9 The brothers and sisters of Mulberry and Mulberry Ye take action

There was not much water in the ditch, but there was mud more than ten centimeters deep. If he pressed down, the mud would cover Deng Mazi's nose and flow down his nostrils.

Mud filled his nose, and he felt a suffocating feeling. Deng Mazi swallowed all his curse words and struggled desperately.

It's just that the strength of the mulberry leaves is stronger than that of a strong man. Deng Mazi is just a lazy shrimp with weak limbs and lazy limbs. No matter how hard he struggles, it will be of no avail.

Sang Ye curled her lips into a smile, held Deng Mazi tightly, and let go when he was about to faint.

"Huh... cough, cough, cough..." Deng Mazi raised his head and turned his face, pouring out the sludge in his nose, breathing heavily. The sludge choked his brain and made him dizzy. He felt uncomfortable and in pain, and his face was covered with tears and runny nose.

Sang Ye's foot on his chest did not move away, like a huge stone that could not be shaken.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Deng Mazi's hair, forcing him to look at him head-on, smiling evilly, making him look sinister and terrifying.

"Does it feel good? If not, how many more times will I have to do it to you?"

Deng Mazi looked at Sang Ye with fear and hatred in his eyes. Every one of the Sang family's bastards was more ruthless than the last. They were so ruthless at a young age. When they grow up, they have no choice but to get shot.

Sang Ye narrowed his eyes and stabbed Deng Mazi in the eye with the yellow wattle stick in his other hand.

Deng Mazi's pupils suddenly tightened, and he closed them in panic to avoid them.

The pain I had expected for a long time did not come. I tentatively opened my eyes and saw the thin yellow wattle sticks just a millimeter above my eyeballs. I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Sang Ye's face was full of sarcasm, snarky and evil, and he said with a sneer: "Afraid? Just be afraid. I'm just afraid that you are not afraid. Remember, you will never let me hear a word about our family from your stinky mouth again."

, I’ll poke out these useless dog eyes for you. Anyway, they can’t recognize reality and understand strength and weakness, so it’s useless to keep them.”

"Also, don't look at my aunt with those disgusting eyes of yours. If she makes her unhappy, she will cut you directly." The sharp end of the yellow wattle stick made Deng Mazi feel that his legs were completely weak.

Shaking violently, he tightened his legs.

Sang Ye sneered, shook off Deng Mazi, jumped onto the field, and rubbed his hands on his clothes in disgust.

Deng Mazi felt as if he had escaped from hell. His black cotton-padded jacket had long been soaked, and the biting chill was nothing compared to the chill brought by this little beast called Mulberry Ye.

He really wanted to kill this little bitch, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Sang Bao's clear black and white eyes looked at Deng Mazi indifferently, and slowly squatted down. A nine-year-old child actually had the aura of a superior.

The little guy is usually stable and mature, polite and courteous in his work, and good at studying. He is what the villagers of Gubai Brigade call him a child of other people.

It is a different kind from Lao Sang's family, good bamboo shoots from bad bamboo.

It's just that Deng Mazi seemed to see something different in his black and white eyes, something he couldn't understand but was afraid of.

Under that kind of sight, my scalp always felt numb. I avoided Mulberry's sight and tried to get up.

I don't know whether it was because I was frightened or because I had been suffocated for too long. My hands and feet were so weak that I couldn't get up after struggling for a long time and was covered in mud.

Sang Bao stretched out her slender white hand and handed it to Deng Mazi.

Deng Mazi was stunned for a moment. Looking at these overly noble hands, he felt a little flattered and slowly handed over his hand.

Before he touched Sang Bao's hand, there was a blood mark on his wrist. No blood beads came out, but the pain was excruciating, as if the whole arm was about to be broken.

Deng Mazi's face was full of shock and anger, and he stared at Sangpao fiercely.

Sangpai remained expressionless as always, and his clear black and white eyes reflected all the black and white in the world. In his eyes, it seemed that everything, all the darkness and calculations were invisible.

On the white fingertips, there is a sharp-edged thatch leaf, with a drop of dark red blood hanging from the tip of the leaf.

The still immature voice should have been full of childlike innocence, but in Deng Mazi's ears, it was covered with a layer of ice.

"It's too easy to let someone die inexplicably, but I don't like it. I like people to die slowly."

With a flick of his fingertips, the thatch leaves fell on Deng Mazi's wrist and stuck together with the blood marks.

Deng Mazi trembled involuntarily. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He was obviously a brat with no hair on his head, but he was just afraid, for no reason.

Compared to Mulberry Ye's violence, this sinister warning seems to be more shocking.

The brother and sister cleaned up, and Sang Ye picked up the big and small bags and threw them over his shoulders, preparing to call Wang Xinfeng home.

He looked up and saw Cui Xue looking at them with envy and jealousy on his face. His good mood disappeared instantly. Sang Ye spat out in displeasure. The woman was so protective that she couldn't take it easy or take it too seriously. She couldn't handle this old bitch well. She held it back.

Qu.

He glanced at Deng Mazi from the corner of his eye, smiled evilly, walked over and squatted down: "Deng Mazi, do you want a wife? What do you think of that old bitch?"

Deng Mazi hadn't recovered from the panic yet and subconsciously shook his head.

Sang Ye's eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked grimly: "You don't want a wife?"

