"You're still dumb for a lame man! How not to speak! The child shouted domineeringly, "Whoever you go to will listen to, do you know?" This is my territory, and you've got to listen to me here! ”

The kid spoke fiercely and viciously, and at first glance, he didn't learn to bully others, Jiang Futing didn't expect that even a child would speak so maliciously.

It's like going back to a primitive society, acting brutally only on instinctive desires, and swearing your sovereignty.

The fist represents the right, and thus the all.

Jiang Futing looked at him indifferently, and didn't even bother to shake his head.

"You can't be really dumb, right?" The kid in the back muttered.

"Could it be deaf?"

"How can it be deaf! He just shook his head! ”

The child suddenly took a big step aggressively, reaching out to grab the branch in Jiang Futing's hand, and the malice in his eyes was about to erupt.

"Are you deaf or dumb?! Listen to me at this point! ”

Jiang Futing squeezed the crutches in his hand very calmly and looked at him without saying a word, but the coldness on his body unconsciously emanated.

"You let me go! Loosen it for Lao Tzu! The little boy exclaimed with a fierce look in his eyes.

Jiang Futing pretended not to hear it and pinched it tighter, but he thought that this child's voice was particularly stinging, and his brows were slightly tight.

His cold eyes unconsciously frightened the child.

The child's heart was stunned, but a bunch of small followers stood on the side watching the play.

He lowered his heart, clenched the sweaty palms, and the momentum was in the end:

"Loosen up and hear! If you don't let go, I'll tell my dad and let him clean you up! You dumb man dare to cross me! ”

The branch in Jiang Futing's hand was dragged hard by the little boy, and he lightly hooked the corner of his lower lip as if sarcastically, and then suddenly let go.

"Boom!" The little boy never expected that he would suddenly let go, and was pulling with all his strength, which made the person fly out directly backwards, and fell into a dog eating.

Jiang Futing clapped his hands, looking calm, as if he didn't do this.

A few other little kids on the side were also frightened by him, and each took two small steps back timidly.

The little boy suddenly glared at him angrily, but he couldn't hold back a word in his mouth for a long time, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

But due to the disparity in age and physical strength, he didn't dare to step forward, but he had never been slapped in the face like this, and the resentment and anger in his heart instantly surged up.

A pair of resentment that did not match his age burst out from his dark apricot eyes.

He could only hold his little hands trembling with anger, get up from the ground, and look at Jiang Futing like a poisonous snake, "You dare to hit me!" You're dead! I'm going back to tell my dad! Let him kill you! ”

Jiang Futing tilted his head, raised his hand casually, and made a gesture of please.

The little boy didn't understand, thinking that he was going to chase people after he had finished playing tricks on himself, "Click! He broke the branch in his hand and threw it to the ground.

He stepped on the broken branch and stomped it vigorously a few times, until the branch under his feet was stomped and cracked, and then he was reluctant to stop.

Then he did not give up, vicious police

sued Jiang Futing, "Look at how you cripple go back!" I'm going back to find someone! ”

After scolding, he turned around and pointed to the little children who were standing in place trembling and afraid to come out, "Let's go!" ”

The children left with a swagger that resembled the ducks at the door of the woman's house.

Obviously, he suffered a big loss at his hands, and his morale was still up, and he didn't know where they got their confidence.

Children of this age should have an infinite future and beautiful innocence, but in this smoky environment, they only learn to bully the weak.

Still, who is his dad?

If you can make him look arrogant like this, no one cares, and he doesn't look like an ordinary villager, otherwise other children wouldn't be afraid of being like that.

The summer breeze suddenly rustled from the branches with wind dust from the ears.

Jiang Futing was thinking about it when a slightly familiar woman's voice came from behind him: "Jiang Ting! ”

He turned his head and frowned slightly, didn't he say that he would come to pick him up at lunch, he wouldn't even sit down for half an hour.

The hostess trotted all the way over, but there were too many small stones on the road, and she couldn't run fast if she wanted to, so she stopped running and walked into the open space, so she slowed down, gasped and said, "Someone is looking for you!" ”

Jiang Futing's brows furrowed even deeper, according to Bai Tang's style, it was not like he would come back so early.

The hostess guessed his doubts from his expression, and before he could take out his mobile phone, she explained, "It's your other classmate." Said that you got lost with everyone, and he came to look for you. I told him you had a broken leg and couldn't walk, and he didn't believe it, so he had to see you now. ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, his heart suddenly became uneasy, no one knew that he came here except for Bai Tang, who would come to find him?

also pretended to be his classmate.

He took out his mobile phone and typed quickly: "Who is he?" ”

The look on the hostess's face has been anxious from the beginning to the present: "He didn't say it, your classmate looks quite timid, and he hasn't dared to say a word more." ”

Jiang Futing's doubts deepened, "Where is he?" ”

"At the entrance of the village, strangers are not allowed to enter the village, or I will take you to take a look, maybe it is really your classmate, I see that he is so young, and he is dressed like you for about the same age."

The woman couldn't wait to say, wishing that he could be taken back by his classmates in the next second.

