Zhang Yan squinted her eyes and frowned at the young man in front of her who was dressed in plain clothes and had a handsome face but unusually strong eyes.
"Ahem..."
Hearing Zhao Yun speak, the curtains on the carriage were opened, and Zhao Jun's pale face looked towards Zhang Yan's position.
"Hiss! Brother Zhao!"
Although this face is pale, Zhang Yan will never forget this familiar face until her death!
Zhang Yan, whose surname is Chu, is from the same hometown as Zhao Jun. Her parents died when she was young. She met Zhao Jun when she was eight years old, when Zhao Jun was also eight years old.
"Little pig, if you have nothing to eat from now on, come to me. You have lost your parents, but I have! I can take care of you."
Zhao Jun, who is only eight years old, calls Zhang Yan "Little Pig". He has no intention of leaving Versailles because he has parents. His meaning is very simple. If you don't have parents to take care of you, my parents can take their place.
The ignorant Zhu Yan was not angry and ate the food Zhao Jun brought from home. He had not eaten for two days.
"Okay, Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Jun skipped away, and Zhao Yun followed Zhao Jun babbling like a follower.
Since losing his parents, Zhu Yan has been disliked by his uncles and uncles. The family, which already had insufficient food, was even more destitute with the addition of Chu Yan.
The cruel uncles threw Chu Yan, who was sleeping in the middle of the night, ten miles away from the village. Eight-year-old Chu Yan cried loudly when she woke up.
He couldn't find his way home, so he could only walk in the direction of the sun, which he thought was hope.
"Child, kid? Wake up?"
A heavenly voice rang in Chu Yan's ears. He was so hungry that he seemed to hear his mother's voice calling him.
"Brother, what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, Yun'er, bring the pot cake in your hand."
In a daze, Chu Yan smelled a scent, which was the smell of his mother's pot cakes, and unconsciously he opened his mouth to eat it.
"He is hungry and can live with this pot of cake!"
Zhao Jun looked at the boy who was about the same age as himself and put the kettle to Chu Yan's mouth.
"My name is Chu Yan. I don't remember the name of my village. My parents are both dead.
I was sleeping at my uncle's house, and I don't know how I got here."
"Okay, then I'll call you Little Pig from now on?"
"Okay! Brother Zhao..."
Every time Zhao Jun came out from home, he would always bring some food to Chu Yan. When they were young, they also learned to chop wood and make a fire to cook. Although their excited little faces were dark after success, they were filled with happiness.
Chu Yan and Zhao Jun became the best playmates, and their carefree days were always short.
Less than a year later, Zhao Jun’s parents also passed away!
The confused Zhao Jun, the Zhao Yun who can’t speak clearly!
Zhao Jun's sky is falling! What should he do? What can he do at the age of nine?
"Brother Zhao, I will raise Yun'er with you. If I have one bite to eat, Yun'er will have one bite!"
Chu Yan, who had not seen Zhao Jun for three days, found him and looked at Zhao Jun, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning, and Zhao Yun, who was sleeping beside him.
Being young and sensible, he knew that Zhao Jun had become a child without parents just like him.
Zhao Jun changed from a child to a father and mother overnight, and he knew that he had to support Zhao Yun.
"Brother Zhao...Brother Zhao! Wake up! Wake up!"
Zhao Jun was covered with bruises and was dying. Zhao Yun would wake up hungry and cry every night.
Zhao Jun couldn't bear it, so he secretly entered the restaurant and stole a roast chicken, but was accidentally discovered by the waiter.
After a period of severe beatings, Zhao Jun staggered home.
Passing the roasted chicken to Zhao Yun and Chu Yan, watching them gobble it up, they smiled happily.
As a result, he was thrown onto the bed and passed out.
In order to survive, he became a thief at the age of nine!
Fortunately, the hotel clerk did not kill him, and Zhao Jun finally woke up after lying there all day.
Not only that, Zhao Jun often found abandoned children in the county, and the compassionate Zhao Jun took them all back home.
In line with the idea that raising one is raising a group, Zhao Jun is running around non-stop every day.
When he saw eight children already living at home, Chu Yan stepped forward.
"Brother Zhao, I will go work with you..."
