He Jianbin believed it and asked her, "Is this the medicine you just used?" ”

He Anan nodded: "Ah, when I came back, Mother Jiang applied medicine to me." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He Jianbin turned his head and stared at Fang Huimin, his face sank, He Anan was injured, and it was actually the medicine that Jiang's mother was anxious to give.

Fang Huimin noticed He Jianbin 's eyes, and her heart tightened, when He Anan came back, she was busy calling home, and she didn't pay attention at all.

Lying in bed at night, He Jianbin called Fang Huimin with words: "The children are now at a critical juncture in their studies, especially An An and Yaoyao, who are in the second year of junior high school, and they usually have a heavy study burden, so you have to take some time to take care of them." ”

Fang Huimin felt uncomfortable when she heard this, but now she needed to ask He Jianbin for help, so she could only stubbornly agree: "Don't worry, I know." ”

He Jianbin looked at Fang Huimin: "Your brother himself is not involved with the woman named Zhang Jing, and I can't use much strength even if I want to ask for help." ”

After He Jianbin finished talking to Fang Huimin, the anger in his heart dissipated, he was comfortable, holding the book himself, leaning on the head of the bed to read it.

Fang Huimin pursed her lips, eager to bite her mouth full of white teeth, and counted her uncompetitive brother more than ten times with hatred in her heart.

Who is the boss of the top ten, what is his name, this matter, just find a naughty boy who doesn't like to study, and you can inquire about it.

Fan Xuezhi has stopped playing ball at noon these days, and has moved the study time of the mutual aid group to morning self-study.

Every day at noon, I took a basketball and went out of the classroom with my classmates, so I turned around and ran out of the school gate, and took a taxi to go around the vicinity of No. 10 Middle School.

Wang Jun's family lives in the backyard of No. 10 Middle School, which looks quite shabby.

If you want to go up to the second floor, you must turn from the first floor to an iron staircase outside, and then pass through a slender corridor to enter the corridor.

Fan Xuezhi followed Wang Jun for two days, knowing that this person was a stupid fighter, relying on his height and strength, he led a few of his buddies to make trouble everywhere.

At noon, after school, Wang Jun and his two buddies will come out of the back door of the school and walk through the vegetable market together.

Fan Xuezhi estimated that if he fought hard, he and Wang Jun should be able to have a draw, he was not as tall as Wang Jun, and he was not as strong as him, and it was not easy for him to gain the upper hand.

Fan Xuezhi was ambushed at the corner of the slender corridor on the second floor at noon that day, he didn't wear a school uniform, changed into a normal casual clothes, put his hands in his pockets, someone came, he stood outside the corridor, a posture of waiting for someone, no one was there, so he looked down along the platform on the second floor, aiming at Wang Jun and not coming back.

Wang Jun, as usual, waved goodbye to his buddy, turned his head and ran up the stairs, entered the platform, turned his head and turned into the corridor, the place where he turned was a dead end, and when ordinary people walked in, they would deliberately pause, for fear of colliding with the people who came out inside.

It was just after school at noon, Wang Jun's class had a physical education class in the morning, and he played a class of football with a few classmates, he was tired and hungry, he hurriedly ran into the corridor, thinking about going home to eat quickly.

As soon as Wang Jun walked into the corridor, he felt a black shadow with the wind smashing straight towards him, he subconsciously dodged back, his body shook, and before he could stand firmly, the black shadow that had dodged before slapped his head again, right in the position of the eyebrow bone, and the red Yin Yin blood flowed down the wound.

"it!" Wang Jun's eyes darkened for a while, and after a pause, he relieved himself and roared: "Who is the special mother!" ”

He covered his face and bent down, and heard an unfamiliar voice sound: "In the future, let me see you go to No. 3 Middle School to find trouble, and let you go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife!" ”

Wang Jun endured the pain and looked up, and saw a figure wearing a vest and shorts disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Wang Jun's eyes were blinded by blood, and he didn't see clearly who the person who hit him was, a vague outline, and it looked quite strange.

Who is this man? Wang Jun covered his bleeding wounds, blood dripping down his cheeks and onto his clothes.

Before leaving, the man threw down a warning, telling him not to go to No. 3 Middle School to find trouble, he hadn't been to No. 3 Middle School a few times, and the only two times were to find Song Liang's girl.

it! Song Liang! Wang Jun grinds his back molars! Paralysis! You kid and I play yin!

Wang Jun didn't know who the person who beat him was, so he attributed this matter to Song Liang, he had an appointment with Song Liang before, but he didn't bring tools and did it directly, slamming his fists and feet, he didn't expect Song Liang to be so ruthless, he actually dared to smash him.

He looked at the bricks that had been thrown at his feet on the blood stains, and wrote down the account.

Fan Xuezhi secretly stuffed Wang Jun, the boss of the tenth middle school, and he never mentioned it to anyone, and if he took revenge, this matter will be turned over.

Fan Xuezhi didn't know that his brick completely changed Song Liang's junior high school life, and not long after this incident, Song Liang was stabbed at the school gate, and the person who stabbed him was Wang Jun.

Song Liang was stabbed in the stomach, fortunately, he didn't hurt his spleen and lungs, the knife was very deep, and he had been recuperating at home after going to the hospital for treatment.

Because of this incident, the two families had a quarrel, Song Liang's family was rich and powerful, his father was not at home for many years, his mother hid this matter, and she was in charge of her own affairs, and resolutely refused to accept private affairs.

Wang Jun was therefore admitted to the juvenile detention center, and one pass was a whole year.

Song Liang has a background in the family, no one knows what his mother said to the juvenile detention center, Wang Jun went to the hospital several times in the year he was in the juvenile detention center, and his arms and legs were broken, his ribs were broken, and the bridge of his nose collapsed and he was operated on.

Wang Jun was sixteen years old when he was released, and he had already been expelled from No. 10 Middle School, and his parents in the family borrowed money everywhere because of his affairs and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother to fish people out, but the matter was not done, and the family was completely hollowed out.

Wang Jun does not have a junior high school graduation certificate, he can't continue to study in high school, and he still has a criminal record in the juvenile detention center, and his life is over.

Wang Jun went home for a few days, went out at dawn, and only went home when it was dark, and no one knew what he was busy with.

Not long after, Wang Jun suddenly disappeared, and he didn't even leave a word for the family, except for a few changes of clothes, and a hundred yuan in his father's pocket, he didn't take anything else.

The day after Wang Jun left, it began to be reported that a correctional person in the juvenile detention center was stuffed while it was dark, his eyes were blinded, he had a concussion, and the person was lying in the hospital and never woke up, and the doctor said that he was in a vegetative state.

The police kept looking for clues, but unfortunately at that time, the monitor was not yet widespread in various businesses, and the murdered discipline returned home in the middle of the night in the middle of the night, and there was not even a passing witness, so the matter slowly disappeared. (To be continued.) )