What a spectacle! One tall and one short, one big and one small, what do two people do? Everyone doesn't know why, there are no martial arts TV movies in this era, and Jin Daxia's novels have not been circulated. Everyone just looked at the two of them curiously. The hairy dog's forehead was sweating like rain, and his arms trembled. Hong Yan's small body did not move, and the clouds were light and the wind was light. Anyone can see that the hairy dog is no good.

"Hong Yan, where is it? What's the use of a harrier? "Mother Li Yun's crying is intermittent, getting closer and closer." Second son, what about your eldest brother? Obviously, he had already reached the periphery, and in a hurry, he called out Xiao Feng's original nickname.

"Big brother is inside, and there is a wicked man who wants to beat him!" Xiao Feng still explained the location and situation of the eldest brother clearly and clearly.

The crowd automatically gave way to a passage. Li Yun stumbled in, followed by Hong Jianguo. The people from the production team called them and had already briefly explained what had happened.

"You're a two-pole, you know how to bully children. Why didn't the sky accept you as a demon king of the mixed world, why didn't the five thunders split you for a two-day stick...... Woo woo...... "What Li Yun saw was a big fist rushing towards his son. She grabbed one of the dog's arms and shook it violently, and when she couldn't shake it, she bit it down.

The hairy dog was in pain, and he wanted to beat Li Yun with his fist. How could Hong Yan let him get his wish, a small step, and then a small footprint on his lower abdomen. The hairy dog immediately flew out, a mouthful of blood spurted out and was brilliant in the setting sun, and then fell to the ground with a "snap" and fainted gorgeously.

Li Yun looked at her son, who was shorter, in surprise. She saw her son's feet clearly, Hong Jianguo followed Li Yun and saw her son's feet, and then the hairy dog flew out four or five meters away. Is this still their son? Li Yun still came over to pinch Hong Yan's arm, touched his head, checked whether the parts were damaged, and finally asked uncertainly, "He didn't bully you, did he?" ”

Everyone listened to Li Yun's words, and lamented for the hairy dog in their hearts: "He didn't bully you, right?" Dear, can you see clearly, who is bullying whom? ”

"It's okay! Mom, Dad, I'm fine. Uncle Zhou looked at his younger brother and them, you go and pick them up! Hong Yan fingered the periphery. Hong Jianguo and his wife saw that their son was fine, so they put their minds at ease and turned around to find Xiaofeng and them.

"Hairy dog, don't pretend! Do you still need someone to carry you when you lie on the ground? Would you like to be treated to dinner? Hong Yan touched the scarred eye that fell to the ground and pretended to be dead with his toes.

Who knows, hearing Hong Yan's words, the hairy dog actually sprinkled: "Killed someone, killed someone, killed someone, puppy R killed someone!" ”

The crowd laughed again. Hong Yan also laughed angrily: "Hairy dog, touch the crotch of your pants, are there any eggs?" Do you roll around like a? Don't say that if I didn't kill you, even if I killed you, the sky wouldn't fall. Master, I'm only seven years old, and it's not illegal to kill you, you really killed you in vain. I really want to die, the master will fulfill your ......" Hong Yan walked towards him with a hideous face.

The hairy dog retreated, his eyes full of horror: "Don't come here!" Don't come here! Lao Tzu will be a demon when he dies, and he will haunt you. ”

"The master is not afraid of the living, but he is also afraid of the dead! Cut! Hong Yan gave him a middle finger.

"The old Red Army is coming!" Just then, someone outside the crowd shouted.

Hong Yan followed the prestige, and the crowd automatically separated, and an old man in a grass-green military uniform came in. The red five-star military hat and grass-green military uniform were washed white. The old man was about sixty years old, with a straight waist and quite imposing, so that Hong Yan did not dare to look up.

"Hairy dog, you are getting more and more alive, and you are bullying the little baby. Hum! The old Red Army glanced at the hairy dog lying on the ground and snorted coldly.

In the end, he crawled out of the pile of dead people, and his tone was calm and full of momentum.

The hairy dog was like falling into an ice cellar, and he trembled, and said, "Old Red Army...... Old glossy ...... Uncle, no......"

Hong Yan didn't expect that he would be arrogant and domineering, rampant in the township, and the ruffians in the township would be speechless when he saw the old Red Army. He still has people to fear! is indeed a person who bullies the weak and fears the hard!

"Get out!" The old Red Army's voice was fierce and indiscriminate.

The furry dog got up neatly, wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked quickly. After a few steps, he seemed to realize something and slowed down again, clutching his stomach. Looking out of the crowd, he turned back and said, "Little cub, let's see!" Next time I look good with you! ”

What a thing, a dead duck with a hard beak!

"Is it true that the green mountains do not change the green water and flow for a long time, and he must get it back today?" Hong Yan grinned, picked up the egg-sized dirt on the ground, and threw it at the hairy dog who had already walked more than twenty steps, hitting him in the back of the head. The soil was soft and scattered, but it did not leave any new wounds.

This is obviously the child's heart. Hong Yan is also heartbroken, the two big solidarities that his father finally borrowed are gone!

The old Red Army looked at it and smiled: "Little baby, you have good skills!" ”

The onlookers saw the main protagonist dragging his feet away, looking at the 7-year-old boy with complicated eyes, and communicating with each other about what they saw today, which seemed to be more enjoyable than watching a movie. When people go home and calm down, they remember where is the trigger of today's conflict, the hemp harrier?

"Hello Grandpa Wu!" Hong Yan's voice is still very loud.

