Only God is left

"De'er, do you want to live with your father, or stay at your second uncle's house?"

"I want to be with you."

"But life with me will be hard, I won't be around you often, you have to learn to do things by yourself; and there will be dangers, many people will be killed, do you know what death is?"

"...they said the mother died, like that, right?"

"Yes, that's called natural death, and unnatural death, like you see me talking to you now, but if someone stabs me with a knife, I'll die like your mother—this kind of thing It could happen to you too."

"..."

"Do you want to stay or come with me?"

"I want to be with you."

"Good boy, let's go."

. . . . . . . . . .

Zhao Kuangyin encountered the first serious crisis in his life when he was 13 years old.

That day Han Lingkun went out to play with him in the yard of his house as usual, and it happened that his sister Zhao Meirong was also sewing outside with her mother.Her mother was very happy to see Han Lingkun, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, she pulled Zhao Meirong and greeted him with a smile on her face: "Akun, how do you see Jia Rongrong?"

Zhao Meirong's face sank, she threw away the needle and thread from her mother's hand, turned around and ran back to the house, no matter how much her mother complained behind her, she couldn't come out.The two people in the yard also immediately stopped talking, and no one said anything for a long time, finally Zhao Kuangyin frowned and poked Han Lingkun, Han Lingkun then hummed and smiled and replied: "Our sisters, middle, middle. "

Before Zhao Kuangyin's mother could speak again, the two almost fled out of the door.The two of them didn't say anything when they went all the way, and Zhao Kuangyin turned into another alley before speaking: "You don't really want to marry my sister, do you?"

Han Lingkun answered quickly, with a tremor at the end of the sentence: "Go and cut it, just read my sister's eight hundred lengths! Please forgive me!"

Zhao Kuangyin was not very happy with this answer—why did my sister fail? ——But no matter what, Han Lingkun didn't seem to have that meaning at all. If he didn't, everything was easy to talk about——My buddy married his sister, no matter how I think about it, it makes people panic.

Han Lingkun seemed to understand his thoughts quite well, and added a sentence later: "—I can't straighten up thinking about that bear face."

In fact, this is what happened in plain language, but Han Lingkun's blunt words immediately caused a picture to flash in his mind, and his stomach churns: "Oh, what a mess! Which man misses a man when he sleeps with a woman? "

Han Lingkun snorted through his nose: "I don't think so, there are men sleeping with men."

It was indeed unheard of, and Zhao Kuangyin was startled: "Is there such a thing? Was it arrested?"

Han Lingkun, an old brother, was very proud of being able to shock him. After seeing that there was no one around, he leaned over and whispered: "I heard that those husbands have tighter doors than girls."

Makes sense——Zhao Kuangyin nodded with an expression of "so that's the case", and finally remembered one more thing: "——what do you think?"

Han Lingkun's face was flushed, and he glared at Zhao Kuangyin with glaring eyes and immediately swears: "That's not a mother! Why are you asking!"

Who in the neighborhood of the Luoyang army doesn't know that the children of the Zhao family are sweeping Tianxing.The main task of the child's head is to lead a group of over-spirited boys to go to the house to expose tiles and go down the river to fish for fish, wander here and there, dig out birds' nests, chase dogs, catch chickens, and fight in groups.This is not an easy task. Kid King must pay close attention to all activities on his territory, not only to convince his subordinates, but also to watch out for any signs of threatening his status.For example, where there are new children, you must immediately ask them to make a statement: either join your own gang, obediently obey everything, if you are a thorn, you can’t let it go, you have to be obedient, or at least block him from going out. .

Just like now, Zhao Kuangyin noticed a boy who suddenly appeared here not long ago.

The boy lived in a Buddhist temple near the corner of Dongcheng, but he had never seen his family.The teenager is very quiet, never talking and playing with the children around him, he doesn't look like a troublemaker.But he can't just let him swagger around on his own territory like this, he has to know what's going on here anyway, if he has a wink, he should know where to stand in the future.

So he brought a group of people and picked a young boy who came out alone to stop him.

"Hey, brother son!"

The boy looked up at him and ignored him. He stepped aside and continued to walk.

Never seen such a defiant person, Zhao Kuangyin frowned and gave the person next to him a wink, and a group of children immediately surrounded him, chattering and provoking beside him.

"Hey, talking to you!"

"Where are you from, you don't have any tutoring!"

"Let me tell you, he must have been busy hugging women in the camp during his freshman year, so he didn't have time to teach him!"

Hearing this, the young man raised his head, glanced at it but remained silent.

——Oh, my family is also in the army.

Zhao Kuangyin stood aside with arms folded, still silent, waiting to see what other clues his gang could come up with.

Afterwards, he let the children around him yell and the teenagers stopped responding. Seeing that he didn't respond, a boy jumped in front of him and made a face and started yelling:

"Your father can't come back~ He ate the barbarian's mace~~"

The young man suddenly raised his head, glaring at the boy with a stern light in his eyes.

