Attack is successful, the name is [traversing]

Everyone felt that Goudan would not be promising.

There are many Goudan in Xiahe Village, Li Goudan, Zhang Goudan, Wang Goudan...but everyone thinks that this Goudan has no surname. He is the only son of a crazy woman in the village, so His name is Mad Dog.

Crazy Dog can wander around the village as soon as he can walk. At that time, he didn’t have enough milk, he was thin and small, and he would be blown away by the wind. He didn’t dare to go to places with many people, because other small adults couldn’t see him. If he is not careful, his life will be lost.He is small, but has great vigor to survive. The instinct given to everyone by God has not had time to be wiped out by suffering, but thrives in his immature heart.

Mad Goudan is short and thin, but he looks very cute. His mother is a lunatic who doesn't care about food, so he snacks on thousands of meals and wears a hundred clothes.But he can't speak, he can run and jump, and he can't speak. At the age of two, normal children can describe some simple things, but he still can only babble and make unintelligible sounds. He is very disappointed , The two adults who had the leisure to tease him were lazy, and he began to be bullied, or he has been bullied since he was conscious.

Everyone thinks that the mad dog will have no future, more because this kid seems a bit stupid, he won't hide or fight back when he is beaten, he doesn't even cry, he just squats down, hugs his head and endures silently, waiting for someone who bullies him The older child was tired from beating, but he smiled foolishly with the scars all over his body.This kid doesn't even have a temper, let alone a backbone, and he probably won't have a big future in the future. Everyone shook their heads and came to a conclusion.

Crazy Dog doesn't know what backbone is, and he doesn't know what adults think of him. He goes home at night and hangs out during the day. His favorite place to go is the only inn at the head of the village. There are many adults. He rarely bullies children, and if he is hungry and panics, he smiles timidly at the shopkeeper, or meets one or two kind guests, he can still eat.

The little head is full of two things: food and beatings.

At night, he rolled like a ball of mud, his body was still covered with scars, but he still had to tiptoe over the fence of his house like a little spy. His nervous mother sat by the window, and if she saw him, she would glance at him coldly, and then He continued to sit and watch, of course, more often than not, there was no such cold glance, so even though there was no warmth in this glance, it still flattered Xiaogoudan.

He didn't know at that time that his temper could be described in one word - cheap.

Mad Dog's mother would never call him. At most, when he was in the way, she kicked his knees with dusty embroidered shoes to make him roll away, and said "Hello" coldly. At that time, he thought he was saying "Hello", Until one day he heard his mother yelling "Hey" again and Pidianpidian ran over, but got a solid beating. At that time, he finally knew that he didn't say "Hello".

Although his mother is a crazy woman, no one can deny that this crazy woman is the most beautiful person in the village.Many people guessed that she was a young lady from a rich family, who was sent here to recuperate after she went crazy, but the thatched hut had no servants, not even a livestock, so some people guessed that the young lady was probably in poor condition. Driven mad by the world.

In any case, the lunatic did not give an answer, except that she was sitting in front of the window and looking at the entrance of the village all day long. Seeing her slender and straight profile through the window, that person looks like a jade carving.

If she had been so quietly creating her artistic conception, she probably wouldn't be called a "lunatic", but if someone had seen her beating dogs like that, they wouldn't think she was normal.

"Hey, Goudan!" The little fat man of the Zhang family yelled. He only got rid of the stupid name "Goudan" half a year ago and has his own name. Now he always has a strange sense of superiority when he calls others.

Crazy Dog was only able to say a few words when he was two and a half years old, and it took him a long time to finish uttering a sentence. There were very few friends who were willing to talk to him. Now that Fatty Zhang actually called him, he was very surprised for a moment, It seems that it is a great honor to be called "dog egg", and I decided not to care about the matter of him throwing stones at him before.

"Your mother...would you hit you?" Fatty Zhang looked around for a while and asked mysteriously.

