Reborn in 1976, teach him how to be an official

Just as Liu Hongyi parked the minivan not far away and got out after changing his clothes, a little girl, about ten years old, holding a small thermos, walked carefully into a nearby alley.

This alley is ancient, old, dark and cold.

It concentrates almost all negative emotions.

The little girl was thin, had short hair, and looked obviously malnourished, but her facial features were delicate, especially her big, black eyes, which looked quite lively.

He held the small thermos in both hands, as if the contents inside were particularly important.

Her beautiful big eyes looked around from time to time, as if she was afraid of something.

As the saying goes: A hemp rope breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune finds its way to the unfortunate.

The more you fear something, the more likely it will come.

Just after turning a corner, three little boys suddenly rushed out. Judging from their age, they were about eleven or twelve years old. One of them rushed over with a strange cry, trying to snatch the thermos from the little girl's hand.

The little girl hurriedly hugged the thermos in her arms, bent down and protected the thermos.

"Give it to me, you stinking beggar... you anti-so-and-so bastard..."

"Don't grab it, don't grab it... Please, don't grab it... This is my mother's medicine..."

The little girl screamed in fear, begged for mercy, and dodged left and right.

"What medicine? Just the dregs... You stinky beggar, you go to the Chinese Medicine Hospital every day to pick up dregs, bringing disgrace to our Qili Street... Why doesn't that consumptive kid in your family just die?"

The boy in the lead was not tall, only about an inch taller than the little girl. He was also skinny and had a pair of triangular eyes at such a young age. He had a sinister and vicious look on his face. He reached into the little girl's arms, grabbed the thermos, and tried his best to pull it out.

It was as if the old thermos was some unforgivable thing that had to be snatched away and smashed.

The little girl cried and refused to let go.

Two other little boys also came forward to help.

The little girl is thin and weak, how can she be a match for three boys of the same age?

With a scream of pain, he finally snatched the thermos away from her, and her little hand was cut by the handle of the thermos, and blood flowed out.

The skinny boy raised the thermos in his hand and threw it to the ground fiercely. With a "bang", it shattered into pieces, and the yellow medicine juice splashed all over the ground.

"don't want……"

The little girl rushed over crying and squatted in front of the broken thermos, tears gushing out.

"You stinking beggar..."

The skinny boy raised his foot and was about to kick her.

"stop!"

"What are you doing?"

Following this furious shout, a big hand suddenly reached out from behind, grabbed the skinny boy's collar, pulled him away, and threw him away. With a "bang", he hit the wall on the other side and immediately started groaning.

"So shameless!"

"Three men bullying a little girl!"

"Where are your parents?"

"Don't care?"

It was Liu Hongyi who rushed over after hearing the noise.

"Don't press your mom... You dare to hit me? I'll go home and tell my brother to kill you!"

The next moment, the skinny boy with triangular eyes pointed at Liu Hongyi and started cursing.

Liu Hongyi was not one to tolerate such behavior. He strode over, raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and threw him two or three meters away, causing him to fall head over heels.

It's just that this bastard is young. If he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, I wonder if Liu Hongyi would give him a couple of slaps!

"roll!"

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

The three boys ran off cursing.

Liu Hongyi was too lazy to pay attention to them. He slowly walked up to the little girl and looked at her blankly with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You, what's your name?"

Liu Hongyi slowly squatted down, faced the little girl, and asked in a low voice.

The voice is a bit dry.

A look of anxiety on his face.

so similar.

The little girl before him bore at least a passing resemblance to the young Li Qingtong he remembered. She also bore some resemblance to Li Qingtong's childhood photos. However, back then, photographs were a rare occurrence, so Li Qingtong only had one photo of herself, when she was ten years old, and it was old and yellowed. After so many years, her memory had become even more hazy.