doom monster

The surroundings gradually got out of control, and there was a lot of trouble. The dozen or so people who came back explained most of the things in one word.On the contrary, the same caliber did not mention the farce that the food belonged to before.

It is said that spittle stars can swallow people to death. Everyone heard the rumors and rumors spread everywhere. Ten mouths and hundreds of mouths were passed on. Unknowingly, oil and vinegar were added. With the real hammer of old Deng, Xiangzi was completely reduced. Become a heinous villain.

People looked at Xiangzi differently, as if he was a malignant tumor, avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion.

After all, the ten or so people who came back are ironclad evidence. One person may still have misunderstood, and the dozen or so people have to make people disbelieve.

In the final analysis, people are selfish, and Xiangzi's existence is undoubtedly a ticking time bomb when something like this happens.

After doing something once, no one knows whether he will revert to his old ways in the future.Just like in peaceful times, after a murderer is released from prison, even if he reforms in the future, this layer of past is an indelible skin, and everyone will look at it with colored glasses.

Now that the person concerned has a fierce attitude, under the leadership of these people, it is difficult to calm down the anger of the public, or tolerate him.

If someone spoke for Xiangzi at this time, he would probably be dragged into the water too.

Xiangzi was so scared that he couldn't help shaking. The warning in Old Deng's eyes made him instinctively dare not disobey him, and he couldn't even say a word to his habitual father.

He knew that old Dengtou regarded him as an abandoned son, and chose to be wise and protect himself.

But Xiangzi couldn't complain and didn't dare to complain, because what he was more afraid of was being abandoned.

Dad is his whole world.

Xiangzi's sense of wit made Lao Deng's attitude a little softer. He gently stroked Xiangzi's head. Xiangzi's humbleness pleased him, and he even felt a little better when he was originally angry and ruined a good thing.

Many times, Old Deng felt that he was not raising a son, but more like raising a dog.

He's a dog, he doesn't hold grudges or picky eaters, he beats him up and gives him a bit of meat, he still comes over with his tail wagging happily.

It's a pity that Zaiguai is just a dog.

***

When Yu Qiu arrived, the issue of Xiangzi's execution had come to an end.

"Xiangzi, let's go, you let me down too much." The thin old man burst into tears as he spoke, and every time he uttered a word, it seemed that he had been pulled out of his strength. He was even more embarrassed than the dying Xiangzi.

Wang Ying had been crying a long time ago, clutching Xiangzi's shoulder tightly, crying for him to return her husband.

The scolding and children's wailing mixed in all around pushed Xiangzi to a desperate situation step by step.

The embarrassed man lowered his head, his eyes were empty like a shell without a soul, allowing him to be insulted.

However, Lao Dengtou's final decision touched his last line of defense.

"Dad...don't want me...I will be obedient, I...I am very obedient...don't want me, okay?" Xiangzi spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and felt pain every time he took a breath .

He was terrified, terrified, and aching, but no amount of pain could compare to the pain in his heart.

"Father, don't go." Old Deng's way of leaving made Xiangzi panic. He tried his best to stop him, but relying on hysterical energy, he half-prostrated and hugged the old man's calf like a life-saving straw.

Xiangzi was seriously injured, and for a while he couldn't exert any strength at all. His black clothes rubbed against the ground and rolled in the mud. During the beating, none of the exposed skin was intact, and the skin that was barely intact was worn out in an instant.

Xiangzi thought, he is really not greedy, he just wants his father; when others beat him, he doesn't cry, scold him, and don't talk back.Only a light "you go" made Xiangzi defeated.

In fact, Xiangzi has never grown up, he is still the person who can be moved to the point of death by giving a bun.

Even if he loses himself because of this, it is the best support for him to live.

"dad..."

Old Deng looked down at him, his face seemed tangled and struggling, and he looked very painful.

He opened and closed his mouth, muttered for a while, and avoided his face sadly.

The little old man closed his eyes and suddenly knelt down.

People were taken aback by his actions. Lao Deng was over sixty years old and usually had a high prestige in the village. His image of loving the village and the people was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How could everyone dare to accept his kneeling.

