Chapter 023: Hit you is hitting you

Once again, I politely declined Liusu's invitation to have barbecue together. I told her truthfully about Chu Yuan's move to my house. Speaking of which, Liusu and Chu Yuan had met him two or three times, and they often heard me complain during school, so I also knew the problematic personality of the little aunt and the discord between our brother and sister.

In the sympathetic eyes of Tassel, I left the company with heavy steps.

I was tossed by Murphy for a few words and didn't recover for the whole day. The woman's heart is a needle under the sea. She didn't say it clearly. I can't ask her with shamelessness if she remembers what happened in the bathroom last night, right? If she doesn't remember, wouldn't I not tell myself? I felt like a thorn in my heart, saying it hurts or itchs, but I can't deny the agitation in panic. Murphy's friendly attitude shows at least one problem, that is, she really has a good impression of me.

The light rain lasted for two days. For those who are used to sitting in the office and have been enclosed in boxes for a long time, walking alone in the rain with an umbrella is a unique feeling. The cool breeze blows away the almost decayed smell on the body, and I feel a little refreshing. In the jungle made of steel and concrete, I seem to really smell the fragrance of the soil.

I walked through the overpass to the other end of the road, and was about to go down to the Second Road Station not far away. The mood that had just been washed by the drizzle couldn't help but sank to the bottom. I was very unlucky to see the extremely disharmonious scene at the entrance of the stairs.

A ragged old lady carries a ragged bamboo basket, and her rough old hands are holding a dirty child who may be her grandson. She has just stepped on seven or eight steps and met four beautiful and exaggerated little girls who want to go down. When they meet on a narrow road, there is always one side that shows weakness. The old man is not up, and he is not as good as he lets go. He is vague for a moment, but he does not want to do so. He angers several new types of prodigal girls in the 21st century.

"Stinky old lady, didn't you see you blocking the way?" The yellow-haired girl in a gorgeous bat shirt pinched her nose and scolded her, and her hair was about a short inch, like a spring roll with bean paste stuffed on her head. The almond eyes were rolled up to the whites, and she complained like a complaining: "The urban management doesn't care. Letting such people walk around the city will affect the appearance of the city. If it's dirty, it's simply polluting the environment."

I really want to go over and pat her on the shoulder and remind her that moral garbage is more likely to pollute the environment. I hope she can stuff herself into the trash can and reflect on her. But before she took a step, she saw another fat girl pushing the old man down unceremoniously, and then turned her head to smile at the girl in the middle and said, "Sister Yike, please go, you wear less clothes, so go home early to avoid a cold."

When my eyes turned to the "Yikejie" who was tied with a ponytail and dyed her hair into wine red, my eyes lit up suddenly, and I was amazed that I forgot to come forward to help.

The white polo shirt, ink and blue denim skirt, and black and white cotton pantyhose show off her perfect leg shape, while also vaguely exuding a bit of charm. The delicate baby face and the high heels under her feet that are at least seven centimeters are extremely inconsistent, making her look inconsistent, but she is just eye-catching. What makes me sigh the most is the exaggerated altitude of her breasts. Among the four girls, she is the most petite figure, but her big breasts are not inferior to Murphy at all!

Could it be that this is the legendary "childish big breasts"? How did it develop? I couldn't help but have the desire to ask her for advice. Maybe her experience has the opportunity to save the poor tassel and make her bid farewell to the days when I was ridiculed as a burdock figure...

"Grandma!" The six or seven-year-old kid was anxious when he saw his grandmother falling down. He had been treated ruthlessly and coldly for a long time. The child's innocence had been wiped out. The hardships of life and the hardships of survival made him sharpen a wildness at a young age. He suddenly pounced on like a crazy little bull, pushing the huge-breasted girl walking in the middle, staggering, "You bad guys! Don't bully my grandma!"

The big-breasted girl almost fell down and finally stood firm. She looked down at the two clear black handprints on her white shirt in a shock. Anger suddenly flashed in her expression. Seeing this, the old man quickly put down the bamboo basket, stepped forward and hugged his grandson in his arms, and hurriedly apologized to the girls.

"If the apology is useful, what else do the police do?" The fat girl shouted an old-fashioned line. In order to show her anger at the moment of her renunciation in front of her head, she kicked the old man's bamboo basket, and the plastic bottles picked up from the steps scattered. When she saw the old man subconsciously stretching out his hand to save him, a burst of sadness surged in my heart. Perhaps those bottles and jars were just worthless garbage in our eyes, but for her, they were the only property to survive. Even, it might be her and her grandson's supper today...

"Why are you angry with a broken basket?" Chunjuantou glared at the fat girl with contempt, and then slapped the little kid in the face, "If you want to hit her, you will hit him!"

"Ah! Girl, please show your mercy. We were wrong. The child is still young and ignorant. I'm sorry. I've got my clothes dirty. We'll compensate..." The old man trembled and put his hand into his shy arms. There was a pain like cutting his flesh on his wrinkled face.

The fat girl sneered disdainfully, "Pay? How much do you think the clothes on Yike sister cost? She can't buy a sleeve even after selling them. Can you afford to pay?"

The old man protected the little kid with his elderly body. Without thinking, the Chunkuang head that could not hit the child was angry and even kicked the old man's back, "So what's the matter with little? Just let me teach you. If you don't have a tutor, you have to beat things without a tutor, get out of here, die old woman!"

"Don't beat my grandma, I'll fight you!" The little kid didn't cry, struggling to get rid of her grandma. She had such courage and responsibility at a young age, but it was admirable that the passers-by were not moved. She passed by or stopped to watch, but no one came forward to help. This undoubtedly helped the little girls' arrogance. Another tall girl joined the battle without being left behind, and was both pulling and tugging at the old man.

"Try my best? I'll kill you a little bitch!" Chunjuan raised his arm and before he could swing it down, she was stunned for a moment, half-pulled her face and turned red and she looked at me in disbelief.

"If you don't have a tutor, you have to beat me. I will educate you on your parents." I shook my hand. How many layers of powder have this girl applied to her face? It's so greasy that it seems to be slapped on the fresh raw pork at Caishikou...

"You...who the hell are you? You dare to hit me, I'm so mad..."

"Bang!" I was not polite and slapped again, "Be cleaner, otherwise I will still slap."

More than four little girls, even the grandparents and grandchildren and a large number of passers-by were stunned.

"I..." Chunjuantou seemed to want to continue swearing, but when he saw my eyes stern, he immediately changed his words: "I am a woman! Are you hitting a woman?"

I guess most passers-by despise me because I beat a woman, but I don’t care. Everyone receives the same social education, so why should we treat the responsibilities we should bear differently? I may be a bit masculinity, but I absolutely agree with the slogan of equality between men and women. It is enough to kick you off the steps without kicking you off the steps. Anyway, I didn’t interfere in order to be a hero, and I didn’t plan to be praised.

"Can't women beat them? I don't seem to hesitate when you kicked this mother-in-law."

The spring curl was choked by me immediately, and the intention of arousing public condemnation died in my throat. My eyes swept across the crowd watching the fun. There were many people who looked ashamed. When I saw the elderly and children being humiliated, what qualifications do I have to despise me?

"You dare to act arrogantly in front of Yike Sister, are you trying to death, right?" The fat girl looked harsh and weak on the outside, far less smart than the tall girl. She had already flashed behind her elder sister's head. She looked like she was holding an umbrella to help her. She could tell with her toes that she was afraid that I would beat her up.
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