i am not fat orange

Chapter 9

My mother died of dystocia giving birth to me. I was not the only child in the family. I had an elder brother above me, but when I was two or three years old, my elder brother drowned suddenly.

Everyone in the village said I was a scourge, a monster.Even with my father, although he never said a word to me, he always looked at me with alienation.When I was 12 years old, my father also suffered from tuberculosis. In order to see a doctor for my father, the poor family would take whatever money they could sell.

I also wanted to borrow it in the past, but I always have to face the closed door again and again.

That's right, who would lend money to the evil in their eyes?

I filtered out the boiled herbs bit by bit, and the doctor said that this was the last herb given to me, so don't look for him again.

Now I am looking at the steaming soup in the bowl, I really want to pour it back and boil a few bowls with more water, so that there will be more soup.

My father was lying on the bed weakly, so I put the soup bowl aside first, and then went to help my father to get up.My father was so weak that he would stagger when he leaned on the head of the bed. Only when my father supported me behind me could I forcefully feed the medicine.

But my father couldn't even swallow it anymore, as soon as he took a bite, it flowed out of his mouth again, and I immediately pulled my sleeve to wipe it.

It's not good if the quilt gets wet, just change the clothes on your body.

The father shook his head in a daze, muttering something, but the voice was too soft to hear clearly, only the movement of his mouth could be seen.

I leaned over and put my ears to my ears, trying to hear what my father was saying.

Father said slowly: "You... must... take good care of... yourself."

I was stunned for a moment, this was the first and last sentence my father said to me about me.The body in my arms turned cold little by little until it became stiff.

My only relative in this world is gone, even if he alienates me and complains, he is still my father.

Why did this happen, why did they all leave?Am I really a scourge, unworthy of all the happiness in this world?

"Dick yourself to death, Sangmen star."

"I think he is a demon. Didn't you realize that the cat came the year he was born?"

"Yes, yes, if he killed his whole family now, then he will be everyone in the village in the future."

"He is a demon! He will kill us!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

No, I'm not, I'm not...

I was dragged and dragged, even though I tried my best to resist, it was still useless.

When I opened my eyes, there was an empty house with no one around.

where is this

I must be dreaming a beautiful dream. I dreamed of a fairy in my dream, and I am still in the dream.Otherwise, why didn't I feel the pain after the injury, and even my own face, which should have been swollen and puffy, disappeared and returned to normal.

I got out of bed barefoot and looked around.This house is neither big nor small.In front of the bed is a table and a green mat, on one side is the door and on the other side is a couch.

If this is really a dream, I hope I never wake up.

Feng Ji was sitting on a stone outside the door of the house, chatting with Butterfly Jing about something.

As soon as he heard the sound of the door of the house behind him, Feng Ji didn't look sideways, but turned his back and said, "Are you awake?"

But the one who responded to Feng Ji was - no response.

After a while, Feng Ji looked back to see what was going on.What catches the eye is the little boy with bare feet, standing there motionless and staring at him.

The butterfly at the side danced lightly with thin wings, and when it was tired, it landed on Feng Ji's shoulder, and whispered: "It really seems like you are talking about a fool, but also a poor person."

This butterfly spirit is Feng Ji's friend.Because her cultivation base is not enough and her spiritual power is low, it is difficult to transform people. Fortunately, she has Feng Ji as a friend.It is said that she is a friend and also a backer, Bai Yao will not bully her without knowing the taste even if she takes Feng Ji into consideration.

Speaking of which, Feng Ji is also the demon lord of the area south of here, so it is extraordinary to be able to be the leader of the hundred demons.

"You...you are...a god?" The little boy said intermittently.

It's still possible to say, that's it...stuttering?

However, when Feng Ji opened his mouth, he replied: "No... no... not... it's a god."

What's going on? Why am I still infected?

Butterfly Jing sneered: "What's the matter with you, why are you... stuttering...?" Butterfly Jing deliberately imitated that way and said in Feng Ji's ear, Feng Ji glanced at her who was sitting on his shoulder, and let her Shut up.

The little boy was very excited when he heard what Feng Ji said, and said anxiously: "May I ask which immortal it is?"

Feng Ji straightened his tongue, making sure that he would not be led astray.He took a deep breath before saying: "It's not a fairy, it's a demon if you don't get fruit, understand?" Then he said: "And don't say the word 'immortal' in the future."

In the past, Feng Ji knew a man from Sichuan, he was not considered a friend but a little friendship.That person told him that 'immortal' means ancestor to him, but... once it is said, it is a curse.

Although Feng Ji is a cat demon... But Feng Ji just doesn't like these two words.

The little boy nodded belatedly, obviously not knowing why but still doing as he did.

Feng Ji cleared his throat, and said again: "Also, what's your name?"

"Master."

"Master?"

"Ah."

"That's what I'll call you from now on."

Butterfly fluttered a few times, walked away from Feng Ji's shoulder, and stopped on Feng Ji's helix again, saying: "Then you plan to adopt him?"

"No, I don't have the time to wait a few days to send him to a good family. And he looks like he's only about ten years old, so he won't remember this in a few years."

"Right."

Changjun clenched his fists little by little, and looked down at his feet covered with dust from stepping barefoot on the ground.His chest was thin and weak, and it rose and fell several times when he exhaled.

Changjun bit his lower lip lightly, and said faintly: "I'm not young anymore, I'm already fifteen."

"..."

