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Da Zhuang closed the door and insisted on making a move. Without consent, he swung his fist and rushed towards him, roaring like a tiger.However, Fan Xi only used the judo moves he had learned in college, and gently knocked him down without even touching the corner of his clothes.

"Hey, I'm going?!" Da Zhuang got up, roaring and rushed over again.

How could Fan Xi be serious with a child, he would knock him down wherever he stepped.Da Zhuang was furious and kicked and punched indiscriminately. He had no choice but to block and not attack. He retreated to the corner and came out from the opponent's armpit with a short body.

Da Zhuang jumped into the air and bumped into the dance pole, and the brother and sister who stood at the door watching the fun burst out laughing.

Da Zhuang couldn't bear the shame and indignation, and pointed at him out of breath: "You, don't hide if you have the guts, let me hit you a few times, one hundred punches!"

The elder brother smoothed things over timidly: "Okay, big brat, let's go to my room to play."

"Two hundred." Fan Xi said flatly, with a smile on his face as if he was selling something.If he can collect enough money to return Dongzi as soon as possible after being beaten, he thinks it is very cost-effective.If you say pay it back next week, you will pay it back next week.

"Teacher Fan..." The younger sister spoke softly, but she was extremely anxious, "You, if you are in a hurry to use the money, I can lend you."

"Okay, two hundred is two hundred." Da Zhuang tentatively approached and pushed his thin chest.

He took half a step back and barely stood still, "Two hundred."

Whoosh——The boy's huge fist rushed towards him, and he subconsciously dodged it sideways, but he only dodged halfway, and stopped moving.He clenched his teeth, and let the fist graze his cheek firmly, a fishy smell came out of his mouth, and his cheek was broken.

You can't slap your face, otherwise it will affect your image and you won't be able to work.Thinking of this, Fan Xi shook and fell to the ground, covering his face with his arms.

The blow was successful, the boy laughed and punched and kicked him recklessly.The powerful fists and kicks comparable to adults rained down on his head, chest and back.

The dull pain and humiliation made his brows and eyes tightly huddled together, several veins popped up on his forehead and neck, and he lay on his side curled up without saying a word.

"Two thousand." He quoted the current price like an auction.

The young man was immersed in the joy of sadism, and beat him even more fiercely.

"Four thousand." When the boy kicked him in the ribs, he sucked the wound on his cheek and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

He decided that he would blackmail the brat's parents.It can't be regarded as blackmail, as much as the other party gives, he wants as much.

The two brothers and sisters were so frightened that they were stunned. When they saw the blood, they woke up like a dream. They rushed over and shouted: "You beat Teacher Fan to death!"

Da Zhuang's claws were also numb, and he took out his mobile phone tremblingly, "You asked me to call, one willing to fight and one willing to suffer, I will ask my father for money now!"

Just as Fan Xi wanted to talk to his parents, his sister suddenly rolled her eyes, as if she understood his thoughts, she shouted at Da Zhuang: "Call your dad here quickly, and tell the teacher privately, or go to the police station, you You have to keep the record."

"Ah?" Da Zhuang's face was pale, and he was domineering without any talent. "My father must kill me. I'd better find my great-grandfather. He loves me the most."

Da Zhuang ran away in a hurry, Fan Xi said he couldn't breathe, sat at the door of the unit with the support of his brother and sister to breathe, deliberately wiped the blood from his mouth all over his face.

Not long after, Da Zhuang came back with a vigorous old man.Fan Xi bared his blood-stained teeth and smiled at the other party.

"What's going on?" the old man asked anxiously.

"Grandpa, it's like this..." The younger sister lowered her head slightly, and articulately narrated the process.

Da Zhuang held his grandfather's arm, his face was neither red nor white, but he was caught by the ears and scolded in the next second: "Little bastard! I have been bullied by bullies since I was a child, and I went to the landlord's house to borrow food and got slapped in the face." Give me a handful of millet. Now that the days are better, you're a bully! Ho-yah!"

Without saying a word, the old man asked directly how he wanted to solve it.Fan Xi naturally wanted to be private, and said: "You can pay it at will, but the money for the beating is four thousand. The retail price set by your great-grandson is two hundred, and I will count it."

The old man blushed, trembling with anger and shame, and transferred [-] to him on the spot.[-] is medical expenses and mental damage expenses.

Afterwards, the famous and well-known Chaoyang Dazhuang, the head of the grade, was picked up by his grandfather and went home crying all the way.

Fan Xi washed his face, and left as if nothing had happened amid the concern of the siblings.He walked briskly out of the community, then covered his back, and slowly sat in the waiting chair at the bus station.His eyes were closed tightly, and tears leaked from his trembling eyelashes.

He suddenly remembered something, sniffed, and paid back the money owed to Dongzi with interest.The other party quickly called and said that he would be invited to dinner another day with interest.

"You have helped me a lot, I should ask you."

After finishing speaking, he heard his girlfriend whispering from Dongzi's side: "Look, he has money, but he doesn't want to pay you back. If he borrows money from now on, don't bother him."

"Fuck, shut up!" Dongzi yelled, "You know what! This marriage is over, whoever loves will get married!"

