Yan Shiyi lay on the woodstack in a daze, and a ray of light swayed slightly in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yan Shiyi stretched out his hand and touched the sunlight that slipped in through the crack in the window with his palm.

Yan Shiyi's eyebrows and eyes were bent up, it was so warm.

His stomach was still "gurgling", Yan Shiyi condensed a piece of ice and put it in his mouth, and the coldness of his mouth made him feel refreshed. However, swallowing the ice water in the stomach made the stomach throb even more.

How many days is this?

Yan Shiyi thought groggily, why didn't anyone come to take him out? Obviously, they used to be able to take it out in two or three days? Why is no one coming until now? Even if you have someone to talk to, it's good.

Yan Shiyi used his fingers to pick at the dry firewood under his hand, and his fingers rubbed the rough firewood, making a dull sound of "crackling and crackling".

He had been alone in the woodhouse for too long, and there was not even a mouse in the silent and gloomy woodroom. It's so quiet, so quiet that it seems like the whole world has forgotten about itself.

Yan Shiyi was fiddling with firewood, where is that sister? Yan Shiyi thought about it, did the sister who gave herself candy forget about herself?

Yan Shiyi blinked his heavy eyelids, no one had ever been so kind to him, and he really wanted to see that sister again.

"Squeak" ......

There was a sound of the door opening, Yan Shiyi turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The locked door was pushed open from the outside, and the dazzling sunlight poured in, which made Yan Shiyi, who had been staring at the door, look dark. He blinked vigorously, and after a few breaths, the vertigo of blindness gradually dissipated.

Is my sister coming?

But the figure revealed at the door was Mama Song, who locked herself here.

Mama Song carried a coarse porcelain bowl and walked into the musty firewood room.

The door behind him slowly closed, and after a brief moment of light was more suffocating darkness.

Yan Shiyi looked at Mama Song expectantly, did she come to take her away?

Mama Song paced and walked to the low wooden table in the corner. She put down the porcelain bowl she was holding, lit the oil lamp on the table with a fire fold, and then sat down on the wooden pier beside her.

The faint glow of the oil lamp illuminated the small firewood room.

It's so strange, Yan Shiyi looked at the faint flames flickering in the oil lamp. It's obviously the size of a soybean, but it can reflect the light of the room.

"Crackling", the oil lamp fried a lantern flower, and the dancing flames made the coarse porcelain bowl burst of light out. The sound was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, shattering the silence in the wood room.

Mama Song looked at the satin shoes she was wearing on her feet, and when she was young, she always wanted a pair of such satin shoes. But now she covered her face and choked up when she looked at it. Large tears seeped out one by one along the fingers covering her face, and fell on her bat-embroidered satin shirt, soaking the pattern that was less than 10,000 words.

Yan Shiyi also heard the cry, but he didn't understand.

He didn't understand why Mama Song was crying? It was obviously himself who was beaten, he was hungry, and he was locked up.

He couldn't understand why it was Mama Song who was crying.

Mama Song cried for a while, and then wiped her tears with a sweat towel. She looked at Yan Shiyi, who was pale and skinny, and her eyes were hot again, all of which were made by herself!

Mama Song paused, she thought about it for a long time before deciding to tell Yan Shiyi these facts, for the wrong things she had done and the wrong things she was going to do.

"I don't know what to call you, because you're not Miss Eleven from Yan Mansion! I don't know how long I will live, but I think I should tell you that everything is ......."

The oil lamp on the table shone on Mama Song's wrinkled face, and in the dimly lit firewood room, like a ghost in the night, it was a human addict.

"That year, Miss Eleven died, and Madame found me............"

In the dull and messy firewood room, Mama Song said quietly, how she picked up the abandoned baby, why she brought it back to Yan Mansion, and why she came here today, these causes and consequences gave Yan Shiyi, 1510 a clear explanation.

There was even a tremor in her voice that had been cried. But every word was like thunder, blasting Yan Shiyi's mind into a blank.

Silence returned to the firewood room, except for the crackling of the lights in the oil lamps.

Yan Shiyi stared at the beam above his head, where there seemed to be a huge beast lurking, it was looking at himself mockingly with its bewitching eyes.

Yan Shiyi closed his eyes tiredly, but his heart was as difficult to calm as if he had turned over the river and the sea.

It turns out that he is not the child of the head of the house? No wonder Madame never lets herself call her mother! Also, how can there be a mother who treats her children like this! There is also the "gelding" that Mama Song said, although I don't know what it means, but what needs to be "used to move the knife" can be better.

His stomach was churning with convulsions, obviously he hadn't eaten anything, but Yan Shiyi felt very nauseous.

Even if you left yourself in the wilderness back then, it's better to come to this dirty and disgusting Yan family!

Yan Shiyi opened his eyes, and there seemed to be more and more black in his eyes......

If Yan Jiu was here, she would definitely beat this kid crazy! Teenager, are you focusing on something wrong? Isn't the point that you're a man! Child! Child! This thing!