This little puppy dangled all day today, dangled all day tomorrow, and still dangled all day the next day. Fatty Zhang concluded that his old lady must be the kind of gentle and virtuous young lady in poetry, a gentleman who pursues actions without action. That's what makes this little dog feel confident.He was beaten up by his mother yesterday, so seeing this little friend who hangs out all day long is extremely uncomfortable.

Goudan wrinkled his slender eyebrows and nodded dully.

Zhang Xiaopang turned pale with fright, fairies can beat people?

"Nonsense, where did she hit you?"

Goudan scratched the back of his head, bit his lower lip and stammered:

"Ear..ear..twist..."

Zhang Xiaopang swung his arms domineeringly around Puppy's shoulders, and lamented rather sympathetically:

"She twisted your ears too? Why do all the motherfuckers in this world have this problem? I am worse than you. My tigress not only twisted my ears, but also hit me with a broom... By the way, you were beaten by a broom Have you ever played?"

The broom is the kind with long hair on its head, and the puppies are beaten by a bachelor. It is not a broom, so he shook his head honestly.

Zhang Xiaopang suddenly looked at him jealously, feeling that the strategic ally relationship he had just drawn was broken in half, and put down the arm on his shoulder, and snorted:

"Little kid who has never been spanked, I misread you. A milk doll like you can't play with older children." God knows where his logic came from, distinguishing older children from younger ones by whether they were beaten or not.

But the puppy was in a hurry, his dirty face wrinkled into a ball, and the big teardrops condensed in his eyes. He gestured with his hands and said intermittently:

"I... hit...it hurts..."

Zhang Xiaopang folded his arms arrogantly, and looked at him suspiciously, his expression seemed to be ready to take off his pants in the next moment:

"Really? Where?"

The mad dog hastily lifted up his shoulder-length hair, the ferocious bloodstains were blue and purple, they were clearly burned on someone else, but just looking at them made one feel numb all over.

Zhang Xiaopang's eyes widened, and he stretched out his fingers as if to touch the hideous scar. Before the fingertips touched the skin, he saw blood beads the size of soybeans coming out from under the skin. He suddenly remembered that his finger was cut. The wound at the time, the fingertips seemed to hurt heart-piercingly, and cried loudly, and ran home while wiping his nose.

The mad dog ran along foolishly, but stopped a few meters away from Zhang Xiaopang's house, saw Zhang Xiaopang throwing himself into his old mother's arms, crying with snot and tears:

"Mother! Mother! Don't hit me, don't pinch my ears!" This is full of air, and she will definitely be an opera material in the future.

"You son of a bitch, do you still need your permission to hit me twice?"

Helplessly, Zhang Xiaopang's crying sound was extremely horrific, and Mrs. Zhang couldn't help squatting down softly and asked:

"Silly boy, what's the matter?"

Zhang Xiaopang choked and talked about what happened just now, and Mrs. Zhang patted him on the back angrily:

"You actually compare your mother to that crazy woman? You cry again? If you cry again, I'll throw you into her house to be his son, and you go to be Mad Dog's brother, and change your name to Mad Bull!"

Zhang Xiaopang immediately silenced and looked outside the door in horror. The mad dog looked at this place with a lonely face. Zhang Xiaopang's eyes were full of resistance: He doesn't want to be unable to speak clearly, and there will be blood behind his ears. younger brother!

Mrs. Zhang also looked over, and then ruthlessly closed the wooden door, and with a snap, the dog shrank her neck. His little social experience told him that this action meant disgust.

This kind of dirty little ghost and dog hates it, but life still has to go on. Goudan's life is passed by being stoned and made up songs every day. Thanks to those catchy nursery rhymes, puppy can learn to speak rely on them.

In the days when starvation and beating are commonplace, a slight difference is as eye-catching as a sudden emergence.This day, the mad dog's crazy old lady suddenly took out the gouache and rouge she had hidden, and carefully dressed up in front of the bronze mirror that looked like missing teeth.

