When the teenagers who had just beaten him laughed and left, Zeng Xiong slowly got up from the muddy ground, at this moment, his thin little body was covered with bruises, and the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding out, the clothes that were already very tattered are now becoming more shabby, dirty stains, and I can't tell whether it is an old stain or a new stain, anyway, Zeng Xiong just this one piece of clothing, no matter how torn and dirty it is, he still has to wear it.

Zeng Xiong slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his brows couldn't help but twist together, because he didn't know why he suddenly came to this place, and now he should be himself when he was a child, and he was indeed often bullied and beaten by other children at that time, and he was far from being as domineering as he was when he was a gun saint now, and when he was a child, he was purely a puffed bag.

"Did the grudge get me here?" Zeng Xiong began to speculate, "This, is this an illusion?" ”

Among the rebel squad, none of them are weak, Zeng Xiong can become a rebel, which means that he is strong, since he is strong, he must have experienced a lot of things, and therefore, Zeng Xiong is no stranger to such things as illusions.

It seems that as a senior enhancer, if you haven't experienced the tempering of the illusion a few times, you are embarrassed to go out and greet people.

"Is this illusion turning me back to my childhood, in order to dig into the bitterness and darkness of my childhood?" Zeng Xiong shook his head and smiled a little speechlessly, not caring about the injuries on his body now, since he already knew that this was an illusion, could it be that he still used the false existence in the illusion realm to discourage himself? He was once known as the Gun Saint, would it be so boring? Go find some fictional memory characters for revenge?

"Okay, since you asked me to relive my childhood again, I'll relive it again, just think I'm playing with you."

Now, Zeng Xiong is not sure how to break this illusion. But he knows that the best way to deal with the illusion is to always remember who he is, remember that he is in the illusion, and must not fall into it completely, otherwise it will really be doomed. According to his own memory, Zeng Xiong began to drag the body that had just been beaten towards the direction of "home" in his memory, this illusion was woven according to Zeng Xiong's memory, so it doesn't matter whether Zeng Xiong's memory is wrong now. He won't get lost, as long as he wants to find his home, then he can definitely find it, even if his memory is wrong with the original facts, it doesn't matter, this world is an illusion, not the real world, what Zeng Xiong thought was right in his memory. It must be right, for example, this way home.

Run-down neighborhoods, dirty streets. Zeng Xiong relied on his own memories to keep moving forward in this slum, and at the end, he stopped in front of a shack. Turning his head to look at the past, it is the "home" in his memory, a place that carries his unbearable childhood.

Sure enough. Zeng Xiong saw a middle-aged man with a beard and a shirtless body squatting on the ground with a matchbox and scratching the fire and looking at cigarettes, those cigarettes are half left after being smoked, and this man, but in some hotel dance halls, picked up these cigarette butts, and then at home, smoked these cigarette butts again, I believe that all children, if they see their father squatting on the ground to pick up other people's discarded cigarette butts and greedily smoking, they will feel very unhappy, in the hearts of every child, their father, They are all people I admired at the beginning.

The man who was smoking his head seemed to feel some movement, turned his head and saw Zeng Xiong outside, he naturally saw Zeng Xiong's injuries, but he didn't even want to pose as a father, and when he saw his son being beaten, he didn't even bother to say a word of concern, but directly scolded:

"You rotten boy, I thought you were beaten to death, and when you came back so late, I went to cook and starved to death of you, my son!"

Zeng Xiong did not cook for this unqualified Laizi father with anger and indisputability as he remembered himself, but he was very interested in propping his hand on a broken wall, looking at himself carefully, the "father" in his memory, thin, obscene, greedy, timid, philistine, it seems that the shortcomings of all the small citizens have been most perfectly and thoroughly presented in his father, why don't you go to the museum to display it? Zeng Xiong felt that his father was definitely better able to tell the historical life of a period than those mummies and museums.

Seeing that his son didn't go to cook obediently, the middle-aged man who had just smoked the cigarette butts on the ground but had not been addicted to cigarettes continued to yell angrily:

"Is your skin itchy, damn, rotten boy, why don't you go cook quickly, do you miss you Lao Tzu and I'll kill you!"

"Haven't you ever smoked it?" Zeng Xiong pointed to the cigarette butts on the ground, these cigarette butts are almost finished smoking, even if his "father" picks up a lot of them, but each cigarette butt can only be smoked less than half a puff, so naturally it can't be enjoyable.

