Mo Yutong is here, she actually came.
It is really a case of some are happy while others are sad.
Yang Feng and the others were naturally delighted, but the Nie family members were secretly gritting their teeth.
As for the Li family who were eagerly waiting to see the show, they were so angry that they almost lost interest in watching it.
Didn’t the little girl not want him anymore?
The young man stood upright like a pine tree, following her with a burning gaze. He saw her raise the corners of her lips and walk to his side unwaveringly in the dim firelight, with a warm smile between her brows.
"Didn't you say that Mo Zhiqing flew away?" Seeing Mo Yutong walking straight towards Yan Mingli without any hesitation, Yang Chuan, feeling relaxed in an instant, kicked Yang Feng's calf fiercely.
If he had known this was going to happen, he wouldn't have been so anxious just now. Look how scared he was, his back was soaked with sweat.
"Why don't you just fly back?" The little swallows in flowery dresses still come here every spring! Mo Zhiqing, a grown man, can't even go out for a walk!
"Next time your father beats you, I promise I won't stop him." Yang Chuan glared at him angrily and turned to look at Mo Yutong.
At this moment, Nie Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with a poisonous coldness. The appearance of Mo Yutong undoubtedly made him lose face.
Thinking of what he had just said, his face felt as if he had been slapped several times by the soles of shoes, and his teeth ached.
But Zeng Shitou suddenly lost his sense of propriety and started to talk about something irrelevant. "Brother Feng, your wife, well, is a cuckold."
"Shut up!" Nie Xiaofeng's face was ferocious, like an enraged beast, on the verge of collapse.
Cuckold? This bitch dared to cuckold him! He would not let her go, absolutely not let her go.
Zeng Shitou saw his ferocious look and didn't dare to speak for a moment. He turned his head stiffly and stared at the crowd absent-mindedly.
Yao Junkun originally wanted to make a few high-spirited and lofty remarks after Xiao Chunrong, but he was choked by an incredibly beautiful girl, and his face turned dark in an instant.
"Comrade, do you still want to stand on the same front with the counter-revolutionaries who stole collective property? You should know that your current actions are also a crime, a crime of extreme contempt for policy."
Mo Yutong glanced back at the young man and saw that his clothes were neat and his hair was smooth, with no signs of any physical conflict with anyone, so she felt relieved.
Yan Mingli, who had been staring at her, did not ignore the strong concern in her eyes when she looked at him. His heart, which was covered with a layer of cold snow, suddenly became a little hotter.
"Platoon Leader Yao, may I ask Comrade Yan Mingli: did he overthrow, sabotage, or collude? Or did he instigate, seduce, or bribe? Did he aid the enemy, plot, or harbor them? Or did he instigate, incite, or encourage?"
"If none of these apply, Platoon Leader Yao, which article of the Counter-Revolutionary Regulations applies to Comrade Yan Mingli?"
"Anyone has the right to expose and report counter-revolutionaries to the people's government, but they are not allowed to make false accusations." When he said the last few words, Mo Yutong's eyes became extremely sharp.
The aura emanating from his body made the pupils of Yao Junkun, the militia platoon leader, tremble involuntarily.
Did he run into a stubborn person today? Yao Junkun was also provoked to anger!
As a lesbian, instead of staying at home to give birth and take care of the children, she runs over to a group of men to talk nonsense, and really thinks she can hold up half the sky.
"Comrade Zhiqing, there are testimonies from the general public, and there's the ironclad fact that the victim's arm was injured, yet you're still speaking for the five categories of elements. It's clearly..."
Yao Junkun wanted to say that he was clearly an accomplice to the evil, but before he could say anything, he heard Xiao Chunrong clearing his cough.
With Xiao Chunrong's obvious hint, Yao Junkun immediately stopped talking alertly.
But he was also very puzzled. Unfortunately, Xiao Chunrong didn't think of explaining. He just stood with his hands behind his back, looking forward, and said nothing.
"Since Platoon Leader Yao mentioned evidence, is it sufficient witness testimony, or conclusive physical evidence, or is it the so-called ironclad facts that have already been confessed by someone?"
"If none of these are true, then I would like to ask Platoon Leader Yao again: who is distorting the facts? Who is inciting the masses? Even worse, who is putting our children, who can be educated, in opposition to the people?"
After being bombarded with questions from Mo Yutong and feeling nervous about Xiao Chunrong's sudden silence, Yao Junkun began to back out.
"Only by insisting on combining special tasks with the mass line can we achieve victory." Seeing that Yao Junkun was no longer pressing him, Mo Yutong's attitude softened a lot, and he slowly glanced at Nie Hongshan and the other two calmly.
His calm demeanor stunned the people around him. As for what he said, most of them didn't understand a word. They only knew that Mo Zhiqing was amazing!
It has to be said that at this moment, Mo Yutong shocked not only the onlookers, but also Yan Mingli who had been staring at her.
This is his little girl, the little girl who makes him dazzled and unable to extricate himself. He wants to keep her, wants to rely on her, and wants to be inseparable from her.
But she is so dazzling and brilliant. How could he deserve her love? How could he be worthy of her?
His little girl!
The young man's eyes were burning, but Mo Yutong didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being distracted by him.
I just kept repeating in my mind: The first step is to pressure people with policies and regulations, and the second step is to create momentum with identity and background.
After gathering his thoughts, Mo Yutong turned and looked at Aunt Yang with a smile on his face. Aunt Yang could clearly see the cruelty of class struggle in that ambiguous look.
Before Mo Yutong could utter the words she was about to say, Aunt Yang sat down on the ground and started crying.
"The daughter of a city capitalist wants to speak up for the five categories of people who steal and cheat. This is a people's commune, a commune without... dictatorship..."
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