"I'll be back soon, he can't bear it alone-"
The trunk is too high, the bark is too slippery, and the surface is covered with a thin layer of ice. If you are not careful, Coco will slip and fall to the ground.
Zhou Mingli relied on Fang Yan's help to crawl here. Now Fang Yan said that he begged to go back and practice again. Keke will come to perform aerial brick splitting next spring. If he lies there and waits until next spring, he is afraid that the tree will be broken. It’s so hard to sprout that your head is already begging for sprouts, right
Of course, he also knew that if he wanted to have New Year's Eve dinner in a while, his family would definitely come out to look for him if they couldn't see him. His life will definitely not be in danger.
But, in the woods on the bank of Shihezi, there was heavy wind and snow. Not to mention an hour or two, even ten or twenty minutes would be a life-threatening torture.
Did he really hate Fang Yan so much, that naughty kid who specialized in destroying underworld people everywhere? How come he wasn't beaten to death by his parents when he was a child
"Fang Yan - I'll get him back - help, who will save him -"
Zhou Mingli screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one could hear his helpless plea.
Deep in the jungle, a pair of deathly gray eyes stared at him unblinkingly. The black robe was tightly wrapped around his body, otherwise the arrogant cold wind would not be able to peel it off from his body. After a long time, he finally made his previous decision.
As soon as his body turned, he ran towards the small green mountain in front of him.
It’s fleeting!
When Zhou Mingli came back, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his nose was mixed with tears and he was coughing non-stop. The hairstyle that was originally made with hair clay into a beautiful shape was blown into a chicken coop shape by the wind, with the four sides swollen and a bald spot in the middle, which can lead the non-mainstream fashion trend of Yanziwu.
When Zhou Mingli saw Fang Yiqing, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He cried aggrievedly and yelled: "Where is Fang Yan? Where is Fang Yan? That bastard - he deliberately messed with him. He deceived him to death. The tree ran away, and he couldn't come back alone - he almost fell out of the tree and died."
Fang Yiqing knew that Fang Yan would punish his son, and doing nothing would not be in line with Fang Yan's style. But seeing Zhou Mingli's tragic scene, he felt a little distressed. He quickly pulled Zhou Mingli into the room and said, "What are you yelling for? Go back and change your clothes. Oh my god, my clothes are almost gone." It’s like a popsicle.”
"Just Fang Yan. That bastard bastard, he begged to fight with him - he dared to bully him, he will not make it easy for him -" Zhou Fan slapped his son on the head.
"Shut up." Zhou Fan shouted sternly. "Who told me to shut up with my cousin like that? No matter how old or young I am, I don't respect my elders - is that what they taught me?"
His father's anger was very intimidating. Seeing Zhou Fan's anger, Zhou Mingli really didn't dare to act wildly anymore. He wiped his tears and said, "Then let's just forget about that matter? Is he famous and bullied by him? With his strength, What-"
"How can he be my brother?" Zhou Fan said forcefully. "Please don't talk to my brother like that again, without him moving his legs, let's see how he handles me -"
"I-" Zhou Mingli wished he could rush over and have a fight with his father. He felt that everyone was bullying him, and even his father defected to the enemy's camp.
"My mother, please take good care of me." Zhou Fan turned to Fang Yijing and said.
Hearing the noise over there, all the eyes of the Fang family members gathered over. Lu Wan came out and advised: "Shut up with the child, but don't move your legs or feet—"
Fang Mengying giggled beside her and said, "Brother Fang Yan is beaten a lot."
"That girl of mine." Lu Wan was amused by Fang Mengying's words. He grabbed the two braids on her head and said, "If you dare to take your advice again, let's see if he doesn't sew my mouth shut with a needle."…
Fang Mengying quickly covered her mouth with her legs, worried that her aunt would really sew her mouth shut with a needle. Then she wouldn't be able to eat delicious food.
"A stick produces a filial son. Do children need to be disciplined harshly? Just like that now, will they be great in the future?" Zhou Fan said aloud.
While everyone was comforting Zhou Mingli, Zhou Fan exited the room and walked towards the kitchen.