When normal people fight, they usually go through three steps: "dislike each other - verbally shouting - and formal action".
Due to the differences in regional characteristics and the personalities of the parties involved, the time flexibility of the two parts of disliking each other and verbally shouting is very flexible. It may take a long time to accumulate hatred, and it may take three to five years for some to decide to turn against each other; there are also short ones, and a simple sentence "What are you looking at" is enough to become an inducement to start a fight.
There are very few people like Lin Nianhe who directly interrupt the second step without following the process.
Too fast, too sudden.
So much so that when the fleshy man was dragged out of the house by his hair, his brain was still stuck on the bridge of his nose and he received a punch.
Shen Cailan leaned blankly in her brother's arms, looking at Lin Nianhe, not knowing what to say.
Lin Nianhe clapped his hands, took out a few candies and stuffed them into her hands, then rubbed her head and said softly: "Cailan, you stay in the room with your brother first, and the teacher will deal with that man."
Shen Cailan held the candy, her eyes widened.
Lin Nianhe smiled, turned around and went out, closing the door thoughtfully.
Wen Lan kicked the man all over the floor, frightening the two chickens who were still walking around and hid in the corner.
Seeing that neither of them noticed her, Lin Nianhe put his hands behind his back and took a brick from the space.
"Ouch, ouch!"
The man screamed, holding his head and crawling around to dodge, and cursed: "Aren't you fucking teachers? The teacher hit someone! The teacher hit someone!"
He shouted loudly, but it was a pity that it was time for work and there was no one in the village.
The man thought he had yelled the wrong thing, and his brain seemed to have been opened up by the beating. He immediately changed his words: "The men from the Shili Brigade are here to beat us! The men from the Shili Brigade are here to beat us!"
"Shout! Keep shouting." Lin Nianhe stepped forward holding the brick in his hand.
The man suddenly shut up.
Judging from his more than 30 years of experience in fighting, if he continues to shout in this situation, he will be beaten harder.
Lin Nianhe stepped forward and winked at Wen Lan.
Wen Lan understood what she meant this time, and turned her kicking foot to step on the man's calf to prevent him from running away.
Lin Nianhe walked up to the man and looked down at him.
The man's face was blooming, and he looked a little pitiful.
Lin Nianhe suddenly raised his foot and kicked him on the thigh: "I want you to continue calling your grandson and your grandson can't hear you?"
man:"……!"
Shout, shout...
Asking for help also requires emotion. If the emotion is not in place, you will not know what to call people.
The man swallowed the blood in his mouth and shouted weakly and tremblingly: "Help."
Lin Nianhe kicked me again: "You are shouting like this, do you look down on my aunt?"
The man's lips trembled twice and he increased his voice: "Help!"
"Call for help? Do you think I'm a murderer? Did I say I'm going to kill you?"
"..."
"Pretending to be dead? Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"...No, no."
"How dare you quibble!"
"..."
"Why is there no sound again?"
Lin Nianhe retorted and kicked him, his depressed heart clearing up.
Wen Lan looked on and grinned.
Too brutal.
The man was kicked until he curled up like a cooked shrimp.
In fact, Lin Nianhe's kick was not harder than Wen Lan's, but the psychological trauma she caused to the man was more serious than Wen Lan's kick.
Lin Nianhe saw that he was almost done, and squatted down in front of him with a brick in his hand: "Hey, I'll ask you to answer. If I'm not satisfied with the answer, you can show me some Iron Tou Kung Fu."
If Lin Nianhe had said this a few minutes ago, no man would have believed that she dared to hit her head with a brick.
But now, he believes it, he believes it too much!
The man nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Ask, ask, aunt, you ask."
Lin Nianhe was very satisfied with his attitude and patted his head several times with a brick as a reward.
"How much gift money did you give Shen Cailan?"
The man swallowed: "Two, twenty."
Lin Nianhe: "Why is it twenty? Do you have any obsession with this number?"
The man's eyes widened and he was about to cry: "I, I didn't..."
"No? This answer is too easy." Lin Nianhe gently bumped the bricks, and the threat was self-evident.
A man has never expended so many brain cells when thinking about his wife. He thought hard and finally managed to say: "I calculated that two or twenty is enough for her mother to see a doctor."
"Oh." Lin Nianhe nodded and changed the topic, "You were the one who wanted to marry Wang Xixi with one hundred yuan as a gift, right?"
The man didn't understand what she wanted to do when she mentioned Wang Xixi, but the question was easy to answer. He nodded immediately: "Yes, it's me."
"It's one hundred for Daxi, and twenty for Cailan." Lin Nianhe narrowed his eyes and showed an evil smile, "Grandson, aren't you bullying an honest person?"
The man trembled all over and his eyes turned red: "I didn't! I'm not! I, I, I..."
Lin Nianhe ignored him, played with the bricks and continued: "You just said that if you gave a bride price, Cailan would have to go with you, or else you would report it to the police, right?"
"No, I don't, I, I, I don't want her, okay..."
"That won't work. You've already taken the betrothal gift. How can I prevent you from getting a wife?" Lin Nianhe looked at him kindly, "Let's go to the health center to see your injuries first. You can't treat your injuries like a groom." wrong?"
The man was confused and looked at her at a loss.
Lin Nianhe continued slowly: "By the way, I learned a new word today called 'beat as soon as you are discharged'. What do you think it means?"
The man... cried.
A tall and strong old man was lying on the ground, thrashing and crying.
On the side, Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe and murmured thoughtfully: "No wonder you never let me hit people. I thought you were afraid that I would cause trouble, but it turned out that you thought I was too gentle."
Lin Nianhe's breathing was stagnant, and he wrinkled his nose at her, signaling her to shut up.
Wen Lan didn't have any temper this time and covered her mouth directly.
Lin Nianhe lowered his head and poked the man's face with the corner of a brick: "Why are you crying? Why is it such a happy event like marrying a wife? Are you not happy?"
These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the man burst into tears with a cry of "Wow."
"I won't marry, I won't marry... I don't dare to do it anymore, my aunt, please spare me..."
Lin Nianhe clicked his tongue: "No, I'm not afraid of trouble."
Man: "I don't want to marry anymore. I will take a detour when I see Shen Cailan in the future...I don't want the money either..."
"That sounds like we're after your twenty dollars."
"No! You didn't! I took the initiative to give it... wuwuwu, please let me go..."
Lin Nianhe saw that he was really scared, so he took out twenty yuan from his pocket and threw it to him.
"Take the money and get out of here. Don't you dare to have such crooked thoughts again... The scenery in the back mountain is beautiful. I will definitely find a good place for you to bury."
When Lin Nianhe said this, his tone was very calm, even calmer than when he was teasing him just now.
But the man could see the bloodthirsty expression in her eyes, as if killing a lot of people had long been a trivial matter for her.
He shuddered and dared not say another word. He picked up the money and stumbled away.
Lin Nianhe squatted on the spot and did not move. She closed her eyes and frowned, pressing her eyebrows irritably.
It had been too long since she had met a scumbag, and she had a slight stress reaction, remembering all the things about the end of the world.
Wen Lan felt something was wrong with her, so she walked up and asked, "Hezi, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Nianhe didn't answer. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, opened her eyes, and her eyes became clear again.
Throwing away the bricks, she stretched out her hand towards Wen Lan and said Nunuo: "Sister Lan, pull me, you're so scared that my legs are weak."
Wen Lan slapped her hand away: "You are afraid of a hammer!"
(End of chapter)
