Grandma Tu Zhuo lowered her head and picked up the vegetable leaves on the ground, lowered her head and touched Tu Zhuo's head, and said, "Grandma will give you a stir-fry tonight, okay?"

"Good!"

"Grandma, they say I'm a wild seed!" Xiao Tu Zhuo had tears in the corners of his eyes, and finally said the pain in his heart.

Grandma is a lot older, squatted down to wipe Xiao Tuzhuo's tears, and said, "How can there be, don't pay attention to them, you are grandma's baby, remember?"

"Hmm!" Tu Zhuo replied.

At this time, a family happened to be passing by to buy vegetables, and the woman secretly laughed: "The old woman is not rich herself, and she still raises a wild seed, son, don't play with them, it's really unlucky!"

The woman was about to pull her son and leave, but the child was naughty, kicked on Grandma Tu Zhuo, and laughed: "This kind of person lives next door to us, and I feel bad luck when I think about it!"

The old man was already in his old age and was kicked to the ground, Xiao Tu Zhuo immediately stepped forward and punched the child, and said angrily: "Don't beat my grandma!"

How could the woman of the family tolerate her son being beaten, and immediately kicked Xiao Tu to the ground, scolding: "This wild seed that kills a thousand knives also dares to beat my son?

The woman kicked and scolded, and Tu Zhuo's three-year-old body rolled into a ball on the ground, which at first glance looked like a ball of blood and mud, terrifying and pitiful, but Tu Zhuo couldn't bear to scream, and what could be seen that this was a living person was the pair of dark and bright eyes.

The woman was fighting, catching up with the time when the men in the village went down to the field to go home, and there was a circle of people around her, and the crowd suddenly talked about it, some expressed sympathy, some said that they should fight, but more of it was numbness, it was the numbness of seeing the world cold, the weak and the strong.

"What's the matter? What are you doing?" said the man who spoke standing beside the woman and the child, who seemed to be the husband of the family.

The woman fell into the man's arms, crying and crying: "Xianggong, you haven't seen this wild seed beating our son, it's so fierce, you see, our son's face is bruised, woo woo!"

When the man heard this, he immediately became angry, and kicked Tu Zhuo three more times, the man's strength was great, Tu Zhuo endured the pain for a long time, and finally fell a tear silently.

Grandma Tu Zhuo finally stood up at this time, and she couldn't say a word when she bent over and hurt, so she only walked in the direction of Tu Zhuo with difficulty, wanting to protect her grandson immediately.

But who knew that before he walked to Tu Zhuo's side, the man of the family kicked Tu Zhuo's grandmother three times with the same strength, and the old man's bones made a crisp clicking sound, and he immediately fell to the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to scream in pain, his eyes were always open, and he seemed to be out of breath.

There was another discussion around:

"It's too ruthless!"

"yes! You can't beat this old man so hard!"

"These two are out of breath, aren't they? Oh my God!"

"If there is anything, it should be beaten, and the son of that family has also beaten our son!"

"Come on, if it weren't for your son's dumb and wild seed all day long, would they beat you for no reason?"

The woman of that family was also frightened, so she grabbed the man of that family and said, "Xianggong, forget it, it's not good if you really make trouble!

After the woman finished speaking, she pulled the man and turned around and left, and after the family left, most of the villagers around went back to their respective houses to eat, and this disaster, which belonged only to two people, became a mere sight for most people, and a farce of laughter became a conversation after tea and dinner.

The few villagers who wanted to help were also persuaded by their families to go back on the grounds of "bad luck" and "less provocation".

In the early spring weather, the rain came very quickly, and when the sky was all dark, the cold rain also poured down, and Xiao Tu Zhuo was drenched in the rain for a long time, filling the mud and blood on Tu Zhuo's upper body, leaking out the thin coarse cloth clothes full of patches, and also waking up Xiao Tu Zhuo, who had been in a coma for a long time.

Xiao Tu Zhuo stood up with her small body full of scars and went to help her grandmother, who could only blink, tremble her lips, and be speechless.

Xiao Tu stubbornly pulled his grandmother, wanting to help her up and take her home, but his body was too small to pull his grandmother at all, he wanted to call for help, who could help him, but the scene just now was decided, no one, no one could save them at all.

In the middle of the night, I don't know who rang the alarm bell at the entrance of the village, which was a sign of the bandits entering the village, and all families closed their doors tightly for defense.

Soon, dozens of masked black-clothed men with knives entered the village, looting on a large scale, screaming, pleading, firelight, knife light, chaos, seeing that they were about to kill the two ancestors and grandchildren on the street, Tu Zhuo's grandmother suddenly stretched out her hand full of calluses like bone foreskin, protected Xiao Tu Zhuo under her, used up the last strength of her body, and said three words with difficulty: "Don't!

These three words, exhausted the strength of life, this was also the last time Tu Zhuo heard his grandmother's voice, after a while, the two bandits arrived, Tu Zhuo clearly heard the two conversations outside:

"How did this kill an old woman, it scared me to death!"

"It's really unlucky, I don't have any money at first glance, let's go!"

"Wait!" Suddenly, a knife was plunged down Grandma Tu's neck, blood was splashed, and it was quickly washed away by the surrounding rain, the bandit took the knife in his hand, laughed twice and left.

Bandits are like this, they have money to get rich, they have no money to take their lives, the most important person in Tu Zhuo's life, the last bit of light, disappeared like this, and at this time he couldn't even cry, and he didn't even dare to call grandma!

It turns out that the despair of life is so simple, it only takes the unintentional actions of a few people to kill a life that is great for another person

He was only three years old that year!

Tu Zhuo's sky, collapsed!

In the second picture, Tu Zhuang is sixteen years old, except for godless eyes, he is a heroic and good boy everywhere.

One day, he was cultivating in the mountains, and suddenly he was bitten by a tiger, and since he was a child, he could endure the pain, so he fought to the death, wasted a day and a night, and finally killed the tiger.

That night, he entered the house of the family that had punched and kicked him, covered in scars and a small wooden sword of his own making, and draped in a tiger skin.

The family was scratched by him in his sleep with the claws on the tiger skin, and a few strands of blood drew a strange arc on the ground, finally in exchange for Tu Zhuo's first smile in thirteen years.

He kept the tiger skin at the door of his house, and after the facts were ascertained, the locals called him "the hero of the tiger fight", all praised, and even the woman who usually ignored him was faintly moved by him.

That's it, when you are down, everyone is sneering, and when you are developed, everyone is flocking to it. That's human nature.

So be sure to get stronger.

Tu Zhuo, who felt the pleasure of revenge, was a little happy, but the people he wanted to kill were not only that, from childhood to adulthood, all those who bullied him and his grandmother had to pay the price of their lives.