Little slag run

Di Que was chatting nonsense with the kid who was six years younger than him, making irresponsible promises, when someone bumped him from behind and staggered.

"Hey..." Di Que was about to get angry when he suddenly remembered that he was not on his territory now.

It's a pity that it was too late, the person who hit him turned his head and glared at him, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed a ruffian smirk.

Di Que's heart trembled, and he was dragged to the corner of the street by his collar.

The caucasian also looked like a teenager, but he was much taller and stronger than Di Que.

He was talking quickly, and suddenly went to grab Di Que's clothes. Di Que thought he was going to rob him, and grabbed his hand in a panic, shouting: "Nomoney! Nomoney!"

The white boy didn't seem to expect that Di Que would resist, and was immediately enraged, showing displeasure, and shouted at Di Que, punching him.

Shang Shiyao was also stunned at the side, he was stunned for a while before he realized, rushed up and hugged the man's waist, and shouted: "Let him go!"

The man didn't care about such a small guy like Shang Shiyao at all, he swung his arm back and pushed Shang Shiyao to the ground.

When Di Que saw that Shang Shiyao was being bullied, his head became hot, and he felt a sense of protecting his family. He didn't care about how afraid he was of this tall young man at the moment, so he slammed his head into the man angrily. On his chest, he screamed desperately.

The man was bluffed by Di Que's momentum, fell to the ground, and looked at Di Que stupidly.

Seeing that something was wrong, Di Que hurriedly pulled Shang Shiyao up and ran away.

The young man came to his senses now, roared even more angrily, and chased after him closely.

Pedestrians on the street looked sideways, but children fighting often happened on the street, and everyone just glanced at it, and still went their separate ways.

Shang Shiyao was pulled by Di Que to sprint. After all, he was too small to keep up with Di Que's speed. He was tripped several times and slowed down.

Seeing the fork in the road, Shang Shiyao yelled: "Run to the right! Right, right!"

Di Que was being chased by someone in an unfamiliar environment, and his mind was already confused. He agreed foolishly, but ran to the left with Shang Shiyao.

"You idiot! There is no distinction between left and right!" Shang Shiyao was stunned by Di Que's anger, watching Di Que drag himself into a dead end.

"Ah..." Di Que was also dumbfounded, he stopped in his tracks and looked downcast.

It was too late for the two of them to escape, the white boy had already chased them up and blocked them in the narrow alley.

The young man's face was flushed, he gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them angrily, apparently irritated.

Di Que's legs were weak, he pushed Shang Shiyao forward, and said with a trembling voice, "Tell him that we have no money, let him let us go."

Shang Shiyao looked back at him annoyedly, and said with disdain: "It's not about money now, he won't relieve his anger until he beats us up."

"Ah? Then what should we do? Let's call for help." Di Que immediately wept.

He is used to being domineering in China, except for the occasional beating by his father, where did he suffer from flesh and blood, and he came to the United States to be beaten for no reason.

Shang Shiyao spat, but a little rebellious expression appeared on his young face.

"Call my little uncle, I don't want to ask someone to save me, you stay away, I'll fight him."

As he said that, he lowered his body slightly, opened his arms, and assumed a fighting posture.

Di Que opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and suddenly shouted: "Stop joking! You are only so old, and that person is a head taller than you!"

Isn't he embarrassing a man who is many years older than him?

Di Que couldn't just watch a little boy fight, so he hid aside, made a bitter face, prepared to be beaten, and planned to stand up for Shang Shiyao.

"Tch, I often fight with those annoying white people, and I haven't lost yet." Shang Shiyao curled his lips, and rushed towards that person without waiting for Di Que to come over.

The boy didn't dodge either, he grabbed Shang Shiyao by the collar, threw himself on the ground, and hit him as soon as he got up.

The fist greeted vigorously on Shang Shiyao's body, but Shang Shiyao still stared at the man with wide eyes, struggling constantly, wanting to resist.

Di Que stood aside frightened by Wuyan's punches and kicks. Seeing that Shang Shiyao's nose was bruised and his face was swollen in a blink of an eye, he yelled and rushed forward, punching the man in the face.

The man was so angry that he punched Di Que with his backhand, and Di Que immediately fell on his back with nosebleeds profusely.

"Ugh..." Di Que wailed, struggling to get up, but the man let go of Shang Shiyao and rushed over, kicking him down hard.

"Ah!" Di Que curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach that had been tricked, and felt that his intestines were all twisted together.

Shang Shiyao gritted his teeth and got up and yelled, "You are not allowed to touch him!"

