"Let's go back quickly! If someone sees us, it'll be trouble," Fang Zichen said.
The explosion was very loud. Zhao Ger heard the cries and wails of the Ma family women from not far behind them and saw people in the distance holding torches rushing over.
He didn't know how Fang Zichen managed to do this to the Ma family, but not sleeping in the middle of the night and loitering near the Ma family's place—connecting these two things would inevitably arouse suspicion.
"Then let's go quickly!" Zhao Ger grew a bit anxious.
But they were ultimately a step too slow. On their way back, the village chief and the men from his household came towards them. After all, it was their first time doing something bad. Zhao Ger's face turned pale, and his palms sweated. He instinctively looked up at Fang Zichen, wanting to ask what to do.
Fang Zichen had strong mental fortitude. His expression didn't change, as if he often did this kind of shady business and was experienced in dealing with unexpected situations that could expose them. He squeezed Zhao Ger's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. What are you afraid of?"
The village chief was surprised to see Fang Zichen: "Fang boy, why are you..."
"Village Chief," Fang Zichen preempted, "the Ma family's house collapsed."
The village chief frowned: "Their house was just renovated a few years ago. How could it collapse?"
He had only heard a loud boom and then followed the sound. He actually didn't know what had happened.
Recently, with the rush of autumn harvest, everyone had been busy until now. The villagers went to bed early and slept soundly.
"I don't know either!" Fang Zichen also looked puzzled, his expression quite convincing. "I was sleeping when I heard a loud boom. Then I pulled Zhao Ger and took a shortcut to come see. I saw their house had collapsed."
Young people love excitement. Usually, they weren't enthusiastic about anything, but as soon as there was some commotion like cats or dogs fighting, they ran faster than anyone. The village chief didn't doubt his words. Besides, Zhao Ger was drenched in sweat, probably from running.
To join the excitement, Zhao Ger really went through a lot.
He Xi, rushing for the excitement, was disheveled. He peeked out from behind the village chief and asked, "Fang Zichen, do you want to come with us to take another look?"
"What's there to see?" Fang Zichen shook his head. "A house collapsing for no reason, I think it's unlucky. I won't go join that excitement. Sleeping at home is much better."
Fang Zichen and Zhao Ger didn't get along well with the Ma family. Going over now would indeed seem a bit like watching the excitement and schadenfreude. The village chief waved his hand: "Then you should hurry back. It's the middle of the night."
Even after returning home and lying in bed, Zhao Ger still felt a sense of unreality.
Fang Zichen, his husband, had avenged him.
They had gone together to blow up the Ma family's house.
And they were almost discovered by the village chief and the others.
This night was a bit exciting and a bit thrilling. It was an experience he had never had in his first nineteen years of life.
Fang Zichen saw him tossing and turning, unable to sleep, so he propped himself up on his elbows, leaned over Guaizai to get closer, and asked softly, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Can't sleep?"
Warm breath brushed against his cheek. The two were extremely close. Zhao Ger felt his heart pounding, his body involuntarily tensing, his breathing unconsciously slowing. He lowered his eyes and said, "It's a bit thrilling. I can't sleep."
His eyelashes were long and curly. Between raising and lowering his eyes, it was like a butterfly resting on a brilliantly blooming flower, gently fluttering its wings. Those wings were even more captivating than the flower.
Fang Zichen couldn't help but raise his hand and gently touch them. Zhao Ger didn't stop him—instead, he obediently closed his eyes.
Fang Zichen thought to himself: This person is truly more exquisite and captivating than the most delicate flower! His voice emerged slightly husky as he asked, "Are you happy?"
Zhao Ger nodded: "Happy."
Fang Zichen withdrew his hand and lay back down, his voice drowsy: "Happy? Then when the Ma family rebuilds their kitchen, we'll go blow it up again."
Zhao Ger: "..."
He didn't know whether to be happy or to sympathize with the Ma family a little.
The moonlight was still very bright. It hadn't yet been blocked by the dark clouds suddenly appearing in the sky. Light spilled in through the window and the roof, illuminating this small, narrow space. Zhao Ger listened to Fang Zichen's gradually steady breathing, opened his eyes, and slowly sat up.
Fang Zichen was already asleep.
His appearance with his eyes closed was very gentle, different from the somewhat sharp look when his eyes were open.
His features were extremely outstanding, his eyebrows and eyes strong and clear. Usually, he always had a smiling appearance, looking very unruly and carefree.
Zhao Ger gently traced the outline of his face through the air, his heart filled with thought: Such an outstanding person actually belongs to me. This is truly wonderful.
The next day, when Zhao Ger got up, Fang Zichen had already gone to work. It was Guaizai who called him to get up.
Zhao Ger went to the backyard and saw Guaizai squatting outside the chicken coop, chirping along with the chicks.
Zhao Ger touched his little face: "Have you had breakfast?"
"Mm," Guaizai said in a milky voice. "Father steamed little buns. They were good."
What kind of buns were they?
It was just the leftover dough from making noodles last night. Fang Zichen added some sugar, tore it into fist-sized lumps, and threw them directly into the pot to steam.
There was no shape to speak of.
Zhao Ger nodded. He went into the kitchen, there were still two... buns warming in the pot. His heart felt warm. He wasn't making blood sausage to sell today. After eating, he took some pig's blood to Zhou Ger's place. He came back at noon, had lunch, and then took Guaizai to the river to wash clothes. When he returned and entered the yard, he covered his mouth and chuckled.
Right now, the whole village was discussing the Ma family's incident.
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