I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Hit someone?

Jiang Lao glanced back and saw that the person calling her boy was Rong Ming. She turned her head and smiled at the flower-seller's grandmother, "Grandma, it's your dazzled eyes."

The old lady selling flowers came from Changqian Street and saw Rong Chen's cold-blooded and violent scene, pulling the heads of living people like dead people, dragging people into the alley numbly. At that time, she was taken aback. Knowing that Jiang Lao was kind enough to buy her whole basket of flowers, I wanted to take Jiang Lao to avoid misfortune. He glanced at Rong Ming and then at her, shook his head with disapproval in his eyes, and wanted to pull Jiang Lao away.

Jiang Lao did not move, and patiently said to his grandmother: "He is a very good person."

Rong Zhao walked up slowly. He heard what the flower seller said and Jiang Lao's words. With a smile in his eyes, he stepped forward, took the bamboo woven flower basket in Jiang Lao's hand, and turned towards the crooked old man. He bent over and said gently, "Grandma, the wind is strong by the river, where is your home, the younger generation will send you back."

As if he hadn’t heard what the old lady said to Jiang Lao, he didn’t have the slightest dissatisfaction with the old man. His eyes were filled with gentle smiles. The old woman glanced at him, her hands gradually stopped shaking, she took a closer look. Rong Ming, however, took a step back.

Rong Ming's smile stiffened on his face, very hurt, his eyes lowered, and he looked at Jiang Lao as he did something wrong.

Jiang Lao couldn't bear to look at him. He pulled his sleeves and explained to him: "Someone was beaten in Changqian Street. The method of beating was very brutal. I heard that the hands of the two who were beaten were useless. ."

She paused, glanced at the old woman, and then at Rong Ming, "Grandma thought...it was you."

Rong Ming wrinkled his brows, and his aggrieved and injured expression deepened.

"Beating in the street, there is no good way to see." He wrinkled his eyebrows deeply, spoke with a gentle voice, and picked himself up clean in a few words, "Is there a bandit here?"

Jiang Lao sighed, "Hey," "I don't know who is the one who beat him."

"However, the one who was beaten was not a good one. I heard that it was a well-known villain here." Jiang Lao turned his eyes to the old lady, watching the old lady still look a little wary when she looked at Rong Ming, her tone could not help but be a little anxious. It's also a bit serious, it's not good to be stubborn, and all such curses came out, "Old woman, do you recognize them?"

The old woman shook her head blankly.

She saw someone on Changqian Street being beaten and hurried away. She was anxious to sell flowers, but did not go to hear who was beaten.

Jiang Lao yelled when she saw that she didn’t know

A passerby came, and the passerby knew the names of the two people who were beaten. When the old woman heard the names of the two people, she tightened her brows and became angry. She lowered her head and said, "It was them."

"Things that made evil."

Jiang Lao led her to continue and said, "How did you commit a crime?"

The look of disgust on the grandmother’s face was very strong, “These two people have done nothing less to steal the girl and ruin the girl. Sooner or later, they will be condemned by God.”

"Yes." Jiang Lao agreed and shook the flower-seller's hand. "I heard people say they were yelling about their innocence, but they usually do so much evil, and there must be a lot of enemies. We just came here, and They have no grievances and no grudges, and they will definitely not provoke them. Grandma, look again, are you wrong?"

She let go of her grandmother's hand, and pushed Rong Chen to the old woman, "He was injured earlier, and it happened recently that he didn't have the strength to hit someone."

The old woman was said by her. Looking at Rong Chen again, she was originally impressed by the figure pulling people into the alley. She was tall and thin. His back did not look strong but his hands were surprisingly strong, even with clothes. , Is also the same black color, making it difficult to see whether there is blood stains on it, and the boots are the same.

She took a closer look, paused, and raised her hand tremblingly, "Hair..."

The one who beaten up seemed to be different from the young man in front of him who had hairpins and buns.

She glanced quickly, and she didn't remember it very clearly, but because she believed Jiang Rao's words in her heart, the more she looked at it, the more she didn't feel like it.

