Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

Self-introduction: Xiao Xun.

That was the beginning of the disaster in his life.

"Why did you attack me?" Xiao Jingliu's eyes became colder, looking down at the little devil in his hand.

It is a beautiful doll, with black soft hair, porcelain white complexion, facial features are very pleasing to the eye, and she is also very quiet.

Because of their own excellence, the members of the Xiao family have a very high vision when looking at people, and there are only a handful of children who can make Xiao Jingliu think that they are beautiful.

In his words, the children all over the street are the reincarnation of ugly ghosts.

However, the kid in front of him is obviously a special case.

He didn't understand that such a pretty, seemingly quiet kid would suddenly run up to attack him, why?

Although he is unscrupulous and eats both sexes, he doesn't remember that he has a pedophile habit, and he has never provoked such a young child. This beating, biting and beating made him feel a little bit annoyed, which is simply inexplicable.

"I admitted the wrong person." The little ghost replied in a flat voice, with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Admit your mistake?" Xiao Jingliu thought it was funny.

He got a bite on his hind leg for nothing, and suffered so many small fists. Xiao Jingliu's eyes suddenly turned cold. Did this kid take him for a fool?

As if seeing through what he was thinking, Han Qiubai raised his face, with a soft childish voice wrapped in indifference, and said lightly: "If you think I'm playing tricks on you, then I'll let you bite me back. I'll bite you. You bit me too, I didn't count how many punches I punched you, but you watched the punches, is that fair?"

The members of the Xiao family will repay every grievance, and they will not take the slightest loss. Xiao Jingliu is the best among them. He is ruthless in his bones, and even Xiao Xun can't match it.

It's so ridiculous that he saw it completely the other way back then, thinking that Xiao Xun had a sinister personality, and that Xiao Jingliu was a good person, but he was completely like a fool back then.

"Fair? Huh..."

Xiao Jingliu smiled softly. He was originally good-looking, but his smile was even more beautiful and eye-catching.

If he didn't know the cold-blooded ruthlessness behind this smile, Han Qiubai would definitely be confused by him again.

Xiao Jingliu's looks are also the best in the Xiao family, which specializes in beauties.

"Since you said fairness, then I'll teach you what fairness is."

Han Qiubai looked at the man who was slowly squatting down, looking at him at the same level, his pink face instantly turned snow-white.

When Han Qianze and his wife rushed over with their two-year-old daughter in their arms, across the road, they saw their precious son raised his little hand, and slapped a boy who looked like a college student on the face with a very clear and crisp voice. Suddenly both were dumbfounded.

"Brother!" Yuan Jingjing's eyes lit up immediately when the little girl who was held in Dad Han's arms saw her brother, she shouted, "Brother, brother, it's brother!"

While talking, he actually struggled to jump off Papa Han's body to find his elder brother, which scared Papa Han half to death, and quickly hugged his daughter tightly, coaxing her and said, "Xixue, don't move around, let's go find elder brother right now, Daddy hugs you!" past."

"Qiubai!" The unburdened mother Han hurriedly crossed the road first, stretched out her hands, and hugged her son in her arms.

Her son, who had always been well-behaved and lovely, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and she was so scared that she almost wanted to call the police.

She and her husband followed the direction where their son ran away, worrying all the way and looking for them all the way, and finally saw his son, who turned out to be beating someone. Han Ma was in a mess and couldn't calm down.

The same person whose heart is messy and unable to calm down is Han Qiubai himself.

After beating someone, he immediately froze, staring blankly at his little hand in a daze.

Unexpectedly, it hit.

He didn't want to hit him. The slap was purely a conditioned reflex of fear. He was afraid that he had been afraid for so many years. When he saw that kind of smile on his face and heard him use that kind of tone, he felt a sense of astonishment in his heart. and fear.

So without even thinking about it, the slap came out automatically.

But I didn't expect to hit it this time.

Han Qiubai was dumbfounded, that person was Xiao Jingliu, Xiao Jingliu who he tried to slap him countless times but failed to slap him...

Thinking of how every time I raised my hand in the past, I was stopped halfway before it fell down, and then... Han Qiubai's current mood is so complicated that it is hard to describe.

He raised his eyes and landed on the small five finger prints on the man's left cheek.

What's going on, it seems that time goes back to when I was a child, and that person is not so invulnerable anymore.

The smile on Xiao Jingliu's face disappeared.

The author has something to say: Recently, there is a difference in age, and I am ashamed to shoot~~~

3. Chapter 3...

Perhaps some trajectories have changed after rebirth.

Han Qiubai twirled the pencil for a while, resting his head on one hand in a daze.

