Chapter 9 What are you waiting for? Take action!

When Jiang Wazi heard the child’s grievance, she immediately became furious and pulled the child to come to the door. She cried and accused An Feng of being ungrateful and actually beat the "breast brother". When An Feng’s mother got the news to welcome him out, Jiang Wazi’s mother shouted louder.

"I raised a child. Why do you bite me back when you grow up? Is it natural to hurt my son?" Jiang Wazi's mother sang in a long voice. When she saw An Feng's mother leading An Feng out, she immediately found the target: "Secretary Feng, you are a public servant. You must take good care of your child and don't let him grow crooked like this. If he does this, your reputation in the unit is not good, right?"

An Feng's mother was scolded by someone, and she felt embarrassed. She twisted her hands together, not knowing how to apologize or explain. An Feng pushed away her mother's cover, walked up, and asked in surprise with childish surprise: "Mom, am I born by Aunt Jiang? Why don't I remember?"

Jiang Wazi's mother replied cleverly: "You were not born by me, I raised you..."

Next, An Feng couldn't help but answer. Jiang Wazi's mother recalled her memories, sang, chanted, beat and talked in various ways, trying to evoke An Feng's memories before she was one year old. However, An Feng was even more surprised. He asked his mother angrily and asked: "Mom, have you not paid Aunt Jiang's nanny fee?"

Jiang Wazi's mother choked up, An Feng turned around to face Jiang Wazi's mother and continued to question: "It's not a matter of course to get paid and finish the work? You said you raised me, so what's the money my mother paid? Is it the mainstream that I'm not working now? Once the person who takes the money does work, the person who pays must be grateful? Otherwise, it's ungrateful?"

The onlookers around laughed, there was no way. An Feng's reputation in the courtyard was so good. Jiang Wazi's mother might have been taking care of An Feng for several months, but it was too long and the people in the courtyard could hardly remember it. Now, it's so long and so silly that things are so vague. Besides, Jiang Wazi's mother does not work free of charge, so thankful. Could it be that all the dolls in the courtyard should be bullied by Jiang Wazi, and once they resist, they will be ungrateful?

Jiang Wazi's mother was laughed at and the sarcastic person said that she couldn't come to Taiwan. She made a difficult defense: "But... But, Fengfeng, I took good care of you. I'm all the time for you to poop and pee. You have forgotten all these friendships. Aren't these loves? Why don't you remember love at all? You are such a jealous wolf..."

Many years later, An Feng became an unshakable educational role model for parents in the hospital because of this quarrel. An Feng, who was not yet five years old, had the logic in his words that adults could not imagine. At the attention of the onlookers, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and asked curiously: "Aunt Jiang, I don't understand the truth you said, but I understand the truth is a little different from you - you took my mother's money and did things carefully. Isn't this the bottom line? This should be the minimum requirement for you by the person who pays money. Otherwise, my mother will give you money for you if she is not a relative or acquaintance? You have achieved the minimum requirement, why do you have to thank others?

Oh... Aunt Jiang said just now that I don’t remember love, what kind of love? Jiang Wazi stole my milk and ate my candy. Auntie stood by and watched. Is the aunt talking about 'ungratefulness'? Is this what she said?"

No one would have thought that An Feng had a self-memory at a very young age. He remembered that his baby milk had been drunk by Jiang Wazi. He still remembered that his mother stuffed her candy in his pocket was forcibly searched by Jiang Wazi's brother and distributed it to his two younger brothers. He remembered that his toy was chewed... An Feng would never believe that Jiang's mother was unaware of it. He remembered that every time Jiang's mother stood by and watched, but weakly advised his children not to go too far - that's all.

An Feng's question blows away the last bit of guilt from his mother. Although Jiang's mother cries and refuses to admit that such a thing is happening, An Feng's mother believes it, and the onlookers also believe it. Everyone talks and whispers to condemn them.

An Feng's next sentence made Jiang's mother completely stop. He said: "Mom Jiang, go home, stop making trouble. Jiang Wazi takes the candy from her children. Who should I ask about this? The children who the aunt cared for could not speak, and they could not blame Jiang Wazi, but the three Jiang Wazi brothers never lacked candy. They like to show off outside, like to use candy to greed and exchange money for toys. The older children in the yard saw it. Can the aunt explain how these candy came about?

