had eaten that night, and each of them rested after a simple wash.

Maybe just chill out with each other and talk about it the next day.

Wei Ziqing thought this way before leaving Guan Sang's room, turned around and went out, and when he looked up, he saw someone standing under a tree looking at him.

Wei Ziqing's eyes flickered slightly, and he wanted to avoid it for some reason, but in the end he walked over against the man's gaze.

It was because of that gaze that made his heart tremble with sadness.

The two stood facing each other under the tree, Zhongli sighed and put the cloak in his hand on the man.

"Let's go," he said.

Wei Ziqing clenched the lapel of his cloak tightly, a little surprised that he didn't ask anything.

"Are... are your wounds okay?" Wei Ziqing asked guiltily, pursing his lips.

Zhong Li didn't speak, and suddenly pressed the man's shoulder when he looked at him anxiously.

"If your Guan Lang doesn't need you anymore, would you like to come with me?" he said.

……

The man pawed at the rice in the bowl twice, and finally put down his chopsticks.

"Zhongli, eat slowly, I'll go outside and have a look." He said to the man sitting across from him who was eating quietly but very elegantly.

Zhong Li raised his eyelids and looked at him, but said nothing.

Wei Ziqing sighed, packed up his bowls and chopsticks, and walked to the gate of the yard—it's a pity that the man hasn't come back yet.

This situation lasted for several days, and since that night, the three of them have become a strange way of getting along.

He explained the ins and outs to Guan Sang, and concealed part of the content, so he was confused, but he didn't know if the man listened to it, but he only knew that the other party was late for several days.

As for what Zhongli said that night...he could only pretend that he didn't hear it, even though those words were so tempting under the moonlight, even if their kiss was so heartwarming back then...

Guan Sang has not come back tonight.

Wei Ziqing sat at the door and waited for a while. When the sun had completely set and the full moon appeared, he finally entered the room with a sigh.

At this time, Zhong Li had consciously washed the dishes and chopsticks.

Wei Ziqing was a little embarrassed, although he didn't know the life experience of this rescued man, but he must be very rich, but he did a lot of work in their house.

"Sit down for a while, I'll wash some grapes for you to eat." Wei Ziqing felt embarrassed and said hastily.

Zhong Li stopped his movements, and his eyes drifted to behind him.

Wei Ziqing turned around and looked around in a daze, and saw a soft sedan chair dropped from the gate of the courtyard, and a drunken person walked out of it tremblingly.

The man waved away the servant who brought him back, pushed open the courtyard door, and shouted inside: "Qing'er, where is Qing'er?"

Wei Ziqing came back to his senses, although he didn't understand, he felt something faintly, he paused his steps, and still went up to meet him.

The young man who smelled of alcohol seemed to be a lot heavier, especially when his left foot was inconvenient and his whole body was on top of him.

When Wei Ziqing helped the young man into the house, he heard the person carrying the sedan chair behind him waving goodbye to them, with a very enthusiastic attitude.

The enthusiasm made him uncomfortable, and the person who was born to be supported also responded enthusiastically.

Wei Ziqing felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable, probably because although Guan Sang's temper had turned bad in recent years, he never hid it from him, but his performance in the past few days clearly explained the problem.

So the man did not leave after helping the young man into the room, and it happened that the young man also grabbed his arm.

"Qing'er, hiccup, I... let me tell you, we... our hard days are coming to an end, I, I care about Sang, finally, finally, I will see my day!"

Drunk people talk upside down, but it does not prevent men from extracting these effective information.

It is rare for a young man who has been depressed and gloomy for many days to smile happily. Wei Ziqing should be happy, but he can't laugh no matter what.

"Huh? Why, aren't you happy for me?" The drunk who didn't get a response asked back slightly drunk, "Qing'er, aren't you happy?"

The man has nothing to say, he feels a little uncomfortable, but he knows that now is not the time to ask.

"No, I'm very happy, you can rest first." He wanted to push the young man's hand away from him, but he couldn't.

"Why don't you smile if you're happy? Show me a smile. I haven't seen Qing'er really smile for a long time."

The young man stood up on one leg, and pulled the man's face in front of his eyes: "Smile, I want to see you smile, don't you only smile at him?"

Wei Ziqing didn't say a word, even though his face was being pulled so badly.

His reaction angered the drunk even more, just as Guan Sang put on a hideous and handsome face, he was muttering something to himself, planning to push him down on the bed and clock away.

He rescued the man from between the bed and the drunk in one fell swoop, and led him away without a word.

Wei Ziqing let the yelling and cursing come from behind him, and suddenly felt strange.

"He never drank before," he murmured.

"He won't force me either." He bowed his head.

"He won't hide anything from me, even if he has a bad temper recently." He was frustrated.

The only response to him was a low sigh from someone, and a warm and comforting hug...

When he woke up the next day, Guan Sang didn't give any explanation, and he still left early and returned late as in the past few days.

Wei Ziqing got used to it, or it didn't matter anymore. The reason why he stayed here was that he still had to keep his promise. He promised his aunt to take care of Guan Sang and he would never leave easily.

And now there is Zhongli with him, although he doesn't know when this person will leave, but at least there is still someone to accompany him now, isn't there?

The development of the situation in the next few days was beyond Wei Ziqing's imagination. He did not expect that he would leave the small village and the home where he had been staying for more than [-] years under such circumstances.

Guan Sang is married, but the marriage partner is not him.

When he heard the exact news, the man was sitting on the stone pier at home drying the herbal medicine, and planned to give the medicine to the young man's legs again tonight, as well as massage.

But the news came so suddenly that he couldn't even hold the herbs in his hand.

Old man Hou, who was the most gossipy in the village, came back from the county fair and told the villagers vividly that he saw Guan Xiucai who had been sent out respectfully outside the county lord's mansion.

The scholar was blushing and slightly drunk, holding the hand of a charming brother in his hand, who looked like a talented man.

"The county lord has ordered that his family's youngest son will marry that poor scholar in a short time. It's all right now. This scholar is expected to succeed!"

After hearing the news, the aunt selling pancakes scolded old man Hou for talking nonsense, but she turned around and came to Wei Ziqing to talk about it.

For nothing else, she couldn't see the child being wronged.

"Brother Qing, don't care if this matter is true or not, just say that Xiucai hasn't come back for so many days and treats you like that. You should have left him long ago."

"Son, you've done your best."

Hearing these words, Wei Ziqing's mind was muddled, and it seemed to be blank.

He knew from a young age that he should marry Sonny when he grew up, and he didn't mind, anyway, he liked this kid quite a lot.

But now he couldn't help asking himself: Is this liking really love?

If so, why didn't he feel much sadness in his heart after learning the news, but rather heaved a sigh of relief?

Wei Ziqing was confused, and a lot of words were playing repeatedly in his mind. For a while, it was old man Hou's gossip, and for a while, it was Aunt Xu's earnest persuasion.

[This scholar is expected to succeed in his early years! 】

【Brother Qing, you have exhausted your benevolence!】

……

【If your Guan Lang no longer needs you, would you like to go with me】

The man's words that night suddenly came out for some reason, Wei Ziqing blinked, and someone sat down beside him.

Zhong Li turned his head to look at him, with obvious concern in his eyes.

"If I say I'm willing to go with you now, are you still willing to take me with you?" He heard his own voice was a little difficult, but there was also some imperceptible, very small lightness.

The man looked at him fixedly and smiled: "Of course."

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