Ahead, there is a grassy slope, green and attractive.

On the top of the slope, under the big locust tree, a young man was lying on the side with his legs crossed and holding the grass, humming an unknown tune, and his singing voice was graceful and long.

More than a dozen sheep huddled at the bottom of the cliff, panting and humming, like dogs sticking out their tongues on a hot day.

The anxious Zhizhi and the grasshopper rubbed their wings together, fighting the hot weather together.

The heat of more than 30 degrees scorched the earth, and even the breeze that blew over had a temperature.

Stuffy, stuffy, stuffy......

Except for the word "boring", it seems that there is no suitable word to describe the feelings of the teenager at the moment.

The blue silk-like sky, with only dotted clouds, has the same effect as a few clumps of cotton scattered into the ocean, and it can't block the sun at all.

The young man chanted a few words, seemed to feel bored, stood up with a bone, looked at the whole hillside, but did not see where the sheep were, and in a hurry, he cursed, "Dog, don't eat good grass, I want to play peek-a-boo with Lao Tzu, wait, see how I clean you up!"

Woo-yo-woo...... Woo-yo-woo......

Several fist-sized lumps flew into the air like hand grenades and landed on the low-lying slopes.

Then, a puff of dust rose from the bottom of the cliff, bleating with the somewhat panicked and irritated cries of sheep...... Baa ......

The young man patted the dust on his hands, pointed at the flock of flocks that were fleeing frantically, and shouted, "Dog's day, such tender and good grass, you don't eat it, you want to huddle together, your head is stuffed in your buttocks, and you are panting, is it estrus or smelling fart? Do you dare to coax Lao Tzu like this without staring?"

It's hot, and people can't stand it in shorts, let alone a sheep with thick hair?

The others only came out to herd the sheep in the evening, and this young man did not know what to do, he had to drive the sheep out at noon, and some people doubted that he would not do anything good when he let the sheep out so early, either stealing people's corn and burning them, or digging people potatoes and roasting them, how could there be sheep herding on a hot day?

The young man ignored it, avoided the suspicious eyes of the villagers, hurried out, and went straight to the hillside not far from the village.

But it is also strange that the young man drove the sheep not to go to Yin Mountain, but chose the sunny slope under the scorching sun, regardless of whether the sheep were hot or not, they were driven to the bottom of the slope, climbed to the top of the slope and leaned under the big locust tree to kill time.

Seeing that the sheep were scattered, the boy went back again, lay down as he was, took out half a paper cigarette and a match from his shirt pocket, lit it and smoked it.

Bang Bang Bang ......

After a few puffs, half of the cigarette had reached the end, and it was about to burn my hands.

The young man looked at it a few times, seemed reluctant, and reluctantly took a sip before sighing and throwing it away, "Alas, shit, when can you get a bald man to smoke a pack of Su cigarettes?

Thinking of this, the young man's clear eyes began to cloud.

"Damn, stealing things from Lao Tzu, give me a ...... to death"

"Village chief, he's still young and ignorant, you don't remember the villain, just spare the baby this time?"

"Old immortal, get out of the way for me, can you spare steal......ing things?"

"Village chief, I'll kneel down for you, please spare my child, if you continue to fight, he won't be able to live!"

"Damn, the little one who steals things, the old one is not ashamed, get out of the way for me, there's no place for you to talk here, give me a beating!"

"Ugh...... Hiss ......"

"Village chief, come and see, this old thing vomited blood, do you want to send it to the hospital for rescue?"

"Yo...... It's okay, ignore him, just nudge it, look at his pretended appearance, carry people to the stinky ditch, don't dirty my yard!"

"Village chief, don't you look like he's pretending, let's send him to the hospital first?"

"Bolt column, do you have the final say here, or do I have the right words?"

"It's not ......"

"Come on, you just do what I say, hurry up and carry it out, you can't die!"

"Dad...... Daddy......"

"What's it called? See, you steal things and cause him to be beaten, remember to do anything but you can't steal things, today for the sake of wealth and nobility to intercede for you, forget about this matter, get out!"

"This thing was stuffed to me by the dogs...... Let go of my dad...... Father...... Woohoo......"

"Haiwa, why are you spewing blood? When is my dog stuffing you with something? If I hadn't looked at you pitifully, I would have killed you dog thing! We dog leftovers have been doing homework at home, so we will fool around with you? Village chief, don't listen to his nonsense, stealing people, he stealing things, it's a stinky problem brought out of the womb, and it can't be changed! Who has ever seen a dog change its-eating habits?"

"He lied, how could such a valuable thing fall into the hands of the dog, it must have been stolen by him and wanted to sell it for money! At this time, he still has a hard mouth and wrongs the children of good people, he is underbeaten, leave him alone, kill him to relieve his hatred!"

"Look at this couple, one steals, the other shields, it's worthy of a family, it's okay here, everyone can do whatever they want, it's over the fun, go home and tell the babies that stealing is the end, don't be caught or heard by me, otherwise I will never forgive!"

Not far from the village chief's house, beside a stinky ditch, there were many onlookers, in the middle of which was a father and son, the father was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, coughing from time to time, and vomiting pools of warm blood. The son fell on his father's chest, wailing and shouting, "Dad...... What's wrong with you...... Father...... You talk ......."

My father's face turned pale, his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was convulsed, and his body slowly began to stiffen and straighten.

There are fewer and fewer onlookers.

The son got up from his father's chest, knelt on the ground, wiped the wisps of blood that was constantly oozing from the corners of his father's mouth, and pleaded with the onlookers, "Uncle...... Uncle...... Aunt...... Grandfather...... Save my dad...... Save him...... Uncle...... He's dying...... Help......"

The crowd shook their heads and left, until in the end only father and son remained.

The slower-walking villager heard his son's miserable howl, "Dad...... Can you say something...... Father...... What's wrong with you...... Father...... Father...... Wake up...... Father...... Whining...... Whining...... Daddy......"

My father never said a word again, and he was dead.

He was kicked out of his spleen by the village chief, and died in less than half an hour on the edge of the stinky ditch where the flies and maggots were rising and falling, and a sea of blood formed under his head that slowly coagulated but still had body temperature.

It was already dark, and because it was the beginning of summer, there was no moon, and I couldn't see my fingers outside.

The son was emaciated and less than ten years old, but he dragged the heavy and stiff body home, step by step.

The next day, there were a few broken grass houses in the house, and many villagers came, old and young, men and women, and it was estimated that there were hundreds of people, led by the murderer who killed his father, the village chief.

The father's funeral was personally handled by the village chief, and a man came to every family in the village to bury Qin Fugui in a big way.

Scenes of tragic and miserable scenes flashed in the young man's mind, his cloudy eyes became fierce again, and his backhand punch touched something hard and rough, and the pain was unbearable for a while, and he actually shouted out his voice, "Zhang Bald on the dog day, you have to make your family ruined!!

But immediately there was a burst of laughter like silver bells behind him, although there was obvious disdain and mockery, but the sound was like a spring breeze blowing into the young man's heart.