Well, this matter is a big deal. Will Mom Jiang still want to be a nanny in the future?"

Jiang's mother was stunned for a while, and An Feng calmly added: "Auntie Jiang, you always said in the past: Don't interfere with the baby's affairs. When Jiang Wazi bullied others, she always laughed at the baby's complaints to the adults, and asked us not to play with such people...Auntie Jiang, how did you treat the complainant before? Today, Jiang Wazi complained first, right?"

Mother Jiang was completely speechless. Under the condemnation of the people around her, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, don't interfere with the baby matter. You said this. Remember what you said today, don't complain to me in the future!"

Jiang Wazi's mother didn't say anything: I have three brothers in my family, and you have another younger brother in your family. If you don't believe it, you won't be afraid.

Mother Jiang rushed away angrily. After she left, her mother was silent for a long time and said lonely: "Actually, Aunt Jiang took care of you back then was equivalent to reducing my burden, and it also helped me a lot."

An Feng responded with his little face raised: "Mom, I didn't say she was a bad person, nor did I say that Jiang Wazi brothers said that she was a bad person. I just hate her for selling this matter as a kindness, as if we didn't pay at that time. I remember that my mother's salary was not high at that time, and Aunt Jiang often raised her nanny fee, which made her worry about sitting at home."

The mother was silent for a long time and sighed: "It's not easy. Her family has three children, and she is still a family member... Forget it, I won't mention this."

After a quarrel, the prestige of the three brothers Jiang Wazi fell to the bottom, but they had already received the acquiescence and support of their mothers, so the three brothers wanted to save all this. Then, the two brothers embarked on the road of "making trouble, failing, making trouble again, failing again."

They kept instigating strong boys from the outer courtyard to make trouble, but once the number of foreign aids they summoned was small, it would not be enough for An Feng to move his muscles alone; if there were too many people... it was a festival for all children in the hospital. An Feng would personally lead the children to play "war games", and the target of "slaughtering" was the troublemakers in the outer courtyard. Of course, An Feng's siege and killing strategy was very skillful, but An Feng didn't explain, and the children couldn't understand it.

At first, the three brothers Jiang Wazi and the three brothers were all peers. After failing again and again, the people they were looking for were getting more and more cross-level. After Jiang Wazi and the two brothers went to school, the children they found were all from the upper grades, and this time they were even children from the sports school... An Feng decided that he could not bear it anymore.

For Xiaoqiang, who could not be beaten to death, he was already in paranoia. The repeated blows were like a spring being compressed. The more severe the blow was, the more intense the fight was, then... the firewood was removed from the bottom of the cauldron. An Feng wanted to make them famous and let them never ask for foreign aid again. So he looked at the three brothers Jiang Wazi with relief, suddenly abandoned the student of the sports school opposite, stepped forward and held Jiang Wazi's hand tightly with gratitude, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Jiang Wazi, you finally made a fortune, the apprentice of the national martial arts runner-up. Such a talent is worthy of joining with me. Only by hanging his belt on it can he be particularly respectful."

Turning around, he looked at the sports school student in front of him with contempt and asked disdainfully: "Yeah, did Jiang Wazi tell you whether he has told you, it hurts to hit someone."

The little brat put away his martial arts posture and looked at the group of people in front of him with wonder. Why was it still tense just now? In a blink of an eye, they became like a group of people. He felt that there was a ghost here, and only heard An Feng say again: "In fact, there is a rule in fighting in our yard. Those who lose must leave their shoes and belts, then carry their pants barefoot, and go home by themselves with their hands.

Ahhhh, I feel so sad. Since I went to school, there have been few spoils in our courtyard. You know, my brother hasn't been to school yet, and there are not many beautiful belts hanging in the courtyard. I'm afraid that others will come to the courtyard to bully people... Thank you for sending the belt, and thank you Jiang Wazi for inviting you. Well, by the way, are you ready for the injury medicine?"

"Yes, right, are you ready for the medicine?" The children next to them cheered together and screamed excitedly: "Are you ready for the medicine?"

They thought this sentence was particularly majestic.

