Lu Shao thinks this is not funny

The adoptive father was frightened by the staff of the relevant department who came to the door, and he did not dare to kill him so blatantly. Instead, he took him to a desolate mountainous area, threw him down and ran away.

Perhaps because of panic, I didn't look carefully at the road when I left. My foot slipped and fell into a deep ditch. My leg was broken and I couldn't climb up.

At that time, mobile phones were not popular enough, and my adoptive father did not have a mobile phone, so he could only ask Meng Xiaochun, who was standing on the top, to find someone to rescue him.

Meng Xiaochun looked down at him in the ditch expressionlessly, thought for a while, and went to the nearby mountain people to rescue him.

The mountain people came, but they were not in a hurry to save people. Let's talk about the hard work first, and the lion opened his mouth.

The adoptive father disagreed.

There was no agreement, and the mountain people were not in a hurry, sitting next to them, smoking dry tobacco and chatting in dialect.

The sun was very strong, and the adoptive father was dizzy from the sun in the ditch without shelter, and finally agreed to give them all his belongings and the third-hand car that drove over.

Meng Xiaochun has been quietly watching from the side.

He doesn't like human beings. The human beings he sees are boring, ugly, walking corpses dominated by vulgar desires.

He observed their words and deeds, and he still didn't understand what the meaning of their existence was.

I also don't know where my own survival value is.

During the years when his biological mother was still there, several times he wanted to pretend that he didn't see the flaw and let her get her wish.

The mountain people rescued their adoptive father, found herbal medicine, and simply applied him to stop the bleeding. The fracture was clamped tightly with wooden boards, and a thick wooden stick picked up on the ground was also given as a crutch. Foreigners, big and small, are free to do so.

The adoptive father limped ahead with a wooden stick, and Meng Xiaochun followed behind.

Walking violently, the adoptive father suddenly stopped, turned around and raised his stick to give Meng Xiaochun a hard blow.

If it wasn't this bastard, he wouldn't be so unlucky!

Meng Xiaochun didn't dodge or dodge and didn't make a sound, just stood where he was and let him smoke.

After a pause, the adoptive father calmed down a little, and continued to lead him along the mountain road.

At noon, the two finally walked out of the mountain road and onto the newly built road, but there were very few vehicles passing by, and occasionally they roared away.

The two walked along the road for a while, when the adoptive father stopped suddenly, but instead of beating him again, he said in a low voice, "Wait a minute, don't talk, or I'll kill you!"

Then he changed his face and tone, and shouted at the car parked in front: "Help! Help!"

It was a caravan, and a family of three was eating tables and chairs under the shade of a tree next to the car, with a lot of food and drinks on display.Hearing the voice, Qi Qi looked over.

The male owner of the family of three is named Lu, and the child is named Lu Shaoyan.

Lu Shaoyan was wearing a blue and white sailor suit, a beret, and clean sneakers. When he first looked at Meng Xiaochun, he was holding a freshly bitten peach in his hand.

That peach is big, round and beautiful in color.

Meng Xiaochun doesn't like eating peaches, it's easy to get his hands full of juice, which is troublesome.

Of course, he didn't eat it a few times.

The adoptive father claimed to the three members of the Lu family that he would take his son to play in the mountains. Unexpectedly, they were blocked and robbed.

The Lu family couple were a little wary of this grown man, but seeing that he was carrying a pitiful and beautiful child covered in injuries, and the grown man was indeed broken, most of their doubts disappeared. They put away the tables and chairs and let them sit on the bed. Car, hurried to the city to treat the two wounded.

Meng Xiaochun was sitting on a chair in the corner of the caravan, when Lu Shaoyan suddenly came over and said courteously: "Sister, go take a bath, I will apply medicine to you after washing, you also eat food, we brought a lot of food .”

Meng Xiaochun looked up at him, wondering why he would call other people's sisters on the premise that he looked like a girl.

The hostess heard it and reminded: "Yanyan, that's not my sister, but my brother."

"Ah?" Xiaolu Shaoyan was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Meng Xiaochun carefully for a while, and widened his watery eyes in surprise, "Really?"

Xiao Meng Xiaochun didn't speak, and looked down at the ground.

"Oh, whatever..." But the tone was not casual at all, it sounded full of regret.

"Brother, you still have to take a shower quickly, and I'll apply medicine to you after washing!" Obviously hearing that it was the elder brother, he deliberately changed it to the younger brother.

Meng Xiaochun still didn't move, but Lu Shaoyan persisted in pulling him up until he succeeded in pulling him up, then pushed him into the bathroom, and brought him a set of clean clothes.