He knew that this woman had good intentions and didn't want him to stay in this ghost place for long, but the more this happened, it just showed that there was something wrong with this place, and the more he wanted to stay here.

Jiang Futing nodded unhurriedly, then stood up and jumped forward slowly on one foot.

The woman subconsciously tried to hold him, but when she stretched out into the air and remembered the previous moment, her hand was embarrassed and she took it back, "Where is your branch?" ”

Jiang Futing jumped on the spot, stabilized his figure, turned around and pointed to the remains of the tree branches that had just been stomped on······

The woman didn't know what had just happened, but when she saw Jiang Futing's stinky face when she came, she didn't ask much.

Jiang Futing was not in a hurry at all

You have to jump forward, stop and stop, perfectly avoid every stumbling block, and you can step on the middle of the gap with your foothold, and his leisurely appearance is similar to that of an old man who exercises in the park.

In contrast, the woman would have gone in circles under the tree from which one had come to pick up the branch that was thicker than it had just been, and hurried to hand it to him.

"Here, you can take this conveniently. Hurry up! In case that classmate of yours can't wait to leave. There are very few outsiders in this village, and it is generally not very welcoming to see outsiders come in. ”

As soon as she reminded her, Jiang Futing had crutches but his speed was even slower, and he didn't jump as fast as he jumped on one foot in front of him, moving one step at a time, crutching, and stretching his legs again.

He was full of doubts about the man who was looking for him.

If the man really had something to do with him, he would certainly not be in a hurry for this moment.

If the person is gone, it may be that when he and Bai Tang were wandering around in the mountains and forests yesterday, they happened to be seen by unrelated people, and they would come to the door to remind them.

Or this person who accidentally bumped into them may be from this village, and this will deliberately deceive him and test him in this way.

Along the way, Jiang Futing's mind had already flashed countless possibilities.

The hostess's house is not too far from the entrance of the village, as long as she crosses her yard from the open space, there is not much way, and the normal walk only takes more than five minutes, but Jiang Futing gave full play to the strength of the lame man and touched it for nearly twenty minutes to arrive.

The women who took care of him all the way were tired, and the back of the thin undershirt was all soaked.

It's just him, what he looks like when he goes out, what he still looks like now, not to mention clothes, and his hairstyle is not messy.

His face was so indifferent that he was not surprised.

Before he reached the gate of the village, he saw the crowd of people gathered around the door.

"Pretty brother is here!" A small child who was being led by a parent suddenly shouted when he saw him.

"What a beautiful brother, don't scream! What's the use of looking good, you see that thin person doesn't pull a few, and he has a broken foot, what kind of work can he do, he can't farm the land, he can't pull the goods, he just keeps it at home and eats rice for you! The mother who was holding him immediately gagged him and reprimanded.

The child was aggrieved by her, and immediately did not dare to squeak, as if he was not convinced, and made a vengeful grimace while his mother's attention was not on him.

After making a grimace, he immediately came back to his senses and looked at Jiang Futing curiously.

Although everyone dislikes the cripple and seems to be disdainful, everyone has a love for beauty, even if they want to use all kinds of strange excuses to belittle it, they still can't bear the fascination.

After the kid said this, the eyes of the village entrance were all focused on him, and Jiang Futing ignored these gazes.

All kinds of speculation or malice came to him, as if he had touched a bottomless pit that could absorb everything, so sharp that he pierced into it, and he couldn't even lift a little airflow, and he was lifeless.

He didn't think there was any shame in being a cripple, they were all two-legged, and if something really happened, these people were not as fast as him.

It's better to be dumb, he doesn't like talking to these people anyway.

There is no need to spend all day thinking about how to play Tai Chi with these people.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he did not see the person the woman said.

"Where's the others?" Before Jiang Futing could raise his finger, the woman took the lead in asking.

"No! Right there! An old man with a horse's hoof-faced face pointed out of the village gate with a mocking face, and smiled contemptuously: "Like a fool, ask and don't say anything, what kind of people are really going to play together!" ”

Jiang Futing ignored his unbearable words, and looked at the waist-high weeds outside the village gate with a cane.

There really is someone!

The old man saw that Jiang Futing ignored him, and thought that he was a cowardly person, and he would be aggrieved by what others said and did, so he spoke more and more energetically.

Speaking of the back, there are also messy and insulting swear words, and a few unintelligible dialects by the way.

The people listening to him seemed to be energized by his words, and their laughter was so bad that they didn't even hide it at all, and they became more and more profligate.

Jiang Futing was impatient with their quarrel, turned his head and glared at the old man who had started up, and then walked towards the man with great difficulty.

The horse-faced old man was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to suddenly look at him like this, and the grin behind his ears was like someone stuffed with a piece of ice, and he was directly frozen.

By the time he reacted, Jiang Futing had already walked to the man's side.

The overgrown weeds and reeds covered the crouching figure tightly, and the man remained in a squatting position as if he didn't know that he had come over.

It wasn't until the branch in Jiang Futing's hand poked the ground twice that a small pit was drilled into the mud at his feet.

The man buried in the grass slowly raised his head, revealing a plain, familiar face.

Jiang Futing shrank his pupils in some surprise.

Ning Yuan! Why is he here?

(End of chapter)