Although the summer temperature in Gwangseong is not the highest in the country, it also reaches 36 degrees Celsius in broad daylight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The vicious sun hung in the sky and slowly roasted everything on the ground. Under a tree on the side of the road in the high temperature, a thin boy shouted with a lot of power, big and sweet watermelon, everyone come and try Luo.

Due to the boy's hard work and the hot weather, and his watermelon is indeed sweet and juicy, many people come and go to buy his watermelon to eat.

The young man's name is Zhou Fan, who just finished his first year of college this year, and took advantage of the summer vacation to buy a little watermelon and sell it on the roadside to earn some living expenses. Because Zhou Fan's family is a single-parent family, his mother has always raised him alone, and his family is relatively poor.

Today is the first day to start selling watermelons here, I didn't expect to start a good luck start, the watermelons that came in are big and sweet, and they are very popular in this hot weather, and it didn't take long to cut a few and sell them.

Zhou Fan thought, great, according to this situation, he can earn a hundred yuan a day, and he can earn about 4,000 yuan during the summer vacation, thinking that he can earn so much, he will not need his mother to pay for the next semester, thinking that he can reduce his mother's burden, Zhou Fan feels so happy.

So Zhou Fan followed and shouted even harder, and at this time, five almost old boys came from across the road.

"Yo!"

"Isn't this our family's Zhou Fan? Come! Give us a few of the best watermelons. Zhou Fan's face immediately looked bad when he looked at the people who came, because these people were all his college classmates, but they were in different classes. usually bullies him as a monkey, but he can't fight them, so he has to swallow his anger.

"Why, don't you sell watermelons yet?" "Why, don't you sell watermelons?" said the man who took the lead, smoking a cigarette in his mouth. Zhou Fan looked at it, so he picked a watermelon and cut it, only to hear the leader say, "Come on, let's eat watermelon," and these people ate the cut watermelon in three or two clicks.

"Well!! that's ****** cool," said the one who took the lead. The person who took the lead was called Chen Jian, and after eating, he waved his hand at several other people and turned around to leave.

"Chen Jian, you haven't given the money yet," Zhou Fan hurriedly said.

"What? ”

"You ate the money of a watermelon!" Zhou Fan said.

"Did you see me eating watermelon?" Chen Jian asked the others with a smile. "No, we didn't see it, did we eat?" laughed and left again.

Zhou Fan was anxious as soon as he saw this situation, a watermelon of ten or twenty yuan was very important to him. So seeing that Chen Jian was about to leave if they didn't give money, they rushed up and grabbed Chen Jian's sleeve and didn't let him go. Say, "Give money." “

Chen Jian turned around and took a look, his eyes immediately became gloomy, because Zhou Fan had been stained with a little watermelon juice on his hands after cutting the watermelon just now, so this grab made Chen Jian's sleeve dirty. "Damn, do you know how much my clothes are worth? If you get dirty, what are you rotten watermelons?"

So a few people picked up the watermelon and smashed it, Zhou Fan rushed up and pushed them away, but Zhou Fan was thin and weak, and there were many of them, and soon the remaining ten or so watermelons were all smashed. Zhou Fan's fists were clenched tightly, and he finally made a few bucks, helping to make up for the family and reduce his mother's burden a little, thinking of his mother's hard work of getting up early and returning late every day, Zhou Fan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he picked up his fist and smashed it on Chen Jian's body.

Although Zhou Fan was thin and weak, he still had a little bit of ruthlessness when he launched it, and he hit Chen Jian with a few punches, hitting him by a mistake. But several other people reacted after being stunned, so they rushed up together and knocked Zhou Fan to the ground with a few punches, and then set him up.

Chen Jian walked up and punched Zhou Fan in the stomach with two punches, and Zhou Fan felt a tumbling in his stomach. "Hit the street, kill your powder sausage," Chen Jian said and smashed another punch into Zhou Fan's head, and as this punch fell, the watch on Chen Jian's hand scraped a large blood wound from Zhou Fan's head. Immediately, blood flowed down his head, and his face was covered in blood.

Chen Jian and the others saw that Zhou Fan's face was covered with blood and smashed the watermelon again, and they felt that it was almost the same, so they let go of Zhou Fan and sneered, turned around and left.

