Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() Looking at the familiar scenes on the road, the boy's mind was not here at all. He had already flown into the three mud houses. Thinking of his mother's smiling face and his father's backbone, the boy's feet moved faster and faster.

After running for a long time, the young man's face was covered with sweat. The skirt of his jacket was soaked with sweat in the cold winter, but he didn't care. Although he was breathing heavily, he still

Running non-stop.

He drove forward forgetfully. When the New Year was approaching, he saw almost no one on the road, and there was no figure working in the fields. Zhang Zhenyi did not go home from the main road in front, but took the path near the river bank.

, in his heart, he was very stubborn and did not want to look at the pity and mocking expressions of passers-by.

After running through a wheat field, the eaves of Batou Village were clearly visible. The boy quickly passed through the bamboo forest behind the house. Before he got close to the door, he heard bursts of yelling and cursing coming from through the earthen wall. It was impressive.

The tone, the hateful voice, everything seemed so familiar and hateful, mixed with the slight cry and the sharp cry of the baby.

The young man still remembers that at this gloomy moment, his mother sat helplessly in the corner and was ignored by others, the little baby cried desperately in the thin cradle, and his father, a tall man of 1.7 meters, was actually scolded by everyone as a joke.

He pushed and pushed but did not fight back, for fear of hurting his wife and children, but at that time, he hid under the table with a look of hatred on his face, looking at those hateful faces, and remembered them deep in his memory.

"You are a great man, but you can't even earn this little money. You still have the nerve to come back. Why don't you die? No matter what good things you say today, I just want you to give me back the money!"

"You have money to give birth to a son, but you don't have money to pay off your debts. Why don't you starve yourself to death!"

"Even if you go to sell people, you still have to pay me back the money today!"

"If I don't get the money today, don't think about it!"

"Brother, do you have any money? Just pay it back to them. I borrowed it for you at the beginning. I promised to pay it back in one year. Now it's been two years. It's hard for me to explain to others. You have to be considerate."

Let’s talk about your sister’s difficulties.”

"That's right, brother, if you say you haven't made any money in two years, it must be a lie. Just run away!"

Listening to these extremely shameless words, the young man's heart suddenly felt as if it had been burned by fire. His face was red, his face was distorted, and his eyes were spewing a terrifying coldness, like a wild beast.

The young man slowly calmed down the hatred in his heart, and his face gradually became calmer. His long-term experience made him not as reckless as usual. For his parents and his future, he only had one choice in this scene,

That is facing, the calm before the storm makes the darkness deeper, and the dawn will always break through the dark night and illuminate the entire sky.

He walked forward step by step, just like the boy next door, with a faint smile on his face, but there was a surging murderous intention hidden on his face.

As the sounds next to his ears became clearer and clearer, the young man's fists were already turning white from the force he squeezed.

"Dad, Mom!"

A sudden sound suddenly sounded in the noisy crowd, like thunder on the ground. Those who were blocking the door suddenly saw a strong young man squeezing in. A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face, and then he heard

At that sound, my parents realized with sadness.

"Shinichi!"

Looking at the still young mother in front of her, the young man held her mother's hand tightly. Liu Pingwei looked at her son who was both strong and tall. The tears in her eyes could not stop and she kept calling her son's name.

People are heartbroken.

The young man raised his eyes and glanced at his father, who was sitting at the door smoking. His eyes were full of helplessness and apology, his expression was bleak, and the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly. He must have been extremely angry and endured to the extreme.

"Shinichi, why didn't you go to your grandma's house?"

The father's familiar voice was as old as ever, full of deep love for his son, but it seemed so helpless and miserable.

"I'll go home and see the abominable face of these beasts!"

The boy's shocking words immediately released all the demons in everyone's hearts, like a Pandora's box being opened, bringing not only surprise, but also a storm of ugliness.

"What do you say, you little guy with a family and no one to support you?"

"Shall I beat you to death?"

"Shinichi, is this how you talk about your aunt?"

The most evil and vicious words in the world poured out from everyone's mouth like a frenzy, and several middle-aged ugly rotten girls even screamed like ghosts and wolves, "beat him to death, beat that uneducated grandson to death!"

The loud shouts could be heard far away. Not long after, all the men, women, and children in the village ran to the door of the earthen house and blocked the door. There were more and more creditors, familiar ones, unfamiliar ones, people from the same village, and neighbors.

People from the village, and even those from further afield, gathered here. These were the creditors from whom the two aunts secretly borrowed money in their father's name, but the father, who had always been kind, shouldered this heavy responsibility alone.

The boy's words were passed down from mouth to mouth. People were shocked by the boy's boldness, but also laughed at his ignorance and immaturity.

"Zhang Wenming, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will burn your whole family and your wicked son. If I don't beat him to death today, I will not be named Shi."

"Wenming, you just repaid our money. It's not easy to make some money, and it's not the way to keep being borrowed by you like this."

Different people, different faces, different ideas, but have the same purpose.

"Shi Laosan, what did you say? What did you just say? Come here and die for me! If you dare to burn down my house today and beat my son, I will risk my life for you."

Suddenly, Zhang Wenming, who was silent, suddenly burst out. His eyes were red, his face was ashen, and there was a trace of ferocious expression on his face. Although the 1.7-meter-seven man was skinny, he looked extremely oppressive. The one who yelled the loudest.

The tall man was so crowded that he blushed for a moment and could not speak. However, the young man knew that the next moment, he would make a move.

Doran, when the man saw Zhang Wenming actually yelling at him, the anger on his face suddenly burst out, he raised his palm and rushed forward. Just when everyone thought that the thin man was about to be knocked down, no one noticed

The strong young man suddenly picked up the bench under his feet and rushed forward.

"Snapped!"

Everyone watched helplessly as the stout man was hit in the face fiercely by a bench that was inserted diagonally. Immediately, howls like a slaughtering pig rang out. The man covered his face, and bright red blood dripped from his fingers.

It fell down and was shocking.

"You want to beat me to death? Who are you? How dare you beat me!"

The boy's immature voice exploded in the crowd, and then he suddenly raised the broken bench support in his hand and hit the man hard. The man was accidentally beaten and fell to his knees on the ground.

There was blood all over his face and body.

The little boy immediately shocked everyone like a ghost, and the women who screamed happily avoided the boy's wolf-like fierce gaze.

"Are you going to burn me to death? Or are you going to beat me to death? Ah? All of them are cowards!"

In this gloomy era, the young man raised the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed the demon-like abominable figures without any discouragement. In that gorgeous moment, he fiercely spit out the regret and guilt that had been hidden in his heart for countless years.

Unfortunately, behind him, there is an injured mother, a growing sister, and a father who is as tall as a mountain but whose soul has been taken away.

Brothers, for the sake of Zhang Zhenyi’s popularity, I recommend him!