Eight years later. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the far west, this remote land is widely covered with forests and mountains, so except for some small villages that have lived here for a long time, it is basically inaccessible.

And at this time, in an inconspicuous small village in the far west.

Next to a pile of thatch, an old woman with a wrinkled face was holding a rattan around the thatched pile and looking for something.

There was still a group of adults and children around the thatched pile, but they were staring at the thatched pile in the middle, with a playful face.

"What's wrong with this wild seed?" A meaty man carrying a hoe asked with interest.

"I heard that this wild seed stole Grandma Liu's vegetables to eat again, hehe, I can't kill him now." A woman in a coarse linen apron laughed.

"This wild seed has not been good since he came to our village, and Old Man Liu said that he couldn't have killed him." Someone in the crowd said again.

The old woman, who was looking for something around the thatched pile in the middle, heard this, and her wrinkled old face suddenly sank. She slammed the rattan in her hand to the ground, and said loudly: "Little wild seed, get out!" If I don't come out again, I'll set fire to this thatched pile! You just wait to die. However, in the face of the old woman's intimidation, there was no movement in the haystack. Seeing this, the old woman's face became even more gloomy, and she turned to the strong man carrying the hoe and said, "Help me bring a flint." ”

When the strong man heard this, he rubbed his hands excitedly, and said excitedly: "Okay, you wait for me." Then he turned and went quickly to the nearest house to fetch the flint.

After a while, the strong man ran back with a pair of flints and handed them to the old woman.

The old woman approached the thatched pile with the flint in her hand, and said loudly again: "Little wild seed, you can't come out, if you don't come out, I'll set the fire." Hey, hey, hey, if you come out, you'll suffer a little bit of flesh and skin at most, and if you don't come out, it's a dead end! But after half an hour, there was still no movement in the haystack.

The old woman's expression completely cooled, and she sneered: "Since you insist on seeking death, then it's no wonder that I am ruthless." So saying, he picked up the flint in his hand, lit a handful of thatch, and threw it under the thatch.

Seeing this, the onlookers immediately looked at the thatched pile in the middle with an expectant face.

It was raging, and in a short time the fire spread. The whole thatch pile began to burn, emitting billowing smoke.

"Ahem, cough, cough" In the excited eyes of everyone, a thin little figure crawled out of the top of the thatched pile, jumped down from the thatched pile, rolled around on the ground, and didn't have time to slap some fragmentary sparks on his body, turned around and ran quickly towards the outside of the crowd.

However, the strong man took the lead in front of the thin figure, picked it up, and threw it back into the middle of the crowd.

The old woman also reacted at this time, picked up the rattan just now with her backhand, ran forward quickly, and slammed it at the thin figure.

The thin figure of "hiss" was suddenly pumped to the ground, stirring up a pile of dust. After a while, the dust cleared, and I saw the thin figure lying motionless on the ground, and there was an extra tattered gap in the already tattered clothes on his body, and a trace of blood oozed from under the bruised skin in the gap.

The strong man stepped forward and kicked the thin man over, only to see that it was a boy with a yellow complexion, the boy's right eye was closed, but his left eye was open, and his pupils were pale. The most terrifying thing was that the boy had two horrible scars on his forehead that crossed together.

Seeing this, the old woman sneered: "Little wild seed still dares to pretend to be dead?" As he spoke, he raised the rattan and slammed it down on the boy's chest.

"Ahh The boy's right eye, which was still closed, opened instantly, grinned in pain, showed a frightened face, and hurriedly said to the old woman: "Grandma Liu, I won't dare next time, I won't dare next time." ”

When the old woman heard this, she said sarcastically: "Last time, you said that you wouldn't dare next time, and this time you said the same, you treat me as stupid?" ”

"But grandma, I, I'm hungry." The little boy pursed his dry lips and said.

"Tut-tut, we can't feed useless disabled waste like you here." Someone around said.

"I'm not disabled!" The little boy suddenly got up and looked at the man angrily.

"Yo, you're not a little timid, just your eyes, aren't you disabled? The scar on his forehead may not be the captive sinners out there! The man scoffed.

"I—" The little boy was about to refute, but suddenly the old woman snapped the rattan again.

The little boy's body that had just stood up was instantly thrust to the ground again, curled up in pain, and moaned from his mouth.

However, the old woman did not have the slightest mercy, and raised the rattan and whipped it down fiercely.

"Bang, bang, bang" In addition to the sound of thatch burning, only the sound of rattan touching flesh could be heard in the clearing.

The little boy could still let out a few moans of pain at first, but his voice gradually weakened, so that at last he only curled up, unable to even make a sound.

The old woman was also sweating profusely, and when she saw the little boy's half-dead appearance, she put down the rattan in her hand, snorted coldly, and turned to leave the crowd.

The adults and children who were watching watched for a while, and saw that the little boy had been motionless for a long time, and then he was slightly bored and dispersed.

As it gets darker, so does the temperature. The little boy in the clearing moved his fingers, and then it took a long time for him to slowly get up from the ground. The little boy limped to an empty cowshed and slowly lay down, but even then he bared his teeth in pain. He grabbed a handful of foul-smelling hay and wiped the blood from his back with his backhand, despite the sharp pain.

The moonlight fell, and the little boy stared blankly at the night sky, and for a long time, the little boy lowered his head again, and forced tears to flow, but in the end the tears still flowed down. These people picked him up from the mountains, and it was fine at first, but as the old woman's husband did not come back for a few years, the eyes of the surrounding villagers gradually changed when they looked at him, and even the old woman's eyes gradually became full of resentment.

It's not that he didn't think about escaping, but this village is in the deep mountains, and there are many fierce beasts in the mountains, and even some old people in the village don't know what the outside world is like, so how can the little boy get out?

The little boy didn't know how long he cried, but finally he was tired of crying and fell asleep on the ground.