chapter 4 The missing peach branch

Adonis sat on the small bench in front of the stove and kept throwing dry firewood into the mouth of the stove. From time to time, she turned around and glanced at Charles with a smile.

When the latter saw the provocative look, he couldn't say anything. After all, Adonis caught a big fish today, and he had no reason to teach the silver-haired boy a lesson.

After seeing this, Damian immediately raised his eyes and pretended not to see this scene. Both sides were his brothers, and it was not good to offend anyone.

As time went by, the oil and water in the pot gradually boiled, and the heat spread out through the gaps between the pot lids. Adonis sniffed the fresh heat and looked back more and more frequently.

Helpless, Charles had no choice but to hold his cheek with his hand and not look at the "ugly" face. He put his other hand on the stone table, tapped the stone table quickly with his fingers, and looked at the stars to relieve the embarrassment. scene.

Seeing Charles deflated, the silver-haired boy covered his mouth and laughed wildly. It was not common for this boy, who was one year older than him and often called himself his eldest brother, to show such embarrassment.

Especially in the cold winter, when it is not easy to catch big fish, the silver-haired boy was taught a lesson by him, and today he finally made a comeback.

Not long after, the flames in the stove gradually extinguished.

Adonis took out a sea bowl from the room, put the fish into the bowl with bamboo chopsticks, then grabbed the protruding handles on both sides of the pot with both hands, and poured the fish soup into the bowl.

After that, he raised the corners of his mouth and strode over with the sea bowl in hand. Because the crucian carp in the bowl was too big, the head and tail of the fish were exposed.

When Charles caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, like a deflated rubber ball, his upright waist immediately dropped, and his fingers that had stopped tapping on the stone table suddenly started to stir again.

"Come on, come on, let's taste the fish I caught today. How does it taste?" The silver-haired boy placed the sea bowl on the stone table, but he nodded with a satisfied smile.

Damian picked up the bamboo chopsticks, looked at Charles who was motionless, lowered his head and whispered: "Brother, Baozi..."

Charles straightened up suddenly, as if he had been awakened, smiled and took out three buns from his arms, and immediately raised the bamboo chopsticks in his hand. Before he could reach the bowl, he was caught by another pair of bamboo chopsticks.

The silver-haired boy weighed the buns in his palm with one hand, and froze Charles's bamboo chopsticks in the air with the other. He grinned and said, "Charles, am I a pretty good fish?"

"Not bad, not bad." The young man nodded.

Damian was on one side. He took a bite of the bun first, then picked up the tender fish meat with bamboo chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

Adonis narrowed her eyes and said meaningfully: "You know, I'm not talking about fish or not. Don't deliberately avoid my question."

The two have been tit-for-tat for many years. How could Charles not know what the silver-haired boy meant? He finally caught a big fish and was bound to show off his power in front of him.

Charles changed the topic and said with a smile: "Eat first, if you want anything, we can talk about it after we finish eating."

After hearing this, Adonis nodded and said, "That's fine. After all, the eldest brother has to give in to his younger brother."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Damian burped, stood up, and said, "You guys eat slowly, I'll get the fish soup to drink."

The two of them looked at the fish in the sea bowl at the same time, both of them were shocked. This brat kept silent and took the opportunity to steal half of the fish.

"I say Charles, why don't we two take one..." The silver-haired boy hadn't finished speaking yet.

"I won't share half of it with you." As Charles spoke, he had already picked up a large piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

The silver-haired boy had an idea, took a bite of the bun, stood up immediately, held the bun high, and shouted: "Meat bun!"

After hearing the meat buns, Charles stopped what he was doing, and Damian, who was drinking fish soup, also stopped. The two of them stared at the buns in Adonis's hand.

The silver-haired boy rolled his eyes slightly, tore off a small piece of bun and gave it to Charles who was in a daze. He immediately raised his chopsticks and started eating.

Charles reacted immediately before he could eat the small piece of bun.

Adonis laughed loudly and said, "Haha! I lied to you."

After that, the two started fighting over the fish in the bowl. Damian drank the fish soup and watched them quietly.

After a while, only the fish head and tail were left in the bowl.

Finally, Charles threw away the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and raised his hand to grab the fish head. Just when he was about to touch the fish head, his other hand took the lead and took away the fish head.

After Charles failed, he picked up the sea bowl and swallowed the fish soup in one mouthful without thinking.

After he finished drinking, he pushed the bowl in front of Damian and winked at him. The young man nodded understandingly, walked to the stove, and filled him with a full bowl of fish soup.

After Charles finished drinking, he pushed the bowl to him again.

The silver-haired boy was holding a steamed bun in one hand and a fish head in the other. While he was eating happily, Damian walked back and forth between the stove and the stone table.

It wasn't until he finished eating the fish heads and steamed buns that he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly ran to the stove, opened the lid of the pot, poured only half a bowl of fish soup into the bowl, shrugged his shoulders, and walked silently. .

"Hey! There's another big bowl here."Charles smiled and placed the bowl where he was sitting before.

Adonis sat down and drank the fish soup while asking, "What's wrong with your feet? Damian has to do things like serving fish soup. This is not like your style."

In his mind, Charles relied on himself for everything and never relied on others. Things like serving fish soup had to be done by others, which meant there must be something wrong with his feet.

It had to be said that the silver-haired boy knew Charles's personality traits very well.

Charles paused and sighed: "Oh! I really can't hide anything from you. You can know that there is something wrong with my feet through the slightest change in my daily life."

Damian looked down at the snow-white animal paw and whispered: "Brother, both of his foot bones were broken because of me."

Adonis slapped his palm on the stone table, stood up suddenly, and said in a cold voice: "His ankle bones and the green bump on your forehead were done by those guys in the school, right?"

