Lu Mingshu walked alone in the mist.
It seems that there are many figures in the fog. If you look carefully, there is nothing.
I don't know how long it's been --
"woo..." Low cry, in the ear ring.
Lu Mingshu went on and saw a small figure crouching in the fog.
She went over and watched in silence.
He looks about seven or eight years old. He seems to be wearing standard clothes. He has a dark blue color. He is not very high at first sight.
When the steps rang out, several children in the fog came running to this side. Seeing him here, they winked at each other and gathered around.
"It's you! What are you crying about hiding here
"Yes! Don't you know how to complain? Go to the deacon to sue anyone who bullies you
"Well, you don't know, do you? He was punished by the deacon, liar
He looked up and said, "I'm not lying!"
But it didn't make those people laugh more loudly.
"Liar, you are a liar!"
"You're a little wild, you're a wild one!"
"I'm not, I'm not a liar, I'm not a wild animal!" He rushed up in anger.
But anger can't improve his strength. Those people beat him to the ground and couldn't move.
"Liar!"
"Little wild seed!"
"If you don't have the ability to beat us!"
"You deserve it!"
A group of children spat at him, and then left happily.
It was a long time before Lu Mingshu saw him move.
He sat up slowly, his face blue and blue.
In fact, he has a very beautiful face. His features are delicate. Even if he is beaten into a pig's head, he can still see his original beauty.
Lu Mingshu saw his shoulder shrug and crying.
Tears covered the whole face, but there was no more sobbing.
Tears seeped into the wound on his face, and his eyes slowly changed. His fist clenched and he glared indignantly at the direction in which those people left.
He got up and hobbled away.
As the scene changed, he walked slowly into a large courtyard.
There are a lot of people in the yard, some are washing vegetables, some are moving rice noodles, some are killing chickens, they look like the back kitchen.
Seeing him come in, a fat man with a face full of flesh stretched out his big hand like a leaf fan and grabbed his ear. He cried fiercely: "where have you been again? Don't you know how to work? What a born slacker
He raised his head and exposed the blue and purple on his face to the fat man.
But the fat man was indifferent, as if he had not seen anything. He continued to shout and scold: "I can't even do any work. What can I do here? If you don't, get out as soon as possible! Just like you, it's just for nothing... "
He listened numbly for a long time, and finally someone couldn't read it. He said, "Ma San, are you tired after such a long time? Come on, let him go to work. He's upset
The fat man Ma San swears and says, "what are you doing? Don't wipe your face! If you rub blood on the dish, I won't break your leg
In silence, he wiped his face and went to chop wood.
The fog gathered and dispersed.
In front of Lu Mingshu again is a romantic and beautiful face. A man can rarely use the word "beautiful" to describe it. No matter how handsome his face is, how much it will look rough. But he is not. He is really beautiful. From facial features to skin, he can be said to be beautiful.
He was still in his dark blue clothes and doing things in silence. He has grown up from a child to an adult, and is still chopping firewood.
The work was so incongruous with his face that no one doubted it.
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