"Bah, dead boy, I want you to take care of it!" Zeng Xiong's father stood up, his thin body looked very weak, even from the physiognomy, it was also that kind of authentic soft bones with strong colors inside, it must be servile on the outside, but it was majestic at home.

"I know a way to make you addicted to smoking, come with me, there's a lot of smoke there!" Zeng Xiong smiled at his father.

As soon as he heard the smoke, the middle-aged man's face immediately changed, and he asked in disbelief, "Are you serious?" Do you know where there is smoke? Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man frowned slightly embarrassed: "Our family has no money, you mean that you can smoke cigarettes without money?" ”

This family has no money, it's not because you're lazy, it's not because you're lazy.

Zeng Xiong smiled again and said: "I saw several cigarettes in the cabinet of Old Man Li in the boiler of the bathhouse in the weaving factory next door, it seems that his married daughter went home to save the province, and there are usually no people in the boiler room, we can take out the cigarettes when Old Man Li goes to dinner at night, several cigarettes, enough for you to smoke for a long time." ”

Where is this called "taking", this is clearly stealing, but Zeng Xiong knows that his own lazy dad is not less to do this kind of stealing chickens and dogs, and there used to be a mother at home doing odd jobs to maintain, and then the mother was sick, but this lazy father still did not go out to do work, so that the mother even had no money to catch medicine, and died of illness, after the mother left, the family was completely out of a source of income, and his father couldn't stand the pain of work, so he did the trick of stealing chickens and dogs.

Hearing Zeng Xiong's words, this father really didn't scold his son for wanting to do this kind of petty theft in his mind, but his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect you rotten boy to be a little useful at this time, go, go to the boiler room with your old son and take out the cigarettes." ”

Zeng Xiong turned around and led the way, but after he turned his back, a grim smile appeared on his face.

The father and son waited by the coal pile outside the boiler room for nearly an hour before they saw Old Man Li come out of the boiler room and go to the canteen to eat.

Seeing this opportunity, Zeng Xiong directly trotted over and pushed open the door of the boiler room and got in, his father was not slow, followed by him, and a dodge also entered the boiler room.

As soon as he came in, Zeng Xiong's father couldn't wait to find a cigarette, but there was only a towel and a tea jar in Old Man Li's cabinet, and he couldn't even see a cigarette butt.

"You dead boy, you dare to play with your son, where did the smoke come from?" Zeng Xiong's father finally realized one thing, Old Man Li didn't smoke at all, how could his daughter buy cigarettes for him when she went home to save her relatives? It's just that I have been hung by tobacco addiction before, and there is still a glimmer of hope, but at this time, seeing that there is no goods in vain, the anger of smoking addiction swells up.

However, when he had just entered the boiler room, Zeng Xiong had already quietly picked up a hammer from the ground, this hammer was not big or small, and it was used to break some large coals, but now it was the best to use it to smash people.

When Zeng Xiong's father turned his head and wanted to clean up and tease his son, he felt that a gust of wind suddenly blew in the back of his head, and then, there was a painful blow, his head suddenly became dizzy, and his vision became extremely blurred at this time.

Zeng Xiong smiled and watched his father faint with a hammer, and then, he quickly and skillfully ripped off his torn clothes, tore them into a strip of cloth, and tied up his father's thumbs with the strip of cloth, and then Zeng Xiong continued to scoop water from the water tank, and kept splashing the water into the boiler that was originally burning with a warm fire, and the cinders in the boiler were excited by the water, and began to spray thick smoke and roll up.

After the last, Zeng Xiong poured a handful of water on his father's face, he was groggy and sober, but he felt a headache and nausea, obviously Zeng Xiong had been knocked out of the concussion just now, and he couldn't stand up, and his fingers were still tied together, and his body quickly fell down when he stood upright, but he still shouted angrily: "You are a dead boy, you are against the sky, you are against the sky!" ”

Zeng Xiong patted his hands very leisurely and relaxed, and said, "My son didn't lie to you, don't you want to smoke." My son brought you here to smoke, and there is absolutely enough smoke here! ”

Seeing his son pointing to the smoke coming out of the boiler and talking to himself, Zeng Xiong's father suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he didn't believe that his son, who had always been called by him, would dare to do such a thing to himself, but he miscalculated, because at this time, in front of him, although it was indeed his son, he was also a gun saint! (To be continued......)

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