"Hehe, the little doll knows me?" Wu Dehou asked with half-squinted eyes.

"Grandpa Wu is a well-known good man, a great proletarian warrior, climbing snowy mountains and grasslands, fighting Japanese devils, and fighting with the rice guys. The book says that without you and your comrades-in-arms throwing their heads and spilling blood, we would not have the happy life we have today! Hong Yan spoke fluently and without delay. Although he did not directly answer his question, the meaning was self-explanatory.

"Haha, what a good man. That's history, and it's okay not to mention it. Wu Dehou laughed, but also seemed to be a little sad. In fact, I am sighing in my heart, "Is your life happy today?" ”

"Grandpa Wu, history cannot bury those heroes forever, and we must not forget the various efforts made by our ancestors for the sake of the country's self-reliance. You are an example for us to follow. Tell us your heroic story when you have time! ”

"Good! Good! Good! Don't be too bad old man, I'll be long-winded, and I'll also set up a small dragon gate array for you! ”

"Then I have to come, Grandpa Wu! Don't play Raiha then! ”

Hong Jianguo thanked Zhou Dasheng and made an appointment to drink another day. Then, he took his wife and children to join Hong Yan. Seeing that his son was old and young with the old Red Army, he talked very happily and did not disturb. It seemed that the two were coming to an end, so he and the old Red Army Wu Dehou greeted him and introduced his father. The old Red Army played "haha", however, it was clearly unfamiliar.

"Little baby, the kung fu is not weak! There's nothing wrong with the dog, right? Wu Dehou praised. Perhaps the latter question is the point.

"It's not a big problem, I can go back and lie down for three or five days at most and recover."

"Grandpa Wu knows that you are measured, and teach him a long memory. Alas, speaking of which, I am still a distant nephew who is not a good person, and he has caused trouble for her mother. I hope that this time I will change my mind and become a new person! ”

When Hong Yan heard that he was the nephew of the old Red Army, his heart couldn't help but jump suddenly. In my previous life, I didn't hear this kind of person who relied on him to do evil and disregard people's lives. He was also impressed by the high morality of the old Red Army, and did not ask the teacher for his guilt, but hoped that such a lesson would be beneficial to the growth of his nephew. If history continues to follow its original trajectory, the old Red Army will be reinstated at the end of the year. Later, Hong Yan paid little attention to him. With the seniority of the old Red Army, many things are not understood by ordinary people.

"Admire!"

"You kid!"

The old man and the young man chatted a few more words, and Hong Yan knew that the old Red Army happened to come back from the commune, otherwise he didn't know what it would be like to deal with the follow-up of the matter?

"Grandpa Wu is in good health and has a lot to do in the future." The old Red Army sighed that his body was no longer good when he was old, and Hong Yan said with a smile.

"You little baby can also speak good and obedient!" The old Red Army said with a smile. Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, everyone loves to hear good words!

"You should also strengthen your physical exercise, maybe one day you will be invited to go out again to contribute to the country and contribute to socialist modernization!" Hong Yan joked with a smile.

"Haha, borrow your auspicious words. One day, I fought this old bone! "The old Red Army said that his waist pole was straighter, and it seemed that he was about to charge." Okay, little baby, it's getting dark, let's go home! ”

"Goodbye Grandpa Wu!" Hong Yan shook his hand, and now the old Red Army is gone. It's just that the old Red Army is a person, why don't there be any guards?

Think about it, Wu Dehou was sent back to his hometown because he was influenced by the old man in Wen G, how could he still have guards? Soon, soon a large number of old griffs will be reinstated, and the officials will be reinstated, or even further.

Hong Yan smiled at his parents, and then touched the little head of the third child. A family of six walked towards home in silence. The parents didn't ask, and Hong Yan didn't explain. When they arrived at the public house, they greeted their grandfather, grandmother and two aunts who were rushing to the yellow cypress tree. They were very anxious, and when they saw that Hong Yan was safe, they relieved themselves. The second uncle picked corn with more than ten people including the production team leader and handed it over for requisition, but he has not come back yet.

"Hong Yan, didn't my aunt say you, what does a Ma Harrier want it to do? Say, you are still a small baby, but the eldest grandson of the old Hong family, is it worth it to fight with a miscellaneous ruffian and a heavenly stick? As the saying goes, a big husband can bend and stretch. The aunt slowly counted her nephew.

"Got it, aunt! Thank you for your concern! ”

"Your baby begged to be beaten, and the family said thank you!" Grandma said and raised her slap and was about to be beaten.

Hong Xuecai looked at his son Hong Jianguo and then at his eldest grandson, but said nothing. In fact, someone has already sent the news back in front of the head. In his heart, he was shocked by his grandson's courage and bravery, especially the extremely high force value.

At the head of the house, in the twilight, Hong Yan found that the ancestor was holding his cane and looking in the direction they had returned, as if his waist was bent even harder. The uncle broke free from the ancestor's hand and ran over, looking at his nephew with admiration.

"Zuzu, we're back." Hong Yan hugged the ancestor's thin arm: "Zuzu, it's the great-grandson who is not good, so you are worried." ”

The ancestor still had the same kind look, and said with a smile: "It's good to come back!" ”

In the night, Hong Yan found that his parents' eyes looking at him were much more complicated, as if they couldn't see through the confusion, but they had some brilliance. What Hong Yan didn't know was that his crisp slap and stunning barefoot girl this night, as well as the "little master" who walked away, "Don't hit your face full of peach blossoms, you don't know why the flowers are so red" have become popular slogans in ten miles and eight towns.

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