In my memory, from the moment I fell to the ground, I, a boy of less than six pounds, almost met the king of Hades. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I heard that when I was born, my face was purple, and in the face of the gossip of the neighbors, the eighth uncle, a veteran soldier next door, sealed the mouths of the people present with a machete, and then ran to the town to ask the doctor to save my life, and then snatched me back from the hands of the king of Hades.

When I was 100 days old, the elders who came to see me and named me said that I had a bad face, that the road in this life was not smooth, and that it was easy to fall into a place of instability, so my mother gave me a very awkward name -- Liu Xiao, and used the domineering spirit in the word "Xiao" to support my life, so as not to be as soft as when I was born.

For as long as I can remember, I haven't seen the old man who made me born, and when I asked my mother, my mother kept her mouth shut, and I didn't know if I really followed the character of that bastard, my temper was stubborn and stubborn, and I was a typical unforgiving person, unreasonable, pure bastard boy.

At that time, we were still going to school in the village, and the same table was called Yang Xiao, who was the daughter of the contractor of the fish pond in the village.

"Xiaozi, this is the steamed dumplings my mother made for me, you can try them too."

Xiaoxiao took out a box of steamed dumplings, and my index finger moved when I saw it, but the steamed dumplings also attracted other students.

It's just that people mix up ideas, and it doesn't matter if we mix up.

But if someone is more confused, that's fucked up. While eating, the bastard in the class, He Bald, came from behind, snatched the steamed dumpling box away while I was not paying attention, and let Hou stand on the podium to show off, in order to show off his invincible bear-like.

Xiaoxiao cried angrily at that time.

Staring at He Bald's bear-like appearance, I didn't say a word, I rushed up with my breath and him.

It's just that He Bald is tall and has a lot of strength, and with the coaxing of others, He Bald fell with a slap and directly slapped me.

"Xiao Ye Chong, I heard that your Lao Tzu died in prison, is it true? If you answer? I'll give this back to you? ”

He sneered and screamed, and I shook my head, red eyes, and raised my fist to it.

"****, your father is on death row!"

With a loud roar, He Bald Scoop was frightened, and then with a "bang", two blood lines erupted from He Bald's nostrils.

Seeing this, a group of coaxing boys were stunned, and as He Bald reacted and rolled around and cried, a group of boys ran away in an instant, and shouted while running: "Liu Xiao beat people to blood..."

I was awakened by the crying, my mind was blank, I didn't know what to do at all, and then I was taken to the teaching office, the director of teaching was an old man, the old face like dead bark was very scary, in the face of the scolding, I stood in the corner of the wall with my head bowed, and I didn't dare to say a word.

"Little bastard, messing around all day, believe it or not, fire you, say, why fight!"

On that sweltering afternoon, the old man yelled at least 100 times, and it was not until the end of school in the afternoon that the head teacher asked me to go home.

That night, I was surprisingly honest, and I was about to go to bed after dinner, and my mother didn't notice anything, but the peace was soon broken by a violent knock at the door.

Some old people were banging on the courtyard door, and my mother hurried to open the door, while I hid by the door of the main house and peeked.

After my mother opened the door, He Bald Scoop walked in angrily under the leadership of his son He Dabiao, and by the light under the eaves, I saw that he was bearded and looked like a ruffian, and his bald head was like a broken ball on his shoulders.

He Dabiao came up and yelled at his mother: "Your little deflated three beat my son like this, what do you say?" ”

With He Dabiao's support, He Bald took a step forward, held his head high, raised his head, and tried to let his mother see the wound on his face.

"What's going on? If you have something to say, it's all from the neighborhood, and it's good to say everything clearly. ”

The unreasonable mother seemed a little panicked, and in the kung fu of the adult's entanglement, He Bald looked east and west, and saw me hiding by the door, so this kid shouted to him angrily: "Dad, he broke my nose!"

He Dabiao turned his head and saw me hiding by the door, and then the rough man stopped paying attention to his mother, strode over, grabbed me with his strong and powerful hands, and carried me to the yard like a kitten and threw it in front of my mother.

"You are a deflated thing, you dare to beat my son, it's against you!"

He Dabiao yelled and scolded and was about to start.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing this rough man's rough movements, my mother stepped forward and took me behind me.

"If you dare to touch my son's finger today, I... I... I'm fighting with you! ”

In anger, his mother picked up the burning stick on the side and put it in front of He Dabiao, if he dared to do it again, his mother would definitely fight with him.

But He Dabiao felt that if he was shocked by a woman's family, it would be really face-saving to spread it, so this rough man rolled up his sleeves and came up to push his mother violently, which had the meaning of doing something.

Seeing this, my anger soared, and while he was not paying attention, I quickly ran out from behind my mother, hugged He Dabiao's fat arm and bit it hard, so that the sour smell on his body makes me remember it now.

"You wild breeder, dare to bite Lao Tzu, get out!"

He Dabiao, who was bitten, was very annoyed, and with a strong shake, he threw the thin me on the ground and rolled three times, and even the force almost broke my front teeth.

His son was beaten, and he couldn't bear it. His mother took the stick and poked him indiscriminately, but his mother had little strength, and before the stick smashed on He Dabiao's body, he grabbed the stick with one hand, pulled it violently, and threw his mother to the ground with the stick.

At this moment, the dilapidated courtyard door was kicked open, and then a figure flashed in, and when I saw someone, I was panicked and angry.

Eighth uncle Li De, in his fifties, used to be a soldier, he was upright, he knew his mother's past, and he was very good to our family.

Facing the eighth uncle, He Dabiao didn't dare to shout anymore, and He Bald next to him was also frightened by the fierce appearance of the eighth uncle.

"What if that wild seed hits my son!"

Although He Dabiaozi didn't dare to fight back, he still questioned at the top of his voice.

I saw that the eighth uncle rolled up his sleeves, his chest with an open vest leaked strong tendon flesh, his weather-beaten face was full of anger, even though his hair was gray and his cheeks were full of wrinkles, but his strong body still gave people a feeling of strength, which was worse than He Dabiao, who was in his prime.

After the eighth uncle came in, he saw me and my mother on the ground at a glance, looked up at He Dabiao, he ran two steps quickly, kicked at He Dabiao, kicked him directly to the ground, let him ride on his body, grabbed his collar, picked up the big fist of the casserole and smashed it on the bald head.

"The bastards raised by the son of a bitch are all from the same village, what kind of thing are you bullying them, damn it, how can Lao Tzu listen to the mess here, dare to love you, a king and a bastard, play prestige, believe it or not, Lao Tzu cut you!"