He immediately rushed over, punching and kicking the boy like crazy.

Although Shang Shiyao was small, he was quite scary when he launched a ruthless attack. The man was punched several times, but he was knocked out.

Suddenly, the angry man's eyes turned red, he picked up the stone by the roadside, and slammed it down towards Shang Shiyao.

Shang Shiyao was shocked, and hurriedly dodged backwards, but was still hit on the forehead, his eyes went dark immediately, and he fell down clutching his wound.

"Ah Yao!" Di Que was so frightened that his soul flew away, he hurriedly struggled to get up and hug Shang Shiyao.

Seeing the blood, the man seemed to wake up in an instant, and realized that he had caused trouble, so he immediately turned pale and ran away in a panic.

Di Que had no time to think about other things, he hugged Shang Shiyao and couldn't stop shaking: "A Yao, A Yao..."

He had never seen so much blood, and was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Shang Shi Yao Youyou woke up, grinning his teeth in pain and said: "I am your little uncle, not A Yao..."

At this time, Shang Shiyao, who was still thinking about the issue of seniority, made Di Que dumbfounded.

Seeing that Shang Shiyao was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the tears from his face, and said with a smile: "You scared me to death."

Bad incidents such as fighting and wounding finally alerted the police, and Di Que was taken away in despair, waiting for his mother and great-grandfather to come and take him home.

Shang Shiyao's injury wasn't too serious, he had a slight concussion, had four stitches on the wound, and went home to recuperate.

For the fact that the two of them went to the town without telling the adults, and were injured in a fight, Di Que was scolded bloody and couldn't find Bei.

In the eyes of the adults, this incident was all Di Que's responsibility.

Not only did he instigate A Yao, who was younger than him, to sneak out of the orchard, but he also hid aside when he was in danger, causing A Yao to be injured.

Di Que knew he was wrong, so he could only bow his head to admit his mistake, and raised his hands to swear that he would take good care of Shang Shiyao in the future and never let him encounter any danger again.

But Di Que knew in his heart that at the critical moment, it was actually Shang Shiyao who protected him, and perhaps in the future, he would still rely on the protection of that brat Shang Shiyao.

Ever since Shang Shiyao successfully rescued Di Que from the little hooligan, he began to act arrogantly in front of Di Que.

Di Que was in distress, so he could only roll his eyes silently in his heart, cursing the little devil Shang Shiyao.

How can it be reasonable to learn from Huang Shiren to exploit the working people at a young age?

Shang Shiyao's demands are getting too much day by day, Di Que is full of hope that the mother's visit will end soon, so that he can escape back to China with his mother, and bid farewell to this little devil.

On this day, Shang Shiyao wanted to play horseback riding and fighting on a whim again, so that the top of Di Que's head was full of smoke.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Shang Shiyao pointed to the ground and told Di Que to lie down.

Di Que wanted to be in a hurry with this little devil, but seeing the unhealed scar on Shang Shiyao's forehead, he finally endured it, and obediently fell on all fours, lying on the thick carpet.

"Let me tell you, just this one time, I don't owe you anything." Di Que muttered awkwardly.

Shang Shiyao laughed, took a toy dagger and rode up excitedly, shouting: "Drive! Drive!"

"Uh." Di Que's back sank, almost dying, and he couldn't help feeling angry.

This time, you really rode on my head, you little bastard.

Di Que gritted his teeth and crawled a few steps forward, and Shang Shiyao on his back became heavier and heavier. He staggered and crawled less than half a circle, then he was discouraged, and lay down on the ground, pretending to be dead.

"I'm exhausted, get the fuck out of here!" Di Que swears unbearably.

Of course, Shang Shiyao didn't play enough, and shouted in disappointment: "Ah? You are too useless! I haven't even started attacking yet!"

"It's all your fault, little fat man, for being too heavy!" Di Que roared angrily.

Shang Shiyao glared, and grabbed Di Que's ear without any hesitation, and said rascally, "You are too thin!"

"You..." Di Que was in pain from being pulled, and suddenly turned over and overwhelmed Shang Shiyao and was about to shake his fist.

Suddenly, my mother's voice came from outside the room: "Honey, play well with A Yao and don't bully him."

"Hmph." Di Que was discouraged, got up and rubbed his neck to the side, sulking.

Shang Shiyao saw that Di Que seemed to be really angry, so he ran to make faces in front of him again to make Di Que laugh.

"Get away!" Di Que said indignantly, "Why did you save me that day? You are the one who can bully people the most, so I don't want to thank you."