In this way, Fengji is like having a pet, Changjun will be very attached to him.But Feng Ji doesn't often go back to the house to live, he is used to wandering around all the year round, he really doesn't have a fixed place to live.Occasionally, I remembered that there was a small place where a little boy lived alone and was waiting for him, so I would go and have a look.

Fortunately, Chang Jun was able to support himself without Feng Ji by his side.

He reclaimed a piece of land in front of the house, and usually planted some wild fruit trees and wild vegetables so that he could support himself and not worry about food.When I go up the mountain to pick up some wood branches as firewood, I will stop by to see if there are any edible plants, and I will bring some seeds back to plant.

And in order to protect his own piece of land, Mr. Chang also made a fence to enclose it.

Today Changjun found a small bamboo forest on the other side of the mountain, so he dug some bamboo shoots and came back.

Moved the bamboo shoots to the stove and stacked them. The soil on the bamboo shoots that hadn't been cleaned was all over his hands, so Mr. Zhang clapped his hands.

The cooking place is next to the house. Although there is a shed to cover it, it is still exposed to the wind on all sides. Fortunately, if the wind blows, it will not be able to block the rain.

Mr. Chang has been eating wild fruits for the past few days, so he should cook some hot food today, but the stove needs to be cleaned before it can be used.

Rice cannot be cooked, after all, there is no rice.Just use the bamboo shoots dug up today to cook the bamboo shoot soup, and if you don’t have a knife to cut them, just break them into pieces and put them in the pot.

Chang Jun was afraid that the bamboo shoots would not be cooked well, so he wanted to cook the bamboo shoots in the pot for a while.I was not in a hurry, so I went to take the firewood outside and put it away first, because the firewood in the house was a little damp the day before yesterday, so I took it out to dry, but today I came back from digging the bamboo shoots and saw that the sky was foggy and it was bound to rain. He also collected the firewood in the yard.

Mr. Chang took a wooden chipped bowl to serve the soup, and tasted a bite of the bamboo shoots, which were quite fresh, and it was not a problem to satisfy his hunger.

After covering the pot and extinguishing the stove, Mr. Zhang planned to bring the soup back to the table in the house and drink it.

"What did you cook? It's delicious?"

Chang Jun was about to open the door and enter the house, but Chang Jun stopped immediately after hearing that sound.He couldn't hear that voice wrong, because it was the voice he had engraved in his heart.

Changjun immediately raised his head and looked around, looking for the owner of the voice.Holding the soup in one hand, he came out freely when excited.

"Hiss..." Chang Jun didn't care about the immediate redness and swelling on his finger, he still took the soup bowl and walked quickly to the courtyard, but where is the figure in the vegetable garden that Chang Jun planted himself?

Feng Ji pouted, and said to the elder who was looking for him urgently, "I'm on the roof."

Changjun saw him as soon as he looked up, but it was just a silhouette of a cat, with no facial features.

"I'll taste what's cooked." The voice suddenly came in, Zhang Jun shrugged his shoulders in fright, and Feng Ji was already standing in front of him the next second.

Feng Ji was half a body taller than Chang Jun, and Feng Ji also knew that it was due to lack of nutrition, after all, he shouldn't have a 15-year-old body when he was young.

When I went to town today, I saw that even ten-year-olds were taller than him.

Changjun picked up the soup in his hand, held it in front of Feng Ji, and said with a smile: "Bamboo shoot soup." Obviously he wanted Feng Ji to taste it in the bowl, but he saw that more than half of the bowl had been spilled out of the bowl due to excitement.

Chang Jun was so ashamed that he immediately put the soup bowl back, bowed his head and said, "I'm serving a bowl." Feng Ji didn't pay attention to this detail, turned around and walked towards the stove.

Feng Ji: "Anyone else go to him? Is there any fish?"

Changjun followed behind, shaking his head and said: "No, the immortal wants to eat fish?" Feng Ji stopped in front, and Changjun almost bumped into him before it was too late.

"It's not that, you are not allowed to call me 'immortal' in the future." Feng Ji then said, "Call me 'Yu Qi' from now on."

In order to ease the atmosphere and fear of scaring him, Feng Ji changed his tone and continued: "Is there really no fish? I really want to eat it." Zhang Jun shook his head vaguely, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I really want to eat fish. Forget it, I'll go to the river to have a look tomorrow."

Today, on a whim, Feng Ji went for a walk in the city a hundred miles away, and brought some strange things with him.I don't need these things myself, and it would be a pity to lose them, so I thought about bringing them back to the child, anyway, I haven't come back to see him for a long time.

Chang Jun looked at the weird things on the table, unable to do anything.

What - wooden chopsticks with exquisite carvings on the front end, don't they get smooth after eating?

In terms of practicality, it is already barely usable.If you use it as a decoration, you still need to make room for it.

But... No matter what he sent it, even if it is useless, it is still useful.

Fengji didn't drink the bamboo shoot soup until the end. In fact, for Yao, especially for him, eating is no longer necessary, and he just wants to satisfy his appetite.

Changjun eats cleanly, afraid of wasting it.

Tonight Feng Ji will live in this house, originally said that there is only one bed, Changjun can sleep on the floor by himself.Feng Ji knocked on his head, and said: "Do you think that sleeping couch is just a decoration? Also, you sleep on the bed, I will go to the sleeping couch quickly."

Anyway, Feng Ji is staying overnight, so it doesn't matter where he sleeps.

Wait until tomorrow... let's talk tomorrow.