The teacher waited anxiously, and left a sentence, "Let's go, I have to pick up the child too, there are a lot of things."

Jian Qingtong, who had been cast down a few times, hurriedly pulled Tang Jun away and watched the teacher walk away.

Is this cheating? huh?

Tang Jun was sensitively aware of the accumulation of anger around his stepmother's body, and stood stiffly in silence, waiting for another violent storm to strike.

I just hope I don't scare my sister, she is still young and made no mistakes.

Jian Qingtong took two deep breaths in a row, feeling that the oxygen-deficient head just now re-supplied oxygen and resumed operation. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, raised the little boy's head that was lowered again, looked him in the eyes and asked,

"Why are you fighting?"

Tang Jun was stubborn . He pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Jian Qingtong didn't insist on asking the reason at the moment, and she took the next step and said,

"Is it your fault?"

Tang Jun listened to her calm tone, shook his head hesitantly, and nodded again.

He fought back, it was wrong to hit someone, he knew.

Jian Qingtong raised her brows slightly and tried to interpret:

"You are also at fault, but others are even more wrong?"

Tang Jun saw that she was not angry, neither scolded him nor beat him, so he dared to argue in a low voice:

"They did it first, and they scolded others. I didn't fight back! My dad said that people who practice martial arts can't bully the weak, so I blocked it a few times..."

Jian Qingtong's head slammed, sparks blazing with reason, but his expression was blank:

"He, you? More bullying and less, several hitting you? You still don't fight back after all this? Tang Yuanzheng taught?!"

Tang Jun stepped back half a step alertly, looked carefully at her expressionless face, and quickly shook his head.

Is this what others often say, a dog that bites doesn't bark? Terrible, and apprehensive. Is he going to run? But my sister is still there...

Jian Qingtong realized after a reaction that it was taught by the child's father, Zhu Wu. But the person is already heroic, the dead are the biggest, and she has nowhere to find someone to reason with.

She rubbed her back molars and her fists clenched and loosened, but she couldn't help picking up a small pebble and quickly scratched a long string of swear words on the muddy ground.

comfortable.

Reluctantly let out a sigh of anger, Jian Qingtong threw away the stone, got up and rubbed off the scribbled words like a ghost's talisman with the tip of his toes, clapped the soil on his hands, and looked down at the top of the little boy's round head, calm and inspired:

" Your father taught you right, martial arts is not to fight and bully others, but you can't let others bully. Your father asked you to practice martial arts to strengthen your body and protect yourself. After you have spare energy, you will consider the matter of eliminating violence, safety and justice. He hopes that You are safe and healthy, right?"

Tang Jun raised his head slowly, the sunset shone from behind her, her face was buried in the shadows, and her expression was hard to see, the whole figure seemed to be glowing!

"Yeah! My dad loves me very much, and my sister!" The

little boy nodded heavily, as if telling the most unshakable truth in the world.

"Yes, he loves you very much, so you have to listen to his words, protect yourself and your sister, don't get hurt, don't let him worry."

Jian Qingtong touched his round head and sighed.

To be able to make a child unswervingly believe in the other's love, that Zhu Wu must be a gentle person.

Tang Jun nodded halfway, raised his face in doubt and asked,

"But the teacher criticized me, and they don't like me."

This is a good question. She has asked herself before, but there is no answer.

Jian Qingtong pinched her fingers in embarrassment, and spoke carefully:

"The teacher just doesn't like fighting, which violates discipline, not against you. She doesn't dislike you. The teacher must have criticized other students who participated in the fight, right?"

Tang Jun's eyes lit up a little, and he hummed.

Jian Qingtong was also encouraged, and continued:

"As for the other classmates, it may be because you have just transferred and you don't know you well, so you are afraid of life, and you will become friends when you get used to them.

As for those who fight and bully you together . , they are bad kids, don't care about their opinions, just call back."