Two nine-year-old children have shouldered the burden of a big family. With the addition of Chu Yan, the two people who have been working as chefs in restaurants for many years have eaten more.
It was not until five years later that Chu Yan became emotional because Zhao Jun brought his two children home again.
"Brother Zhao, we can't afford to support so many people!"
"Little pig, if I don't save them, they will die."
"But we don't even have enough to eat!"
"It doesn't matter, I'll eat less. Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu have grown up, and they can go out to work."
"Brother Zhang, you can't pick up children anymore!"
"Okay, okay! Little pig, I listen to you."
After all, when Zhao Yun turned twelve, Zhao Jun picked up a few more children as expected...
Chu Yan has been hanging out in the county town for many years, and he has also developed the ability to be as light as a swallow. Perhaps to protect his family, or perhaps not to go hungry, he joined the local bandit organization.
As time went by, my mentality also changed.
Dissatisfied with Zhao Jun's habit of adopting orphans, the two finally had conflicts.
"Brother Zhao! I want to go out! Go to Jizhou!"
"Little Pig, those children are just like us, they also have no parents..."
Chu Yan paused, as if he had returned to the time when he first met Zhao Jun that year, and tears could not help but flow out.
"Brother Zhao! When I become a human being, I will take you to enjoy your life!"
"Little Pig, I know you have been among those bandits all year round, but you must never do anything that hurts others unless you have to!"
"knew!"
Chu Yan is gone, and the best brother who has been by his side day and night for the past eight years is gone.
"I am from Jingzhou! The bones of this child are astonishing. He is a unique martial arts prodigy! I can take him away to teach him martial arts. As my elder brother, will you let him go?"
A few days later, a mysterious man led Zhao Yun to stand in front of Zhao Jun.
"Yun'er, do you want to practice martial arts?"
"Brother! I want to go!"
Zhao Jun looked at Zhao Yun, who was resolute, and then at the children behind him, and resolutely chose to raise these children alone.
"Go! When you come back from your studies, you have to take care of your big brother..."
Zhao Yun also left. The little boy I saw growing up has now become a young man.
"I...I...I killed someone!"
Chu Yan looked at her hands in disbelief and the dead body at her feet.
"Feiyan! Don't be afraid. I was just like you when I killed people. It will be fine after you pass this level!"
When the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, Chu Yan led a group of bandits to attack everywhere. With his self-reliance and strong self-reliance developed since he was a child, he had tens of thousands of men under his command in just six months!
Zhang Niujiao looked at Chu Yan and was very satisfied. This guy's emotional intelligence is frighteningly high. In just one year, this guy has grown at an astonishing rate!
With the partnership between Zhang Niujiao and Chu Yan, the team grew stronger! Following the situation in the country, they immediately marched to attack Jin County. As a result, Zhang Niujiao was shot by a stray arrow and was seriously injured. Before he died, he ordered his subordinates to respect Chu Yan.
Be the leader.
After Zhang Niujiao's death, everyone supported Chu Yan as their leader, so Chu Yan changed his surname to Zhang and called him Zhang Yan.
"Brother Zhao! Come with me!"
Chu Yan, with a hundred riders behind him, came to Zhao Jun's residence in high spirits.
"Little Pig, tell me, have you killed anyone?"
"Kill! Kill a lot of people! They all deserve to die!"
"Let's go! Ahem...I won't be friends with you who kills people anymore!"
"Brother Zhao! They all deserve to die! I was right!"
"Whose children are they? Whose parents are they?"
"you……"
"Let's go, Xiaozhu... no, it should be General Zhang..."
It has been four years. This is the first time Zhang Yan saw Zhao Jun. That pale face made Zhang Yan feel heartbroken for no reason!
"Brother Zhao! It's me! I'm Xiaozhu!"
Zhang Yan rode across the crowd and came to the carriage with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?"
Zhang Yan turned to look at Zhao Yun. This child he had watched since childhood turned out to be so powerful when he grew up.
"You were so tired trying to support us when you were young!"
Zhao Yun lowered his head and murmured to himself, but Zhang Yan heard it like thunder!
"These people are distinguished guests! Don't make mistakes! Brother Zhao! Let's go up the mountain..."