Little slag run

Di Que thought he was born invincible, but it was only at the age of 15 that he suddenly realized that there was another person in this world who was born to defeat him.

During the summer vacation when he was 15 years old, Di Que graduated from junior high school, but his grades were not good enough for high school. The old man was so angry that he didn't run a school for him, and let him bear the consequences of being playful.

Di Que was naturally happy and relaxed, and he was admitted to a good vocational secondary school according to his mother's arrangement.

In Di Que's eyes, this was just a nominal playground. As soon as the admission notice was issued, Di Que immediately herded the sheep by himself.

It just so happened that Di's mother was going to visit relatives in the United States. Di Que had never been abroad before, so she begged her to go with her.

When Di Que arrived at his great-grandfather's large farm in Florida, he almost jumped up looking at the vast and dense orange grove.

"Wow..." Di Que ran into the garden, but was caught by Di's mother by the collar.

"Don't run around, come with me to see your great-grandfather first, you don't understand any language, be careful if you run away and get betrayed by bad guys." Mother Di still threatened Di Que like a child.

"Hmph." Only then did Di Que realize that he had come to Niaoyu Country, and he felt a little apprehensive.Although she still pretended to be disdainful, she stuck to her mother tightly and refused to leave even a single step.

Great-grandfather was in his early seventies, a dignified, healthy and hale old man. His gray hair was not dyed, but he seemed to have a bit of demeanor sculpted by the years.

Great-grandfather saw that Di Que had red lips and white teeth, and his mouth was sweet and flattering, so he also showed a look of joy. He just asked a few homework questions, then changed the subject and said with relief: "We don't have many children in our family. My son Ah Que is here, so A Yao will be accompanied, you two stay a few days longer, so you can accompany A Yao."

Di Que listened in a daze, feeling a little unhappy.

What kind of person is A Yao, worthy of old man Shang's concern?

He was his great-grandson after all, he came to see him, he was not so excited to see four generations living together, but he was happy that "A Yao" had someone to accompany him, why blame the old man?

Di Que sat aside and chatted with his mother and great-grandfather for a while, but finally couldn't sit still, and looked around absent-mindedly.

Mother Di saw her son's heart fluttering, she waved her hand at him, and said, "Don't just sit here and suffer, go and play with A Yao for a while."

Di Que blinked, and was inexplicably coaxed away by his mother.

Ah Yao...

Di Que kept guessing the identity of this mysterious person in his head, looking around in the back garden of his great-grandfather's house, curiously observing those plant species that he had never seen before.

Suddenly, a black figure rushed over from behind him, crushing him to the ground.

Di Que landed on his knees and was hit on the head, and suddenly he cried out in pain.

He thought that some bad guy was sneaking up on him and was about to call for help, but he found that the person on top of him was not big, and the hand holding his hair didn't look like an adult.

"Who are you? How did you run into my backyard? Tell me!" A childish voice sounded in the back of my head. At first, it was in English, but when Di Que ignored him, it switched to Chinese.

Di Que was grabbed by the hair, and his scalp ached.When he heard it was a child's voice, he couldn't help but get angry.

Your uncle, even a little kid like you dares to ride on Uncle Di's head!See if I don't beat you to death!

Di Que has never had any concept of elders and children, and he doesn't know how to give way to children.

He violently broke free from the restraint of the child on his body, and turned back and pressed him to the ground, jamming his neck.

"I just want to ask where you came from? Why do you beat people as soon as you come up?" Di Que stared angrily.

The child who was suppressed had a thick head and thick head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and black hair. He also looked about eleven or twelve years old.

He also stared at Di Que angrily, gnashing his teeth as if he might pounce on Di Que at any time.

"Let go of me! You stepped on my newly planted peony seedling, and you will pay me back!" the child yelled, and swung his fist.

Di Que didn't fight often, and he was able to restrain the little boy only because of his size.

He hadn't expected this child to be so savage at all, and he started to fight without reacting at all.

He covered his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of the pain.

"How dare you fucking hit me in the face?" Di Que didn't care about pretending to be gentle, and rushed over to hit me with his fists.

You must know that this face is his living sign, since elementary school he relied on this face to be popular among girls, this little bastard is really impatient.

Although Di Que was older and half a head taller than that bastard, he was not as strong as him, nor as agile and powerful in his shots.

The two hugged each other, tearing their clothes and rolling around, and their faces were painted after a while.

Di Que was already grinning in pain, but if he really lost to a kid who was several years younger than him, it would be too embarrassing, even if no one in the United States knew him.

So Di Que blocked his dignity as a man and fought desperately.

Unexpectedly, that bastard was addicted to beating people, his fists came down fiercely, making Di Que want to call his mother to save him.

"You little bastard, if you hit me again, I won't let you!" Seizing the opportunity, Di Que grabbed the child's wrist, pressed it tightly, and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Que was kicked in the stomach.

Di Que's eyes were red with anger, and he opened his mouth to bite on the exposed shoulder of the little boy's hurdling vest.

"Ah! Danmit!" The little boy began to shout in English.

Although Di Que couldn't understand, he also knew that he must be scolding him.

"You little foreign devil!"

The two of them were fighting like a raging fire, their faces were flushed, and they were sweating profusely like they had been washed by a shower.

Di Que bit the child's shoulder, and was being pulled and torn by the child's hair, when he heard a shout from behind: "What are you two doing? Let go!"

Immediately afterwards, Di's mother quickly ran over to separate the two of them, dragging Di Que away.

"What are you doing, kid? How do you bully A Yao? He is six years younger than you! I don't know how to give way!" Mother Di scolded sharply.

Di Que gasped heavily, exhausted his strength, his eyes were red, he had no time to think about his mother's words, and cursed casually: "What kind of shit, A Yao!"

The little boy who was lying on the ground sat up, grinning and gasping, covering his bitten bleeding wound, muttering angrily.

"Ah Yao! Why are you fighting again? Fight your own family too, you are such a ignorant bastard!" Great-grandfather also reprimanded loudly.

"Grandpa, he trampled on the peony seedling you gave me!" The boy called A Yao pointed at Di Que and complained.

Di Que snorted coldly, thinking that I still want to trample you to death.

Great-grandfather's face softened, but his tone was still stiff: "Didn't you keep clamoring for someone to play with you? Aque came all the way from China, you have to treat him well!"

"A Que? Grandpa, do you think he is the Di Que who wants to come to see me with my cousin?" A Yao was obviously taken aback, and then pointed at Di Que's troubled face with an expression of disbelief.

Di Que was still lucky, and suddenly saw A Yao burst into a big smile, and shouted happily at him: "So you are my nephew, call me uncle!"

"Huh?" Di Que was dumbfounded by such an abrupt title, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he suddenly realized that this bastard called his mother and great-grandfather a generation older than him.

Just such a little furry boy is his uncle?

Go ahead, he is still his old man!