A strange fear twitched from the bottom of Yugang's heart. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This kind of fear he has never had, and unlike the fear of the little guy who often teases him and slaps him, this fear only arises when he just stepped into this room. Fear is passive, it is the fear of being beaten too much by the little guy, and fear is active, it is the inner feeling of the potential for an unknown thing.

He always felt that there was something different in this building from the past, and he couldn't tell, couldn't tell what the difference was, as if there were a few eyes watching him in the unknown darkness, looking at everyone. These eyes had melted into the air everywhere and everywhere, as if those eyes that had turned into air had been sucked into his heart and merged with the fear in his heart.

When the little guy who walked out with grease and was about to light the door lamp passed by him, he raised his right leg and teased his buttocks: "Little bastard, did you scold me just now?" ”

"Who scolded you? I just wanted you to go out with me to eat melon seeds. As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his arms for the little guy to see, as if he wanted to hand the melon seeds to the little guy, but his body ran away from the distance.

The little guy forgave him for telling a lie. On weekdays, the little guy is always drunk by the guests, and the bird gas he receives has a sense of balance because it can be sprinkled on others. He could find a sense of superiority in the boy every time, and he liked the little wild species to please him because he was afraid of him.

The little boy glanced at it casually, and the old bustard was wearing a skirt that was greener than the willow leaves that had just been sprouted, and the skirt swayed in the light, flashing green in front of his eyes. The little boy couldn't help but feel a trace of fear welling up from the bottom of his heart. The light was obviously still, like the powder on the bustard's face, but it made him feel a dizzy feeling.

He reached out and grabbed the pole that was erected on the handrail leading to the staircase, and when he looked up, there seemed to be a dark shadow moving at the end of the staircase that had not yet been lit in the small servant. He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the old bustard, who was still sitting in front of the bronze mirror, still loving and hating himself in the mirror, sometimes posing as a bored and disgusting girl, and sometimes making a self-pity and self-pity that even she was not satisfied with.

Suddenly, for the first time, he felt that the bustard's flesh was not as disgusting to him as it was usually. He had an urge to find safety by the pile of manure.

He was just about to turn around, but he saw that the little maid had already lit the outside lamp and was walking in through the door, and seeing that he was still at the top of the stairs, the little guy strode over excitedly. He was originally jealous of the little guy, and from the words and deeds just now, he knew that the little guy didn't believe that he didn't scold him at all, and when he saw his stride over, he knew that he must not have any good intentions.

As soon as the little boy turned around, he jumped upstairs like a little monkey and ran upstairs. He knew that the little guy was still jealous of his mother, and there were many guests who could give this dog a few slaps as long as his mother said a word. He stood upstairs and looked down, and sure enough, when the little guy saw that he had run upstairs, he looked at the little figure stupidly, and turned to light the lights elsewhere downstairs.

As he went upstairs, he felt as if he had stepped on something, a voice that he had never heard before, but which made him even more frightened. He looked at the old bustard, who was still looking in the mirror next to the light downstairs, and suddenly felt that the old bustard was reflected in the bright light reflected in the bronze mirror。。。。。。。

He ran to his mother's door, stretched out his hand to push the door, and as soon as the door retreated, it bit into the deadbolt and bounced back. When he turned around, he saw that the little servant was walking upstairs from the staircase with a lamp, and the light reflected half of his face in blood red, and the other half was hidden in darkness, which added a bit of strangeness. Seeing him look over, the little guy also looked at him with a grin, and the boy saw that the little guy's mouth was like a dark hole, and the little boy was horrified, and the little guy's mouth didn't have the teeth of Bai Sensen in the past.

He suddenly felt that there was an unknown fear in the whole building, as if every lamp had turned into a frightened face, and he banged desperately on his mother's door.

The door creaked open, and then the sound of doors opening one after another came from the entire upstairs. The man with the smell of sweat was already standing in the doorway shirtless, looking at him with an angry face. The heads of men and women poked out of the other doors, and they saw that Yugang was knocking on the door again, they were used to seeing the tricks of this little ghost, and there were already a few women giggling, seductively hooking the limbs of the scolding men and closing the door.

From the legs of the shirtless man, Zhu Yugang saw his mother's hands tied, lying on the head of the bed, wearing only a white transparent tulle, and his face was red. Seeing him look over, she subconsciously turned her body sideways and said, "Gang'er, you go to the next door to play with Yan'er for a while, and after a while, my mother will look for you." ”

Only the bad guys will tie people up. He was once tied up by the dog's fork.

He picked up the handle of the broom that had fallen to the ground and stabbed it hard at the sweaty man's leg.

"Oh, you puppy entered, you dare to poke Lao Tzu." The big man grabbed his hands, snatched the handle of the broom with his hand, and was about to light up and spank his ass, when he suddenly remembered the woman on the bed behind him, so he used the broom handle to beat the boy's ass a few times, like a loving father teaching a naughty son.

The woman with her hands tied saw him hit her son with the handle of the broom, and was about to shout 'no', but saw that the big man just gently slapped Yugang's buttocks. Although there is too much hypocrisy and artificiality in the warm actions of pretending to be like a father teaching his son, it still makes a wisp of tenderness welling up in her heart.

Dahan turned around and smiled at the woman, running north and south, he knew what women needed most.

Warmth, warmth is the spiritual food that every woman will not refuse.

In the woman's smiling eyes, he gently picked up the boy and walked to the westernmost corner of the longitudinal staircase, when he came to find other kiln sisters, he knew that there was a porcelain jar with sundries, in fact, the jar never let go of anything, after a long time, it became an ornament again.

The boy's two legs kept kicking his thighs, and he simply clamped the boy horizontally under his armpits, allowing him to kick and kick behind him, but he could only be accompanied by air.

The smell of sweat hit the boy's nostrils. The fluffy, soft, long armpit hair, mixed with the body odor of not taking a bath for a long time, almost smoked the boy to the ground. He stretched out his index finger and middle finger with his right hand and tightly plugged his nostrils, and his left hand covered his mouth and held his breath, but the body odor that had drifted into his nostrils was enough to smoke him darkly. The two feet are no longer kicking, just desperately trying to touch the ground.

The big man walked to the tank, turned to one side, and put the boy's leg into the tank. The boy felt only the fluffy soft hairs glide across his face, where he had covered his nose and closed his eyes, and he was nauseous for a while, and began to retch.