The mist lingered around the bamboo building, the small window was hidden, the faint gentle wind recklessly broke in, turned around, and left again, a few dishes of small dishes on the bamboo table, a few small stools borrowed by the neighbors, and a pot of soju in front of the old eagle.

A few people sat in a circle, ate some, and left some.

The stool was very high, and the bitter thorny feet couldn't touch the ground, just waiting to swing around, holding a pork rib in two small hands, eating a mouth full of grease stains, and the room was full of his immature and innocent laughter.

Ku Jing'er looked at his gradually whitening eyes, suffocated on his chest, and his eyes turned red, and he took a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, taking the opportunity to hide his tears.

Bitterthorn was slightly stunned, he hung his head, put down the pig bones, and said:

"Sister, you're sad for me again, aren't you? I can feel it. ”

He suddenly remembered something, jumped off the stool, took out a few pieces of rice paper from the drawer, carefully spread them on the ground, and said with a smile: "Sister, look at it, I drew it." ”

The rice paper is full of portraits of Jing'er, perhaps because of the blurred vision, it always looks ugly, but the child is pointing back and forth like a baby, the sister in his memory must be very beautiful and beautiful, but the pen is crooked and twisted.

Ku Jing'er put down the bowl and squatted down, she felt her brother's overflowing happiness, and then held back her tears and feigned anger: "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that my sister bought for you are used for literacy, you don't have to study, what are you doing to draw your sister's appearance?"

Bitter Thorn pouted, put away all the paintings aggrievedly, and said: "Sister, while I can still see some clearly, I must draw it, otherwise when I tell others that you are beautiful, they will not believe it, and Mr. Li from the private school will not teach me anymore, and those brushes and inks are just right for painting." ”

Ku Jing'er held his forehead and asked, "Are you not well-behaved again?" ”

Bitterthorn raised his head, and put on the most determined appearance he could, and said:

"He asked me to endorse the book, but I can't see it clearly, what kind of murder he is, I've - I've worked very hard, I've obviously worked hard, he's still fierce, he also said I'm a liar, and scolded me for being lazy, but I didn't cry, sister, I didn't cry at that time" At the end of the words, there was already a crying voice, and the bitter thorn threw himself into my sister's arms, and presented the long-sealed pain in front of the dearest and most loved person without reservation.

Ying Long slapped the table, took up the bitter thorn's hand, and shouted, "Go, I'll call the shots for you!"

Ku Jing'er was about to stop her, but the old vulture eagle grabbed her first and shouted: "Ying Long, count the share I want to fight!"

As soon as Ying Long came out of the bamboo building, he asked: "Where is that Mr. Li? You have been wronged, I will call the shots for you, what are you crying about, you have a kind of, a real knife and a real gun, fuck him, a teaching gentleman, don't you know a few broken words? Lao Tzu is illiterate and has lived half a life, what kind of thing?"

Bitterthorn was a little scared, his hand trembled and stretched out, Ying Long supported him, regardless of whether he could keep up or not, the two of them walked through the sheep's intestine-like path, facing a long bamboo house, the sound of Lang reading aloud and rustling pages in his ears was endless, Ying Long pulled out the Meteorite Sword, and was afraid of injuring others by mistake, so he turned his head to Bitterthorn and said:

"You call the thief teacher out, I'll give him a few punches. ”

Bitterthorn puffed up his breath and ran in, Ying Long was so angry that before he could do anything, he heard a burst of laughter in the house, Mr. Li took Bitterthorn's back collar and threw it out like garbage, and then clapped his hands and was about to go back to the house.

"Stand there!"

Mr. Li squinted his eyes, raised the ring ruler in his hand, and roared angrily, saying, "Yoyo, little doll, please help!"

Bitter Thorn looked at the oncoming ring ruler, hurriedly blocked it with his hand, only to hear the sound of "pop", the ring ruler hit Ying Long's back, broken into several pieces, Ying Long mixed like nothing, his hands pressed on Bitterthorn's shoulders, and said: "You are still young, it is nothing to suffer some grievances, but these grievances can't be beared!"

Ying Long casually pulled Mr. Li's sleeve and took him off to the ground with great force, and the scholar's pipe hat fell to the ground, screaming and looking embarrassed.

Ying Long held him and threw him on the low wall, shouting: "This little doll can't read clearly, do you know?"

Mr. Li held a broken ring ruler, his glasses hung on his nose, moved back desperately, shook his head, and felt that it was inappropriate, so he nodded.

Ying Long smashed half of the low wall with a punch and shouted, "Do you know?"

Mr. Li trembled, waved the ring ruler in his hand, and hurriedly shouted: "I don't know, I don't know~"

"You don't even know how students can't read clearly, what else are you doing to teach?

Bitterthorn paced slowly, his face changed cloudy, hesitating, the little fist in his hand was ready to go, and finally felt that it was not falling, but he just roared loudly:

"I'm really working hard!"

On the way back, Bitter Thorn followed Ying Long, the past suffering was gone, he trotted to keep up with Ying Long, and after a few steps, he fell behind again, and ran up again, I can't say why, he can obviously follow behind Ying Long's ass, but he prefers to walk side by side with this person.

There are a few words in the throat that can't be said, there is a hero in the eyes of the child, and the outline of the hero has been bordered with gold light in his mind, what a domineering thing, if there is anything uncomfortable, just use his fist to reason, this is in line with the heart of the teenager.

Ying Long naturally didn't know that the situation in the child's heart had changed, he looked at the bamboo building at the intersection and said, "I'm almost home!"

Bitterthorn nodded vigorously, and was about to walk up when he heard a quarrel under the bamboo basket.

"Call out your family's bitter thorns, Lao Tzu is here to take care of it!"

Bitterthorn looked at the three or four men under the bamboo building, the leader looked like a bully, hanging on his arms, and the clothes on his body were dirty and torn.

Bitterthorn had just been baptized as a hero, and he shouted with his small chest: "Here I am!"

The bully didn't care what the bitter thorn had changed, he dragged him with one hand, pointed to the two little piglets in the yard, and said, "I didn't give you this little piglet!"

When Bitterthorn was pushed around, he realized that he was not a hero, and he was lost in his heart, and after listening to the bully's words, he nodded.

"I said to exchange these two little piglets for your sister, but you agreed, what?

Bitterthorn glanced back at Ying Long, and mustered up the courage to roar: "I didn't, you didn't say this!"

Ying Long sighed, there are always such people who spoil the scenery in a safe and stable day, looking at the attic on the second floor, Ke'er ran out and said: "Ying Long, the old man said that such a person's life cannot be spared, but you should be cleaner, don't dirty the yard, and there are still bitter thorns, don't let him see it!"

Ying Long smiled and nodded, pulled the bitter thorn over, covered his eyes with one hand, and used the Falling Star Sword in his hand to use the "Jiaolong Baidao - Hidden Sword!"

The lightning-fast shadow of the sword turned into powder and flew away against the wind.

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