The little boy opposite stopped talking. He clasped his fists and waited for the end of his fists. He stretched his right leg forward to perform a bow step, his left leg behind his back without bowing or bridge, his left hand was tilted in the chest, his right hand was clenched tightly, and he stood between his eyebrows... This action took two seconds to finish. The little brat deliberately did it calmly to show his demeanor - he felt that he was very big at this moment.

Seeing that the movement was about to be completed, the right fist had already been mentioned in the throat and was continuing to lead the kid, and the little brat shouted out the name of the move: "Raise the wave..."

The word "Zhulang" has reached the lips, and the right fist has already been mentioned to the throat. The little brat's eyes shook and An Feng on the opposite side has moved. He quickly moved forward and paused a little... It was this pause that made the little brat fall into the pit.

Years of hard training have made the little brat's muscles reflex faster than the brain nerves. Seeing An Feng's body shaking, the little brat's right foot was solid, his right fist was retracted, and his left fist was suddenly lifted out. He did not continue to pose a dance look, and the beautiful starting style was actually a "dance poss", which looked good, and fighting was ultimately based on his fists.

After swinging the left fist, the little brat's brain reacted. He danced his left fist in a normal manner and made a complete "wave-lifting" movement. Suddenly, something felt in his left armpit, and a stinging pain that burned fire immediately came into his brain. The little brat subconsciously pressed his left fist down and waved it out like a conditioned reflex of his right fist...

The punch was empty. At this time, the little brat realized: he swung his left fist at the usual speed, but because the opponent paused for a moment, the left fist he swung was not hit by, because he continued to dance and wanted to finish the "wave-release" posture, but he did not expect this posture to expose his armpits...

"Master", the little brat's second thought came out. The armpit was exposed for only more than a second, and it was exactly what a keen eye and decisive thought...

But this was not over yet. As soon as the second thought came out of the little brat's mind, he felt a pain in the hamstring behind his knee, as if he was kicked. The long-term exercise made the little brat's muscles particularly strong. The strength of this kick was not great, but, like the punch on the armpit, the weak punches and feet were so painful... Of course, these ideas were all later.

At that time, my brain couldn't help but make a judgment. The little brat lifted the painful leg like lightning and made a Muay Thai "knee swing", and the knee hit hard from the outside to the inside.

I remember when the master taught this action, he said that this action was very dangerous. People who were hit by one knee would die. But the master said that if someone attacked him close to him and did not fight back like this, he would die. So... After the little kid put his knees out, he suddenly remembered: "So, I was attacked closely by someone?"

Everything that followed was a nightmare for the little brat. The knee-swinging action did hit an object, but the object was leaving him. So he followed the swinging action and pushed the other person away from him. Then the little brat felt uncomfortable all over. It was not pain, but an indescribable feeling - his stomach was shook heavily by An Feng.

Humans cannot tolerate some things, otherwise there would be no word "conditioned reflex". After the little kid's stomach was hit hard, the impact force pushed the stomach food upside down and pushed it to his throat. He felt a slight disgusting and weak. At this time, he didn't care about his moves and could only hold his stomach reflexively. Then, he felt a buzzing head, and his ears were hit, and his balance was ineffective...

Next was An Feng's storm-like blow.

The little brat felt that all kinds of ravages, cruelty and destruction were instantly on his head. He was like a small boat floating in the wind and rain, pushed by An Feng's small fist, swaying in the wind and waves. The little fist was not heavy to hit someone, but it was all kinds of soreness and numbness.

Now, he finally knew how those losers dropped their belts in the yard in the past...

When the wind and rain stopped, the little brat collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud. During the entire battle, he did what he did and how he dealt with it. The little brat was dizzy and didn't remember at all.

How can this be done? Why doesn’t he act according to the routine? Is there any such a fight? Is there any reason for it?

An Feng stopped and looked around quietly. Fortunately, it was not time to get off work, and fortunately no adults paid attention to him.

An Feng became quiet, as if the child lying on the ground had nothing to do with him. He was slightly panting, and moved his feet a few steps away, distanced himself from the cheerful child, and looked curious and watching the fun.

The cheers of the children around him were shaking, and a child shouted out: "Jiang Wazi, traitor, ask outsiders to come to our compound to cause trouble. You are traitors in our compound!"
Chapter completed!