But six-year-old Yan Shiyi didn't understand what a man was! Woman! It! Other!

Mama Song knocked on the door and motioned for someone outside the door to come in.

The door that brought light was pushed open again, but in was a big man. The perennial slaughter of pigs and sheep makes this person have a fierce and banditry spirit, which makes people wary at first sight.

It was none other than Mama Song's son, Song Dazhuang, a pig killer.

In addition to carrying the gelding guy, this Song Dazhuang also held a plate of thin rope, which was used to tie the pig's trotters when the "gelding" was used to prevent the pig from being hurt and angry. But now the role of this rope is only the eleventh bundle of swallows.

"Mother, do you want to tie it up first?"

"No need, how much strength can a child have, just pour this bowl of anesthetic into his mouth and be honest!"

"Mother, can this work? I've only been a gelding, and I haven't tried it on a human yet, so what can I do if this is a good thing? ”

"Da Zhuang, it's not something you want to do now, if you don't do it today, it's our mother and daughter who can't live!"

"Okay, mother, I'll listen to you!"

Mama Song picked up the medicine bowl on the table and approached step by step.

"This medicine is a good anesthetic, and I deliberately stayed up for a while. You can drink it with confidence, and when you are done, you will sleep, and when you wake up, it will be over. Don't blame me, it's because I'm here you are. However, people are close and close. You also heard that if I don't, it's ours who will die. Don't blame me, I don't want to do that! ”

Mama Song broke Yan Shiyi's jaw, and took the bowl of anesthetic medicine like Yan Shiyi's mouth poured into it!

Yan Shiyi struggled desperately, he shook his head vigorously, dodged the medicine bowl that was constantly approaching, and kept kicking and hitting Mama Song's body with his hands and feet.

"Da Zhuang, help me hold his feet!"

Song Dazhuang obediently pressed Yan Shiyi's legs, even though Yan Shiyi was a monk with spiritual roots, he was only a child who had been hungry for several days now. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't withstand the strength of an adult, not to mention that there is also a Song Dazhuang who was born as a pig slaughterer.

The bowl of anesthetic was poured down after all, and the medicine was poured too violently, and a lot of it choked into the nose, and Yan Shiyi lay there with an uncomfortable dry cough. The tears that I had been coughing came out, and I don't know if it was because of the discomfort of choking, or because of his silence.

"Mother, do it now? Or wait a while? ”

"Let's wait for the strength of the medicine to come up, you go and tie his hands first, so as not to hurt you in a while."

"It's still thoughtful."

Song Dazhuang skillfully tied Yan Shiyi's hands and tied a very strong rope buckle.

Yan Shiyi was soft, he wanted to dodge the entangled rope, but he couldn't lift any strength at all.

Yan Shiyi shook his head, his eyes were foggy, and Song Dazhuang, who tied a rope to himself, began to become more and more numerous.

Who's going to save me? Can anyone help me? Yan Shiyi prayed desperately in his heart. He blinked vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

As soon as he thought of "soberness", Yan Shiyi suddenly thought of the ice cube he had condensed, if only this ice cube could cut the rope. As soon as he thought of this, there was a slightly cold aura in Yan Shiyi's dantian position that slowly flowed along the eight veins of the Qi Jing, and when it just ran to his fingertips, Yan Shiyi had already fainted unconsciously, and the breath only condensed a frost flower at his fingertips, and then dissipated.

The strength of the medicine came up, and Yan Shiyi's last feeling was a cold ......

Song Dazhuang ripped off the skirt on Yan Shiyi's body.

"Mother, it's really a boy!"

"The master's matter is what we are discussing, let's do things quickly, I can go home early to see my little grandson, and I also gave him a big gold lock!"

"Mother, he's still young, what are you doing with that waste."

"Alright, hurry up! If you continue to grind, it will be dark. ”

"Please, don't dare to boast about anything else, I'm used to it......" Song Dazhuang hesitated.

"Mother, that's a boy, without that, how will you start a family in the future?"

"Starting a family? If it's gone, maybe it's still alive! Madame is no longer the young lady of the year, Da Zhuang, you remember for me, if you want to live, give me today's events rotten in my stomach. Even your mother-in-law, you are not allowed to leak a trace of my breath to me. Otherwise, my Song family will die! ”

Seeing Mama Song's solemn face, Song Dazhuang also knew how powerful it was, and he patted his chest and promised.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't say it!"

Song Dazhuang untied the cloth pocket he brought, and on the cloth pocket were neatly inserted more than a dozen knives of different sizes and shapes.

Song Dazhuang picked and chosen, and finally chose the smallest half-moon-shaped scimitar. He sprayed a sip of the soju he brought on the sharpened knife, carefully wiped it off with a pure white cotton cloth, and then took some soju and walked to Yan Shiyi with an oil lamp.

Song Dazhuang put down the oil lamp, and then the faint light made a random gesture on Yan Shiyi's body, and he looked at his mother, Mama Song, with a slight hesitation.

