Burning Heaven

"My mother is not a dog"

"Ah... ah, stop twisting, I beg you"

"It hurts, stop twisting, please"

"My mother is not a dog"

"not a dog"

Lin Mofeng has lost his mind, and kept shouting crazily. The hand that twisted the nameless boy's arm was even more forceful at this time, his complexion twitched, and his eyes were so white that it was terrifying. A loud roar instantly broke the stiff situation.

"Lin Mofeng, you bastard, stop now!"

When Mo Feng was about to look back a little, a calloused slap hit Mo Feng's face.

"Pa" "Lin Mofeng, are you still human?"

When Mo Feng wanted to come back after being slapped on one side of the face.

"crack, clap"

There were two more crisp sounds, which made Lin Mofeng, who was already unable to stand by the slap just now, directly slapped to the ground.

"Bastard, Lin Mofeng, you bastard," "How can I, Lin Nanxuan, have your son? I blinded me."

When Lin Mofeng heard the three words Lin Nanxuan, his body trembled when he fell on the ground, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, Lin Mofeng's white skin began to recover at this time, The cloudy eyes gradually returned to normal.

"Father..." Lin Mofeng's cold face at this time finally couldn't resist Lin Nanxuan's roar, and he instantly showed an expression of grievance. Tears began to roll in his eyes that had just returned to normal. Looking at this tall man, standing in front of him In front of him, his chest was heaving and heaving, his face was angry, and his teeth were clenched, but from time to time there was a sound of "Z...Z..." from the clenched teeth.

Especially when Lin Mofeng saw the bamboo basket that Lin Nanxuan was carrying on his back at this time, behind the bamboo basket there were still many emerald green flutes that had not been sold.

Dou Da's tears couldn't help the restraint of his eyes, and with an expression of grievance, he fell down...

"Father, they called my mother a dog"

"My... mother is not... a dog" Lin Mofeng began to twitch and gasped as he cried, but he couldn't stop his firm tone.

"I...mother...not...a dog...not a dog..."

Seeing the scene at this moment, Lin Nanxuan didn't know how to respond. He clenched his fists tremblingly, not knowing what was going on in his mind, but then he immediately turned around and ran towards Zhao Ming, who had seen a little better but was still moaning.

Next to Zhao Ming is a slightly fat person, cleanly dressed, with a Chinese character face, and his hair is curled up. Looking closely at this person, his complexion is rosy and radiant, and his face is rich, but his eyebrows have already wrinkled into Wang characters. type.

"Lin Nanxuan, I can't spare you. Look at what your bastard son has done." The rich man pointed at Lin Nanxuan and yelled. Bright belly.

Then he picked up Zhao Ming and ran towards the entrance of the village, and the unnamed boy also slowly followed the rich middle-aged man towards the entrance of the village with the support of other teenagers.

Obviously, the laughing boy who bullied Lin Mofeng that day saw that the situation was not right, so he immediately went back to the village to find the village chief, and happened to meet Lin Nanxuan who came back from Heishui City. come running.

The informant boy came to the face of the already frightened fat man, made a disgusting grimace, and followed the supported boy towards the village with a smile.

at sunset,

On the small road in the countryside, Lin Mofeng who was still crying and Wang Xiaohu who was frightened were left behind.

Of course, there was also Lin Nanxuan who stood for a long time without saying a word.

"Follow me back" was Lin Nanxuan's only sentence. After he finished speaking, he forcibly pulled Lin Mofeng who was still crying, and walked towards the entrance of the village, leaving behind Wang Xiaohu who dared not speak.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Lin Nanxuan's back, making him look so lonely. The basket on his back was solid except for the bottom, with large slits on the edges, which could be vaguely seen. Under the green bamboo flute, it seemed that there was a pack of oil paper wrapped It was a big lump, its shape was exactly like the oil bag of Ouyang steamed stuffed bun that Lin Nanxuan bought for Mo Feng that day.

"I...mother...not...a dog..."

The cries of anger are still echoing in this winding path,

It's just that the sound is obviously much smaller...

Ginkgo Village.

in thatched cottage.

"Kneel down and reach out"

In the room, Lin Nanxuan held a one-foot bamboo board, pointed at Lin Mofeng who had stopped crying but was still dying, and shouted loudly, spitting and flying.

After Lin Mofeng heard this sentence, his braided head slowly lowered, his knees plopped, and he seemed to kneel down very simply.

"Father, I was wrong, don't be angry with me"

Lin Mofeng said aggrievedly and immediately stretched out two little hands covered in mud, his voice was very hoarse and his face was slightly convulsed, his eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks were full of tears, and his whole body was covered with mud, especially the one hanging around his neck. The dirty gold thin silk is more obvious.

"Lin Mofeng, you're really good. When you grow up, you can do whatever you want, right? Let's see if I don't beat you to death."

After Lin Nanxuan finished speaking, he raised the bamboo board high in his hand, and after lifting it over his head, he slammed it down and hit Lin Mofeng's palm. "

Crack, tell you to hit someone" Lin Nanxuan spitting and roaring.

"Crack, you unfilial son" It was another violent hit, which made Lin Mofeng's head bow even lower, but Lin Mofeng didn't cry at all, and he didn't even get angry. He just clenched his teeth.

"Crack...crack, tell you to hit someone"

"Crack...crack...crack...I told you to hit someone."

Violent voices came from inside the thatched cottage. Heizi, who was far outside the door, had smelled the aroma of meat buns and was about to enter the house to snatch them, but after hearing these noises, he quickly ran into the bushes as if he understood , not coming out.

evening.

Lin Mofeng was still kneeling in the room, with braided hair and head lowered, but his hands were not touching the ground at all, they were hanging vertically in the air, because at this moment, his hands were full of red marks like a prisoner.

Lin Nanxuan was not beating Lin Mofeng at this time, but walked to the wooden bed, lifted the wooden plank, and after groping for a while, found a bulging bag full of floral cloth. After picking it up, it rattled, as if there were many There was still some silver on the copper plate, and the big hand quickly reached in, took some out and stuffed it into the clothes, and then put the calico bag under the wooden plate, and immediately turned around and pointed to Mo Feng who was still kneeling on the ground, saying:

"Look at what you, Lin Mofeng, have done." After saying that, he immediately walked out quickly, but suddenly stopped in front of the rotten wood door, and said with a soft sigh:

"I'll go out for a while, there are buns from Ouyang Baozi shop I bought for you in the bamboo basket"

After finishing speaking, he immediately opened the door and walked outside.After Mo Feng heard this, he immediately looked up at the bottom of the bamboo basket. It seemed that the oil paper was still steaming. Before he knew it, Lin Mofeng shed tears again.

lt;; Some people say that my plot development is too slow, here I want to say, I think a good fairy tale is not the so-called martial arts, but the embellishment of emotions, love is the main, martial arts is supplemented , the main highlight of the first article is love. Zhenjun sincerely wants to write a fairy tale novel that can compare with Zhu Xian. I will speed up the development of the plot. I guarantee that everything will be in the second volume. Start, so, madly recommend it to others, I work part-time and write, but I will definitely not stop updating gt;;