"Fight, call back?" The little boy stuttered and looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes, call back." Jian Qingtong confirmed with certainty, looking straight into his eyes and solemnly fooling around, "If you don't teach them a good lesson, they will bully other children in the future. We martial arts practitioners can't tolerate rape!

" His face was stunned, obviously he didn't understand such a profound idiom very well.

Jian Qingtong clenched his fists angrily, and racked his brains to make words that the children could understand:

"I'm a hero, you can't lose your father's reputation! You can't even beat a few little boys who haven't practiced martial arts, you can't lose it. Shame ." The

little boy blushed, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"I'm going to seek revenge from them!"

"Very good, ambitious! Knowing ourselves and knowing our enemies will win in a hundred battles. Let's go back to recharge our batteries and study our tactics. We will strive for a sure hit tomorrow and win!"

Jian Qingtong took out a handkerchief and wiped him lightly . For the exposed wound, he used the clean water stored in the space to clean the wound and apply medicine. He also talked to him nervously to divert his attention:

"What are their names and where do they live?"

"Zhang Xiaoming, Zhang Xiaoliang, Ma Xiaolong, Zhao Xiaodan The four of them live in this village, and after school they will go to the compound of the brigade to play horses and fight!"

"Intelligence collection is good. What did you gain after fighting today? Have you discovered the unique skills and weaknesses of each of them? How to solve them?

" One, but the bottom plate is not stable enough..." The

boy's voice was clear and full of vitality, his words were meaningful and organized, and he was thinking seriously at first glance.

Jian Qingtong responded to him from time to time, quickly helped him deal with the trauma briefly, carried the person into the back seat of the car, and rode the bike back on his way home.

Tang Jun touched the back of his hand and his forehead. The injured place was cool for a while. After being gently rubbed by his stepmother, it seemed that the pain was not that much.

The little boy pursed the corners of his mouth, quietly pulled the hem of her clothes, and held it lightly in his hand.

The stepmother didn't want him. Zhang Xiaoming and the others are wrong, they must be convinced tomorrow, and they are not allowed to talk nonsense any more!

There was no sound behind him, and Jian Qingtong said without turning his head:

"Sit firmly, hold on, don't fall." The

child is not heavy, and it takes no effort to carry him, and if he falls, he will not notice it. Gotta get a safety seat and put it back on.

"Okay!"

Tang Jun answered loudly, grabbing with both hands boldly, his voice was so loud that it startled the sparrows on the wires.

He looked up at the timid bird and smiled, the spring was bright.

Riding all the way home, it was already dark.

The jade rabbit is just rising, the silver glow is a little bit, and the night in the late spring is quiet and serene.

However, this tranquility and serenity is only maintained before entering the door.

"You still know how to come back! What time is it? After picking up a child until now, even if you are not hungry, the child has to eat!"

Jian Qingtong parked the car after entering the yard, and Tang Jun in the back seat was rushed in with great strides from outside. Tang Yuanzheng hugged him away, and was scolded head-on.

Jian Qingtong patted the restless and wriggling little dumpling in front of him, glared at him and said in a low voice:

"Keep your voice down, you're scaring the child."

Tang Yuanzheng clenched his back molars, ignoring the neighbors who heard the sound and ran out to watch the excitement from the courtyards on both sides, and dragged Jian Qingtong into the house with a dark face.

"Hey you, slow down, I have a child here."

Jian Qingtong stumbled and was dragged into the house by him, and he untied the simple back strap on her body with three or two strokes.

Jian Qingtong's body lightened, and the child was carried away.

Tang Yuanzheng felt even worse when he touched Tang Guo's diaper.

"The child has urinated, so you just kept her wet?"

Jian Qingtong was taken aback and apologized:

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."

"Get up!"

Tang Yuanzheng bypassed her and took the child into the back room to change diapers.

Did she not notice? She doesn't have the heart to be a mother!

"Tang Jun draws water!"

"Yes!"

