[Quick Transmigration] On the correct posture to bend the sick girl

In autumn, the fallen leaves are scattered with the wind, the sun sets, and the clouds in the sky seem to be plated with a layer of gold. It looks pleasing. The eyebrows of the black-haired boy who just came up from the paddy field are slightly curved, and there are some stains on his face. The soil, but it did not affect his good mood at the moment. This year, it will probably be a bumper harvest, right?

If so, Father and Mother would not have to work so hard.

Walking on the rugged path, admiring the beauty of the sunset while wiping the filth from his cheeks with his sleeves, at the end, he saw a well-dressed boy sitting on a wooden bench in the courtyard next door, looking down at the table books on.

Who is that?Look upside down.

Stepping into the house suspiciously, the figure of the hardworking mother came into sight, subconsciously speeding up, helping the mother clean the humble house, and then helping the mother to sit down on the soft bed, carefully Xi helped the woman who was gradually aging and kneaded her sore waist for a while, touched the slightly protruding spine, her black eyes were dark, and the smile just now was replaced by anxiety. From the outside, she looks like a woman whose hunchback is not too serious. Even so, she can't do too much heavy work, such as carrying water. It's chilling.

After working for a while, he had time to rest and went to the brothers of the Wang family. The country boys were chatting happily, and when they saw him, they gathered around him.

"I heard that a white-faced boy lived next door to your house recently. How is it? Who is it?"

He didn't have the leisure to talk to others, how could he know his character, but he seemed quite quiet, so he just said it.

"It seems to be quite quiet. I saw him reading a book in the evening."

"Hey, just looking at that guy, you know it's not our kind. I heard that he is from the city, and he is not on the same road as us. Wang Er greeted him with a look of indifference and looked angry. Hey, Yan Li Listen, when you see that kid again, immediately go and give him a hard punch to let him know how powerful we are."

"Yes, if you don't do it, we are not brothers."

"Uh-huh."

Rubbing the center of his brows, Yan Li felt a little irritated when he heard it. He played with him for a long time, and returned home quite lonely. When he passed by the next door, the boy he met in the evening flashed in his mind. Glancing at the courtyard, a dim oil lamp stood out in the darkness. With the help of the light, he took a closer look at the man's appearance. He was indeed a boy with a white face, and his figure was a little thin, which forced him to see a little sickness. means to come.

Sighing lightly, he was secretly worried about the boy's future. People who were missed by the Wang family brothers never had any good fruit to eat, and they could only count on the boy to ask for more blessings.

Sure enough, within a few days, the Wang family brothers took a few companions, took advantage of the fact that the people in the next room didn't notice, covered the boy's mouth from behind with his hands and feet, and dragged him to a secluded corner of the village to repair him.

Afterwards, the boy's grandma vented her venomously, and went to the Wang family's brothers to make a theory. She coldly saw a few adolescent boys being whipped with vines by their parents for a long time before giving up.

TBC

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