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Qiao Anshan didn't have a good life when he was a child, a single-parent family and poor financial conditions.

His stature is not much worse than the small bamboo pole in the weak wind, which also makes him often the target of being bullied, but these are all tolerable, except for that one thing.

Young children become reticent and even withdrawn after their first experience with something that horrible.

It's not that his mother didn't notice the change in the child, she was just too busy making a living, she didn't have time to think about it or ask.

Silence breeds criminals, patience breeds crime.

Soon, Joan Anshan, who was still a child, met the man who smelled of smoke again. On the same dark night, in the same narrow and deep alley, the dim street lamps cast a vague sense of fear.

The man stood opposite Joan Anshan, blocking his way home. The tall stature forced Joan Anshan to look up at him.

Because the light formed a huge shadow that completely enveloped the little child, like an ugly monster that wanted to swallow people into their stomachs.

The legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they were too heavy to lift. The man seemed very satisfied with the shivering appearance of the child, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

The ugly skin on his face trembled, and the man laughed: "Shanshan, good boy, I'm the uncle from the opposite street, uncle is not a bad person."

Xiao Anshan's entire face froze when he heard such words. He knew him, and he lived very close... He watched the man approaching him step by step, feeling suffocated and desperate.

The child suddenly pushed the man with all his strength, and then wanted to run back.

This little strength didn't shake the man at all, as soon as he reached out and grabbed the boy by the collar, he lifted him up again, it was too small... the child's struggle was too small.

Xiao Anshan started screaming, punching and kicking, he hoped that someone would come to save him, tears of fear soon soaked in his eyes.

After the man heard him calling for help, he covered his mouth with his rough hand full of smoke smell again, and the shouting instantly turned into a suppressed whimper, and Xiao Anshan was pushed against the cold wall again.

Breathing in the stale dust, the child began to cough heart-piercingly, but the man showed no mercy, he just couldn't wait to take off the boy's pants.

Xiao Anshan's pupils widened in an instant, and his eyes couldn't hold the big tears, which soon became sticky to the man's hand.

It wasn't until the lower body became cold and felt the touch of the air breeze that the boy seemed to wake up with a start, and struggled like crazy!He didn't understand anything, but he was disgusted.

Biting the finger that sealed his lips, the man let out a piercing scream, and reflexively let go of the restraint on the boy. Qiao Anshan was thrown heavily on the ground, and the rough stones abraded his bare, immature skin .

The man looked at the bleeding finger, and suddenly changed his face, becoming vicious and resentful. He stared at the boy on the ground with hatred.

The trousers had fallen down to his ankles. Joan Anshan stepped back while pulling up his trousers. The man walked over and kicked him hard.

That kick hit the boy's chest with such force that his ribs were broken, Xiao Anshan's throat even smelled of blood, and he almost passed out without lifting his breath.

The man knelt down and grabbed his neck, Xiao Anshan couldn't breathe, and grabbed the man's hand, just in time to touch the bite wound again.

The man cursed, "You son of a bitch!" The slaps were overwhelming, and the small face was red and swollen instantly, and the lips even ruptured and bleed.

The brain was dizzy, Qiao Anshan felt that he could not hold on any longer, but he couldn't give up.

Bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at a stone beside the man, desperately stretched his arms to hold it, fingertips rubbed against the ground and moved forward bit by bit, just a little bit, just a little bit...

The slap stopped, and what touched the cheek again turned into a man's disgusting lips, the beard pierced the skin leaving a tingling sensation, and the slippery tongue left water stains.

Xiao Anshan collapsed in an instant, the eyes of a child can become so sinister, ah...it's so disgusting, I want to kill him!

The sharp stone tightly held in his hand suddenly stabbed at the man's right eye, once or twice, he seemed to hear the sound of the eyeball bursting.

The man let out a terrifying scream, and lost his mind in an instant. He staggered up from the ground, covered his bloody eyes with both hands, and ran out of the alley crying madly!

The little Qiao Anshan was left in place, the night was getting bigger and bigger, and the figure was getting smaller and smaller. He sat on the ground shaking, shaking like a sieve, and he didn't know whether it was the fear of the future or the joy of the rest of his life.

With the remaining warmth of blood on his face, Xiao Anshan covered his face and grinned, a sad cry came out while smiling.

With both hands, he wiped the blood and saliva on his face indiscriminately, which was blurred with tears.

So disgusting, so disgusting, why are they all his things!

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Things that think that time will dilute are just deliberately blocked.

Your self-righteous forgetting, in fact, only needs an "opportunity" to instantly disintegrate the disguise you made, and laugh at your defeat.

Qiao Anshan never thought that he would see that man again in this life.

The man got into the car through the front door, wearing an old-fashioned jacket and light velvet pants, with a slightly hunched back and hobbled steps.

The man's face was much older, his face was flushed with alcohol, his left eye was empty and his right eye was disabled, and there were terrible scars on his tightly closed eyelids.

Time has changed the man's appearance, but even if he turns into ashes, Joan Anshan will still remember it, yes, how can such a bad thing be forgotten?

Ever since he saw the man for the first time, the temperament of Qiao Anshan's whole body has changed. His muscles began to tense, his fist holding the armrest faintly burst out with blue veins, his face was livid and his lips were tightly pursed, ah...and that gradually changed. Get a sinister look.

Joan Anshan kept looking at the man. He saw him staggering in the carriage, and everyone he touched turned away in disgust. He saw him walk behind a little girl who was riding alone, and then dawdled with his crotch secretly. other side.