Before the two could answer, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said again: "There are no good people in Wu Zheng Town. Since Old Man Yang left, they have gone too far. I really want to kill them all." Lose."

When the silver-haired boy was very young, his parents passed away. He carried the package alone and left the hometown that disgusted him, almost starving to death in the wilderness.

If he hadn't happened to meet Old Man Yang and Charles, he would have died in the wilderness long ago.

At that time, Damian was still a baby under a hundred days old. Although he had animal paws and was called a monster by people in the town, Adonis always regarded him as his biological brother.

Not to mention Charles, the two often had conflicts and both wanted to shoulder the burden of being the eldest brother. He couldn't bear to see his relatives being bullied.

Damian stroked the beast's paw, lowered his head and said nothing.

Charles didn't know how to persuade him. He looked up at the starry sky and unexpectedly discovered that a thick branch of the peach tree in front of him had been cut off. It must have been just a few days since it was cut down, and the remaining part had not been completely dried up. .

"Has anyone been here in the past few days? How come this peach tree is missing a thick branch inexplicably? It seems that it was cut down." He asked with a confused look on his face.

As soon as he heard that the peach branches were chopped, Adonis face gradually solidified, "I really shouldn't have eaten out today, but he happened to find me, this damn moonlight!"

Damian raised his head in panic, glanced at it, and muttered: "A few days ago, I was playing with your stone sword and accidentally cut off a peach branch."

This peach tree was planted by three people together. The peach tree has a special meaning to them.

When he heard that the peach branches were chopped off by Damian, Charles didn't say much. He just warned him to be careful next time, otherwise there would be no peaches to eat in the future.

Adonis leaned against the stone table, resting his head on his arms, looking up at the bright moonlight, and suddenly said: "Do you think there are really people in this world who can reach the gods? Could Old Man Yang be a cultivator?"

When he was rescued by a middle-aged man named Yang, he didn't know the old man's name. He only knew that the old man was named Yang and that he was a smoker who never left his pipe.

He had suspected more than once that Old Man Yang was the cultivator that people called him.

First of all, the old man can take out hundreds or thousands of patterned stones just by sitting at home all day long without doing anything. No one knows where the patterned stones in his hand came from.

Also, he once saw Old Man Yang walking in the heavy rain on a stormy night with thunderous thunder, but the raindrops did not wet his clothes.

He asked Charles countless times in private, but he always received perfunctory answers.

Damian stared at Charles with confused eyes. He also wanted to know whether Old Man Yang was the legendary cultivator.

Facing the questioning gazes of the two men, Charles eyes dodge a little, and he said casually: "Look at what I'm doing. I'm not Old Man Yang's son, how could I know."

Adonis narrowed her eyes slightly, with a smile on her lips, staring at him closely, and said seriously: "The relationship between you and Old Man Yang is not ordinary. If not, who would you ask?"

Damian raised his little face, blinked and thought for a while, then added: "Once, I heard him call his brother 'young master'. Is my brother his master?"

Charles glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

He scratched his head and hurriedly changed his words: "Maybe I heard wrong."

Seeing Charles abnormal behavior, Adonis became more convinced that Old Man Yang was a cultivator.

Charles explained: "Don't listen to Damian nonsense. How can old man Yang be my subordinate? He doesn't listen to me at all. Now I don't know where he is."

The silver-haired boy nodded casually, obviously not believing what he just said.

Charles changed the subject and said again: "Also, Old Man Yang is the best to Damian. As for the 'young master', he should be the one, not me."

Damian innocent little eyes suddenly widened, "What does this have to do with me?"

Adonis saw that he didn't want to talk, so she didn't continue to ask. After all, everyone has their own secrets.

During the days when Charles was recuperating, Damian exposed the animal's paws regardless of others' gazes. After buying the buns, he walked along the alley to Iker door.

Coincidentally, Angelo Amos passed by with his hands behind his back, walking in eight steps. He happened to see Damian knocking on the door, and he quickened his pace and rushed over.

After seeing the scattered clods of soil on the young man's body, he said slowly: "Little Damian, were you bullied again?"

Damian turned around and asked, "Uncle, do you have anything to do with me?"

Angelo Amos held his chin with his hand, looked at the well-behaved boy carefully, and said with a serious face: "Little Damian, why don't you be my son? As long as you agree to be my son, I promise that no one will dare to bully you again in the future. .”

Damian lowered his head and kept a straight face, his arms hanging by his sides, his thumb rubbing his index finger back and forth, and he refused in a low voice: "You are not my father, why should I be your son? I don't want it."

Angelo Amos put his hands on Damian shoulders, squatted down, stared at him, and said seductively: "Being my son will have meat to eat every day, and he will never be hungry. You have to think about it."

Damian lowered his head, not daring to look at him, and said softly, "No."

"What is my identity? You still don't agree, Ang!"Angelo Amos eyes turned cold, he stood up suddenly, kicked him on the chest, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Damian was kicked to the ground. He leaned against the earth wall and patted the footprints on the cotton-padded jacket on his chest. His nose twitched a few times, but tears never fell from the corners of his eyes.

Crunch!

The door opened, and Phoebe with her hair in a ponytail came out and saw Damian who was in a very embarrassed state. The girl held her little hands behind her back and asked slowly: "You won't be beaten again, will you?"

Damian shook his head, took out the hot bun wrapped in tung oil paper from his arms, handed it to Phoebe with both hands, and said with a smile: "It's for you."

After Phoebe took it, she thanked her first and said, "I will go to see you under the big willow tree on the beach every noon from now on. You don't have to come to me."

Damian nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of the town, took off his cotton-padded jacket, and patted the dust on the cotton-padded jacket in the cold wind. He waited until he was satisfied before going home.