In the pouring rain, the old woman dragged Yang Xian's young body and cried. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the vast white world, in the midst of heavy rain and lightning and thunder, the old man's figure was lonely and helpless to the extreme.

"My child!"

The old woman cried in a low voice, "Of the nine members of my Yang family, seven of them starved to death this year, only me and you survived, but I didn't expect you to be killed today." ”

She looked up at the sky, and at this moment there was a thunderbolt and a snake flashing in the clouds, shining the old lady's wrinkled face full of sorrow and suffering like a ghost.

She hissed and cried, "God, you are unfair!"

"My Yang family has always done their duty, and they have never done evil deeds, why do they have to suffer so much?"

Her voice was full of endless resentment, "In January, my husband starved to death, in February my son and daughter-in-law starved to death, and several of my daughters starved to death a few days ago!"

She pulled her grandson's corpse and looked crazy, shouting, "In the past few days, only me and this grandson have survived in the family, but now, my only grandson has also been killed by that beast!"

The old woman pulled her grandson's corpse and kept screaming, "My Yang family has been cut off, are you satisfied?"

She went crazy, screaming, scolding, like a madman, "My grandsons are dead, and I am not alive!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thunder rang out one after another in the sky, and the torrential rain became more urgent, drenching all movement in the rain.

Just as the old woman was screaming and cursing frantically, the corpse of the child she was carrying in her hand suddenly moved.

The old woman's body was shocked, and the screaming and scolding stopped, and the crazy look slowly disappeared, she stopped, and slowly turned to look back.

In the thunder and lightning that lit up one after another, Yang Xian's little face that was hit by the torrential rain appeared and disappeared, and his mouth seemed to open and close slightly.

The old woman's body trembled violently, and she hurried closer to see it, fearing that she might be dazzled, and used her body to block the overwhelming rain.

I saw Yang Xian's mouth open slightly, and said softly: "Grandma......"

The old woman was only suspicious of her dreams, "Xian'er, you're not dead, oh my God, you're alive!"

She leaned over and hugged Yang Xian, her body trembling, "Oh my God, oh my God, my grandson is not dead, not dead, woo woo......"

Yang Xian woke up from one of the deepest nightmares, and only after being drenched in torrential rain for a long time did he recall his current situation.

"I was talking to the man in white when his face was cold, and he seemed to push him in vain, and then I had a pain in my chest, and I didn't know anything. And my grandmother is crying like this now, she probably thinks I'm dead, that's why I'm so sad. ”

As soon as he moved slightly, he felt a terrible pain in his chest, and a salty liquid gushed out of his throat uncontrollably, and was immediately washed away by the torrential rain.

"My sternum must have been broken by the man in white!"

After feeling quietly in the rain for a while, Yang Xian already had a preliminary judgment of his physical condition, "Fortunately, my ribs are different from others, which saved my life." ”

Although Yang Xian is only six years old, he was born different from ordinary people, precocious and precocious, far from being comparable to ordinary children. Just a moment after opening his eyes, he already understood his current situation.

Seeing his grandmother holding himself and crying in the rainstorm, he called softly, "Grandma, let's go home." ”

Because the ribs hurt so badly, and the wind and rain were heavy, it wasn't until Yang Xian said it several times that the old woman who was crying with joy didn't hear it.

"Go home, yes, go home!"

Hearing what Yang Xian said, the old woman didn't remember that she and her grandson were still on the street, in the torrential rain.

She hurriedly stood up, and then bent down to help Yang Xian up, but at the same time she got up, Yang Xian had already climbed up from the ground.

He seemed to be dying just now, but once he woke up, he quickly recovered, as if the situation he had just laid on the ground like a dead body was just a dream.

"Xian'er, can you stand up yourself?"

The old woman was surprised and delighted, "Good boy, good boy, are you all right?"

Yang Xian grinned, "I'm fine, grandma." ”

He walked up to the old woman and gently hugged her, "Let's go home." ”

"Yes, yes, go home!"

The old woman nodded again and again, her body trembled in the torrential rain, and with Yang Xian's support, she walked forward along the potholed and undulating streets.

Holding his grandmother's thin and trembling body, Yang Xian couldn't help but blame himself, "Why did I say those words before? So many people watched the criminals being killed, and they didn't say anything, why should I be reckless?"

"Why should I stand up when I don't have the strength?"

"Now because I said a few words, not only was I almost killed by the man in white, but even my grandmother was also involved in crying in such a rainstorm!"

Yang Xian's chest pierced the pain, every breath, every step, there was an extremely intense pain that spread from his chest to his whole body, and beads of sweat rose from his forehead, but then melted into the heavy rain.

But even if his eyes were black in pain, he didn't dare to tell his grandmother, so as not to worry the old man.

"What you provoke, you naturally have to bear it yourself!"

Yang Xian lowered his head, not daring to let his grandmother see the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, when he felt the extreme pain coming from his chest, his mind also kept flashing the situation of the man in white volleying at himself at that time, "That man in white beat me, is it the legendary martial arts?"

Thinking of the terrible method of the man in white who almost slapped himself to death with just a false slap, Yang Xian's eyes flashed with a deep yearning for this method and a deep hatred for the man in white.

"He's so powerful, why don't you want to do something good for us, but instead kill innocents indiscriminately? I just said two words, and he was going to kill me, is it that now the government won't even let people speak?"

Yang Xian's eyes gradually showed a look of confusion, "Could it be that the purpose of learning martial arts is just to kill people and bully the weak?"

He helped his grandmother to walk to the door of a family on the street to take shelter from the rain, and his mind still kept thinking, "The reason why the man in white dares to kill me and can kill me is because the two of us are too different, whether it is status or strength, he completely crushes me, so he dares to do this to me." If I can surpass him in terms of status and strength, he will not dare to be so presumptuous! If we talk about strength, in fact, status is also a kind of power!"

"If my family is strong, then my family will not starve to death!"

"If the people are strong, the government will not bully them!"

"So, only strength is the root of everything!"

The questions that Yang Xian thought of at this time were completely beyond the imagination of a child of his age, and even ordinary adults rarely had such thoughts.

But for Yang Xian, this is a normal thing.

For example, it takes several years for ordinary people to read and write, but for him, just listening to it in a private school for a month is enough to learn all the fonts, and by the way, he can also learn how to make articles.

For example, normal people's ribs are all strips, but his ribs are a whole piece, other children at his age, the strength is very small, but his strength is surprisingly big.

Some people are born different, and Yang Xian is one of them.

He stood on the side of the street at this time, looking at the heavy rain like the Tianhe River pouring out in front of him, and in the thunder in the sky, his fists were slowly clenched, and he muttered: "It seems that if you want to live well, you must make yourself have a kind of strength! Whether it is power or force!"

"Boom!"

Just after Yang Xian's words were spoken, thunder in the sky sounded one after another, and a silver snake suddenly lit up on a big tree not far away, and then with a click, the big tree had been broken by the thunder.

Yang Xian turned his head to look at the big tree that was split by the thunder, and his golden eyes were still reflecting the afterimage of the lightning just now, "This is power!"