The girl seemed to be aware of it, but her expression was dazed and frightened, and she couldn't even dodge a little bit.

So small, so insignificant, just like Qiao Anshan back then.

If, back then, someone could help me...

Jian Shou opened his eyes the moment Joan Anshan dropped the earphones. He couldn't see Joan Anshan's facial expression, but he could feel his inexplicably stiff body.

Under Jian Shou's gaze, Qiao Anshan walked to the center of the carriage and stood behind the man.

He put his hand on the man's shoulder, and slowly increased the strength, the drunken man turned his head in pain.

Qiao Anshan was at least a head taller than him, and the man had to look up to see the boy's face clearly, but the oppression of his height was enough for the man to force the scolding back into his stomach.

The man thought he was unlucky, and gave up continuing to moles the girl. He wanted to escape from the boy's hand, but unexpectedly, the hand intensified, giving the man the illusion that his shoulder bones were about to be crushed.

The man began to cry out in pain "Ouch, Ouch", causing commotion in the carriage.

Jian Shou put away the earphones, only then did he fully realize that something was wrong,

The man's shoulders were tightly locked by Joan Anshan and he couldn't move. There was a little girl trembling in front of him, and the expression on Joan Anshan's face was so dangerous that he could vaguely see hatred from it.

The bus stopped at an unknown station, Qiao Anshan actually pushed the man to get off the bus early, Jian Shou felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

At this time, the car door was closed and ready to start, Jian Shou suddenly yelled: "Master, stop the car! Sorry, I'll just get off here!" Then the car door opened again, and Jian Shou flew down.

Qiao Anshan pressed the man for a long way. He didn't want to send the man to the police station, but was looking for a remote place.

On the way, the man wanted to escape several times, but he was no match for the man who had been training all year round. After cursing nonsense for a while, he began to beg for mercy. Qiao Anshan remained expressionless, and no one knew how many storms were bred in it. .

He took the man to an empty garbage sorting collection station, surrounded by large buckets for sorting, and foul-smelling garbage scattered everywhere.

The man was pushed to the ground by Joan Anshan, and his waist was bent so that he screamed in pain, and then cursed angrily: "You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!"

Obviously, this sentence completely stimulated Joan Shanmoto's already tense nerves to the extreme. He sneered sneeringly, picked up the big plastic bucket beside him, and suddenly slammed it hard at the man on the ground.

The man never expected to be attacked so viciously, the severe pain from the bucket hitting his body awakened all his fear of this stranger, and he wanted to run away!

Jian Shou, who ran over not far away, happened to see this scene, and his footsteps slowed down because of shock. He saw the smile on Qiao Anshan's face, a bloodthirsty and crazy smile.

He seemed to be a completely different person, and started the one-sided brutal beating. The hairs all over Jian Shou's body trembled. Joan Anshan like this made him instinctively afraid.

The man on the ground was lifted up like a piece of rag, and then fell hard to the ground!Qiao Anshan stomped on the man's abdomen with his feet, and hit the man's head with his fist. The man was completely limp and turned into a ball of mud, unable to fight back!

It wasn't until the man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood that Jian Shou finally screamed and ran over to try to stop Qiao Anshan.

But at this time, Qiao Anshan was completely insane, his mind was full of afterimages from his childhood, and the man never appeared after he pierced his right eye.

So this monstrous bad breath has been suffocated in his heart, torturing him and burning him, he really wants to kill this man.

Jian Shou couldn't stop him at all, the man on the ground was already covered in blood, and his struggle became weaker and weaker, Jian Shou became frightened, he mustered his breath and hugged Qiao Anshan's waist and dragged him back.

He kept muttering: "An Shan, An Shan, stop beating! People will die!"

dead?Joan Anshan's chaotic eyes suddenly sharpened, he threw Jian Shou away, and watched him fall into the garbage dump indifferently, his palm was cut by the broken glass bottle, but the bright red blood did not arouse any regret in him.

"But I just want him to die! No matter how much you meddle in your own business, I will kill you."

Jian Shou fell into an ice cave in an instant, his face was as pale as paper, he had never seen such a Joan Anshan, with a frightening and crazy face, and vicious words uttered from his mouth.

He watched Qiao Anshan go back to continue to deal with the man on the ground, and finally took out his mobile phone tremblingly and called the police. He couldn't watch Qiao Anshan kill someone, let alone watch him risk his life.

Joan Anshan knelt down and grabbed the man's hair to make him look up. He lowered his voice as if it was the scariest thing in the world, and said, "Uncle across the street, do you remember Shanshan?"

The man who was almost fainting suddenly widened his eyes, and his lips trembled so that he couldn't speak in tune. Obviously he still remembered the child who blinded him in one eye many years ago.

The siren sounded from far to near on the street, Qiao Anshan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, uncle, you deserve to die! But this time is enough for me to give you the other eye." punctured."

The man struggled to utter the words of begging for mercy, his pants were soaked in urine, and finally rolled his eyes and passed out completely!

The police station was nearby, and they rushed over to seal off the scene. The man had already been lying on the ground recklessly, and it was very tragic at first glance. The young man who was suspected of being the murderer was squatting on the ground and there was no movement.

The police handcuffed him easily, and then took him to the police car.

When passing Jian Shou, Qiao Anshan paused, and he only said a word to Jian Shou.

He said, "What the hell don't you understand."

Jian Shou will never forget the ironic and self-deprecating smile on the corner of Joan Anshan's mouth, which seems to reveal endless sadness and loneliness.

For a moment, Jian Shou felt that Qiao Anshan hated himself.

"You don't fucking understand anything."