Hearing here, the master of the mysterious temple of Wushou Temple sighed: "Amitabha, the ink son is not the relative of Xue Zhangmen, the fate."

Another person reacted: "Ah... is he?"

The surrounding monks did not understand: "What is him?"

"It is the child who mentioned the idea of ​​burning the dog cage with the ink." The man said, "The age is similar to the ink burning, and the son of the ink lady." He thought like this, suddenly squatting, one I slap my head and say, "I understand, you killed their mother and child, and they took up the nest, not because of greed, but because of hatred!"

Some people have heard such an a.n.a.lysis and feel that they are very reasonable. They are scornful and pitiful.

"So, it makes sense."

"Oh, hateful people must have pity."

In this piece of sigh, the wood smoke cleared his throat and the surrounding area immediately calmed down.

She said: "Mu Gongzi, I heard that you are not eating enough in the drunken house all the year round, and you are still being abused. You have never been jealous, you are not?"

Ink burning: "...Yes."

"The son of that mother-in-law is the child who had chosen to close your dog cage that year. Is it right?"

"Yes."

When everyone saw the speculations of Fangcai, they sighed and sighed. They nodded and said: "Hey, look, it is a murderous act of hatred. He must have hated the mother and son."

They are right, how can they not hate it? Ink is the same age as him, but he is much stronger than him. Because he is the son of a mother, no one in the building dares to provoke him. The child has been sinister and inferior, and he loves to take the smoldering gas when he is okay. He smashes the scorpion and often plantes it to the body. What steals the chicken and touches the dog makes the ink burn to the top.

But the smoldering is very honest. Even if he is wronged, he does not dare to retaliate against Avon.

At that time, he only had one cake to eat every day. If you dare to say more, I am afraid that even this last ration will be deducted, so if you are beaten or shackled, he will not say anything, if you really can’t stand it, only In the dead of night, I curled up in the sleeping wood house and whispered for a while.

The voice didn't dare to ring. If you woke up others, it was a beating.

The wood smoke asked: "Do you hate them very much?"

The ink burned and raised his eyes, and there was almost a sneer in the throat: "... otherwise?"

The wood smoke left the road: "But your surname, still follow her, you hate her so much, then I have not thought about changing?"

Ink burning: "The name of ink is the righteous name of the drunken jade. Many servants who sell here are taking this name. We call the ink lady "Da Niang" or "Ama". Everyone is like this, I am used to it. Nothing to change."

"She treats everyone so badly?"

"...no." Mohburn said, "Just she never liked me very much. Later, when I let go of the hurricane, she became more and more sick of me."

"What is the point where the ink lady is waiting for you?"

In fact, this is a very good question. The ink has been burning in the building for so many years. Only on New Year’s Eve, you can eat a piece of crescent meat, that is, the guests have half the fat. In addition, there is only one cake per day. Eat, do the heaviest work, a little careless, will ask for a whip.

But he really didn't want to say anything more, just said: "I don't want to talk about this."

"Good. No harm, let's change one." Wood smoke asked again, "Because she is very poor, so at the time, she asked you where you are going, do you lie? Are you already starting to have yourself? Counting?"

Ink burning: "No."

Where did he dare to lie? His life and clothes are all pinched in the palm of his mother's hand. So when I heard the inquiry from my mother, the little ink burned like a dog that was used to being beaten. First, it shrank, and then whispered: "Reading the son to go private..."

The ink lady is most clear about her son, how is it possible? That kid usually doesn't like reading at all, and 80% is going crazy. But when the bag was still sitting next to her, she coughed and nodded. "Hey, my child is serious and sensible, sir, look, this is not, go out to cla.s.s again."

Mr. Hearing, he smiled and said: "Ah, it’s good to study hard and diligently. In this way, I will repair the book to the Lord of the dead and the dead. When the uncles will recognize each other, they will not be in a hurry."

The ink-woman will get up and be excited to go on: "Thank you, Mr.. He is rich and glory, and he will never forget the grace of his husband."

After the bag was inquired that Mr. left, the ink lady sat in the same place for a long time, with infinite thoughts and emotions, crying for a while, and laughing again.

After a long day of embarra.s.sment, the corner of my eye found that the ink was standing in the corner and staring at her.

She probably saw a similar experience with Duan Yihan, and perhaps because she was daring before the ink burned, she even let go of her cash cow. But for whatever reason, like the memories of the ink, she doesn't like this scorpion, and she doesn't like it more and more.

She yelled at him: "What are you doing?"

The small ink burns down the long eyelashes: "I'm sorry."

