Shen Jie never expected that one day such a thing would happen in front of his house.
In his memory, his childhood was always carefree, and he never met any bad people.
Even if I have heard similar stories like this, I really listened to them as stories at that time.
For more than a year, almost most of his energy was spent on practicing the art of paper figurines.
However, with the spiritual power of heaven and earth in this interface, the abilities of the paper figures that can be refined are very limited.
He only wanted to see Wei Jing as soon as possible, and he had no intention of refining attack and defense paper figures.
He had always thought that this paper pathfinder could go further, preferably hundreds of miles away, to Wei Jing's hometown, to her home,
Even if he couldn't be with her at this age, he still wanted to be by her side in this way.
If Shen Jie wanted to react, it was already too late.
The middle-aged woman had already rushed in aggressively.
Shen Jie was only seven years old at this time. He was originally a small man, shorter than his peers and also very thin. It was only when he was in the second or third grade of junior high school that he suddenly stood out.
Although his body is much stronger than before after being nourished by spiritual energy,
But how strong can a child be if he is stronger?
Shen Jie himself felt that he had no power to resist facing such an adult.
He immediately shouted loudly:
"Second uncle, there are bad people."
"Help me quickly."
"Help."
"There are bad people."
"Second Uncle"
"Bro"
…
He roared at the top of his lungs,
Seeing this, the thin middle-aged woman cursed in a low voice: "You little bastard, you call me and see if I kill you."
The anger on her face almost exploded, and she frantically chased in the direction of Xiao Shen Jie, who was also desperately avoiding everyone around him.
A child of about seven years old is no match for a woman in her thirties who has done farm work for so many years.
Shen Jie's resistance made a lot of noise, and everything that could be overturned in the yard and main room was overturned.
But it only takes a few minutes of fiddling.
About ten minutes later, a middle-aged woman in her thirties walked out of the house calmly holding a seven-year-old child in her arms.
She wears a straw hat on her head. If anyone looks carefully, they will find that there are many bruises on this woman's face.
The little boy was lying on the woman's body so quietly at the moment. He was also wrapped in a lot of clothes, and he slept so soundly!
Just like a child sleeping in its mother's swaddling clothes,
The third uncle's eighty-ninety-year-old mother in the small house next door, with her waist bent at a ninety-degree angle, stood at the door and looked towards the east end of the village.
Those cloudy eyes could only see a figure walking to the entrance of the village and walking towards the back of the house.
Shen Jie felt like he was shaking up and down on an uneven rural road, surrounded by darkness.
He wanted to open his eyes and see the surrounding scene clearly, but he found that his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. No matter how strong his desire was, he could not open them.
He had an idea in his mind: 'If he cannot be freed from this predicament in time, his life may be in danger. '
But obviously all this is not what he can do,
Later, this subconscious feeling had changed from the bumps on the dirt road to falling from the dark wellhead to the bottomless bottom.
Every time I fall, I feel very uncomfortable, indescribable.
If I have to describe it, it's a bit like someone using their fingertips to make a sharp sound on the blackboard, and the person listening is particularly sensitive and annoying to this sound.
He was in such a painful state over and over again,
He had felt this way more than once before. Those few times he had a high fever. Soon, his mother would bring a bowl of particularly bitter medicine to him, and then she said to herself gently and kindly: "Drink it quickly, drink it." The disease will be cured."
Often the father would pinch his nose and pour the bowl into his mouth.
But at this moment, this feeling of falling from above continued. Later, it felt really uncomfortable.
In this dark scene, there is a little black ghost with an ugly appearance and a thin body, baring his teeth and claws in his own world. He is really as evil as he wants to be.
Little Shen Jie felt extremely uncomfortable staying there, and even Shen Jie's soul felt extremely uncomfortable.
He told himself over and over again that he must get out of this situation.
The world is blurry, and everything that can be perceived is so illusory.
This is a small bridge over a river. It is somewhat inaccurate to say it is a river.
Surrounded by lush jungles and various thorny plants,
and colorful, colorful flowers and mushrooms,
A middle-aged woman wrapped in an old plaid scarf that is common in rural areas was walking across a small bridge made of broken logs above a mountain stream.
Halfway there, she threw the critically ill little boy in her arms toward the stream below without hesitation.
The little boy's face was pale and purple, and he was trembling all the time.
After the middle-aged woman threw the child down, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked along the mountain path toward the distance without looking back.
She was still cursing: "It's really unlucky. I didn't get any money from the sale, and I'm also sick."
If anyone from Gengjiazhuang sees this woman, they will definitely recognize who she is at a glance.
There is no one in the small town who does not know this woman who reads Xie Xinchang.
But there are still many mountains here, and it is probably not within the scope of the vast plains of Ten Miles and Eight Townships.
The clear water in the mountain stream is winding, and you can touch the blue moss at the bottom with a little finger. It really takes a lot of light to paddle.
His body may not be able to withstand the invasion of large doses of suppressive drugs.
But deep down in his heart, he missed Wei Jing to the point of madness.
