Qin Lang turned around and looked at the glasses that hit the back of his head just now.

Raising his hand is a mouth, although Qin Lang felt that he didn't use much strength, but the glasses man's eyes flew directly and hit the car window, the window was not good, but his eyes were broken.

The man with glasses was fucked from his seat to the ground, blood pouring down his nose.

"Murder, murder, call the police." A man next to the man with glasses picked up the phone.

"Grass and mud horses, what a big deal, you still call the police." Qin Lang smiled angrily, pointing at the person who picked up the phone and scolded.

Sure enough, it worked, and the hand that was dialing listened to it.

The man with glasses on the ground got up, his chest was full of blood, and he pointed at Qin Lang and said, "Grass and mud horse, you remember, a few days is not too late." ”

After scolding Qin Lang, he yelled at the driver: "Malegobi, stop, you are stupid." ”

The driver quickly stopped the car, and the two of them got out of the car, Qin Lang saw that the man with the eyes was talking on the phone, and one hand was still drawing.

The bus continued to speed on the highway, and the driver looked at the rearview mirror and said to Qin Lang: "Brother, you are too impulsive, how can you mess with those two fools, the one who wears glasses is called Du Er, his brother-in-law is the director of the Mingyue Town Police Station, he is from the Chengguan Brigade, a few days ago because he broke an old lady's leg, and now he is avoiding the limelight, you provoked him today, it is tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest, I think you should not go home, hurry up and find a place to avoid the limelight." ”

Qin Lang didn't speak, he thought in his heart, and said in his heart, Malegobi, he didn't even pay attention to the mayor of Kyoto City, and he was fucking afraid of what he was good at, so he was in a hurry and burned their kennel.

After more than an hour of bumps, the bus finally stopped in Mingyue Town.

Qin Lang got out of the car, carrying a bag of things on the left and a bag on the right, and walked briskly along the path to the village.

The crops on the roadside are almost ripe, and there is a scene of abundant harvest.

Qin Lang breathed the country air to his heart's content, feeling much more comfortable.

Qin Lang really envies those farmers who work at sunrise and perch at sunset, how good, don't think about anything, in spring, on a windless day, you can sit under the peach tree that is blooming and let the petals fall on your face, and let the puppy that comes over with its tail bite its toes.

When I was thinking about it, I had already entered the village. Someone recognized it as Qin Lang and said, "I haven't been back for many years, this is a return to my hometown." ”

Qin Langxin said, if he returned to his hometown in fucking clothes, he was about to ask for food. But he didn't say that, but didn't say yes or no, and it passed.

If it was really a return to his hometown, Qin Lang would definitely drive the car and swagger into the village from the main road, so that the bastard who looked down on himself before would take a good look at himself.

When he passed by the door of an old house in the middle of the village, Qin Lang's heart not only sank, but a past incident came to his mind again.

It was like a late autumn evening, and he was just ten years old. The people in the village had eaten dinner and were smoking and talking at the gate of the yard, but Qin Lang and his mother were still transporting corn from the field to the house.

When Qin Lang passed in front of those people, Qin Lang didn't know why, and suddenly an urge to kill suddenly came out, his eyes became blood-red, and he couldn't hear what those people were saying in his ears, but looked at all the people with vicious eyes, and his two feet were moving indifferently.

A second-rate man in the village suddenly jumped out and pulled his mother and said, "Sister, if you promise to sleep with me at night, I will help you do all the work in the fields."

The mother spat at the bald man's face.

The man came and pulled his mother, the bike toppled and the corn fell to the ground.

Qin Lang rushed over and bit the man's arm, the smell of blood made the little Qin Lang feel very excited, and with a mouth, a standard lean meat spit out of Qin Lang's mouth. landed on the ground, let the big yellow dog that came from the side hang in its mouth, and then ran away.

A heavy slap knocked Qin Lang into the ditch on the side of the road, the world suddenly stopped, Qin Lang looked at everyone's moving mouth, but he couldn't hear any sound.

This house is where the second-rate son who bullied their orphans and widows lived.

The courtyard wall at the gate had collapsed, and only the peeling wood was still standing.

The yard was overgrown with weeds and not a little lifeless.

There was a man squatting at the door of the courtyard, his hair was gray, wrinkled, his waist was bent, and he still had a paper cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were glazed, and if he didn't see the smoke spit out of his mouth, he would have thought it was a sculpture.

"You are Qin Lang......" The second-rate man's voice was old and hoarse.

Only then did Qin Lang recognize that he was a second-rate son who had bitten off a piece of meat by himself back then.

"You're alive." Qin Lang smiled and walked away.

There are many strange faces in the village, most of them are women, fat or thin, and they are probably daughters-in-law who have married from other places.

These little daughters-in-law greedily patrolled Qin Lang's face. It seems that Qin Lang is treated as a delicious and juicy watermelon.

Qin Lang walked through the most lively place in the village, and came to a stop in front of a courtyard in the westernmost part of the village.

The left side of the courtyard gate is still blooming Gesang flowers, on the gate, the couplet posted during the New Year has faded because of the wind and rain, and the couplet on the right has fallen half of it, swaying in the wind.

Push the door in, there is not a single weed in the yard, and the place near the windowsill is lined up with September chrysanthemums, yellow, pink, and prosperous.

"Mom." Qin Lang shouted in the middle of the courtyard now. Tears can't help but have fallen.

The little black dog came out of the corner, wagging its tail and barking incessantly, and it was clear that the little thing couldn't remember him anymore.

There was no movement in the room, Qin Lang frowned, and shouted again.

Out of the room came a man, twenty-three or fourteen years old, with long hair, past the buttocks. When the wind blows, it's like a waterfall pouring down.

The eyebrows are crooked, the eyes are big, but the skin is a little dark, probably because of the frequent work in the fields.

Qin Lang rubbed his eyes, the girl was smiling at him, there were too many indescribable meanings in her smile, and her slightly dark face became rosy. Qin Lang is too familiar with this kind of ruddyness, Bai Xiaoju has had it, and Rouge has also had it. That is the most sincere expression of a girl's feelings.

"You're back." The orchid spoke, and her voice was nice.

"Why are you, my mother?" Qin Lang's mind was full of questions.