"You are a rebel, you are idle all day long, gambling all day long, what do you want? I might as well shoot you. ”

In the courtyard of the farmhouse, a roar was heard, and an old man raised the wooden stick in his hand and pointed at a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and scolded angrily.

The wife next to him nervously grabbed the old man's hand, for fear that he would beat him with a stick, and at the same time kept wiping tears and persuading: "Feng'er, you just take it soft, don't be angry with your father anymore, there is really no money at home, you see that the furniture for the Zhang family has not been finished yet, they are waiting to ask for it, you can't add to the chaos." ”

The young man was an unpersuaded man, he jumped three feet, pointed at the two old men and shouted: "Two old immortals, don't have a son if you don't have money, and don't give money to spend when you give birth to a son, is there such a cheap thing in the world?" If you don't have money, don't you still have furniture? I'm going to pull it out and sell it. ”

"You dare?" The old man yelled at the young man with a stick.

"Do you think I dare?" The young man stopped paying attention to the old man, turned to look for the cart, and prepared to install the furniture in the courtyard.

"I will kill you, the rebel who deserves to be struck by lightning." The old man could no longer control his anger, shook off his wife's hand vigorously, raised his wooden stick high and hit the young man.

The young man was busy moving furniture, and the old man had always been thundering and raining, and he said that he would hit him every day, but none of them were true, so he did not take precautions.

Sure enough, as he expected, just as the stick was about to hit the head, the old man's hand softened. After all, he is his own son, he can be unfilial, he can't be ruthless, he can scold, and he really can't do it when he fights.

The stick fell lightly on the young man's head and did not cause him any harm. Looking at the young man's glaring gaze, the old man knew that he could no longer do anything.

It's just that the old man didn't know that although he stopped it, he provoked the young man's temperament. The angry young man stepped forward, snatched the stick from the old man's hand, raised it and waved it back, scolding as he beat back: "The old immortal dares to beat me, see that I don't want your old life." ”

The young man's anti-heaven behavior made the old man helplessly squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and two lines of tears couldn't help but flow down, he didn't expect that the doting in the past would bring such a result, is this his son?

The old woman next to her was also in a hurry, and wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound because of excitement.

Seeing that the wooden stick was about to hit the old man, and the sorrow of the world was about to be staged, suddenly a yellow thunder fell from the clear sky, and quickly hit the young man.

Looking at the young man who was languishing and fell to the ground, the old man and his wife were all stunned, this kind of change was something they never expected.

Although the son is not successful, and the two of them have more resentment towards him, but after all, he is his own child, as a parent, who wants to see his son die with his own eyes?

It's just that the cruel reality is there and can't be changed, this kind of thunderbolt on a sunny day must not even be able to stand it!

The old woman couldn't bear it at first, and she fainted when her body was crooked.

The old man was still stiff-mouthed: "It's good to chop, chop you to death, and save yourself from harming people in the future." But before his words fell, his body weakened and he fainted to the ground.

The autumn wind was whining, the leaves were falling, and no one noticed these outside the dilapidated courtyard walls, only the bleak red sun staring coldly, as if nothing had anything to do with it.