Raised by A Considerate Fighter Chapter 1

When Simon Lin was 8 years old, his family suffered a sudden change and he was taken back to the Shen family mansion by the 20-year-old Owen Shen.

Owen is a gentle and rational person, and he is both lenient and strict when raising his children.

Simon has been with Owen for ten years. Everyone knows that he looks up to his uncle.

Little did they know that the taboo-like unspeakable delusion had already sprouted during the years of companionship.

He raised him and he loved him.

On the night of his 18th birthday ceremony, the usually quiet and aloof Simon mustered up the courage to ask Owen:

"I'm already eighteen years old, is it really impossible?"

Owen sighed softly and gave him the most gentle and rational answer.

"No matter how old you are, you are my child and I have raised you. You are my family."

Five years later, Simon left and there was no news of him.

When they met again, Simon suppressed all his delusional thoughts and obediently maintained his "family" persona.

Owen looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes moved slightly, and he laughed at himself:

"I didn't expect that at my age, I would have to learn how to chase people all over again."

Simon: ...

Who to chase?

Uncle, didn’t you say that we are a family?

later---

Owen smiled and asked him:

"Tell me, why did you agree to this?"

Simon had a cold face and ears burning as he answered stubbornly:

"It's not easy to chase someone. Seeing that you are old, I am afraid that you can't handle it. Is that not okay?"

Owen nodded thoughtfully: Okay.

after that---

Simon, with red eyes, buried half of his face in the pillow, gritted his teeth and cursed: "I said... can't you bear this?!"

Owen's gentle smile fell into his ears, and his coaxing voice was slightly hoarse:

"I am old and my understanding is biased."

"But being 12 years older than you doesn't mean being 12 inches older than you..."

"Be good and don't be afraid."

...

#Family and love#

#My world was originally a pile of ruins, you reshaped it with love, and the ruins became a happy city#

#My hot and secret love blooms a quiet flower in the dust#

Mine clearance: The story begins in chronological order from childhood, with a realistic writing style, a steady and slow flow, and a slow heat.

The protagonists have no blood relationship, are not on the same household registration book, and have no adoption or foster relationship in any legal sense. Their emotional entanglement occurs after they reach adulthood.

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It was late November, and the sky had already darkened completely. The mountains in the distance were reduced to a winding silhouette, shrouded by a dark sky, like a natural barrier that separated the world from the human world.

The desolate and quiet little mountain village, with its hazy and silent posture, seems like an eternal and lonely wait.

The night wind of late autumn was already chilly enough, pouring in through the cracks in the makeshift mourning shed. The coldness flowed up his sleeves and trouser legs all the way up his limbs, and Kobayashi Jian, who was kneeling in front of the altar, shivered violently.

He sniffed, looked up at the incense in the incense burner. The incense was still burning, so he silently looked away.

When he was younger, someone in the same village died, and he rode on his father's neck and was taken to watch the funeral. In mountainous rural areas, especially small villages like theirs with slow development and highly underdeveloped modern economy, when encountering such funerals, some old customs are always retained. The old customs are quite particular, with white flags, copper coins, and paper dolls to summon the soul. For the four or five-year-old Simon, fear of gods and ghosts was greater than awe.

However, today, the man who once lifted him up and sat him on his shoulders became the protagonist of those folk tales that frightened him. So, eight-year-old Simon knelt in the mourning shed, and in the bone-chilling night wind, he seemed to suddenly understand a truth that no one had ever taught him before.

If the person being worshipped in the mourning shed is your closest relative, there is actually nothing to be afraid of.

Even though he had been cremated and turned into ashes, which were placed in a square wooden box.

The night wind was blowing hard, making the dim light and shadows in the yard messy, and also blew the whispers of neighbors who had come over to "watch the fun" after hearing the news.

Someone whispered: "Da Lin had a miserable life. He was only 36 years old, not even his zodiac year, and he's gone just like that... Tsk, what a sin..."

Someone else echoed: "That's right. I heard that he was already dead when he was taken from the construction site to the hospital. There was no way to save him... He should have been cremated that day, but he stayed in the morgue for half a month and was only sent to the crematorium this morning... Oh..."