She was born well, but this dress is more like a peach blossom soaked in water and a peony covered with dew, so gorgeous.The puppy stared at her blankly, forgetting to go out quickly during the day, so as not to annoy her and get beaten, but found that his mother, who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, squatted down and looked at him with a pleasant smile. The white and slender fingers inserted/inserted into his hair, Goudan closed his eyes suddenly, waiting for the tearing pain of the scalp - there was no?

Goudan opened his eyes like a dream, his mother smiled softly, smoothed his messy and dirty hair little by little, and even changed him into clean clothes, smelling the smell of the When it came out, there was a musty smell, and the dog's eggs were sour and bitter - his mother was planning to sell him.

His mother hadn't experienced the little sourness in his heart, humming a ditty and wandering around the room, putting on a long pink dress, it was really a bit refined and elegant, without the smell of fireworks.After changing her clothes, she pulled the dog's egg, and said earnestly:

"People who will come later, please call daddy obediently, did you hear that! Dad is happy, so he can take our mother and me home, and you can have new clothes every day and delicious food every day, making your father unhappy, mother I just peeled your skin!" She called herself a mother in front of Goudan for the first time, but threatened him that she would peel his skin.

Goudan didn't think she was scaremongering at all, in his eyes, his mother didn't know this advanced skill at all.So he nodded in fear, not daring to make a sound.

A creature like dad never appeared twice in the story. Although the story was passed on by word of mouth between Zhang Xiaopang and Wang Dapang, it was already the most credible source of information that a mad dog could come into contact with.So for this "father" who seems to be easily offended, Mad Goudan expressed his confusion and fear.

The whole village was alarmed that day. Although the man only rode in a simple carriage and brought a rough servant, the aura around him was something no one in the whole village or even the whole town had ever seen before.

His black cloak seemed to reflect Ujin in the sunlight, that material, tsk tsk, definitely not something ordinary rich people can afford!People commented on him from a distance, as if they could guess how amazing the fabrics of his clothes were.

That young lady really has a lot of background... The villagers whispered to each other, as if they had completely forgotten the fact that they had been calling her a lunatic before.

Puppy never dreamed that his mother, who usually beat him so fiercely, would have such a gentle and soft-spoken appearance, which made Puppy's whole body limp and goosebumps all over again.But he was obviously still thinking that if he made this man unhappy, his mother would change back to her original state and skin him raw.His timid heart was beating fast to gather courage. He rehearsed silently in his mind for a dozen times, and finally he had the courage to walk up, holding his breath and saying loudly:

"Father..." I'm a dog...the last few words are as thin as a mosquito.

Goudan didn't see the man's face clearly, only felt that his eyes were very cold and icy, his complexion was as white as ice jade, and there was no expression on his sharp-edged face, Goudan felt in a trance that this kind of expression was majesty.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, his mother smiled awkwardly, hooked the man's elbow and walked inside, her slender legs pushed the dog aside, she smiled coquettishly:

"It's been a long time since I've been away. I've already made tea, which is your favorite Yuqian Longjing tea."

"Can you still find good tea in this place?" The man's voice was also cold, and even the smile seemed to be sarcasm, or it was sarcasm in the first place.

Goudan and the servant stayed at the door. Goudan sat on the threshold with his legs hugged. The servant stood upright like a stone statue. He was careful not to focus on this man who looked fierce at first glance. I don't know what I'm staring at.

Then he heard thin gasps coming from inside, and his mother said angrily in a strange voice:

"My family has written so many letters to you, and you don't even bother to answer a single word, so I'll keep my family waiting."

Xiaogoudan felt cold instinctively, rubbed his arms without any trace, and then carefully looked at the stiff servant standing there—maybe the coldness was just his illusion?

"That's... ah... that's our son... I named him... umm... named Yantang... um..." His mother suddenly made a high-pitched voice, and the dog The egg is stupid and generally does not respond.

"...Didn't you say that you want the entire court to become your one-word hall? I want to hope for a good omen..."

The man seemed to snort. Goudan didn't know if it was a problem with his ears. He heard the man's disdainful voice:

"Just him?" Then there was another cloud and rain in the room.

Goudan sat in a daze, and suddenly he was overjoyed - he has a name, his name is Yantang!