The old man had to kneel down, which made people feel even more bitter.Even if Xiangzi wasn't born by Lao Deng, he had raised him for so many years anyway, so how could he not have any feelings for him? His kneeling, in the eyes of others, was not atonement for Xiangzi.

But if the younger generation is wrong, it is wrong. How can the elders repay him? Poor old Deng loves his son eagerly, and it will only make people more intolerable for Xiangzi.

The head of Lao Deng did not dare to look at Xiangzi, he clenched his fists, and said word by word: "Xiangzi is stupid and deceived by lard, but he is my son of Deng Jianguo, and I will replace him Apologies to everyone."

"I don't ask you to forgive him, I just ask you to give him a way to survive, it's like using my old face, please everyone."

"Village chief, get up." A straight-tempered elder sister in flowered clothes couldn't bear it, helped the thin old man up, and then squatted down and pulled Xiangzi's hand away.

Staring at him, he said angrily, "I'm keeping you half breathed for the sake of the village chief, but there's no room for you here anymore, so go away."

The people echoed one after another, in the end, they gave old Dengtou a three-pointer. After all, the old Dengtou devoted himself to the village for decades and everyone saw it; the mistakes made by the younger generation were made by the younger generation, let Xiangzi bear the due price enough.

Besides, going out of the refuge camp is actually no different from sending you to your death. The food and water in the village have long been monopolized.

Xiangzi's face was ashen, and no one helped him. The spittle from each person was like a knife piercing him.

He looked at Old Deng's head almost pleadingly, and the more and more solid obsession in his heart was like a demonic obstacle. The word "abandoned" corroded his flesh and blood like poison, easily crushing him.

While Wang Ying was crying heartbreakingly, Tan Panpan subconsciously felt that Uncle Xiangzi was a bad person because his mother was crying so sadly.

Panpan didn't know what to do, so he could only follow his instinct to punch and kick Xiangzi.

However, Tan Panpan was still just a little bean, swinging his small arms and legs for a long time, half of his ten punches and ten kicks hit the air.

"Mom..." The child turned his head to look at Wang Ying, a little aggrieved. His skinny hands, which were as thin as chicken feet, were no longer as fat as they used to be, and he could barely rub his eyes.

Since the outbreak of carbon nine, its erosion has been pervasive, destroying the body's immunity, day after day, and now Tan Panpan just rubs his eyes, and his skin is so fragile that it hurts hot.

The child's tears were full of discomfort, and the physiological tears flowed on the red skin, which was painful and painful.

Wanting to cry but not daring to cry, in a trance, a pair of warm big hands suddenly hugged him, the sudden flight of his body made the child extremely uncomfortable, struggling with his two short legs that had nowhere to rest, he cried out in fright: " Mommy mommy."

The owner of the big hand felt a little helpless, wrapped the child's two small hands, and raised his chin.

The child wrinkled his face, and his eyes were forced to meet a face.

"Father..." Tan Panpan stared blankly at the returning man with tears in his eyes, blinked stupidly, stopped struggling, and plunged into the man's arms like a small spinning top.

Wang Ying felt like she had a dream, the dream was so real, she really thought that she had lost everything, and she even felt that it was unreal for a while, until Tan Donghua's generous palm covered her, and she just woke up like a dream.

More and more tears fell silently, the tears were salty, but her heart was sour and sweet, Wang Ying took two steps forward and hugged her home.

Looking at this small family that was almost torn apart, Yu Qiu was both grateful and disappointed.

He doesn't have parents, so deep in his heart is not longing. He actually envies Tan Panpan very much. Tan Panpan is really a child who grew up in love.

The tolerance of Wang Ying and Tan Donghua has created a complete family, which is destined to be indispensable.Yu Qiu has never tasted the warmth of his parents, but he hopes that Tan Panpan can always have it.

Because that was the home he longed for.

Hope to be happy!

Looking at the happy family of three, Yu Qiu couldn't help laughing.

"Luo Heng."

"I'm very happy!"

The joy in the young man's heart was so warm and straightforward, and his sincere blessing made Luo Heng feel like a fool.

Yes, fool!

But why would he feel sad?