There were some people around who saw that Zhou Fan was beaten and his face was covered with blood, and no one came over to ask, this society has such an indifferent situation, God seems to be angry because of the indifference of society, just now the sun was shining, and now suddenly the whole sky was full of black and thick clouds, and it rained heavily after a short time of thunder.

The people on the road quickly ran away to avoid the rain, and all of a sudden the people on the road ran out, leaving only Zhou Fan standing there with a bloody face, looking at the smashed watermelons all over the ground full of anger and helplessness.

"If I am given the opportunity and ability, I will definitely clean up you rotten people," Zhou Fan said to himself silently.

The rain was heavy and accompanied by bursts of thunder, and in anger and helplessness, he still had to clean up the mess. The rain poured down on the wound on his forehead, and Zhou Fan felt a tingling pain, "Thief, you are still falling into the well, right, what a scourge lives for a thousand years, and a good person's life is not long." You're really **** blind," Zhou Fan scolded loudly at the sky.

The thief seemed to hear Zhou Fan's scolding, and the thunder sounded. At this time, a crack suddenly opened in an outer space seal not far from the earth, and a violent explosion occurred in the gap, and a wave of energy jetted out swept a vacuum in outer space, and a star flew out of the seal crack and shot directly at the earth.

And our Zhou Fan just finished scolding the thief at this time, followed by a flash of thunder and lightning, which hit Zhou Fan's chest. Zhou Fan immediately flashed a flash of lightning on his body, and a piece of jade pendant on his chest that he had worn since he was a child also turned into ashes at this moment.

The jade pendant was bought by Zhou Fan's mother from a stall on Jade Street, because Zhou Fan has been frail and sickly since he was a child. Mother has always heard that there is such a saying that a jade pendant can warm a person's physique, so she bought this jade pendant for Zhou Fan to take with him since he was a child.

At the moment when the jade pendant turned into flying ashes, a starlight hit Zhou Fan's forehead wound in the flying ashes, and it disappeared into his mind in a flash.

It felt as if the cold from the depths of his soul was invading his whole body, and Zhou Fan felt that he was in a dark space, with no sense of direction and boundlessness. From time to time, there were some images flickering in the dark void, and he saw the scene of his birth, and the fragments grew up from childhood to adulthood, just like a movie.

In the end, a whirlpool passage appeared in front of the dark space, and from the depths of the passage came a sound like a hellish ghost's howl, and he vaguely seemed to see the scene of a group of demons dancing and ten thousand ghosts traveling. Then a pair of invisible hands grabbed Zhou Fan and pulled him into the passage, fearful, cold, and powerless struggle, Zhou Fan's last subconscious seemed to understand, this should be his conscious feeling before he died.

At this moment, a small light suddenly appeared in the dark space, and then slowly became larger, and soon filled the entire space. The light was as warm as a mother's embrace, dispelling his fear and coldness.

If someone was by Zhou Fan's side at this time, he would see a few lightning wires swimming around Zhou Fan's body a few times, and then they were absorbed into his body.

Because of the heavy rain, there was no one on the road without a car passing by, Zhou Fan just fell behind his wooden cart containing watermelons, and there were some small trees behind him, so Zhou Fan was still lying there quietly.

After about ten minutes, Zhou Fan's body suddenly woke up with a cold shiver, and he slowly sat up. He looked at his wooden cart and the rotten watermelons in confusion, and couldn't remember what had just happened.

"Boom!" was another thunderclap, and Zhou Fan finally returned to his soul.

He remembered that he seemed to have been struck by thunder, and he had a dream that he was about to die, but in the end a light saved him.

looked up at the sky, the rain was still falling like ****, "Hmm! So he reached out and touched it, "Huh, the wound on my forehead is gone, how can this be?"

It's strange, it seems that there will be a blessing if you don't die in a catastrophe, thinking that he just gave the thunder split, he couldn't help but have another cold war. So he said: God is strange, you must know that I am a kind person, so you are just teaching me a lesson.

He put his hands together and raised them above his head to bow to God, and then quickly cleaned up the mess, and ran back in the direction of home with a wooden cart.