No, it's overdone!

Before Zhao Kuangyin could move, the boy grabbed the boy by the collar and punched him in the face.Obviously extremely angry, the young man struck very hard, and the boy fell down with his nose on his nose and couldn't get up.The boy didn't give up, he rushed up to ride on the boy and punched him.The people next to him didn't expect the boy to get angry like this, and they didn't realize it for a while, and when they recovered, they all rushed over and surrounded him.Zhao Kuangyin hurriedly rushed over to stop the crowd and went up to pull it himself. The young man's eyes were already red, and when he saw someone approaching him, he punched back indiscriminately. The punch hit Zhao Kuangyin's chest, until he staggered and fell to the ground. on the ground.Zhao Kuangyin still twisted his sleeve, and finally took advantage of the situation to pull him away from the boy.The young man fell beside him, turned over and punched him on the head. Zhao Kuangyin was quick with his hands and eyes, and grabbed his wrist and twisted it tightly.

A lot of strength, obviously practiced.

The fierce light in the young man's eyes receded a bit when the two were tugging, obviously he didn't want to get entangled with others, the young man pulled out his hands and stood up backwards, bumping away from the crowd and taking a few steps back, but his face was still full of anger.

"—Fuck you all!" The boy pointed at them and shouted hissingly, the nosebleed of the first boy was still stained on his sleeve, his delicate face was completely distorted by anger, and he looked particularly frightening: "—— all people!"

Zhao Kuangyin was dazed looking at the direction he ran away: he was really angry.

He stood up, turned around, picked up the nosebleed boy, and scolded: "What are you begging for? Who taught you to say that? You are not raised by your father?"

The boy was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to make a sound, Zhao Kuangyin let go of his hand and pushed him out, pointing at the people around him and yelling angrily: "——Anyone who makes trouble with him will be crippled!"

Watching his father come out of the house with a sword in his armor since he was a child, Zhao Kuangyin actually understood the boy's feelings quite well. If anyone told him this, he would have to draw a knife and rush up to make a few holes in that person's body before giving up.It was the first time that Sweeping Xing in the rampant alley experienced what it meant to have a disturbed conscience: it seemed a little too much - he didn't know the details of this young man, and all the children were playing around for fun, but why did they make such an enemy.

Look at this whole thing, you should be humble.

But after that, I didn't see that boy on the street again for a long time. The boy didn't come out very often, but now he seems to avoid the crowd more intentionally.Zhao Kuangyin almost thought that he was no longer in the city, but finally bumped into him again one evening.

He was wrestling stones next to the city wall with a group of people, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of a striking white, and when he subconsciously looked in that direction, it disappeared.Originally, he just thought he was dazzled and didn't pay attention to it, but when he changed his mind, he decided to chase after him to see what happened.He stood up, stuffed his playmate with a few words, and chased in that direction. He knew all the weeds growing on the walls of every street and alley in Luoyang. Sure enough, he saw the boy again without turning two streets. .

He didn't say anything, he ran up quickly and grabbed the boy's shoulder before calling him: "Hey, what a coincidence!"

The young man turned his head and saw that he was about to leave with a shake of his arm, but he held onto his arm tightly. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the young man, he turned back and said coldly with hostility: "What do you want?"

Zhao Kuangyin dragged the young man to a place where there were few people, and then Zhao Kuangyin said with sincerity: "What happened last time, I was wondering why it is not expensive. Didn't it just happen to happen today, so I came to apologize to you face to face. What do you think of this gift?"

He spoke with a heavy accent, although the young man kept his face expressionless, he seemed to be holding back his smile—there is a way out, speaking the local dialect, Zhao Xuanlang can still speak the native dialect even if a piece of his tongue is cut off?

——"Hey, what's wrong with the mold, I punched me hard in the face when I said I read it, this matter is cleared up, let's make friends too, okay?"

The young man finally couldn't help laughing, and immediately raised his face again. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Kuangyin. Zhao Kuangyin looked back with a kind smile on his face, but found that his eyes were a little special, as if they were golden. of.Zhao Kuangyin had never seen pupils of that color before, so he stared into his eyes for a moment of curiosity.The young man lowered his head a little embarrassedly under his stare, but remained silent from beginning to end.

That's why I said that the punches don't hit the smiling face--Zhao Kuangyin has to go up to hook his shoulders and put on the back sleeve to get close, and if he loosens his hands, he has to reach the boy's shoulders.The boy responded quite quickly, dodging backwards like a shoulder reflex, and punched him firmly on the nose with the handle.

With a punch, the young man turned around and ran away, leaving Zhao Kuangyin holding his nose and staring at the direction he was running away in a daze.

——What kind of soup!Really do it!

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