The wind in the fields was blowing, blowing a golden sea.

The soft yellow light of the setting sun fell and fell on the face of a young man, his eyes were bright, and there was also a golden sea in it.

As I remember, when he was a child, he also ran carefree in this wheat field. It's a pity that now he can't run anymore.

The young man sat in a wheelchair, his slightly pale face was a little melancholy.

"Sister, let's go back," said the young man, who did not know whether it was a dream or reality, because this was a life that had been repeated for more than ten years.

"Xiaolang, since you started playing games, my sister has found that you are much more lively and cheerful than before" said her sister, her name is Song Junmeng, five years older than this young man, and she is not his own sister.

The young man looked at the sky in the distance and said in a firm tone, "Sister, you wait for me, I won't let you work so hard anymore."

Song Junmeng touched the young man's head and said, "Well, I believe in you."

The two were about to go home, Song Junmeng pushed the young man to walk on the edge of the field, and the wind in the field lifted her long hair.

Several youths came out of the side of the road and blocked their way. These guys are the scoundrels in the village, they have nothing to do all day, and they specialize in bullying honest villagers.

"Yo, isn't this the sister and brother of the Song family?" Said a scoundrel at the head.

Song Junmeng frowned and scolded, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

Another smirked, "I like it!" ”

"Aren't you afraid that my father will kill you?" Song Junmeng said angrily.

"Your father? Hahaha" The splashers began to laugh, "He went to work in the brick factory today, and he hasn't come back until now, maybe something has happened, how many of us are still afraid of a dead ghost?" ”

"You fart!" Song Junmeng scolded, and stepped forward to kick the scoundrel, but the scoundrel grabbed her leg.

"Tsk, it's so white, it's so fragrant!" The scoundrel said, stretching out his dirty tongue and licking Song Junmeng's calf.

"Bastard!" Song Junmeng was so angry that he slapped the scoundrel in the face. The scoundrel was slapped in the face, but instead showed an expression of enjoyment, "The little lady is really energetic, I like it."

"Meng Laosan, look at you!" The scoundrel who took the lead said disdainfully, "Old rule, I'll come first."

The four scoundrels surrounded Song Junmeng, their eyes were unscrupulous and full of lewdness, as if Song Junmeng was already standing in front of them.

"What do you want to do?" The young man in the wheelchair roared angrily, he held on to the armrest of the wheelchair, and tried to stand up several times without success.

The scoundrel at the head came up and slapped the young man and scolded, "Waste, what are you yelling about? Kind of stand up and hit me? ”

The young man glared at him, and the anger in his eyes was like a devouring beast, which made the scoundrel feel a little timid.

Smack!

The scoundrel slapped the young man twice, and said with a wicked smile, "You cripple have eyes today, and the young master will give you a five-person field show."

The young man was furious and threw himself at the scoundrel's neck, but he fell to the ground and was trampled on the head by the scoundrel.

"Dead dog-like things, Lao Tzu will solve you first!" The scoundrel scolded, his feet were forceful, and the wheelchair young man gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Song Junmeng pushed away the two scoundrels who were blocking her, and stepped forward to hug the leg of the leading scoundrel, "Please, please let my brother go."

The young man at the head hooked Song Junmeng's chin and said with a wicked smile, "It's okay to let him go, you have to serve the master comfortably first."

"Sister, don't promise him!" The wheelchair youth roared angrily, he hated, hated his powerlessness.

"Xiao Lang, you have to live well! Be happy, you know? Song Junmeng's tears rained down, she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

"Sister!! The young man shouted hoarsely, and the scoundrels around him laughed insolently.

Do you love her?

A voice suddenly sounded in the young man's head.

Love? Of course, it's the brother's love for his sister.

No, don't you have the courage to face the true love of your heart? You yourself know that she is not your own sister.

The young man hesitated, and the environment and study from childhood to adulthood made him not allow himself to have such feelings for his sister, even if she was his cousin, but after all, she was a relative who did not come out of the five suits.

Song Junmeng's fragrant shoulders were half-exposed, and the seductive collarbone made several scoundrels gasp.

The young man struggled, tears in his eyes red like blood.

He has been running away, avoiding this feeling, not only because they are relatives, but also because he himself is a disabled person, and he can't give her anything.

Is this a dream?

Is this a reality?

The world in front of the young man's eyes was soaked in blood, and the four scoundrels were approaching his sister, and he hated, hated that he was a disabled person, that he didn't die in the first place.

Shout out, shout out your feelings out loud!

The voice urged.

The young man struggled, this was his heart barrier, a hurdle that he could not cross.

He looked at her, looked at her tears, looked at her helplessness, and his heart broke.

At that moment, more than ten years of feelings came out like a flood.

"Song Junmeng, I love you! If there is an afterlife, I will marry you!" He shouted.

The scoundrels were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Shame! Brother loves sister."

"Look at your nest, still love? With what love? It's better to let the master serve your sister well."

Song Junmeng was stunned, she smiled, like peach blossoms blooming all over the mountain.

"Brother Lang, in the next life, I don't want to be your sister, I want to be your wife" Song Junmeng looked at him, her tone was firm, she picked up a dead branch from the ground, broke it and stabbed the pointed end at her neck.

A few scoundrels were terrified, they had never seen anyone commit suicide, and if someone died, they wouldn't be able to eat and walk around!

The expected pain did not come, Song Junmeng opened her eyes, and Xiao Lang held her arm.

He stood up! Song Junmeng was surprised.

Xiao Lang took the branch from her hand, and with a wave, a purple demonic door appeared behind him.

After he shouted that sentence, he heard a voice and remembered many things.

That voice is.

Congratulations, you passed the test of courage.

……

The stone door opened with a roar, and seven wolves froze in place, their eyes full of tears. The scene just now was too real, and he still hadn't completely come out of it.

Lu Xiaobu stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, brother."

No one asked the Seven Wolves why they wept, and although they hadn't seen the test, Stoneface had already told them the direction of the test.

"It's a test of the heart," Stoneface said.

Everyone has secrets, fears, and hurdles that they can't get over. Lu Xiaobu is too, he also has the hurdle that he can't overcome, maybe others can't understand it, but for the person concerned, this is an insurmountable mountain.

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