81 I want to kill

Wei Gospel had seen the scars of being burned by asphalt.

There was such a scar on my uncle's arm, it was too small at the time, in my memory, my uncle's entire right arm, from the wrist to the shoulder, was covered with burn scars, like a bandage wrapped around the arm, and the burned place grew a thick layer of skin from the original skin, and the newly grown skin was twisted and deformed, uneven, and the skin on it was smooth and delicate, but there were no pores, like a dragon winding and circling around the arm, with a hideous and terrifying face, and such a big bucket of asphalt poured on the arm, At that time, I was in pain, I am afraid that I passed out.

Li Yuehua had palpitations, and while checking the injury on the little boy's foot, he muttered: "Fortunately, the asphalt in the pot is almost cold, this kid is not hot, he is wearing thick, and the asphalt is stained on his trouser legs and shoes, thank God, it's good that it doesn't get hot, I'm afraid it's scared."

The little boy couldn't stop struggling in Wei Fuhai's arms, trying to break free, he used his hands and feet together, waving around, Wei Fuhai seemed to be unable to parry, holding him in his arms with one hand, caressing his back with the other, and comforting: "Okay, okay, it's okay, it's not hot."

Of course, it doesn't matter if it's so hot that he said it, and it doesn't count if God says it.

As soon as the words fell, at this time, the people who heard the cry hurried over from all directions, and the originally wide open space was instantly blocked by the water, Wei Gospel looked up, only to find that with them as the center of the circle, the crowd surrounded them, they stood in the circle, everyone looked cold, domineering, and justice, and said: "Oh, what's wrong with this child, his feet are not hot."

"Yangyang!" At this time, a slightly chubby middle-aged woman squeezed in from the crowd, she snatched the boy from Wei Fuhai's hand, hugged him and cried heartbreakingly, touching him, tears flowed down her face, the boy gradually quieted down in her arms, and her crying turned to sobbing.

"Yangyang, Yangyang, where are you burning?" The middle-aged woman asked at a loss.

I don't know who interjected: "You see him crying like that, he must be not light."

"The kid is fine, the asphalt is cold." Li Yuehua explained, "I don't believe that when you touch the asphalt in the pot, it is almost solidified, and most of this child is frightened." ”

Everyone turned a deaf ear, as if they didn't think it was messy enough, and said: "Old Wei, I said a long time ago not to boil asphalt here, how dangerous it is, why don't you look at it."

Wei Fuhai was remorseful and anxious, the buzzing sound around him gave him a headache, and he said sincerely: "Look, I've been looking at it all morning, I just saw that the asphalt was almost cold, so I went into the house to eat, who knew that after eating, something would happen."

Idle people and others were talking: "Look at how this matter is solved."

When these people were fine, they called Wei Fuhai brothers, and as soon as something happened, they immediately changed their faces, as if they were Bao Qingtian, and they were selfless, and their six relatives didn't recognize them.

Someone suggested, "Don't delay, go to the hospital quickly, and get hot again."

"yes, let's go to the hospital and have a look."

"Don't care about money at this time, Lao Wei, hurry up and take the child to the hospital to have a look."

"I don't think it's light, a pot of hot asphalt gets on the skin, even adults can't stand it, let alone a child."

"Go to the hospital, don't worry about money for the two of you, look at the hot child, this child is really unlucky."

Wei Fuhai defended weakly: "This kid is really not hot, the asphalt is about to solidify, I don't believe you touch the iron pot, it's already cold, it's all because I'm careless."

Li Yuehua can see the way the door best, she knows the sinister heart better than anyone else, she doesn't want to waste her tongue, she calmed down a little, and said, "I'll go get the money." As he spoke, he got up and rushed out of the encirclement, returned home and took the money, and then hurriedly took the little boy to the hospital with Wei Fuhai.

After the excitement was over, everyone saw that the sufferer was gone, there was nothing to see, and another smoke disappeared without a trace.

The cold wind was cold, Wei Gospel covered her chest, feeling nauseous, she saw the footprints left by the little boy in the iron pot, the blood rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, she never thought about anyone with evil thoughts, first, she never cared about people who didn't matter to her, second, the books only taught her to learn Lei Feng, to pick up money, to help others, but never taught her how to prevent bad people, born as a human being, how can she be shameless to this extent.

"Second sister, second sister, isn't that Yang Longfei's cousin, what are our parents taking him to the hospital for?" Wei Siguo stood next to her, unable to understand, only to see a group of people surging over, and then "boom" and scattered one by one, waiting for him to calm down, not understanding what was going on.

Wei Gospel ignored him, let alone how to explain, the surroundings suddenly quieted down, what had just happened was like a comical farce, some people fanned the wind, some people lit fires, some people clapped their hands and applauded, lest the world be chaotic, but unfortunately it ended hastily, looking at the mess under his feet, burned into charcoal wood, mixed with dirt, lying in a dead ash.

Wei Siguo dragged a heavy wooden board on the pot, as if he was afraid that someone would fall into it again, Wei Gospel sneered: "Even if you burn to death, you deserve it."

"Hello?" At this time, a voice suddenly came out from behind, Wei Si raised his head too violently, as if he saw the light, and rushed past Wei Gospel.

"Yang Longfei, your cousin is not injured, why did he fall into the iron pot by himself, I touched it, the asphalt in the pot is already cold, he is wearing thick clothes, he should not be injured, my second sister's hands were also burned by asphalt before, she didn't go to the hospital, she should be fine."

The three of them were stalemate for a moment, Yang Longfei hesitated, calm on the surface, but uneasy in his heart, he never made uncertain promises, and said: "My parents drove them to the hospital."

"Your cousin should be fine." Wei Siguo asked in a low voice, as if the other party was Yang Longfei's cousin, just like he was also a relative, looking at this level of relationship, it would also be open.

Yang Longfei didn't answer, and looked over blankly.

"Wei Siguo, go home, don't talk to outsiders." Wei Gospel was not so naïve, and shouted loudly, Wei Si had a spirit, he didn't have time to think about it, he followed her blankly, and the two walked into the door one after the other, without looking at Yang Longfei, and with a "bang", he shut him out.