Master is not to be provoked

Ke Muai was terrified when he heard it: "Don't do something stupid. You brought this thing to school and scratched your classmate? Give it to me, and I'll keep it for you." He reached out to snatch it.

Jing Yunsong put the knife behind his back: "I won't use it against my classmates. Although there are a few boys in the class who want to trouble us, my Tianma Meteor Fist is enough to deal with them. Those softies, look I was so scared when I heard that I was sharpening a knife while I was in class every day, and my deskmate is afraid to talk to me now. These things are for your father and the others, they bully people too much, we can't bear it, we don't need to bear it anymore. "Ke Mu Mi stretched out his hand to snatch it again and again. He changed his usual obedient attitude and kept backing away, begging, "Mumu, good Mumu, don't snatch it, just let me carry it with you, okay? Mumu ,I beg you."

Ke Muai couldn't grab it and glared at him angrily.

Jing Yunsong didn't dare to look at him, and lowered his head aggrievedly, and after a while, he saw tears streaming down his face.

"Why are you crying? You bring a murder weapon to school every day, you...you are justified? If one day you get into a fight with your classmates and can't help taking it out, let alone being stabbed to death, you are giving them face If it is scratched, everyone's life will be ruined. You must know that now we look at things that we care about very much, and we will look at them when we grow up. Maybe it's just a drizzle. Just use the knife, you will regret it in the future, you know?"

"I know!" Jing Yunsong said with tears streaming down his face, scratching his neck, "I didn't say I would use it against my classmates..."

"But when the time comes, can you bear it? When a group of people call your mother a prostitute, can you bear not to use it?"

"I can! It's not like they haven't scolded you before!" Jing Yunsong cried out. He knelt on the ground with a thud, raised his right hand, clasped his thumb around his little finger, and pointed the other three points to the sky, "Huang Tian is above, and Houtu is below." , My Jing Yunsong's throwing knife is only used to deal with adults, those who bully me and Mumu, and those who slap flowers, my throwing knife only kills the heinous people! If I use it to deal with classmates, I will be struck by lightning , Die badly! If you violate this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!" After he finished speaking, he snapped a relatively long hacksaw blade in two.

The hacksaw blade was very brittle, and he pouted in a hurry, and cut his hand all at once, but he didn't care about it, and just looked at Ke Muai with red eyes.

Seeing him like this, Ke Muai felt distressed and helpless. He knew that Jing Yunsong was insecure. The Ke family, especially Ke Yongli, was like a mountain, weighing heavily on his heart, making him breathless. Come, wake up with nightmares even at night.Ke Muai also knew what he was thinking. It was nothing more than to protect himself, and even protect his brother-in-law. Jing Yunsong's idea was very simple. His methods of protecting people were divided into long-term and immediate. If it is power, he can protect the person he wants to protect. What is in front of him is to practice Tianma Meteor Fist and Xiao Li Feidao well.

He used to hug Jing Yunsong to help him up, wiped his tears, and spoke with a crying voice: "Songsong, I know you are doing it for my own good, and you want to protect me, but I am also worried about you, in case you With classmates..."

"No chance! I, Jing Yunsong, a manly man, will definitely do what I say!"

"That's good, that's good." Ke Muai took out the toilet paper he carried with him from his pocket and wiped the blood on his hands. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. Rural children are all skinny, and wounds less than one centimeter are not serious at all. Forget it, "Songsong, shall we still go to Nianpangou?"

"Go, why not go, this little injury is nothing!"

Continue to open the road, and after walking for two or three miles, Jing Yunsong peeked at his face while walking, Ke Muai remained silent, and he finally couldn't help it: "Mumu, don't be angry with me, I just talked too loudly I'm... sorry."

Ke Muai was puzzled: "I'm not angry with you? Why do you say that?"

"You don't talk to me anymore." Jing Yunsong said flatteringly, "Mumu, I know you are doing it for my own good, but I am just anxious, I can't grow up quickly, after growing day after day, I am still like the bean sprouts Like vegetables, I was afraid that your dad would go crazy and beat you that day. I'm okay, I can run. You are so thin, and you don't like playing football. I have to vomit blood after two blows, and I can't earn money to heal your wounds, let alone this, even if you have a headache, I don't have any spells, and the only choice I have is to die with them! Mu, I assure you, I will never use a knife with anyone casually, can you trust me?"

"I also know that everything Songsong does is for my own good, and I already believe in you."

"But you ignore me. I did something wrong and made you unhappy. You can scold me and beat me, but don't ignore me."

"I can't ignore you." Ke Muai hugged Jing Yunsong and kissed him on the cheek, "That's fine."

"No, I have to kiss the cross." Jing Yunsong pushed forward.

Ke Muai smiled, turned his head, kissed his left and right cheeks and forehead, and finally kissed his chin, which happened to be in the shape of a cross.

Jing Yunsong only smiled this time: "Mumu is the best!"

The two brothers held hands, talked and laughed as before, happily went to watch a play in Nianpangou.

The two of them took the small road, directly crossing the crop fields, and the distance was a straight line. The main road Wang Shuzhi and the police took made a sharp bend at right angles, and she started yelling and cursing from the gate of the police station, which aroused the disgust of the police, and intentionally gave it to the police. Procrastination, so when they arrived at Nianpangou, Wang Shuzhi hadn't brought the police over yet.

Xu's noodle shop is at a crossroads, a major traffic road. At this time, for a large group of people, it is more lively than the town market. From a long distance, you can hear the sound of musical instruments, the mournful suona, woo wa woo wa, people can hear it The heart is sad, the noisy cymbals, crackling, crackling, and the heart is jumping. Mixed between these two instruments, it is Ke Muai's second aunt, Xu Lede's cry that resounds through the sky and is more tuneful than a serious duo actor: "Crying Come with a cry of heaven—come with a cry, ai ai, my father—ai ai—how did you leave so early—”

With the singing, the suona sound began to decline and become tactful, and the rhythm of the copper bowl also slowed down. When the rhythm was rented, Ke Muai pulled Jing Yunsong and squeezed into the crowd. Man Jin played the trumpet, Xiao Man Yin played the copper cymbal, two daughters knelt in the pile of wreaths in linen and filial piety, Xu Lexian was just crying, he belonged to the accompaniment, humming, alas, and kept pulling the burning paper from the pile of burning paper behind him. Take out one, put it in the crock in front of you and ignite it.

Xu Lede is the lead singer, and his voice is as high as a cloud: "You are leaving, but you have cheated my daughter, my old father!"