Yang Yang didn't plan to recognize Wang Ping, he just wanted to... Peep.

That's right.

I'm curious about the growth environment of my lover in my previous life and what my cute appearance was like when I was a child. He felt that this curiosity was normal.

Carrying a small schoolbag on his back, he stood on the potholed concrete floor outside the community, looking up at the tattered and empty walls, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Where is it?

Which window is his home?

Which...

"Wow!!" A burst of crying instantly resounded throughout the building.

Then a man roared: "Dead thing! Tell you to steal! Tell you to steal labor things! Look at the labor and management not to kill you this time! ”

As he spoke, there was a slap, very crisp and loud, in the meantime...

Yang Yang frowned.

This voice always felt very familiar, and there was a wave of nausea in my stomach.

The man's hurried breath, the boy's heart-rending cry, the neighbor's cursing...

No problem!

But it feels very inconsistent.

Everyone swept the snow in front of the door, in line with the principle of not caring about idle things, Yang Yang pursed his lips, looked around, and walked towards a few aunts who were enjoying the shade under the tree.

"Auntie, I want to ask something." He shouted at an aunt.

That aunt: ...

Aunt?

This baby...

"Who's this kid? This little mouth is really sweet, but you are about the same age as my little granddaughter, just call grandma. "The aunt is dressed in floral cloth clothes and pants, with a round face and a very hearty smile.

"What's the matter, kid?"

"That's Grandma." He pursed his lips and smiled, "I didn't come to class at the same table yesterday, and today the teacher asked me to call him." ”

"Recently, there is an exam, and the teacher is afraid that he will not be able to keep up with the pace of teaching."

"By the way, my classmate's name is Wang Ping, and the teacher said that he lives in this community, grandma, do you know which floor Wang Ping's house is on?"

It's cute to tilt your head.

"Wang Ping?" Auntie smiled, "Are you sure your table mate's name is this, little friend?" How old are you at the same table? Boys or girls? ”

Yang Yang blinked, innocent on the surface, but a group of alpacas ran by in his heart.

？？

He just came to find someone, but why did this group of aunts have such great malice towards a six-year-old child, and asked so clearly, could it be that they suspected that he was sent by human traffickers to deceive children?

It's so helpless.

He's not!

He is so well dressed, a soft and cute baby.

Never mind.

I didn't get out of his plan.

"My table mate is a boy, seven years old like me. ”

Well.

He raised his age up a year... A little more, anyway, a six-year-old looks similar to a seven-year-old.

The smile is still simple.

The aunt patted her leg and laughed, "Kid, you're looking for the wrong person." ”

Yang Yang showed an incomprehensible expression at the right time.

Aunt: "We do have a child named Wang Ping here, but that baby, he is twelve, it can't be your classmate." ”

"Impossible."

"Kid, you must be in the wrong place."

The smile on Yang Yang's white and tender little face remains the same, and his heart is actually...

Finding the wrong place or something...

Heh, did you find the wrong person, doesn't he know who starred in this scene?

"There's a Wang Ping too?" He said with a little surprise, then clapped his hands happily and said happily, "Grandma, can you take me to have a look?" ”

sighed: "It's really fateful that someone has the same name as my classmate, grandma, otherwise you tell me where Wang Ping in this community is, I'll go back and share the table with me..." ”

After changing his words, he didn't stop in a cold sweat, feeling that he was adding to the snake.

The aunt snorted upstairs and said disdainfully, "Na, it's the one who is beating the child, tsk, it's so shameless!" ”

Yang Yang: ...

I can't believe it, "Hit, hit the child?" No way? ”

How could it be so coincidental!

The essential...

His eyes widened and he looked at the aunt fiercely, "You know that you are beating the child, why don't you stop it, Wang Ping will be beaten to death!" ”

The aunt was taken aback by him, and her kind and kind face instantly became gloomy and cold, "Who is your child?" Our community? ”

"Where's your family?"

"That's what your parents taught you? No politeness at all! ”

"Call your adults, I want to ask them how they teach their children, and if they continue to raise them like this, they will become a bear child sooner or later!"

"How dare you yell at your ancestors..."

"That family has nothing to do with the old lady's fart, why should the old lady care!"

...

Yang Yang was so frightened that he rushed into the corridor.

His heart was beating fast, his little face was pale, he slowly climbed the stairs with his head down, picked up a wooden bar with nails on the third floor, and continued to go in the direction where the cry of a child and the screaming of a man were still emanating.

403

In the messy room, teal beer bottles and leftover instant noodle barrels were scattered everywhere, and a man was undulating on a black sofa bulging out of countless dark brown bubble woods.

It's Khan.

It rained like rain.

The thin young man who was pressed to the sofa by him had a dead ash in his eyes.

The man who was immersed in the violent kg did not notice that the boy's hand slowly crawled towards the gap in the middle of the sofa, little by little...

A sharp-edged fruit knife was in his hand.

The man didn't notice it.

A strong hatred burst out of the boy's dead eyes, and the moment his hand grabbed the knife, he pulled it out and stabbed the man in the back.

Why not prick the shoulder blades that are easier to prick up?

If the knife gets stuck in the bone and can't be pulled out, he will be even worse.

A knife, of course, must be fatal.

The man was caught off guard, his sensational body suddenly stopped, and a sharp pain came from his back, and before he could react, he felt that the skin was poked open by a knife, and the flesh and blood texture was cut by a sharp weapon.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The boy on the couch was expressionless, his arms waving.

Three, four, five...

Every time the hand fell, it brought out a stream of blood and even scrap of flesh.

The man didn't even have time to struggle, his eyes rolled and his breathing gradually stopped.

He's dead!

But the boy's movements didn't stop.

He lifted the man open, wearing only a dirty vest that could be vaguely seen to be white, and stepped barefoot on the man's dead face.

Kick by foot...

There was no expression on his green face, as if he was acting instinctively.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of banging on the door came from outside, accompanied by the child's immature and anxious voice, "Open the door!" Open the door! Open the door! ”

Bang! Boom!

It was the sound of slamming the door.

The boy looked at the door coldly, and after a while, he dragged the dead man to the bedroom and locked it, and when he saw the blood on the floor, he pursed his lips, walked to the bathroom, and piled up a dirty sheet on the floor, and knocked over the leftover instant noodle bucket...

Finally, he put on his pants.

Slowly walked to the door, well, no accident outside is a neighbor.

But—

A child?

Impatience flashed in the boy's eyes, and it seemed that the move was going to be early.

Otherwise...

Now even a kid has come to bully him.

saw the kid with a small mouth and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Wang Ping, I finally found you!" ”

Boy:??