"He has so many so many bad …"
A girl’s tone is full of emotion, sound and beauty, like sweet cakes.
"Right!"
Xia Mi clapped his hands and agreed that he was excited after being affirmed by his girlfriend.
But the corners of the mouth of the painted pear clothes are slightly sweet to the heart. Kaner continued, "It’s his bad … I also like it."
At this time, watching Liu Chen outside couldn’t wait to rush into the dream and hold the girl tightly and never let go again.
He has a lot of things in his heart that he wants to be strong, to solve his own puzzles, to return to his original world and to forget some past events.
But the girl has him in her heart.
Chapter six hundred Look at the present for a lifetime
Lu Chen doesn’t want to continue to look at the dream of painting pear clothes, and his joy and sadness are intertwined, which makes him feel distressed.
He’s going to wake up the pear painting, hold her in his arms and tell her that I’m by your side.
He can’t remember how long he has been in his dream and watched it, but watching it so many times finally made him find a possibility to dream.
Sister Honghong’s dream hammer is half effective because she didn’t dream of looking at pear clothes.
If you want to draw the pear clothes back, he must also really fall asleep and have sex with them in their dreams.
Maybe when the time comes, he will not look at the pear clothes but look at the pear clothes, and the two of them may lose their dreams together.
This is a gamble and a high-risk line, but Lu Chen doesn’t choose.
He reassured me that the residual force of the dream hammer was linked to his consciousness of painting pears and clothes.
For a moment, his consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, as if he had gone back to a long time ago.
……
The dream of painting pear clothes stopped. She didn’t know it was like flying to nine days and looking down at someone and seeing another picture.
In the picture is a story of a little boy.
The boy seems to be about five years old and blocked by three eleven or twelve-year-old children in the corner of the alley.
"Why didn’t the little bastard run away?"
A fat boy kicked the little boy.
"I’m not a bastard"
The little boy crouched in the corner with his hands on his head, and his thin hands were exposed with the veins standing out, which seemed to suppress great anger.
But he has to put up with it because this is the village head and he has to take his mother to live in the village. He can’t make trouble.
"It’s also said that it’s either a bastard without a father or a bastard, hahaha."
Another boy laughed
They both followed the input "bastard bastard bastard …"
"I’m not a bastard"
The little boy stubbornly repeated this sentence.
A tall and thin boy picked up a stone and still said to the boy’s face, "Let you steal from our store and kill you thief bastard."
The little boy covered his face. "I didn’t steal anything. That bracelet is my mother. I gave it to Uncle Liu to help me sell it for money to buy medicine for my mother, but he didn’t give it to me."
"Bullshit, how can you have such a precious jade in this poor little family? My father bought it for my mother at a big price!"
The tall and thin boy took another stone and threw it at the little boy
"That’s my mother. Dad gave it to my mother."
The little boy stubborn way
"Ah, you have a dad? Fen is a bastard. You are definitely not born by your mother. After all, your mother is quite beautiful. "
The fat boy sneered.
The little boy covered his head, his hands trembled slightly and he was silent, but his body and blood collided like an angry dragon
"Hey, I heard that Wang Zhanggui in the village wants to marry your mother and go home. Is it true?"
Another boy laughed
"True or false, but his mother is really beautiful. Unfortunately, she is paralyzed. Then Wang Zhanggui’s interest is unique enough."
Fat boy suspicious laughed
"Gee, if you don’t want a little bastard, don’t cure your mother and sell it to Yi Chun Yuan in the city. Maybe you can become the number one."
The tall boy sneered.
Three boys burst into laughter. People here are very precocious and got married at the age of thirteen or fourteen. They naturally know the meaning of something.
The little boy doesn’t understand something, but he feels full of malice from these people.
He once had a happy family, but his father died of illness as soon as he remembered, and his mother collapsed a year ago as if she had lost her soul and could never hear his words again.
He complained about the past, but advised himself to be satisfied with the cold night, and he could still listen to his mother breathing and fall asleep.
"I said, little bastard, why don’t you take me to your broken place and call our dad today?"
The tall, thin boy smiled inexplicably and saw that the little boy squatting on the ground didn’t move and kicked each other again.
Seeing that the little boy didn’t respond, he felt a little interesting. He spat and smeared, "Cut the broken things. Maybe your mother was selling your father in Yichunyuan before, and I don’t know who it was?"
Just then, the little boy looked up, his young cheeks were covered with mud and bruises, and his dark eyes seemed to be dormant, staring at the tall boy closely.