At that time, Meng Xiaochun was thinner and shorter than Lu Shaoyan, and his clothes were a little too big for him.

He took a shower, changed his clothes and came out. Lu Shaoyan had already placed snacks on the small table, and came over to pull him enthusiastically: "Come and eat, eat whatever you want... Are your clothes too big? Hehe, sorry, I'm long It's higher. Let me hold it up for you."

After speaking, she squatted down on the ground and rolled up Meng Xiaochun's trousers.

After rolling up the trousers, he stood up and rolled up Meng Xiaochun's sleeves again.

After going back this time, the adoptive father's mother and Meng Xiaochun's grandmother knew the ins and outs of the matter, and sighed all night.

The next morning, she said to her son: "If there are still people in my grandma's family, I will send him back, but...forget it, I have been calling you Dad for so many years, and I have been calling me Grandma for so many years, such a small person , I don’t know anything about adults, and I can’t eat much, and I’m good, so let’s continue raising it, and treat it as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.”

……

Whether it was many brushes with death or other circumstances, Meng Xiaochun seldom had any disturbances in his heart.

Even if his grandmother continued to raise him against all odds, or Lu Shaoyan's mother let him eat and live with his son, he didn't feel moved.

He knew that normal people should have such emotions, but he really didn't.

Lu Shaoyan was right, he was indeed a cold-blooded animal.

Allen played with others for a while, and seeing Meng Xiaochun motionless, he yelled at him: "Xiao Meng! Stop making trouble! Come here and apologize!"

Meng Xiaochun still did not respond, and looked at the security guard at the door indifferently.

Since it's shameless to give face, then don't give it.

Allen put away his worried expression and winked impatiently at the security chief.

The other party nodded slightly in understanding, then beckoned to the younger brothers to do it.

Although Meng Xiaochun was on guard, he was no match for four fists with two fists, and the opponents had more than four fists, and most of them had undergone professional training. After a few blows, his arm was cut backwards.

The head of security escorted Meng Xiaochun in front of Bi Antai and kicked him in the back of his knee.

For the first time, Meng Xiaochun only slightly bent his knees, and stood upright without kneeling.

But the other party was furious because of this, and kicked him very hard the second time. Meng Xiaochun instinctively bent his knees forward.

Meng Xiaochun struggled a few times, but couldn't move at all.

Bi Antai stood up slowly, looked down at him coldly, raised his hand to loosen his neckline, and suddenly smiled with the corners of his lips curled up like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

The director, producer, and the others exchanged glances, and they all said, "Allen's wound can't be ignored. Hurry up, we'll take you to the hospital!"

Allen responded.

After clearing the room, only Meng Xiaochun, Bi Antai and the security chief were left in the box. The last person to go out closed the door on purpose, looked around vigilantly at the door, and left after seeing nothing unusual.

Without the fourth person, Bi Antai suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Xiaochun's hair, and pulled it hard, forcing him to look up at him.

He looked at this face carefully, and said with disdain: "That's it."

Hearing Bi Antai's tone, the head security guard thought that he didn't intend to do anything to Xiao Meng, but unexpectedly Bi Antai gave him a wink the next moment.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and took out a small sealed bag from his pocket and handed it over.

Meng Xiaochun saw a white pill in the sealed bag. He couldn't be sure what it was, but it was definitely not a good thing.

He struggled again, but the force holding him down was particularly strong.

Bi Antai went to the table next to him that hadn't been knocked over to get an unfinished bottle of red wine.

He put the pills into the wine, shook it vigorously a few times, then walked back, grabbed Meng Xiaochun's chin with one hand to force him to open his mouth, and stuffed the bottle into it.

The bottle is poured almost completely upside down.

In such a posture, Meng Xiaochun couldn't resist at all, and swallowed instinctively in his throat. He couldn't cough or vomit out quickly even if he was choked or nauseated, and he was forced to continue eating.

A part of the wine slid down the corners of his mouth and chin, and stained the white shirt along his neck.

Bi Antai looked at Meng Xiaochun's embarrassed look, the smile on his face turned into a ferocious and distorted one, and there was a strange hatred in his eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar voice shouted: "What are you doing!"

Biantai was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the door, hurriedly threw aside the bottomed wine bottle, adjusted his expression, and called softly: "Xiao Yan, why are you here?"

Meng Xiaochun spit out the remaining liquor in his mouth, coughed twice, and instead of struggling to look back at Lu Shaoyan, he fixedly stared at Bi Antai's face and observed his micro-expressions.

The author has something to say:

Meng Xiaochun's list of coveters on the road to private notes includes but is not limited to: the one in the library whose name is not known (crossed out), Gu Er, Bi Antai