Let's put it this way, even the third grandson on the other side only has two eyeballs and a mouth left.

Only when he has to fart out of anger, Bao Yuan can recognize who it is.

Wevan.

Bao Yuan's classmates at the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts.

In Bao Yuan's reminiscences, Wei Fan, a classmate, is out of tune, looking at it from Bao Yuan's eyes, no, the exact point should be in the vision of the whole school, Wei Fan is a born with pure debauchery, behavior, and style of speech, which is completely an alternative legend that can no longer be alternative. Even if Bao Yuan erases the memory of his crush on the school flower, it is impossible to forget Wei Fan, a classmate.

Wei Fan doesn't spare any money to do anything, a big money situation like a small family, I want to ask him if he is a rich second generation? Many classmates have carefully verified it, and some people even boldly announced on the playground that Wei Fan is not a rich second generation. However, Wei Fan said to himself that although he was not a rich generation, his ancestors once had heroes and heroes who were rich enough to rival the country. He also swore that without the great hero of the Wei family's ancestors, this scareless China might become something!

The students of the history department laughed, you said that your ancestors were prominent and famous families, and no matter how good they were, they could not exceed the emperor's generals, the Confucian family in Shandong, and the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi, and how many celebrities surnamed Wei had heard at all.

When Wei Fan encounters this situation, he does not argue, he has a very good habit. No matter what you are doing in class or what you do, you should wear big sunglasses wherever you go. Because he wears sunglasses, he is often hit by the professor's chalk head in class, no matter how hard the professor attacks.

I didn't suffer a "loss" once.

Bao Yuan remembers very clearly, once playing basketball in the playground, Wei Fan hugged a group of female classmates and laughed, very intimate. The school strictly ordered the object to be dealt with during the school period, and the people in the teaching office hit when they saw it, who knew that the slap fell, and no one knew where Wei Fan ran in an instant.

Every time he was beaten by the teacher, Wei Fan couldn't find anyone under the slap, and no one could figure out what was going on.

Another time, the family sent Bao Yuan living expenses, and Bao Yuan invited Wei Fan to go to the bank to withdraw money together. As soon as I entered the door of the bank, I happened to see a female classmate queuing up in front of the counter, and the money in her pocket fell down. Three fierce security guards rushed out of the ground and kicked at Bao Yuan and Wei Fan, Bao Yuan was kicked out three meters away, but Wei Fan couldn't find anyone. It is not clear in the surveillance screen how Wei Fan escaped from the feet of the security guard, but fortunately, the female classmate broke the siege, otherwise she would have to eat a few years in prison.

This question.

Bao Yuan still hasn't figured out what is going on.

Bao Yuan once asked Wei Fan in a very friendly private voice: "Who is the big hero of your ancestor?" If it's really rich, why don't you leave some property? Wei Fan said lightly: "My ancestor can't mention it, I can't say it, he was supported by others as the emperor back then, and he didn't do it to hide in the world." The money is indeed left, if it is roughly calculated, it can top the GDP of the whole of China for a year, the key is that after Zhang Xun's pigtail army entered Beijing, the Shanxi grandson of the invoice number is gone, and the family's silver cannot be redeemed! ”

But if you want to ask him how to get out of his fists and feet, Wei Fan won't say anything anyway.

As soon as Wei Fan and Bao Yuan met, they sat next to Fang Yujie.

Bao Yuan smiled and said: "You kid still has the virtue of attracting bees and butterflies, these two beauties are good at kung fu, beware of them beating you down." Alas, why are you also on this train, where are you going? ”

Wei Fan said with a smile: "A few days ago, I received a piece of gossip that you took this train and had two beautiful women to accompany you. I just thought, you can be busy alone, no, I'm here, I'm here to share your worries! ”

"It's still this beating, it hasn't changed at all!" Bao Yuan said with a smile.

"Get up, don't be embarrassed, you can't sit three people in a tandem!" Fang Yujie was very repulsive to this uninvited flow of passengers.

"Hey, old bag, where did you get the rouge horse, fierce!" As soon as Wei Fan finished speaking, Fang Yujie raised his hand and beat it, Wei Fan sat down beside Song Peng, looked at Du Fang and the two and said, "Don't squeeze now, hey, in fact, there is a good way, let me sit on your lap, absolutely save space." Fang Yujie snorted and said, "It's more space-saving to die!" Wei Fan didn't answer the gunpowder chamber, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?" Hey, Lao Bao, don't you know, the carriages in front are all migrant workers, old-fashioned, and there is not even a decent beauty! ”

Song Peng was impatient to be squeezed, snorted and said, "I said, didn't you go to the toilet, no one will pay for it!" ”

Wei Fan just got up.

Fang Yujie said: "Song, talk quickly, I can't wait!" ”

Wei Fan stared at the two Du Fang and said, "I want to hear the story, how can they have a story, I want to hear it, wait for me, I'll come back immediately after peeing!" ”

Fang Yujie snorted and said, "Don't come back, you can drown in the toilet!" ”

Wei Fan laughed and waved his hand to the toilet.