As soon as this was said, an old lady nearby who didn't know the whole story couldn't help but ask: "Oh! Why did you stop there for so long?"

An auntie next to the old lady stretched her sleeves, pointed her chin towards the woman who was standing next to the mourning shed and talking to some relatives, and whispered: "It's Dalin's sister. She said that he died on the construction site. What... Oh, a work injury. These days she goes to Dalin's construction site every day to ask the boss for compensation. She said that if the money is not paid, the person will not be buried. If it is delayed any longer, they will directly carry Dalin from the hospital to the construction site. They don't want to do this project anymore..."

"That's not wrong..."

"That's the logic, but the compensation seems to be covered by insurance. It will take more than ten days for the insurance company to pay the money after going through all the formalities..."

"...Then why was this person cremated in the end?"

Suddenly, a sharp wail was heard, interrupting the whispers of the people around. Simon's neck and legs were numb from kneeling. He looked up belatedly and saw his eldest aunt leading a few familiar but unnamed relatives to the altar. The relatives bowed three times in front of the portrait on the altar. Their faces did not show any particularly sad expressions. But his eldest aunt plopped down on the altar again, facing the black and white photo of his father, and repeated the words she had shouted countless times today - "Da Lin - my brother... Third uncle and the others have sent you here, open your eyes and look - look at your son... You left so easily, but you left this half-grown child to me. What should I do - Da Lin..."

After hearing Simon's crying and howling, the neighbors who were watching seemed to wake up from a dream and turned their attention to Xiao Simon in the mourning shed.

"Oh my... now that Dalin is gone, what will happen to this child? He is only seven or eight years old, an age that even dogs would hate. His mom is gone and his dad is gone... This is a sin!"

"Will the child not live with his aunt in the future? It was his aunt who raised Dalin for so many years."

"You have to listen to everything. Don't say that Simon lives with his aunt. Dalin has worked hard to make money these years, but he didn't save any. He gave it all to his sister. If Dalin hadn't given money like a tribute every month, how could she raise a child for her brother for free..."

The relatives who came to pay their respects were led by "George" to the backyard. The family had hired a chef who was setting up the pot and lighting the fire to prepare the feast. Xiao Simon was still kneeling on the straw mat. He had maintained the kneeling position for most of the day. His kneecaps were sore, so he relaxed a little and reached out to rub himself.

Taking advantage of the time when no one was in front of the mourning shed, Simon bent down and crawled into the shed. She squatted down beside Xiao Simon, deliberately lowered her voice, and muttered to him, "Don't kneel like a fool. Be smart! I asked you to be a mascot next to your father's photo, didn't I? You should cry a little when someone comes! It's either a relative or a neighbor. Who knows, someone might give you a hundred bucks out of pity! What's the matter? Your father is gone, isn't it worth it for you to shed a few tears? Do you really think there are gold beans in your eyes!"

Xiao Simon slowly raised his head, his pair of eyes like black grapes were dark and he looked at Simon without any emotion.

"Hey... why are you looking at me? Did you remember what I told you? Tsk, don't look at me like that. Your eyes... look like your mother's. You look like a simple-minded person, but who knows what's going on in your mind!"

When Xiao Simon heard her say this, his lips moved but he didn't say anything, he just looked away.

The eldest aunt looked at him for a few seconds, then made a disgusting "tsk" sound, and walked out of the mourning shed to the backyard, muttering as she walked---

"You inherited this stupidity from your father. You saved a life for an old man you didn't know and left me with this little boy... I wonder how my family will live in the future..."

The people who had been joining in the fun in the front yard gradually dispersed, and the surroundings became quiet again. Someone in the backyard was arranging for the relatives to sit down and have a feast, but no one came to call Simon. He didn't expect anyone to remember him at this time, and he couldn't leave anyway.

I heard from my aunt that he has to stay in the mourning shed tonight to accompany his father's "soul" who is still there. He also has to watch over the incense in the incense burner and make sure it does not go out. If he sees a stick that has burned to the end, he has to light a new one immediately. Otherwise, it would be considered as "breaking the incense", which is a big taboo.

