Looking at the familiar scene on the road, the young man's mind was not here at all, he had already flown into the three earthen houses, thinking about his mother's smiling face, thinking about his father's backbone, the young man's feet were getting faster and faster, the long run made the young man's face covered with beads of sweat, and the placket in his jacket was soaked with sweat in the cold winter month, but he didn't care, although he was panting heavily, he still kept running.

Hurrying forward unwillingly, approaching the end of the year, almost no one was seen on the road, and there was no figure of labor in the fields, Zhang Zhenyi did not go home from the avenue in front, but walked the path near the riverbank, in his heart, he was very stubborn and did not want to look at the pity and ridicule of passers-by.

After running through a wheat field, the eaves of Batou Village were clearly visible, and the boy flew through the bamboo forest behind the house, and before he got close to the door, he heard bursts of scolding through the earthen wall, a deep tone, a hateful voice, everything seemed so familiar and hateful, mixed with a slight cry and the sharp cry of a baby.

The boy still remembers this gray moment, the mother sat helplessly in the corner and let the number fall, the little baby cried desperately in the thin cradle, and the father's dignified one-meter-seven man was scolded and pushed by everyone as a joke but did not fight back, for fear of hurting his wife and children, but at that time he was hiding under the table with a hateful face, looking at the hateful face, recorded in the depths of his memory.

"You are a dignified man, you can't even earn this money, you still have the face to come back, why don't you die, no matter what good things you say today, I just need you to return the money to me!"

"Why don't you have money to pay off your debts if you have a rich son, why don't you starve yourself to death!"

"Even if you go to sell someone, you have to return the money to me today!"

"Lao Tzu, don't get money today, you just think about it!"

"Big brother, do you have any money, you can pay them back, I borrowed it for you at the beginning, and I said that I would pay it back in one year, but now it's been two years, and it's hard for me to explain it to others, you also have to be considerate of your sister's difficulties."

"That's it, big brother, if you want to say that you haven't earned money for two years, it must be fake, just escape!"

Listening to these shameless words to the extreme, the young man's heart suddenly seemed to have been burned by fire, red-faced idiot, his face was distorted, and his eyes spewed a terrifying coldness, like a wild beast.

The young man slowly soothed the hatred in his heart, his face gradually calmed down, his long-term experience made him not as reckless as usual, for his parents, for his own future, this scene has only one choice, that is, to face, the calm before the storm, let the darkness come deeper, the dawn will always cut through the black night, illuminating the whole sky.

Walking forward step by step, like the boy next door, with a faint smile on his face, but there was a surge of killing intent.

As the voice in his ears became clearer and clearer, the boy's fist had already turned white with a hard squeeze.

"Mom, Dad!"

The abrupt sound suddenly sounded in the noisy crowd, like thunder on the ground, and the people who blocked the door suddenly saw a sturdy young man squeezing in, and their faces suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and then they heard the sound of their parents but they were stunned.

"Shinichi!"

Looking at the still young mother in front of him, the young man held his mother's hand tightly, Liu Ping looked at his son, who was strong and tall, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop staying, and he kept calling his son's name in his mouth, which was sad.

The young man raised his eyes and glanced at his father, who was smoking at the door, only to see that his eyes were full of helplessness and apology, his expression was gloomy, and the fingers holding the paper cigarette trembled slightly, presumably he was angry to the extreme, and endured to the extreme.

"Shinichi, why didn't you go to your grandmother's house?"

The father's familiar voice is as vicissitudes as ever, full of strong love for the child, but it seems so helpless and miserable.

"I'll go home and see the abomination of these brutes!"

The young man's earth-shattering words suddenly released the demons in everyone's hearts, like a Pandora's box that had been opened, bringing not only surprise, but also stormy ugliness.

"What do you say about a little hairy man who has no one to raise?"

"I'll kill you with your mother's mother?"

"Shinichi, that's what you call your aunt?"

One after another of the most vicious and vicious words in the world poured out of everyone's mouths like a frenzy, and several middle-aged ugly rotten girls even cried out like wolves, "Kill him, kill that uneducated grandson!" ”

The roaring shouts rang out far away, and in a short time, all the men, women, and children of the whole village ran to the door of the earthen house, blocking the gate, and more and more creditors, familiar and unfamiliar, from the same village, from the neighboring village, and even farther away, gathered here, these were the creditors who had borrowed money privately from the two aunts in the name of their father, but the father, who had always been kind, bore this heavy responsibility alone.

The words of the boy were passed on from mouth to mouth, and people were shocked by the boldness of the boy, but they also laughed at such ignorance and immaturity.

"Zhang Wenming, if you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation today, Lao Tzu will burn your whole family, and you, a son who lacks virtue, Lao Tzu will not be surnamed Shi if he doesn't kill him today."

"Civilization, you can pay us back, it's not easy to make some money, and it's not a way to be borrowed by you like this."

Different people, different faces, different ideas, but with the same purpose.

"Shi Laosan, what did you say? What did you just say? You give Lao Tzu a death! If you dare to burn Lao Tzu's house today, you will play with you if you beat Lao Tzu's son. ”

Suddenly, the silent Zhang Wenming suddenly broke out, his eyes were red, his face was blue, and his face showed a trace of hideous look, although the man of one meter seven was thin, but he looked extremely oppressed, and the tall man who scolded the loudest was so red that he didn't say anything in an instant, but the young man knew that the next moment, he was going to move.

However, when the man saw Zhang Wenming yelling and scolding at him, the anger on his face burst out suddenly, and he raised his slap and rushed forward, just when everyone thought that the thin man was about to be knocked down, no one noticed that a sturdy young man suddenly picked up the bench under his feet and rushed forward.

"Smack!"

Everyone watched as the stout man was viciously slapped in the face by a bench that was slanted in, and suddenly a pig-like howl rang out, only to see the man covering his face, and red blood spilled down from his fingers, which was shocking.

"You're going to kill me? What are you, dare to hit you Laozi! ”

The young man's immature voice exploded in the crowd, and then he was seen suddenly raising the broken bench support in his hand and smashing it hard at the man, who was accidentally beaten to his knees for a moment, and his face was covered with blood.

The little boy suddenly shook everyone like a ghost, and the women who were screaming happily avoided the young man's wolf-like fierce gaze.

"You're going to burn me? Or do you want to kill me? Yes? All of them are a bad seed! ”

In this gloomy age, the boy raised the blade in his hand and stabbed at the demonic abomination figures without discouragement, and in that brilliant moment, he violently spat out the regret and regret that had been hidden in his heart for countless years, and behind him, there was a wounded mother, and a growing sister, and--and a father who was as tall as a mountain but had lost his soul.