Ode to the Dragon

"It was your son who bullied others first, called Yang Doudou" little paralytic ", abused and beat others, and threw rubbish on him. You ask your son, is this a good thing he did? Should this kind of child be disciplined? "

Yang Doudou clenched his lips and felt sad.

Shen Hao's eyes also dodged, got into Zhao Lan's arms, and evaded everything in reality -

Zhao LAN held his head up and snorted coldly: "what's the matter? My son is wrong. Isn't he paralytic? Why is he in a wheelchair? My son is just telling the truth. Is he wrong? "

Why are all the women stunned?

Under the glare of the whole audience, Zhao LAN, with both hands in his arms, pointed out: "as for what you said, throwing stones, taking out garbage, letting him learn to bark like a dog, it's just a child, joking with each other, playing games like that."

"He's still a child. What does he know? What does he know? Why are you holding on to a child? Just forgive him. "

"On the contrary, you parents, like a dog, are so grown-up that you have a conscience to care about a child? Do you have a conscience? Why are you so narrow-minded and your souls so dirty? "

"I'm so ashamed and disgusted for you

The whole audience has been angered by her bold speech, and they are discontented and protested one after another. Yang Gang is even more furious and yells to kill the woman.

Regardless of the public opinion, Zhao lancai holds her son and points to Chu Feng with righteous words: "on the contrary, it's you. My child just said a few jokes, and your child beat him like this? You shouldn't discipline her, shouldn't you let her take responsibility? "

"What kind of parents are you?"

"You, you -" cloud Mu Qing where is this kind of shrew's opponent, a time angry pretty face flushed, speechless retort.

"It's not like that, Shen Hao. He's not joking at all!"

Just at this time, Duoduo suddenly stood up and said angrily.

After that, she trotted to Yang Doudou, and then rolled up his trouser legs. The next scene was startling, which made everyone take a breath of cold air -

Yang Doudou's thin leg appeared more than a dozen needle eyes, which were dense, and there were bloodstains flowing on his pale leg, which were all dry. Just a look at it made people creepy 。

Pointing to Shen Hao, many flowers said: "Doudou said that he was born with muscular atrophy, and his legs were unconscious. Shen Hao didn't believe it, so he had to" do experiments "by himself. After he fell asleep, he pricked him with a needle many times -"

Xiaohu also yelled: "yes, he was proud to show off with us, Shen Hao, dare you say that you didn't do it?"

Chufeng's face is particularly gloomy. Yang Gang and his wife cry, holding their child and twitching in a low voice, roaring to fight with Zhao LAN.

At the scene, the parents felt numb and could not help it any more. They burst out and began to give advice and comment:

"well, how can a child do this? It's a little devil. It's too much. "

"This is a serious injury. Call the police and send it to the juvenile detention center. Severe punishment is not allowed!"

"It's really a vicious woman. Like mother, like son. What kind of thing --"

seeing this scene, Shen Hao cried and ran into Zhao Lan's arms to avoid all this.

Zhao Lan's face also changed, but then she raised her eyebrows and cheered coldly: "what are you yelling at, what are you yelling at? It's just to prick his eyes. The little paralytic himself said that he didn't feel any pain. What's the big deal? "

In the audience completely stunned, Zhao LAN disdained a cold hum, a high face: "what's more, children are curious, active and fun, what's the matter? Are you going to kill his nature? "

"It just shows that my son has the talent to become a scientist and a medical expert. Take this little paralytic as an experiment to cultivate his interest. What's the matter?"

She held her son in her arms and said, "anyway, this little paralytic is also a waste of food. It's better to contribute to my son's research and experiment. This is his lucky life. This is the embodiment of his value."

"He should thank my son. It's his pleasure!"