Quick travel: Bai Yueguang is targeted by the crazy male protagonist again

Growing up, he was called an orphan and a freak, and the ill will between children was no easier to bear than others.

The people in Murakami used various reasons to plot between him and his mother, saying that his mother was a slut and that he was a bad son.

When he endured this, there was no so-called father.

But suddenly one day there was a fire in the village, and all those people died. Only he and his mother were still alive. His mother said she would take him to find his father.

Wei Changfeng showed his teeth and smiled, "Okay!"

He would have stabbed the man.

They were robbed by bandits from all walks of life along the way, and in the end they couldn't even get food rations.

The capital was a long way away, and they had traveled for two whole months before arriving, so they had to beg for a living.

He originally thought he would die first, but he never thought it would be his mother.

Just on the street, after failing to beg for food, his mother's cold body suddenly fell on him, so hard that he couldn't get up.

He realized something and called "Mother" in a choked voice, but his mother failed to reply, and instead became the last straw for him.

The weight of his mother made him breathless. There were very few people walking on the street in winter. He couldn't even scream, and his voice seemed to be mute.

"Mother."

Mother, get up! Didn't you say you wanted to take me to find my father?

He couldn't suppress the questioning sound in his throat.

The snowflakes falling from the sky began to fall slowly, and his breathing became lighter. He thought that maybe he should go find his mother.

It's time for him to die.

Everything around him was white, like a magical space that didn't exist, and there was only a trace of his wandering and unwilling soul left.

No one would stop to save him.

But in a daze, he felt that the weight on his body became lighter.

When he woke up again, he was in a small wooden house. He was lying on a bed made of several wooden boards, with the beams above his head. The roof was covered with tiles to avoid the wind and snow.

The fire pit not far from the bed was burning firewood and was the only source of heat in this wooden house.

"Squeak-"

A person walked in from outside. She was wearing a raincoat and holding a few white radishes with fresh soil in her hands that were red from the cold.

"you're awake!"

She looked at him with a smile. She was wearing a coarse cloth dress, and her flowing hair was tied back with a wooden hairpin, but it still couldn't cover up her face.

She walked to the fire pit and used a chipped porcelain bowl to get him a bowl of hot water and put it on the bedside. She apologized: "I'm not very good at cooking, so you can make do with it later."

She was indeed not modest. She washed the white radish with water, cut it into pieces and threw it directly into the pot. She put a small handful of salt when serving it out.

She cooked the corn rice into porridge, and there was a smell of paste in the room.

"It's ready to eat."

She put a bowl of porridge in front of him, including a few pieces of white radish.

Wei Changfeng didn't care about anything else and drank the bowl of porridge just because of the paste taste. The white radish in the bowl slid into his stomach with its sweetness and softness.

The woman served him another bowl, and he took it all.

Perhaps he was really too hungry. When he stopped, he realized that he had eaten all the food cooked by the woman.

"What's your name?"

"Li Changfeng." He took his mother's surname.

"Changfeng, what a good name. It seems that I am a little older than you. Can you call me sister?"

She suddenly became depressed as she spoke, "I couldn't save your mother."

"Changfeng, my sister will be kind to you in the future." She said guiltily.

"it is good."

Li Changfeng absorbed that warmth, and his heart also warmed up.

Mother was swept away with grass and buried in the snow, sleeping in that barren soil forever.

"Nanzhi, this person behind you is..."

"Auntie, this is my brother Changfeng."

This is the first time Li Changfeng knows her name. People in the village call her Nanzhi, but there is only one old doctor who calls her Manman every time he sees her.

Ye Nanzhi blushed, "Grandpa, can't you call me Nanzhi or Zhizhi?"

"Tsk, I've watched your little one grow up, why is it called 'Manman'?"

"Okay, you go ahead and call me! I won't let you down next time."

Ye Nanzhi said threatening words, but if the old man shouted again next time, she would definitely answer.

Li Changfeng stayed by her side, and the days passed day by day. He had no intention of looking for his father.

One day, the old man called Ye Nanzhi Manman again. He had also learned to call him, but Ye Nanzhi knocked him on the head and said, "You are younger than me, so don't call me."

Li Changfeng groaned. He and Ye Nanzhi were only three years apart, but Ye Nanzhi didn't allow him to scream, so he stopped screaming. He only screamed secretly in his heart.

From the moment Ye Nanzhi picked him up, he only had Ye Nanzhi in his eyes and heart.

Every moment he spent with Ye Nanzhi was enough to make him happy.

The turning point of the matter was on the day when the matchmaker came to the house, Ye Nanzhi was not there. He listened patiently to the matchmaker's chatter about how nice the concubine who had already taken more than a dozen concubines was.

The small wooden house was filled with betrothal gifts brought to the door. He smiled and sent the matchmaker away, but intercepted and killed her on the way.

All those valuable betrothal gifts were buried with her.

When Ye Nanzhi came back, he had already cleaned himself up. It was just Changfeng that belonged to her alone, just like Ye Nanzhi, it was Manman that belonged to him alone.

At night, he lay in a corner of the wooden house. On the diagonal side was Ye Nanzhi's bed, separated only by a coarse cloth.

The dead matchmaker said that Ye Nanzhi was ready to get married, and that the foreign minister who was over fifty years old would be very kind to her and to herself.

Li Changfeng's eyes darkened, and he stood up and crossed over the layer of coarse cloth to Ye Nanzhi's bed.

"Full."

He called again and again, but there was no movement from the people on the bed, only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard.

The room was dark and no one could be seen, but when he lowered his head, he accurately captured Ye Nanzhi's lips.

This was the first time he was so bold.

The people on the bed moved, and Li Changfeng felt fear and hope in his heart, hoping that Ye Nanzhi would wake up and find out how dirty he was.

In his heart, Ye Nanzhi has never been his sister. It was not the case before, it is not the case now, and it will never be the case in the future.

What he wants to do is be the person who can hold Ye Nanzhi's hand and stay with her forever.

The person on the bed was breathing heavily, but there was no sign of waking up.

So, he bit her.

Early the next morning, Li Changfeng heard the sound of changing clothes, and his movements were a little hasty, as if he was busy escaping.

He closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, waiting for night to fall. If she hadn't come back by night, should he be angry?

But what if Ye Nanzhi is scared and she refuses to take him?

But if she doesn't come back, doesn't it mean she doesn't want him anymore? She was obviously awake last night, but she was still pretending to be asleep!