Facing Song Yuting's hoarse call, I felt quite warm in my heart. However, at this moment, I couldn't feel it slowly. I had to focus on myself and avoid it. No matter whether there were thorns or stones on the ground, I had to pounce on the ground, but the stone as big as a fist still hit me on my shoulder.

"Bang"

My whole back hurts as if I was hit by a driving locomotive, but I couldn't stop and gritted my teeth and continued running. After not running for two steps, I felt a chill behind me. A huge rock flew towards me with the sound of wind. I rolled on the spot, got up and rushed to the top of the mountain...

Pounce forward, fall left, jump up...

I tried my best to escape from the first day of the lunar month and could not escape from the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and I was hit by stones. I knew that this kind of hiding could not escape. This time, if I don’t die here, it’s safe to be disabled.

When I was a child, I was playing in the river and holding my breath at the bottom of the water. I felt that I was the best in the world if I could survive forty seconds, but further up, every second was the limit. I felt that it was as long as a century. Now I felt that it was like this. Every minute and every second, I prayed to my father who had been dead for many years that there would be a spirit in the spring and bless me to avoid the attack of the flying stones.

Maybe it was God who really blessed me. I hid in the first five minutes. Although I was hit by a lot of stones, at least I could stand firmly and stand up straight.

Fang Xu looked at me with interest, holding a cigarette in his mouth, weighing the stone in his hand, smiling arrogantly, and said to me: "Super you, you look like a monkey, but there are still five minutes left, don't breathe, run hard!"

I swallowed the bloody saliva in my mouth, and my stomach twitched, and I wanted to vomit with disgusting. I didn't have the strength to talk to Fang Xu and gave him a middle finger.

Fang Xu was still laughing, and the two dog legs with him were naturally smiling happily, ferociously and arrogantly...

Raise your hand, aim, predict...

Three flying stones fell to different places from different angles. The three of them had planned. One of them aimed at me who was still moving. The two of them predicted the position of my dodge. I had nowhere to jump. I was hit hard and hit my thigh. I staggered. I knelt on one knee and couldn't stand up again.

Song Yuting covered her mouth with her hands in panic, her eyes wide open, and she was very shocked.

I grinned at her, wanting to endure the pain and give her a charming smile, but it hurts so much that I feel trembling in my heart. I should be very ugly when I smile. It will leave a bad impression of this man in the eyes of the beautiful Song Yuting.

Yuting covered her eyes, swayed and slumped on the ground, crying, and she was extremely sad.

"Give you another chance, kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me, or ask Yuting to follow me tonight, lend your wife for one night, and return it to you tomorrow!"

Fang Xu vomited a cigarette ring, his dirty eyes were full of mockery, and he followed the thick lips on his side and said, "Maybe he can still be a small one next year. I will know if you make a big profit!"

I lame my legs, holding the lush tree, and squeezed out a sentence from the gap of my teeth: "It's so much nonsense, there's not much left in ten minutes, hurry up!"

"Interesting, enough to grow!"

Fang Xu pinched the cigarette and gave the thick lips and the short man a wink. Each of them picked up a stone with both hands. He smiled and said, "Free gift pack, you have to keep your eyes energetic."

...

Ten minutes, I spent the time to go to the toilet and smoke a cigarette on weekdays, but the ten minutes I experienced this time were climbing a circle from the gates of hell, and God made me escape from death.

I don’t know how many bones were broken, how many wounds were there, and I don’t know how much blood and sweat I left in these ten minutes. I only remember clearly that ten minutes finally passed and I was not dead!

Yuting rushed towards me, crying like a tearful person. She didn't think I was covered in mud and blood. She always looked a bit like my wife at this moment.

I carefully wiped the blood on my face, very gentle. I have been a cowardly son-in-law in her house for so long and have suffered from her eyes rolling for more than a hundred times. At this moment, Yuting was considerate of me carefully and immediately I felt that everything was worth it.

Although Fang Xu is a bastard, his words are very accurate. However, when he went down the mountain, he threw a warning to me: "I wish you good luck next time!"

I lay on Yuting's snow-white thighs. If my crotch was usually bulging, I would have felt nothing at all, but at this time I felt nothing, I was numb, my eyelids were falling down, my head was dizzy, and my ears were full of roar. In a daze, I could only see Yuting crying, and crystal tears fell on my face, hot and cold.

When I woke up, my whole body was wrapped in white gauze and looked like a mummy, without any strength. Apart from the pain, all I had left was to vomit and bursts of menstruation in my stomach.

In addition to Yuting, there were also mother-in-law and Shu Wen in the ward. Their eyes were red and dark circles were heavy, and they looked much more miserable than me.