Shang Shiyao was taken aback, and immediately replied confidently: "Of course others are not allowed to bully you, remember, only I can bully you."

Di Que opened his eyes wide in disbelief, stayed for a long time, and then shouted: "Fart!"

Shang Shiyao laughed, and twisted Di Que's red face again: "Oh, I'm angry again, like a little girl."

"Go aside, it's annoying."

"No, play with me."

Di Que was dizzy and dizzy from Shang Shiyao, and finally gave up, and ran to play video games with Shang Shiyao, and laughed happily after a while.

Di Que was oppressed by Shang Shiyao for nearly a month, and finally it was time to say goodbye to his mother and go home.

On the day of his departure, Shang Shiyao remained silent with his lips pouted all the time, and he didn't know who he was showing his ugly face to.

Di Que knew that he was reluctant to leave by himself, and there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

Apart from always bullying him, this little devil is actually quite likable.

"A Yao, I'm leaving." Di Que said goodbye to Shang Shi Yao gently.

"Hmph." Shang Shiyao snorted forcefully, but the next second his lips were shaking and his eyes were red.

When Di Que saw Shang Shiyao holding back his tears, the reluctance in his heart suddenly overflowed, and he curled his lips and said in a crying voice: "A Yao, I will come to play with you again. Yes, you wait for me."

Shang Shiyao stared at him with big dark eyes, blinked and blinked, and finally cried out with a cry of "Wow...", threw himself into Di Que's arms and hugged him tightly, crying loudly: "I don't want you to go, you don't go."

Seeing Shang Shiyao crying sadly, Di Que was also very sad.

Ahh... the designer sportswear his mom bought him in the States are all stained...

"A Yao. Don't cry, I promise to come and see you."

"No, I want you to stay and play with me, I just like you." Shang Shiyao was crying, but was finally pulled away by his grandfather, housekeeper and servants.

"Ah Yao, don't be self-willed. Ah Que still has to study when he returns to China, and school will start soon." The old man Shang scolded him unhappily. , it’s okay to go to China to see him.”

When Di Que heard this, he nodded hurriedly and agreed: "Yes, yes, A Yao, I will treat you well when you come to China."

Shang Shiyao sniffed and looked at Di Que with a look of attachment. Suddenly he ran over and stretched out his little finger to him, and said loudly, "Hook your finger, you must come play with me again."

"En." Di Que stretched out his hand with a sour nose to hook Shang Shiyao's little hand, and held them tightly.

In this way, Di Que was wrapped in Shang Shiyao's tears and sent to the plane, ending his short but unforgettable experience of visiting relatives that was exploited and squeezed like hell.

When he returned to the country, he immediately entered a mixed school to study. With his excellent family background and outstanding appearance, he quickly made a girlfriend. The agreement was left behind.

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Shang Shiyao and Meng Fan sat down on the bed contentedly hugging their beloved wife after making a fuss.

Meng Fan rested on Shang Shiyao's chest, raised his eyes to meet his shining black eyes and stared at himself, his heart skipped a beat.

He smiled, stood up, and played with Shang Shiyao's hair, exposing Shang Shiyao's full forehead.

"Why?" Shang Shiyao smiled and pressed Meng Fan's hand, but Meng Fan blocked it.

"Don't move, I want to take a good look at you." Meng Fan smiled, holding Shang Shiyao's hair stubbornly.

When Shang Shiyao heard this, he relaxed his body, and let Meng Fan observe himself generously, eyes full of love.

"You look good with your forehead exposed, do you want to try to cut your hair short next time?"

"Exposed forehead? I don't want it anymore. Haven't you seen a scar on my forehead?" Shang Shiyao chuckled and pointed to his forehead.

Meng Fan opened his eyes wide, stroked the shallow bump with his hand in surprise, and said softly: "Really, I don't usually pay attention to it..."

"How did this happen?" Meng Fan blamed himself for not paying enough attention to Shang Shiyao, and his tone became more docile.

"..." Shang Shiyao was silent for a moment, touched the mark with his hand, his eyes seemed to drift to a far away place, he chuckled for a long time, and said down the sea: "Who knows, things happened a long time ago when I was young." I can't remember, I probably hit it by accident."

Meng Fan blinked and easily accepted the statement.

He nestled into Shang Shiyao's arms again, and said with a light smile, "Idiot, I've been clumsy since I was a child."

Shang Shiyao fiddled with Meng Fan's black hair, exhaled, and sighed with a smile: "Yes, who didn't have a childhood?"