Tang Jun was so frightened that he glanced sympathetically at the stepmother who was being disciplined, and trotted to add hot water.

"I'll do it." Jian Qingtong was so embarrassed to squeeze child labor that he took the initiative to work to atone for his sins.

She was really wrong this time, and she ignored Tang Guo when she patronized Tang Jun. Don't make the eccentricity of "crying children have candy", it must be changed!

"Tang Jun, hurry up!" Tang Yuanzheng shouted again.

"Come here." The

little boy was urged to jump three feet high, and trotted into the house with his feet on the ground.

"What's going on with your face? You fought someone? You go to fight if you don't go home after school, Tang Jun, are you itchy!

"

Jian Qingtong couldn't bear it any longer:

"Why are you so angry at the child! Is there something wrong?"

Jian Qingtong snatched Tang Guo, who was crying a lot, and still hugged and coaxed him unskillfully. The little dumpling gradually quieted down, grabbing her chest and clothes and sobbing softly.

Tang Yuanzheng ignored her, took the child and continued to change diapers, without getting angry.

"Tang Jun takes his sister to dinner first, I have something to say to her."

Tang Yuanzheng shoved the little girl he had taken care of to his son, and gritted his teeth when he looked at his embarrassed appearance.

"Go and change your clothes."

Tang Jun did as he burned his ass, and came back tremblingly holding his sister's mouth to feed, occasionally turning to look at the closed study door, worried that his stepmother would be punished.

The godfather's anger is really scary, as expected of Tang Yanwang. Stepmother won't be trained to cry, right?

In the study, Tang Yuanzheng plugged in the latch and calmly faced the door for three seconds, his back molars were about to shatter.

God knows how tormented he was when he heard two reports from the orderly that no food was delivered at home. He went out looking for three laps! No one answered the phone call to kindergarten!

The house was still in chaos, and he thought a thief had entered!

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he turned around suddenly, approached the unruly woman, gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice,

"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you went to pick up the child! Why did you bring Guoguo with you? No wind! The house is in such a mess, how did you take the child?"

Jian Qingtong was not frightened, she rubbed her red wrist and glared at him:

"If you don't bring Guoguo, will you leave her at home alone? I didn't mean to do it on purpose, what a tantrum. You don't know how hard it is to bring a child, you can't do anything else with her."

Tang Yuanzheng laughed in anger, she was right. !

"How can someone else do it? You won't carry her behind your back?"

"She's going to eat the gauze on my head!"

"Then you won't carry her in front of you, and you can work with one hand."

"She pulled my hair!"

"Cut it off! It'll be fine if you cut it short!" The

more urgent the question and answer, the more intense the fire and the smell of medicine.

Jian Qingtong's patience was about to run out, she tried her best to swallow the foreign body sensation in her throat and asked,

"Is it true that no matter what happens, as long as you meet the two children, the one who will be sacrificed will always be me?"

Just like her parents used to be. ! But why?

Tang Yuanzheng is like facing the most restless thorny soldier, his tone is cold:

"You are compared with the two children? Their parents are not around, and your parents are gone?"

Jian Qingtong's heart stabbed, trembling His lips were pressed, his mind went blank.

She didn't want to say another word, pushed him away and rushed out, hid in the bedroom and closed the door, shaking uncontrollably.

Tang Yuanzheng let her reflect on herself, walked to the table with a cold face, sat down, and said in a deep voice to the nervous Tang Jun,

"Eat." The

Tang family was extraordinarily quiet tonight.

After the meal, Tang Yuanzheng re-medicated Tang Jun and sent the two children to sleep.

Both children sensed that the atmosphere at home was wrong, and obediently lay down without saying a word.

After a while, Tang Jun whispered in the dark:

"Don't be angry, godfather, my sister will be afraid."

Tang Yuanzheng snorted and patted him:

"Go to sleep."

Tang Jun rolled over and hugged his sister , the eyelids gradually sink.