"Xiaoxiao, smile, why do you have a bitter face..."

I tried my best to hold up a sentence, and then I gasped. Yuting wiped her eyes and said unhappily: "I can just hold on, can I laugh!"

Shu Wen moved to my side, flipped her eyelids, and saw that I was like a stray dog, and raised her hand and wanted to hit me, but when she saw how I looked, she really had no place to start. After hesitating, she stopped and scolded me for being stupid, saying that I was a pig, overestimating my ability or something...

This made me angry. I wondered why this woman was sick. I was the patient lying on the hospital bed. She had no conscience and didn't care about the wounded.

Mu Shifei didn't scold me, she just stood quietly at the bedside and looked at me, her eyes stating that she couldn't describe, as if she had seen an acquaintance she hadn't met for a long time.

Sister Fei forced a smile and said, "Xiaobao, you are such a great hero!"

I laughed and didn't dare to talk anymore. Shu Wen asked me what I wanted to eat. She went to buy it for me. I wanted to laugh as soon as I heard it. Now I can't eat anything. I don't have the strength to drink. My chest hurts so much.

Yuting's family heard Yuting say that this hatred Song family cannot avenge me. Even if Yuting is bullied, what can Mr. Song do except scold him angrily?

The Fang family has a big fortune. If you move your fingers a little, you can't even afford to take advantage of the business economy. The company is closed and closed down, but it's a small possibility. If you meet Fang Shao in a bad mood, your family will be destroyed and your family will be destroyed!

I can only settle the hatred by myself, and I have been imprinted in my heart!

I woke up for a while and fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it had been seven or eight days since the last time Xianyu Mountain and his party. The doctor said that it was a miracle that I could save my life. God was too busy and had no time to take my life.

I was allowed to be discharged from the hospital after almost two months in Yuting's father. Although my injuries recovered well and it was not known how long it would take to recover completely. I was very panicked and thought I wouldn't have any sequelae?

During this period, Yuting has not gone out for two or three months and has been with me at home, which makes me feel very happy. I finally look like a couple, but I have always thought about going to Yuting's bed in my heart. Yuting never gives me a chance. I have no discussion on this matter.

That day I was walking in the backyard with Erha, Yuting and Shu Wen ran around, and I answered the call from Yan Lin. It was this call that changed my life trajectory and led me to a path I had never thought about.

When the phone was connected, Yan Lin remained silent. He would not call me for no reason, nor would he keep silent on the phone. I urged him several times, and suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from the phone...

Yan Lin cried, crying sadly, desperately, and life was beyond desire!

A big man in his twenties, just like a little girl who had just had a few days in his first love, suddenly died of her boyfriend. What did he experience in this pain?

"Xiaobao, my family is gone, my dad is gone, I have nothing..."

I was shocked and my heart twitched. I couldn't understand what was going on. I asked him: "Don't cry, men don't cry, what's going on?"

I heard Linzi wipe his tears and sobbing hard a few times, but didn't say a word. I jumped in a hurry and asked where he was. I planned to find him.

After a long time, Linzai choked and said that in the town, I took a taxi to the address Linzai told me.

In a deserted suburb, I saw a lonely and haggard figure from afar, hunched over, extremely desolate, with a strong feeling of wind and cold Yishui.

He squatted on the ground and smoked a lot. I ran over and asked him what was going on, why was the rice shop gone, and what happened to Uncle Yan?

Linzi's face was extremely haggard and ugly. It seemed that he hadn't washed his face for more than ten days, his eyes were covered in blood, and he had no expression at all. What exactly could make a big man look so dazzling like this?

He pinched the cigarette and lit another one. I found that more than a dozen cigarette butts had fallen on the ground. I was quietly by his side. When he recovered, he spoke weakly and said, "I'm smashed, I don't know me. My father moved the knife and was caught in the bureau. I heard that he would be sentenced. Twenty years later, my father is going to die inside. Xiaobao, I have no father anymore..."

As he said that, he cried again, his face full of snot and saliva, but he didn't shed tears. His dry eyes could no longer shed tears.

This man has known me for twenty years. He has never given up when he was young. No matter how bullying or how wronged he was, he never shed a tear. He always told me that men would not shed tears without tears, stand up straight, straighten their backs, and have a tall top when the sky collapses. We are panicking. No matter how hard or tired we are, tears are the dignity of men and cannot fall down!

But now he was crying heartbroken, and in front of me, he cried like Dou E in June, crying darkly throughout the dusk and sunset.

Men crying is more heartbreaking than women!
Chapter completed!