"I am sorry to say that you are in your mouth. Is it ridiculous to think that I am crying and laughing like this?"

"..."

Seeing that he was not snoring, he only lowered his head smoothly, and the ink lady swept him back and forth. He said: "Forget it, don't care about you, what can you understand? A dog who eats outside and doesn't know how to be grateful. ”

The ink burned has long been used to yelling at his dog, hanging his head and not talking.

Mo Niangzi said: "Don't be here, I feel good today, don't hit you. You go to get the son of the son - don't yell at me, I know he is not private - bring him back. I have important things. Tell him, go."

Hearing to let himself go to the son, the ink burned subconsciously. But in the end, I nodded in a docile place, and whispered: "Yes, dry mother."

"Don't call me a mother." The ink lady wrinkled her nose. "This drunken jade building, I will soon... let's not say more to you, you should go first."

At dusk that day, according to the instructions of the mother, the ink burned in the vicinity of the drunken building to find the figure of the son.

He doesn't know if he wants to find this person faster, or find someone slower. Because I found it, I will undoubtedly be swear by the son of the son, and he is tempted to ruin his Yaxing. But did not find it, going back to the ink lady will also blame him, it is useless.

The little figure walked helplessly under the sun.

At that time, the burning of the ink did not know that his fate was about to be exchanged with the son of the son.

He is everywhere, looking for it honestly.

Going to all the places where the sons went to go - river beaches, casinos, brothels, c.o.c.kfighting yards... and then they were all drowned out.

In the end, he inquired about it and learned that Nianzi’s afternoon and a group of friends and friends went to the mill in the suburbs. It was said that he still had a huge sack.

Nothing to think about, but rushed to the mill.

The mill had long been abandoned, and there were cemeteries around. There was no smoke in the weekdays, and there was no smack in the ink. Before coming to the front, I heard a commotion from the mill. A group of well-dressed teenagers rushed out from the inside. It’s the son of a trousers with a belt.

The ink burns busy: "The son, the mother called you back, saying yes-"

He did not finish his words.

Because he found that the teenagers were full of fear of a big disaster, and several people even shook and cried, s.h.i.+vering.

The ink burned for a moment. The bullying that has been made for many years has made him a kind of vigilance. He saw that the son of the son was **** and stared at himself. He immediately shuddered and turned around and ran.

Nianzi responded very quickly and shouted: "Catch him!"

Where is the ink burning of these children's opponents, three times five and two, they were squatted on the ground, twisted to the son of the son.

Someone whispered: "What to do, A Nian, this is a disaster."

"It’s too late to escape, I was seen by this kid."

"If you want to be with him..."

I don’t know what they are talking about, but this piece of tenderness is fierce, and that is his initial impression of the word "Ghost".

Nian Gongzi narrowed his eyes. He is the calmest and most gloomy of these people.

He thought for a moment and said, "Don't kill him."

The ink burned up.

kill?

These people used to beat him and bully him, but he never thought of the word "kill" and could speak from a group of fourteen-year-old teenagers.

He was a bit stunned at the moment and could not even react.

Nian Gongzi said: "Take him to the mill."

"..." A group of people around him looked at each other, and the young boy with a pointed monkey first responded. His eyes were bright, his nostrils were still thick, his face was red, and he said: "Okay, good! Good idea!"

Someone later understood: "Ah! It turned out to be this meaning! Or Ai Nian!"

These people were originally staring at the ink, like staring at the deadly enemies with blood and sea enmity, but at this moment a pair of eyes fell, but like a wolf staring to death staring at a fat lamb.

The ink burned was pushed into the mill indiscriminately.

He was struggling with the hammer, but the door was quickly blocked. There was no window in the mill, only the smoky sun came in through the leaking planks.

The ink burned and shouted: "Let me go out! Let me go out!"

Someone outside is shouting: "Go to the newspaper! Go to the newspaper!"

"Fast, fast! We are watching here, take a few foot fast, go to the newspaper!"

The ink burned for a while, hammered the door for a while, and found that he couldn’t open the hammer and open it. He gave up and walked back, and through the dim light, he saw the room lying across. Someone else.

That is a girl.

Some were good, and later I remembered the prost.i.tute who sold the tofu family in Dongjie. I have been entangled in the family since I was a son.

The girl’s clothes have been torn apart. The blue and bare body is lying on the ground alone. The hands and feet are spread out. The body is blue and mottled, and the private place is a mess.

She was humiliated and dying by this group of animals. When she died, her eyes were still round, her cheeks and tears were not dry, her eyes were empty, and she stared at the direction of the ink and stared at the door.