In his memory, when he was six years old, it was impossible for him to interact with Xiao Jingliu. He didn't remember seeing him when he was six years old.

There must be something wrong.

He was deep in thought, turning a blind eye to the squares laid out on the small desk.

The pinyin and Chinese characters that he deliberately uglified on the square grid are the first-year primary school courses for him, but the homework of the first-year primary school students is a headache for him.

The Han family is a scholarly disciple. He has been learning calligraphy since he was a child, and he is even better at writing calligraphy when he grows up.

But for a first-year student, no matter how beautiful the handwriting is, there is a limit. He didn't want to attract too much attention and trouble, so he had to copy the handwriting in the homework book left by his little self.

Some of the written characters are not like dogs, but in a word, they are ugly.

It has been another half month since I saw Xiao Jingliu last time.

That day, Xiao Jingliu, who was slapped in the face, miraculously did not embarrass him on the spot, but left before Father Han arrived with Sister Han in his arms.

Before leaving, he just asked his name, and then left his own name coldly.

...It's really not like Xiao Jingliu's style.

He is the kind of person who if someone punches him, he will at least return two punches.

This time he suffered losses twice, but he didn't even come back with revenge. There must be something wrong.

The Xiao Jingliu that Han Qiubai knew could not be so kind.

Could it be because Father Han, Mother Han, and Sister Han were all there, so he showed mercy?

In the blink of an eye, Han Qiubai saw Xiao Jingliu gracefully raising a silent gun in front of a pair of gray-haired old couple, and a bullet pierced his son's arm. trembling.

And that person just stole Xiao Jingliu's wallet.

That was what happened when Xiao Jingliu took him to avoid being chased by someone, hid in a remote village, and borrowed a farmhouse...

A faint ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts.

There was a "dong dong" knock on the door, and the doorknob turned, and Mama Han came in with a glass of milk.

"Mom, what's the matter?" He keenly noticed that his mother was hesitant to speak, and her expression was a little wrong.

Han Ma put the milk on his small desk and said anxiously, "Qiu Bai, you have a call downstairs."

He knew why his mother was uneasy. The Han family has always been a decent family. Mobile phones are far from widespread in this day and age. He is a six-year-old child, who would be surprised and disturbed.

"Looking for me? Who is it?" He already had a guess in his mind.

"It's the man on the street that day. Qiubai, tell mom the truth, did you cause any trouble?" Mother Han asked worriedly.

"Mom, you think too much." Han Qiubai didn't know how to explain what happened that day to his mother. No matter what Han's father and mother asked, he refused to answer. He didn't want to make his mother worry, but he couldn't explain it. Go answer the phone first!"

Running downstairs to the living room, Han Qiubai took a deep breath, then picked up the phone.

"Hi, I'm Han Qiubai."

He has lived for more than 30 years, and the good upbringing of the Han family has already been deeply rooted in his bones.

There was no sound from the other side, it seemed that it was quiet for a while, and then he heard a clear voice that only belonged to a certain person coming from the microphone, soft and cold to the bone.

"Go check your mailbox tomorrow morning."

Then there was the sound of the phone being hung up, and then there was only a long series of busy tones.

The mailbox Xiao Jingliu mentioned is naturally not the popular Internet email after the 21st century. In this era, most people still write letters, and few people use postcards.

The Han family lives in an independent villa with upper and lower floors. This community is also the earliest villa community in Xincheng. Each house has an independent post office box outside the gate.

For the first time, Han Qiubai went to pick up the daily morning newspaper with Father Han, and sure enough, he found a letter addressed to him in the mailbox.

The cowhide-colored envelope has no postcode or address, only the words "Han Qiubai's receipt" are written on it.

Opening it up, it turned out to be an invitation letter with the correct words on it:

Student Han Qiubai:

Hello!

Please come to No. 69, Xichuan Road, at [-]:[-] am on the [-]th of this month, and you can bring an accompanying person with you to have a detailed interview.

Shaw Group

XXXX X month X

Neither the words on the cover of the envelope nor the words on the invitation were in Xiao Jingliu's handwriting.

The Han family felt like a formidable enemy to this invitation letter.

"Mom doesn't approve of you going." Han Ma was the first to express her opinion.

"Father doesn't agree either." Father Han followed suit.

The family of four sat around the dining table, with four pairs of eyes and eight directions staring at the envelope and the opened invitation in front of Han Qiubai.

Han Qianze and his wife saw their son's small slap on the face with their own eyes, and the shock at that time is still fresh in their memory.

Although the young man named Xiao Jingliu is unbelievably beautiful, like a movie star, anyone can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.