Deng Mazi looked up blankly, looked at Sang Ye, and asked tentatively: "Do I want it?"

Sang Ye curled her lips evilly: "If you want it, just chase it yourself, chase it to death, you want me to see your sincerity, you know?"

Deng Mazi was lustful, but he had a thief's heart but not the courage. He only dared to spy on old ladies taking a bath, steal the wife's clothes in other people's yards, or listen to masturbation in the corner at night. He didn't dare to do anything else.

He didn't dare to pursue a female educated youth. What's more, this female educated youth was Cui Xue, a person with a worse reputation than the daughter-in-law of the Lao Sang family.

But under the direct gaze of the Sang brothers and sisters, they did not dare to shake their heads and could only nod their heads.

Sang Ye was satisfied, like a victorious rooster, carrying the burden and striding forward.

The field ridge is not wide, and two people can cross it at the same time by turning sideways.

The mulberry leaves have to move like crabs, and the baggage takes up space, so there is no place for others to stay.

Cui Xue saw Sang Ye passing by in a menacing manner, and no matter how unhappy she was, she subconsciously hid aside.

But Sang Ye was determined to hit her, how could he possibly avoid it.

The baggage of unknown contents hit Cui Xue in the face. Cui Xue yelled a few times, waved her hands and struggled a few times before sitting down in the paddy field.

In the winter, the water in the paddy fields was more than a foot deep. When it fell down, water splashed more than half a meter high. The old and new cotton-padded jackets were covered with sludge and water, making people shiver with the cold.

Cui Xue was angry and embarrassed, and shouted angrily: "Sang Ye, you little bitch, you are blind."

Sang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Old bitch." He saw a piece of dried cow dung next to him, picked it up and threw it at Cui Xue's face. Half of it fell into her open mouth, and he burst into laughter.

Cui Xue's pupils suddenly tightened, and she vomited out desperately. She was so sick that she even vomited out the jaundice: "Ahhhh, Mulberry Ye, I won't let you go."

Sang Ye shook his head and said: "It sounds like a sow mating, it's really unpleasant. Milk, I'm going home, I'm starving to death."

Wang Xinfeng slapped Mrs. Wu in the face with a huge blow, and then called it a day: "Old whore, I'm taking advantage of you today. Next time I hear you spitting shit, I'll strip you of your slut."

The grandfather and grandson looked like victorious roosters, and walked out of the crowd aggressively, shaking their heads and heading home. When passing by Cui Xue, who was roaring in the field, Wang Xinfeng spat out: "It's bad luck."

The old phlegm fell on the top of Cui Xue's head. Cui Xue rolled her eyes and fainted from nausea.

Mrs. Wu lowered her head and roared: "Widow Wang, come back to me, come back..."

At the hospital, Yuzhi was admitted to a new ward. The ward was not big and there were only two beds in the corner of the corridor.

With his fierce appearance and strong physique, Sang Dazhuang successfully occupied the ward. Not many people are willing to spend money to be hospitalized now. Many wards are empty, so it is not a problem for someone to occupy a small ward.

As far as my family is concerned, it is comfortable to live here.

As Yuzhi read the newspaper, his peripheral vision fell on the man beside him, clumsily peeling an apple with a knife no bigger than a finger.

It was an extremely simple and ordinary thing, but he did it extremely difficult, sacred and cautiously.

It is said that serious men are the best looking. Looking at her Sang Dazhuang like this, Yuzhi felt that he is really good-looking, very masculine, very safe, and very considerate and warm.

Yuzhi could not remember her past life, nor why she was so disgusted with him before, so much so that he did everything wrong, hated everything he did, found faults in all kinds of ways, and never gave him a good look.

Men are always tolerant, tolerant, hard-working and uncomplaining, like a bad guy with no temper.

But when facing others, he is still the vicious, unreasonable, rough and aggressive gangster leader.

His change was only for her. His gentleness and reconciliation were only for her.

What a wonderful man, but she missed him all her life.

The more I thought about it, the more congested I became. I put away the newspaper and was not in the mood to read it anymore.

His eyes fell on the man softly, and he asked softly: "Dazhuang, do you hate me?"

The knife crooked and fell into his hand. Sang Dazhuang had rough skin and thick flesh. His hand was fine and the knife was bent.

He raised his head and looked at the elm branch helplessly, feeling uneasy and confused. He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

But Yuzhi timidly opened the quilt and lay down: "I'm tired and have a nap. You can go and do your own thing. I can do it by myself. If you're worried, just lock the door from the outside."

Sang Dazhuang was silent, put down the apple, tucked the quilt under the elm branches, and went out quietly to lock the door.

Yuzhi opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Don't hate me."

I don’t know if Sang Dazhuang heard it, but Yuzhi closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

Sang Dazhuang stood at the door for a long time. He didn't hate her, not at all. He loved her to the core. The first time he saw her, he wanted to love her with all his life. He loved her so humbly that he had no self. He loved her so much that he almost

Lost the ability to live for oneself.

Yuzhi doesn't know any of this.

Yuzhi had a very deep sleep and woke up slowly after sunset. The sky outside was very gray and it felt like it was going to snow.

Sang Dazhuang has come back and stuffed Tang Pozi in her bed. It's not cold at all.

I bought a new hot water kettle, and I also bought dinner and used hot water to warm it up.
To be continued...