Bai An looked at Lu Jinan, raised his hands and said, "Goudan told the others to grab me like this, and then smear the dirt on my head and face."
Bai An had a wound on her forehead, and her eyes and nose were red from crying. Her action made people feel pity and sympathy for her.
Wanqing, who had never cursed anyone before, couldn't help but say, "They are too shameless."
Bai An nodded in approval.
"That's right."
Lu Jinan put the towel in his hand back into the basin and said to Wanqing: "I'll go out and buy some medicine for Bai An."
Bai An looked at his receding back in confusion and whispered, "Don't we have medicine at home?"
Wanqing sighed, held Bai An's hand, and said seriously: "Don't worry about him for now, Bai An, I will go to school with you tomorrow. Point out those people to me and I will avenge you."
Bai An had never told anyone about the grievances he had suffered since he was a child. This was the first time he did so, and he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.
"Mom, it's okay. I fought back too." Bai An pointed at his head and said, "It looks a little scary, but it doesn't hurt at all."
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"How can it not hurt?" Wanqing looked at Bai An's wound and tears unconsciously flowed down her cheeks. "We treat you like a treasure. Who would be willing to hit you?"
"That bastard is so cruel."
Bai An threw himself into Wanqing's arms, reached out his hand to wipe the tears from her face, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, why would I cry?"
Wanqing asked Bai An in her arms to stand on the ground. Bai An was confused. Wanqing took out the medicine box and told Bai An, "Be careful with the wound."
Bai An smiled and squatted in front of Wanqing to help her perform her moves better.
Wanqing looked at Bai An and said helplessly, "You."
At this time, Goudan was walking on the village path as usual, looking at the scenery beside him. It was obviously the same as usual, but he didn't know why he felt uneasy in his heart.
"Why does it feel a bit cold?" Goudan shrank his shoulders, and the last image of Lu Jinan and Lin Zhixia kept replaying in his mind.
Goudan shook his head vigorously, spitted on the roadside, and cursed, "What bad luck."
"It's really unlucky." A voice that seemed to come from far away appeared in Goudan's ears.
Goudan's sixth sense told him not to turn his head, but Goudan still wanted to turn around curiously to see who the person pretending to be a ghost was.
But before he could turn around, a dark shadow fell from the sky, blocking his view. By the time he reacted, he had been put in a sack.
"Who is it?" Goudan's nose was filled with a strong smell of urea. He knew what the bag was without having to guess. Goudan shouted angrily, "Let me out if you dare. Let's fight one on one."
A vague voice came from above him, "A one-on-one duel, are you worthy?"
The voice was too unfamiliar to Goudan. Just as he was trying to recall where the voice came from, he was hit by a stone.
"Ah!" Goudan covered his face and said fiercely: "You dare to throw stones at me, you are dead!"
The dark environment, the narrow space with no support, and the occasional blows almost made Goudan collapse.
Goudan kept uttering harsh words at the beginning, but as the stones behind him increased, his body felt more and more painful.
Goudan had a ferocious face, his face was covered with snot and tears. He didn't know who to beg for mercy, so he could only shout aimlessly: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
When the man heard his plea for mercy, he paused, put down the stone in his hand, and looked quietly at the twisted and rolling sack on the ground.
Seeing that no more stones were thrown down, Goudan continued to cry out: "Please, stop hitting me, wuuuu, stop hitting me, it hurts too much."
"pain?"
Goudan heard the sounds coming from outside in a daze, and seemed to sense a more terrifying aura. He twisted his body in panic and tried to escape.
“Ouch!”
“Ahhhh!”
This time, Goudan was not hit by stones again. Instead, he was beaten and kicked even more violently.
No one knew how much time had passed, but it was so long that Goudan no longer had the energy to cry.
Gradually the beating stopped, and Goudan knew that there was no one outside. He endured the pain in his body and slowly crawled out of the bag.
Looking at the sunset outside and the deserted path, my tense emotions finally relaxed.
"Ahhh, Mom!"
Da Zhuang's sudden cry scared the birds in the tree and they fled in panic.
"Goudan, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Zhixia looked at Goudan sitting on the ground, with more wounds on his body than in the morning. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows curiously and asked, "Who beat you like this?"
He actually acted faster than him.
Goudan saw a gentle man at this time, and immediately stood up as if he saw a savior, ran to his side, grabbed his arm and said with a sob: "I, I don't know, I was just walking on the road, and someone put a sack on me, and that person beat me, I don't know either."
Lin Zhixia pulled Goudan's hand away in disdain, glanced at the urea tape on the ground, and said, "You still have the energy to talk, why don't you go back to your mother quickly."
"Take me back." Goudai grabbed Lin Zhixia's arm again and commanded, "I told you to take me back."
Lin Zhixia's expression was dark, but he quickly returned to normal. He looked at Goudan who was trembling beside him and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'll take you back."
Goudan followed Lin Zhixia and slowly walked to the door of his home.
Goudan looked at the hand pulling his sleeve and looked at Lin Zhixia in confusion, "What's wrong? I'm already home."
Lin Zhixia put down her hand, smiled, and said, "Don't take that path in the future. Look, you got beaten up today. You can take the path to the west in the future."
“Although we have to go through a small forest, we will definitely not let the person who beat you know.”
Goudan thought about it, felt that he was right, nodded and ran home.
Lin Zhixia wiped her hands carefully, looked at Goudan's back, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
You must go that way.
"Mom." Goudan in the house cried and pointed at his wounds to show his mother, "Someone hit me."
"Who hit you, my Goudan?" Goudan's mother looked at the wounds on Goudan's body and cursed him viciously, "You damned person hit you, he deserves to go to hell."
Goudan wiped his nose, pouted and nodded.
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