Song Peng asked in a low voice: "Lao Bao, where did you come from, your face is really not ordinarily thick!" ”

Bao Yuan twisted his body and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate this grandson, people are born with no shape, then again, he is a legend." To this day, I still can't figure out where this grandson learned the ability to escape. Speaking of the rest, when it comes to the 100-meter race at the Olympics, I don't think anyone can beat him. "Indeed, Brother Xiang's 100-meter sprint can at least be seen in people's eyes, but Wei Fanleng escaped from the professor's slap without a trace, and no one has seen it yet, how do you explain this?

While laughing, Wei Fan said as he walked: "King Chengtang Wu, the story of Gaozu Hongwu, you should all be tired of hearing it, I have a story from the Republic of China, do you want to listen to it?" Regardless of whether Du Muqing and Fang Yujie like to listen to it or not, Wei Fan's lips moved up and down.

It is said that in 1930, during the Republic of China and the Central Plains War, there was a "German" shaped Yang family compound in Shanxi. Zhaizhuang Zhongzheng, blue brick high wall, glazed tiles, red cage rafters. The only thing that is out of style is that there is a small kiln in the compound, and there is no porcelain fire glaze. In the early morning, a ray of glow reflected the warmth, dozens of subordinates were busy in an orderly manner, and a rich and peaceful atmosphere was filled. Suddenly, Yang Guisheng, the head of the family, stood in the courtyard, tearing his throat and ordered: lock his son, Yang Tianyuan, the eldest young master of the Yang family, into the firewood room in the northwest corner and never release it!

Wei Fan spat and said on his head.

Bao Yuanqi interrupted with a snort: "Phew! Tell a story and tell a story, why not take a round name? It's just a circle, and it's connected to my Lao Tzu, mom a fork, if you don't take Lao Tzu to interrupt you, you're not happy? "Guisheng is Bao's father's name.

Wei Fan laughed and said, "Coincidence, coincidence, do you like to listen, or do you like to listen?" ”

Du Muqing covered her mouth and smiled, Fang Yujie laughed and motioned to continue.

Yang Tianyuan's mother and his child daughter-in-law begged bitterly, but they only attracted merciless sticks, one hanging every two days, and one bundle every three days. There are thousands of people in the family, and there is one person in charge, and no one dares to take care of it. There were tearing and tearing cries in the firewood room every day, which were pitiful and sad. The people all shook their heads and sighed when they heard and saw it, Yang Guisheng's inexplicable temperament changed, and no one knew the reason. Seven days later, Yang's mother, who was unclothed and tearful, was also imprisoned in the firewood room, and on the same day, Yang Tianyuan's child daughter-in-law plunged into the latrine.

In the firewood room, only half a bowl of leftover cold rice, coal ash, and dog shit are delivered every day.

It's only enough for one person, let alone two.

A few days later, Yang's mother was starved to death, lying on the grass with no clothes. Yang Tianyuan lay on the corpse and cried over and over again until there were no more tears and he couldn't cry. The heart is pierced by sorrow, and crying is a daily obligatory lesson. The dog can still go out to eat, and he can only accompany his dead mother in an inch of land full of firewood and grass, and swallow the leftovers like dog food under bitter water.

The demons of the eighteen layers of hell are nothing more than that.

Regardless of relatives, family affection is against each other, and it feels more uncomfortable than the sky falling.

Through the crack in the door, a red-faced child was playing in the yard in bright clothes, and a toad was in a glass cage, and he was holding a branch to stir up the fun. This is the little beggar that Yang Guisheng picked up from the pile of dead, the genuine young master is suffering in the firewood room, but the fake one is happy outside, Yang Tianyuan's despair is unprecedented. Then, I heard Yang Guisheng's earnest love voice: "Bao'er, good boy, don't kill it, lock it in the firewood room, and let it accompany those two dog mongrels, okay?" ”

"No, no, I haven't had enough."

"Obedient! Shrewd! This thing is dirty, smelly, and disgusting, Bao'er won't play anymore, and Dad will catch a bird for you to play. ”

"Uh, okay, daddy's talk counts, catch a crow for me."

"Crows are not good, Dad will get you a thrush, okay?"

"Good! Good! Dad, I want it now, you catch me, catch me......"

Yang Tianyuan looked at the toad, and had a strange sense of intimacy, what he couldn't say, it was very strange. Yang Guisheng showed affection with the beggar, he couldn't stand this scene anymore, so he turned around and cried on his mother's corpse. The servant opened the firewood room, looked at him and shook his head, and threw the glass cage in. The toad looked at him with his eyes open, his big mouth was closed and he couldn't make a sound, he was in the same room, and a kind of sympathy for the same fate arose, Yang Tianyuan said with a bitter face: "Brother Toad, you are also locked in, alas, let's carry it together in this hard life, we will always open the door and see the sun." ”

Whenever leftovers arrived, Yang Tianyuan opened the cage and fed it the amount of food with the hawthorn fruit first.

Yang Tianyuan could see tears in its eyes every time.

And so it was more than a month.

It accompanied Yang Tianyuan sadly, looking at the corpses that were rotting day by day, and his jaw was bulging.

"I know!" Fang Yujie took the conversation as if playfully, bit her lip and said, "That toad must have been changed by Yang Tianyuan's father, and the people outside are definitely not his father." ”

Du Muqing only laughed silently.

Wei Fan smiled, stuck out his tongue and said: "Experience, history, you can guess this, skip it, talk about the important thing!" ”

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