For the next day, Liu Yong's whole person was in a daze. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although he did not witness the tragedy with his own eyes, the people who were destroyed had no relatives with him. But just this news, with his age, he can't understand why someone would be so ruthless and destroy the door!

The Black Hand Gang has only seen Yao Nanfei alone, and there are only two sides. He's a thief, not a good guy. Maybe he should have been imprisoned in the prison of Kaifeng Mansion a long time ago, or he should have been sent to the miasma of Guangnan West Road or the unstable Kansai to go to Shibian. But in any case, this man is really not guilty of death!

Maybe when your things are stolen, you will grit your teeth with hatred, and you can't wait to kill all these thieves who steal things. But if you really give yourself a long knife, when you want to slash these thieves yourself, why not do you do it again? That's a living human life, after all.

People, they have always been knife-mouthed tofu-hearted......

"In the struggle for rights, human life is often the least valuable ......"

Liu Yong recalled the advice left to him when the old thief Deng left, and he couldn't understand that if his life was gone, what was the point of everything he fought for?

In the morning, Liu Yong was called by Meng Banxian countless times, but no matter how Meng Banxian reprimanded, Liu Yong looked stunned, and even the long ruler hit the palm of his hand, as if he had forgotten the pain and didn't know how to dodge.

Meng Banxian was helpless, and in the afternoon, he automatically ignored this student who "rotten wood cannot be carved", but Yang Zhang and Wang Yu on the side looked worried, for fear that Liu Yong's brain would be broken.

"Brother Yong, what's wrong with you these days? It's been mysterious since the beginning. It's better today, as if you lost your soul? ”

Yang Zhang took advantage of Meng Banxian's inattention, poked Liu Yong, and asked with concern. But Liu Yong didn't have the slightest reaction, and was still lying on his desk in a daze, not saying a word, his eyes were straight and he didn't know where to stare at. Except for the lack of gloom and vicissitudes on his face, Liu Yong's demeanor at this moment is simply the same as that of Deng Lao Thief in the morning.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Yu also leaned over and asked with concern.

“…… It's okay. ”

After a long time, Liu Yong spit out a sentence.

He didn't know why he was like this, after all, the Mafia gang that was wiped out had nothing to do with him.

Deng Lao Thief is like this, in addition to shocking the thief's ruthlessness, he also feels unwilling and angry that the case he has just found out is interrupted. Who the hell is the other party? Such an obvious premeditated murder can make Kaifeng Mansion an iron case of "accidental fire"?

So why are you like this? Liu Yong did not have the anger and unwillingness of Deng Laothief, he was an outsider, just a "little doll". Stepping into this case is nothing more than a quid pro quo for Deng Lao's promise to teach him a few powerful martial arts. But the case was interrupted, but he was not in the mood to care about what happened if Deng Lao Thief took the opportunity to play tricks, only an indescribable inexplicable feeling. It's not about sadness, it's not about grief, it's just uncomfortable, that's all.

The Emperor Song was a powerful country, at least now. Although the new emperor has been on the throne, natural disasters have continued, and excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes have been levied much more than during the reign of previous emperors, and the south is not very stable. But for Tokyo City, Kaifeng Prefecture, the world is still the stable world where their parents and ancestors lived, and it is still peaceful.

They are happy for the hundreds of thousands of young children in Tokyo. Because they don't need to go through the tragic situation of their parents being killed, killed, and plundered when the party members crossed the border to "fight the grass valley", and they don't have to go through the situation of several years of drought in Jingdong, where the grain harvest is out of the red land for thousands of miles, and the people who have no food to eat are easy to cannibalize.

They have never seen the true face of the world, thinking that the world is just like the story of Mr. Storyteller, there is always a Bao Longtu sitting in Kaifeng City, punishing evil and promoting good; There are always so many martial arts warriors who are strong in martial arts, and the knights who are flying on the eaves and walking the wall are fighting unevenly.

But on this day, Liu Yong suddenly felt that the world was not as beautiful as he imagined. A person who was still alive the day before yesterday was erased from the household registration in the blink of an eye, and it was so cruel.

Perhaps, this inexplicable discomfort is the price of growing up when you get a glimpse of the real world.

……

In the evening, Mu didn't want to cook, so he took Liu Yong and Liu Xun to the nearby Zhouqiao Night Market for dinner. After eating, I entered the Suzaku Gate and went to the state bridge for a while, although today is the beginning of the month, the crescent moon is still bent, and the full moon can not be appreciated, but the tourists near the state bridge are still not few, and the light of thousands of lights is very lively.

"This is a great place in Tokyo!" When he came down from the state bridge, Liu Yong heard two people with out-of-county accents on the side looking at the endless lights on both sides of the Bianhe River and sighed.

"Yes, it's much stronger than Jinghu...... Even Gangneung Mansion can't compare to a single cent......" agreed another tourist.

"Jiangling Mansion, Jinghu ......" Liu Yong whispered twice, then looked up and asked his mother who was holding his hand:

"Mother, when will Daddy come back?"

When Mu Shi heard this, he stopped and was stunned, then his eyes turned red, and tears couldn't help but flow out of the corners of his eyes, and then he touched Liu Yong's head with tears and said:

"Soon, Daddy will be back in Layue."

"But it's only September?" Liu Yong asked sensibly.

Mu's body trembled again, then squatted down and pinched Liu Yong's nose and said:

"Brother Yong, the moon will be here soon......"

……

When he was lying on his bed at night, Liu Xun not far away had already made a shallow snoring sound, but Liu Yong couldn't sleep for a long time.

After all, the exterminated mafia gang has nothing to do with Liu Yong, and after a day, Liu Yong has gradually returned to normalcy at this moment. But the first time he encountered such a sinister thing, Liu Yong urgently needed to find someone to rely on, someone who could comfort and enlighten him. Deng Lao Thief is obviously not good, looking at his appearance in the morning, he must still need the enlightenment of others. What about Meng Banxian? An old master who pursues advantages and avoids harm, if he hears that he is pretending to be a secret agent of the Imperial City Division, he may drag himself to Kaifeng Mansion to "surrender". The mother must not say it, because it will make her worry in vain...... Liu Yong never thought that one day he would have such a strong hope that the father who often spanked his ass would come back, even if he couldn't do anything, just looking at his tall arms, he could feel a lot more at ease.

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(To be continued......

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(Well, let me clarify first, Liu Yong is not sad for a day because of the destruction of the Mafia, it's just uncomfortable, it was mentioned in the original text.) The reason why this is the case is that Liu Yong is not sympathetic to the mafia, but he just feels that the world is different from what his parents, Mr. Meng, and Mr. Teahouse Storyteller told before. If the official thinks that it is a little unrealistic, you can refer to the age of the protagonist Liu Yong, who is only eleven years old. When I was eleven years old, it was hard to see a puppy being run over by a passing car on the side of the road, let alone someone who had met and talked to each other. )