The sky is getting white, the moon is slanting westward, and the stumbling figure is staggering on the remote path, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and the smell of wine is rancid as soon as he opens his mouth, and the person who came is Qiu Lanxue's father, who finally returned home after drinking wine with fox friends and dog friends all night.

fell to the ground with a bang, Qiu's father simply stretched his legs and sat in place without leaving, casually threw away the wine bottle and began to howl, "Come on, hurry up and open the door for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is back--"

Qiu's father's voice is very loud, and it is easy to disturb the peace of the surrounding neighbors at such a time, but such a big movement does not attract the movement of others, it can be seen that everyone has long been accustomed to this situation, in fact, it is true, Qiu's father is the most famous drunkard in the whole village, after drinking, he will be like a mad dog who bites whom, and no one cares about him if he suffers a lot.

If it's just like this, forget it, Father Qiu still has violent tendencies after drinking, and he is extremely heavy, ordinary people are really not his opponents, so everyone simply put up with it and doesn't care about him. The surrounding neighbors can escape Qiu's father's unreasonable trouble, but Qiu Lanxue, who is a member of Qiu's family, is difficult to survive, and every time he is beaten by Qiu's father, he is bruised all over his body.

Qiu's father's movements were not small, and they quickly attracted Xue Lan's attention, and as the door opened, Xue Lan's thin face was revealed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised against the background of the night, which was particularly weird.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and help Lao Tzu in, don't hurry up and see that Lao Tzu doesn't pick your skin--" Qiu's father waved his hands indiscriminately, picked up the wine bottle on the side and threw it in the direction of Xue Lan, facing Xue Lan's face.

If Qiu Lanxue was here, I am afraid that he would really stand still like this and let others beat him, but Xue Lan would not do such a stupid thing, her head was tilted, and the wine bottle rubbed along her ears, and the slight coolness made people's ears cold.

"Okay, I'll send you in now--" Xue Lan sneered and moved her wrist, grabbed Qiu's father by the collar and dragged it over, slamming the door shut. In the past, Qiu Lanxue was hindered by the grace of flesh and blood, she didn't care about this, whether it was her own flesh and blood or not!

Roughly plucking two or three hairs from Qiu's father's hands, Xue Lan carefully received the small cloth bag that had been prepared long ago and stuffed it into her arms, only to find that Qiu's father had stood up in a blink of an eye, and her eyes were red and Xue Lan's eyes were full of cruelty and violence, as if she was looking at the enemy who killed her father and mother, and she shuddered when she saw it.

People who are paralyzed by alcohol are completely irrational, and Qiu's father is the best among them, from childhood to Daqiu Lan Xue doesn't know how many times he has been taught by Qiu's father fiercely, and every time he ends up with bruises, he still has to endure such a hell on earth.

"Stinky boy, your wings are stiff and you dare to drag Lao Tzu into the door, you don't want to live, right? See if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you, little--" Father Qiu stared at Xue Lan with a flushed face, stretched out his rough big hand as if dragging Xue Lan forcibly, and clenched his other hand into a fist like the size of a sandbag, as if he would break the bridge of the person's nose in the next second.

Xue Lan was not afraid of being calm and calm, slightly sideways to avoid Qiu's father's palm, and then stretched out his hand to grab his wrist and squeezed it fiercely, Qiu Lanxue's body has lost so much over the years that it is impossible to beat Qiu's father, Xue Lan wants to defeat the enemy with one move, and the only way to win is to win with skill.

With a wolf howl, Qiu's father's palm and qi drooped down, completely out of control, and the other intact hand pinched the painful wrist fiercely and wailed, his forehead was oozing with beads of sweat, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

Father Qiu has really not suffered such a crime for so many years, he has the strength and arrogance of his son, no one dares to provoke him in the village, he has been used to being domineering for many years, but he didn't expect that his son, who has always been looked down upon by him and used as a punching bag, would have such courage to resist, and dislocated his wrist.

"Stinky boy, Lao Tzu is going to kill you today--" Qiu's father's pupils dilated slightly, staring at Xue Lan's gritted teeth, like a wolf dog staring at its prey, and the next second it would pounce and bite the prey's neck.

Seeing the tall man in front of her jumping like thunder, Xue Lan took two steps back without a trace until she retreated to the corner, with her hands behind her back, as if she was frightened by Qiu's father's appearance. Seeing this, Father Qiu smirked, the pain in his wrist seemed to have been reduced a lot, and he stepped forward and raised his palm to swing it fiercely.

A smile flashed in Xue Lan's lowered eyes, and her right hand hit Qiu's father hard, and the sudden pain suddenly made Qiu's father grin, completely without his previous prestige, this expression is really ashamed of even a senior professional clown actor in the circus.

It was only when Qiu's father discovered that Xue Lan was holding a thick and long flat pole in her hand, which was a tool used to carry water in ordinary times, and it had become a sharp weapon for beating people at such a moment. On weekdays, Qiu's father also used this thing to beat people, and Xuelan also learned from Qiu's father, which is called treating others in the way of others.

The thick and long flat shoulder fell like raindrops, not giving people any chance to react at all, Qiu's father wanted to resist but found that every hit on his body would make him feel weak and feel pain, as if there were countless ants crawling on his body, and his body was already covered with sweat and tears. Father Qiu's physical fitness was much stronger than Qiu Ming's little white face, and he persisted for a longer time, but he soon became unconscious.

Throwing away the flat pole in her hand with a click, Xue Lan took out a hemp rope and tied it firmly on Qiu's father's body and fed a small bottle of liquid, then gagged and threw it into the pigsty in the yard, and then left the village quietly after sorting out all the traces.

After a night of rescue, Qiu Ming's life was finally saved, Qiu's mother hurriedly went home to prepare clothes, thinking about taking care of her son until he recovered, completely forgetting that she still had a son missing. When she returned home and opened the door, looking at the empty room, Qiu's mother was still very angry, and after all, she was still distressed and took the lead, so she endured her anger and packed up her things.

After a while, Qiu's mother took the luggage and prepared to leave, thinking of the fat pigs that she was still raising at home, she wanted to prepare something to eat, after all, these fat pigs had to be sold for money when they were raised, but when she walked to the pigsty, she was stunned, just met a pair of eyes, and then let out a miserable scream.

"What's wrong with you, head of the house? Are you alright? Qiu's mother forcibly opened the door of the pigsty with disgust, and then untied the hemp rope on her body for others, and opened her mouth while moving.

After the rope was untied, everything completely changed, and the first time Qiu's father broke free from the shackles was to hold Qiu's mother and beat her fat, and the inside of her mouth was not clean.