Jiang Lao poked out his head calmly behind him, "Isn't it?"

At this time, Rong Chen smiled slightly at the flower-seller, smiling introverted and well-behaved. When he was not smiling, the upper corner of his eyes drooped slightly because of laughter. This made the old woman feel soft and regretted: "I was wrong."

Jiang Lao nodded fiercely. She heard some pedestrians talking about the cruelty of the beating and saying that the two who were beaten were innocent. When she thought that grandma regarded the beating as Rong Chao, she couldn't help worrying that others would do the same. He muttered dissatisfiedly, "It is obvious that the two guys who were beaten were so bad-hearted, and the enemy was probably from Hedong to Hexi. Who knows which enemy beat them? Innocent...the crows are not as good as the two of them. The heart is black."

The old woman was suddenly amused by her cursing energy. She laughed, patted Jiang Lao's hand lightly, and repeated it again, so that Jiang Lao could rest assured, "It's the old woman I was wrong."

Where the folk customs are re-civilized, the rules of giving and receiving intimacy between men and women are also to be abided by. Seeing Jiang Lao's unavoidable behavior when treating Rong Chen, she guessed the relationship between them.

When the little girl saw her temperament, she was not anxious and warm. When she heard her Xiaolangjun was misunderstood, she explained things for her Xiaolangjun, but she became pierced and pierced. She is not afraid that others will say she is savage if she speaks out in the street.

Grandma thought this way, took Jiang Lao's hand without letting it go, patted it, and her smile became more intimate.

Rong Chen calmly pulled Jiang Lao away from the flower-selling grandma, and said to grandma: "We will send you back."

Accompanied by the two of them, the old grandmother's face gradually began to smile, she was a little closer to Jiang Lao, although the little girl did not show her face, her temper was really painful.

She glanced at Jiang Lao slowly, although the black gauze on the hat was not pulled up, although she couldn't see Jiang Lao's face, but listening to her voice and looking at the temperament of her body, where could it be hard to see? She thought about the scolding Jiang Lao just now. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. This kind of girl could accumulate her wealth and protect her wealth. When she waited outside the low house where she lived, she took Jiang Lao's hand very rarely. Unwilling to let go, "Little girl, how many days do you want to stay in town? If you don't dislike it, you can go to the old woman and sit for a while."

Jiang Lao glanced at the short house, his eyes scanned the fallen jujube leaves in front of the house and the jujubes that were rotten in the ground and no one picked them up. He guessed that the mother-in-law lived here alone, with some pity in his heart, but Without being exposed, she cocked the corners of her mouth and smiled, with bright eyes and deep vortex, "Isn't there any plum blossoms in my mother-in-law? If so, I will go, and I want to buy your plum blossoms instead."

The old woman poked her heart warmly by her words, "There are two plum trees in the yard. You can pick the plum blossoms there."

Jiang Lao happily followed the old woman, was pulled by her hand, and walked into her yard.

When she was about to cross the threshold, she realized something was wrong.

Looking back, Rong Chen didn't follow.

He looked at the old woman holding Jiang Lao's hand, standing there with a bit of sorrow, as if she had been left out in the cold.

She looked back and saw that the anger on his face hadn't dissipated much, but her footsteps honestly followed.

The maid, the guard, waited outside the hut.

Entering the yard, the old woman took the flower scissors and handed it to Jiang Lao. She pointed to the two plum trees in the yard and showed her, "The two plum trees are there, girl, look. They are well-opened. Cut them away. ."

Jiang Lao had the heart to talk to the old woman, "Grandma, come with me, don't let me cut out any precious things."

"I don't have any baby here, I really want to have it, you can cut it away."

Jiang Laohuan took the old woman to the plum tree. She cut the plum flowers and handed them to the old woman's pocket. "Mother, you are selling flowers by the river. Do you know what is there at night on the road where I met you? Fishermen and fishermen?"

The old woman said: "There is deep mud, no boats, no boats. In autumn, there are crabs with lights hanging at night. At this time, there are not many."

Jiang Lao was a little disappointed, and the grandmother asked her, "Girl, what do you want to know if you ask this?"