Before going to bed, he murmured angrily:

"I forgot to ask for candy from my stepmother, but I actually like receiving gifts..."

Tang Yuanzheng's regular patted palms stopped, slowly retracted, and quietly watched the two of them. A child who slept in a trance.

In fact, she didn't care.

When the child fell asleep, Tang Yuanzheng pushed open the door and came out, looked at the bedroom door that was still closed, walked over and knocked gently.

Jian Qingtong was so angry that she locked herself in the bedroom and knocked on the computer. Her anger turned into sharp words, and in the blink of an eye, she typed out a big fat chapter with thousands of words. The villain named Tang was tortured to death.

Tang Yuanzheng didn't get a response, so he patiently knocked on the door and waited.

This time Jian Qingtong heard it.

She put away the computer in a second, pulled up the quilt and covered her head to pretend to sleep.

She didn't want to quarrel, and she couldn't win.

She knows that she is not doing well, but she is willing to learn. She learns things very quickly, why do you keep scolding people? Don't give him a chance!

The door rattled very slightly. Jian Qingtong's body froze, and she nervously closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep.

The latch was silently pushed open, and Tang Yuanzheng opened the door and came in, looking at the group curled up on the bed.

He watched silently for a while, but the person on the bed was motionless.

Tang Yuanzheng walked over gently and silently changed the gauze on her head.

Jian Qingtong was so nervous that she held her breath, her eyes were closed, and her other senses were extremely sensitive. How could she actually feel the gentleness from his gentle movements?

Go crazy!

Then she heard him sigh in a low voice:

"I said too much just now, it's not easy to think about you..."

Huge grievances surged up suddenly, and a choked choked burst out of Jian Qingtong's throat, and tears flowed out!

She shrank hard under the quilt and buried herself in the pillow to hide her voice.

It was obvious that she gave up after being divorced by her parents when she was a child, and she did not cry when she was eighteen years old alone; she did not cry

when the apocalypse came, and when she had a fever and awakened powers, she was so uncomfortable that she died and did not cry;

I found that my parents had turned into zombies, attacked the zombies that were originally the same kind, and were coveted by high-level ability users. I watched as ordinary people without abilities were bullied and abandoned and could not do anything. They didn't even cry when they were killed by zombies

; Being calculated by my parents and my sister, I was forced to seek medical treatment in a desperate situation and squeezed into a completely unfamiliar family to be an unwelcome person, and I didn't cry at all!

Why did he cry when he said something so lightly that it wasn't an apology?

So cowardly.

Shame!

Tang Yuanzheng's big palm froze when he was about to touch her head, suddenly he turned his back and clenched it tightly, looking at the bulging mass under the quilt a little helplessly.

She didn't fall asleep? Are you crying?

But if you listen carefully, there is no sound, maybe you heard it wrong?

He moved his fingers, but he couldn't resist lifting the quilt.

If you are really crying.

"Cough cough, the rice is warm in the pot, I'm hungry and eat it out."

After saying this dryly, he stood up again.

As soon as the door was closed, a faint whimper was heard, and the violent gasping sound could be heard through the door.

He looked back at the door, hesitantly did not raise his hand to push it.

What can you say when you go in?

At this moment, he especially admired the political commissars like Lao Xia and the others, who were especially good at talking, and others liked to listen to them.

And he is the Tang Yan Wang who hides from everyone.

There is more to learn, and live to learn.

In the room, Jian Qingtong cried bitterly back to her nose, got up and replaced the wet pillow with disgust, opened the door like a thief, and tiptoed to the bathroom.

She was so quiet at night that she didn't even dare to turn on the faucet too much, for fear that the sound of the water would startle someone.

After stealthily washing his face, his eyelids were still tight.

Jian Qingtong was worried that her eyes would be swollen when she woke up tomorrow morning, so she quickly took out the skin care products in the space and smeared it carefully.