Fan Xi listened to their quarrel for a while in embarrassment, and silently hung up the phone.He went to a noodle shop for dinner, and halfway through eating, his mouth hurt so much that he went to the pharmacy to buy a spray to treat oral wounds.

In the evening, there is a lot of traffic around the mall.

He rushed back to the company non-stop, took the blind box and umbrella, and set up a stall at yesterday's location.After the layout was done, he bowed to the idol's huge advertisement: "Brother Yoshi, bless me to make a lot of money."

The clouds are thickening, the wind is picking up, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and a rain is brewing.Passers-by who had just had dinner at the mall stopped to show their consumption receipts or records to exchange for blind boxes.

He was so busy that he forgot the dull pain in his chest, abdomen and back, and dismissed it from time to time: "No, your consumption is not enough for twenty."

When the blind box was about to be sold out, heavy raindrops crackled and splashed on the stall.

Fan Xi was busy closing the stall, when suddenly his head was darkened, an umbrella covered him, and two fingers holding shopping receipts were stretched out in front of him.The fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints.

Just by looking at this hand, he knew who it was.He was startled, took the receipt, and said to the man, "Choose one."

Guan Sheng chose randomly, took out a chinchilla, and put it into his pocket with a smile: "My brother said that he met you here yesterday, so let me see how you lied."

He muttered: "I'm not lying, this can only be said to be a psychological suggestion."

"You're pretty smart, brat." Guan Sheng frowned suddenly, raised his hat brim, and stared at his red and swollen cheeks, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay, I was accidentally kicked by a student during class." Fan Xi lowered his hat.When the rain became fierce, he was overjoyed, quickly put away his things, and carried the travel bag full of folding umbrellas.

"You want to go out to play?" Guan Sheng asked suspiciously.

"Go to the subway station to sell umbrellas."

He followed Fan Xi all the way to the nearest subway station.

I saw him move the backpack to his chest, pull out the payment code and hang it on the zipper, then took out a few folding umbrellas, and yelled in a calm voice: "Fifteen one fifteen one It can be used in both weather and rain, with solid color stripes and plaids."

For some reason, Guan Sheng was attracted by Fan Xi's appearance of selling umbrellas.He obviously didn't have any cute spots, and his not-so-handsome face was even more attractive, but he had a fever in his lower abdomen.The hot breath was trapped in the mask, almost burning himself.

He smiled and asked, "How much did you pay for the goods?"

"Four dollars."

"I'll sell it for you." He grabbed two umbrellas and leisurely recited limericks to passers-by sheltering from the rain, "May you have lights at night, and umbrellas for rain. Fifteen ones, twenty two. One Hold it up, have a spare.”

"Brother, you are too exaggerated, and don't lower the price at will." Fan Xi clenched his fists in embarrassment, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

Unexpectedly, one was sold right away, and the middle-aged man who bought the umbrella sighed while scanning the QR code to pay: "Now that the goods are sold in such a way, why do I have to write poems?"

The rain from the arrow shafts kept falling, and the sky was as black as the bottom of a pot.Guan Sheng sounded like a charlatan, selling umbrellas one after another, making Fan Xi embarrassed and wanting to laugh, he vomited blood from laughing because he tore the wound on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a man and a woman walked down the escalator, looking at the heavy rain and worrying. The girl's small parasol was not enough to protect them from the rain.Guan Sheng then asked them if they should buy an umbrella, and even rapped impromptuly: "Yo, a big umbrella covers the raindrops. The two people under the umbrella must look right."

"Sister, hurry up, you're mentally ill." The boy glanced at him and dragged the girl away.

Guan Sheng had played enough, and started to sell umbrellas, and Fan Xi's backpack became lighter and lighter.The rain was also strong, and it continued until ten o'clock, when they sold the last umbrella.

The uncle who bought the umbrella had just paid for it, when the rain suddenly turned light, pattering, and would stop within a few minutes.The uncle looked at the umbrella in his hand, and then at Fan Xi, who immediately ran away with a pipe voice: "Come on, he wants a refund."

"You didn't keep an umbrella for yourself. It seems that you can only use mine, and you can pamper your fans again." Walking on the street, Guan Sheng opened the umbrella with a smile, and naturally embraced the shoulders of fans, "Third grader When it was raining heavily one day, I wrote a nursery rhyme, do you want to listen to it?"

Fan Xi gave a "hmm" and jumped over a small puddle, then covered his back and inhaled lightly.Guan Sheng looked sideways, seeing a look of pain passing between his brows.

"Don't laugh at me being childish." Guan Sheng lowered his umbrella, covering himself and him in this small world, and softly sang a nursery rhyme:

"I have a time machine,

When it hits full throttle,

Rain rises from the ground into the clouds,

The cloud drifted back to the previous destination.

I also go against the current,

Tell Dad to love learning.

Tell mom not to have a younger brother. "

"Hahaha..." Fan Xi laughed heartily, "Has your brother heard of it?"

"Of course, I cried for a long time after listening to it. He was about three years old at that time, and he bothered me all day long. If he asked me to write a song for him, I would do it!" hidden in a mask.

He loves his younger brother very much, but this does not prevent him from wanting to sell his younger brother sometimes, even for free.

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Brother Sheng was so distressed that he finally said to Congee Congee: Why don't we start from the beginning?