"I heard that a shopkeeper who opened an inn last night fell into the water."

When it comes to dead people, it’s something that doesn’t make people smile. The old woman stopped smiling and sighed, "It’s a pity that I only heard about it in the day. I don't know what the law was committed, but in the middle of the night, he alarmed the officials to arrest him. His cousin changed to work in the government office, and he didn't see that he was able to protect his cousin."

Jiang Lao had one ear, and glanced at Rong Ming, wanting to let him know about it, but when he turned around, but didn't see Rong Ming, she said to her grandma: "I want these plum blossoms."

She wanted to give silver tael, but grandma said she would not ask for anything. Jiang Lao had no choice but to ask for water from grandma. While grandma went to the kitchen, she quietly pressed the silver under the flower scissors placed on the stone platform and covered it with leaves. NS.

She did this and went to find Rong Zhen, only to see him sweeping the fallen leaves at the door with a broomstick.

Jiang Lao bit his lip and stayed at the door to look at him. He felt funny in his heart and his eyes curled up with a smile.

She saw that he was a little impatient when he came, but she was worried that she had agreed to her grandma to sit down at her house, which delayed him from investigating the case. At this moment, seeing him help her to sweep away the fallen leaves outside the door, she shouldn’t be impatient. .

Rong Chao saw her smile and smiled at her. The sole of his boots stepped on the old jujube that had begun to rot on the ground, and he leaned back as if he was about to fall. Jiang Lao didn't expect him to sweep the fallen leaves so clumsy. Clumsy feet, hurriedly trot out trying to catch him, but he was held firmly by his waist.

Although she didn't help much, he instead leaned on her and said, "My feet hurt. Let me use your shoulder and rest for a while."

Jiang Lao lent him his shoulders until the grandmother in the room asked them to go in and drink water. The two separated and Jiang Lao walked through the door with red cheeks.

Rong Ming followed behind her, holding the broom, his eyebrows were calm, but his wrists held the broom behind him, and he swiftly turned around, in exchange for revealing the satisfaction and pleasure of his heart.

this

Falling leaves, sweeping is worth it.

Every look in her didn't hide from his eyes, she looked at the dead branches and jujubes outside the door, and she probably began to pity others again.

Don't pity others, just pity him.

The grandmother first handed a glass of water to Rong Lu. Jiang Laohuan wanted to inquire about the cousin of the innkeeper. He followed the grandmother into the kitchen and came out after a while.

Although Rong Chen took the water glass, he did not move.

Jiang Lao came out with his cup upside down, and he stretched out his hand and drew her cup out of her hand.

Jiang Lao's angle of drinking water was all raised, and she didn't drink anything. She became confused and looked at Rong Ming, not understanding why he wanted to grab his water to drink.

Jiang Lao frowned and watched Rong Ming hand her water glass to his lips and took a big sip. When he swallowed the water, his throat moved. He seemed to have waited for a while before he twisted half of his lips without touching his lips. The other side faced Jiang Lao and handed it back to her.

Rong Yu was indifferent, Jiang Lao suddenly understood something, his eyes blinked quietly, "Before you let me eat snacks, let me try the poison for you."

So this time, is he helping her test the poison?

Rong Chen's fingers holding the wooden cup tightened. He has a much better memory than Jiang Lao. He naturally remembers what Jiang Lao was talking about. A look of regret appeared on his face. He turned his face away and looked at the plum tree in the east of the yard. .

Jiang Lao knew what he looked like. He was a little suspicious. Although he let go of what he was doing to him, he didn't let go of what he was doing to others.

It's just that he forced her to eat snacks that time, this time it was feng shui and changed to him.

In fact, even if he wasn't like this, the grievance that was always squeezed out by him when I first met him has faded to the point of disappearing.

After a while, he heard his voice in her ear.

"I regret."

Although the voice was low, it sounded extremely regretful.

Jiang Lao looked at the red behind his ears, and suddenly couldn't hold back a smile. He was... so good.

She lowered her head, quietly turned the cup in her hand back half a circle, took a sip along the position he had just used, and her ears were also quietly clustered with pink.