There was no one around, so Simon slowly sat down on the straw mat, stretched his numb legs in front of him, and pounded them bit by bit.

He knew what his aunt meant when she said his father "protected others from disaster."

More than ten days ago, he was hurriedly picked up from school by his uncle and taken directly to the county central hospital. The distance from the town to the county seat was not short, so his uncle took a taxi for the first time and took him away in a taxi. An uncle from the same village also went with them. The two of them talked all the way. Simon squeezed in the back seat near the door. His heart sank in panic as he listened to their disorganized conversation.

An accident occurred at the construction site where Simon worked. Due to illegal operations by the tower crane installers, one end of the lifting beam became unstable after bearing the load, and eventually the upper structure of the tower crane fell.

At the time of the accident, a provincial delegation was visiting the construction site to observe the project. The workers on the ground screamed and scattered, the crane boom broke, and the huge steel beam fell diagonally to the ground. At the critical moment, Simon, who was running away, suddenly pushed someone beside him!

There was a loud bang that shook the earth.

13 people died and 25 were injured. It was a major production safety accident. The scene of the accident was bloody and messy, and the person who was crushed under the beam was too unsightly to look at when he was carried out from the scene.

In fact, under the circumstances at that time, Simon's position made it almost impossible for him to escape and survive. However, this honest, kind and taciturn young man, in the last moment of his life, showed the pure goodness hidden in human nature with his rough hands.

Maybe there was no time to think and it was just an instinctive reaction, but that push from the depths of despair saved another person's life.

Jian Kobayashi followed the adults and walked into the hospital almost in a daze. The surrounding was full of noise and chaotic voices came from all directions, gradually converging into an overwhelming sound wave. Amid the sharp and continuous tinnitus and the smell of disinfectant that permeated his body, the eight-year-old child was forced to accept the fact that he had lost his father.

During these days, the hysterical wails and the hoarse cries were intermittent but always lingering, and Xiao Simon was like a puppet with its strings cut, being numbly pushed from one person to another. No one taught him how to face this kind of situation, just like no one taught him that when he lost his loved ones, if he was afraid, he could cry out loud willfully and without care.

While the dinner was going on in the backyard, some people who had finished eating early were preparing to leave. When they passed by the mourning shed in the front yard, they couldn't help but take a closer look at the thin child. But then they could only sigh heavily and shake their heads, as if they had witnessed a tragedy or joy, and left after feeling extremely helpless.

The eldest aunt's family of four saw the guests off to the courtyard gate. When they turned back, he heard his eldest cousin mumbling, saying that he felt uncomfortable after eating too much meat, and asked his uncle if there were any digestive tablets at home.

My uncle replied angrily: "Ask your sister, don't ask me."

My cousin said it was in the drawer under the TV cabinet and asked him to find it himself. My cousin walked into the house and my aunt suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted behind him: "I put some change in the drawer. Just take the medicine and don't touch the money!"

"Got it!" He Zhou waved his hands impatiently, "It's only a few dozen dollars, who cares!"

"dmn it, if you don't want it, just take less." Another guest came out from the backyard. The aunt cursed her son in a low voice, put on a smile and went to greet him.

Simon knelt for most of the day. He was hungry and cold, and the conversations of the people around him were not very clear. But in a trance, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from outside the yard. The brief mechanical roar stopped for a moment and then the engine died.

Shen Changqian's personal assistant got out of the car from the passenger door, walked to the back seat, opened the door, and placed his palms on the roof, "Master, we're here."

The young man sitting in the back seat looked to be no more than twenty years old. The interior lights on the roof cast a clear light, outlining his facial features between a teenager and a young man. He had a high nose bridge, deep brow bones, a clean and firm jawline, and his eyes were obviously very deep, but the expression in those eyes was calm and peaceful, thus neutralizing some of the sharpness emanating from the whole person.

Owen nodded, bent down and got out of the car. When he looked up in the direction of the courtyard gate, the incandescent light in front of the mourning shed flashed in his eyes.