"Did I really go under the knife?"

"Let's go!"

Mama Song couldn't bear to look at her back and turned away.

Song Dazhuang poured the soju on Yan Shiyi, and the strong aroma of the wine spread, but Yan Shiyi passed out, even if the wine was poured on him, he didn't move.

Song Dazhuang poured himself a few sips of wine to strengthen his courage, and then he picked a better angle and swung it down!

It's too late, it's too fast, and the door that I only heard at that time exploded with a "boom"! This is followed by "Smack!" "Smack! With two crisp sounds, Song Dazhuang grabbed the broken ribs and fell to the ground with a "snap". The knife he was holding in his hand thudged into his finger with a "swish" and went into the ground for three points! Song Dazhuang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat!

Who's this? It's so murderous!

"Da Zhuang!"

Mama Song screamed, and hurriedly ran to Song Dazhuang's side and looked at him for a while.

"Mother, I'm fine!"

Song Dazhuang covered his ribs and sat up carefully, but his ribs were broken, and he would be fine when he took it back. Compared with broken ribs, Song Dazhuang wants to see the "hero" who beat himself into such a situation.

Could it be her?

Song Dazhuang looked around, and there was only one more little girl who looked as good as a New Year's doll.

Yan Jiu walked up to Song Dazhuang and looked at this pig killer condescendingly.

"Miss Jiu, please spare my son, it's all my fault, if you punish me, punish me! I deserve death, let my son go. ”

Mama Song kowtowed anxiously, kneeling on the ground and begging humbly. As a member of the Yan Mansion, how could she not recognize the famous Miss Nine.

Miss Nine? Song Dazhuang was also taken aback, to make his mother so taboo, and to be able to beat himself like this, this Ninth Miss must be a monk.

"Da Zhuang!" Mama Song tugged at Song Dazhuang's sleeve: "Kowtow to Miss Nine, beg her to let you go!" ”

"Mother, don't be like this! How can anyone who is a son let his mother stand in the way! Miss Nine will punish me if she wants to punish me! ”

Yan Jiu ignored the mother and son on the ground, she bent down and picked up the knife on the ground.

can be so humble for his own children, and can be so vicious to other people's children. Yan Jiu didn't know whether to praise the greatness of maternal love or lament the ugliness of human nature.

She walked up to Yan Shiyi and used the knife to cut the rope that bound Yan Shiyi. She took a closer look at Yan Shiyi, it was very good, she came in time, and there were no important accessories.

Yan Jiu touched his chin, this kind of scene where the protagonist is unconscious and disheveled, which is in line with the setting of the "rag doll" in the novel.

It is said that many children who were subjected to domestic violence and abuse when they were children grow up and become perverts with unsound hearts.

Yan Jiu clasped his hands together in his heart and recited the giant "Amitabha".

I hope this incident will not leave a shadow in his heart, and he will be able to start a family in the future.

Yan Jiu shook his head and shook away those unrealistic thoughts, when is it, and he still has the heart to think about this! She pinched a "dust avoidance trick", cleaned up the wine stains and dust on Yan Shiyi's body, and used her cloak to wrap the quiet and sleeping Yan Shiyi.

Yan Jiu threw the unlucky man who was asleep on his shoulders like a sack. There's no way, his age is there, it's not realistic to "hold the princess" or something, if it weren't for the pity of the other party, Yan Jiu might have dragged the other party back to the garden with all his might.

Yan Jiu picked up Yan Shiyi, who was wrapped like a caterpillar, and walked towards the door.

But Yan Jiu tried several times and didn't move her legs, she frowned and looked at Mama Song who was holding her legs.

"Any idea what you're doing?"

"Miss Nine, you can't take Miss Eleven away," Mama Song cried sadly: "If Miss Eleven is taken away by you, Madame will not let me go." ”

"Then you think I'll let you go?"

Yan Jiu kicked Song Dazhuang hard with his empty leg.

Song Dazhuang's calf folded in response, "Ah! Song Dazhuang hugged his broken calf and turned into a tumbling shrimp on the ground.

"In the Yan family, you are not qualified to bargain with me yet."

In fact, Yan Jiu is far from being as "domineering president" as she seems, in fact, she is also bitter in her heart. Don't look at this Yan Shiyi who looks skinny, but he can resist the death of his shoulders, and his shoulders are about to be crushed! But there is still a "stumbling tiger" blocking the road.

Yan Jiu said sharply: "Don't let go yet!" ”

Mama Song's arm holding Yan Jiu finally let go.

Mama Song sat on the ground in despair, looking at Song Dazhuang who was in a cold sweat in pain, crying silently, how did it become like this!

Yan Jiu carried Yan Shiyi and strode out of Mama Song's sight.

Just as Tang Seng has eighty-one difficulties in taking a scripture, and what Yan Jiu has to do will never go very smoothly.

Yan Jiu was stopped.