The ink burned for a moment, then screamed loudly, his back slammed against the door, his pupils gathered - finally understand what the outsiders did and what to do.

It turned out that Nianzi had been showing good things to the girl many times, and he was so sad that he knew that the girl was a soft persimmon and had no background at home. Just with a few partners, I earned people into the mill and took turns to tarnish her. The girl was weak, and the guy was very rude. The result was half done and the girl died.

The ink burned and muttered: "No...no!!" He turned back and began to slap the door panel frantically. "Open the door! Open the door! Not me! Open the door!"

As if to hear his pleading, the mill's threshold opened.

The ink burned out, but the hands were rudely stunned by the teenagers.

The head of the school is Nianzi. He is very heart-wrenching and said: "I almost forgot, I did it like a little."

It means pointing the partner, smearing the ink-burning clothes, and staining some blood and mucus on the girl, and smearing it on the ink.

In this process, the ink burning has been crying, struggling, but the strength of this group of teenagers is too great, the desire to survive is even overwhelming, their eyes flas.h.i.+ng the beast-like light, the child’s pleading After they cried, they all turned a deaf ear. Even after someone had bitten a bite by ink, they raised their hands and slammed him several slaps. They said: "You **** shut up, you are a murderer! Strong · Violent! So many people support, can you still tell?!"

"No... not me! Not me..."

But how can you resist again? They threw the green and purple that he had caught in the mill, and the dead girl was locked naked and physically, and then the thief shouted to catch the thief and reported it to the government.

It’s hard to argue with ink. In the Tuen Mun, he was blamed on the 30th board in the court. The skin was smashed and fleshy, and then he was taken prisoner, waiting for the final sentence.

The prisoners who were in jail were smirking, swearing at him, several prisoners with daughters heard about his actions, and they couldn’t help but beat him up – some even wanted to □ him – or they didn’t want to make things big, they This will be done.

The ink lady came on the night, and she already knew the truth of the matter in her heart. She also hated her son and did not live up to expectations.

so what?

She is a mother, and she will always protect her children.

When she was afraid of opening a court hearing, the official officials would go through the investigation in detail. If she found out her thoughts on her family, how could their mother and son jump to the top to become a phoenix? The letter of the inquiring Mr. has been sent out, and the people who have died will be sent to pick them up. After waiting for so many years, she has burst into tears.

Whether it is Ronghua or her status, she and her children deserve it.

She is not allowed to make any mistakes.

Therefore, she came to the moon with the stars, and both the prisoners and the official officials were filled with money. They begged them to close one eye and take things in the burning of a person.

But it was probably because of the uneasyness of the conscience. After the bridal lady had finished bribing, she came to the prison to visit the ink. Also brought a bowl of braised pork to the ink.

"No poison, I won't poison you."

The ink burned in the corner and looked at him, and a pair of black and purple eyes flashed with helplessness, sadness and pain. The kind of cow, sheep, pigs and dogs that are about to be slaughtered are like this.

Fear, sad.

But it also has the taming after despair.

The ink lady suddenly felt that the heart was a little shuddering and some were screwed.

She was astonished and afraid of her emotions. She suddenly got up, lowered her voice, and stunned her heart. She said, "In any case, you are a child who has no mother. Although poor, but you are dead, no one will be sad. I have been raising you for so many years, and it is time for you to return to my kindness."

"..." There was no buzzing in the ink, no mention, no, no.

The ink lady bites her teeth: "This bowl of roast meat is to be practiced for you. You eat it. Under Jiuquan, don't blame me... I have no choice."

After all, the skirt fluttered and turned away.

In this life, I have not eaten braised pork.

There is a bowl in front of him, he stared at it for a while, and finally did not eat. He put the bowl on the ground and the brine was flowing. He stared at it for a while, and thought of the blood flowing under the girl. He suddenly felt the nausea that he couldn't tell, and turned his back and held the wall and vomited.

He can't spit anything.

He is a person who only has one piece of cake a day.

The cake had already been digested, and he only vomited sour water.

That night, he could not sleep. The blood of his body became a sh.e.l.l, and the blood sh.e.l.l gradually became brittle, and the touch fell like a rust powder.

He is in the cell, not talking to other prisoners, no one knows what he is thinking, no one knows if he is dead or alive.

He is alone, curled up, alone, and slowly figured out a lot of things.

In the dark and dirty cell, in the cell of the party filled with the smell of sour and braised meat, the ink of the honesty was burnt to death. What came to life was the singular emperor who made the whole martial arts stunned - the original look.

Later, eight bitter long hatred flowers gave birth to the hatred of the sky, which is why.