"Hit me, as long as he doesn't die. Let him know what to say and what not to say in the future!"
In the scorching summer, the sun has not yet set. The asphalt road is so hot that it can fry an egg.
At this time, on the roadside, a half-used bicycle was leaning on the side of the ditch. At the same time, three fierce and strong men were punching and kicking a young man.
The young man curled up with his eyes closed, and his body was already covered in scars and stains with blood. The old clothes and pants were torn and damaged, or were dragged on the ground, but they had already become tattered and looked very similar.
A beggar.
"Brother Dao, this guy seems to have fainted. Do you want to continue?" A strong man asked another man with a scar on his face.
Brother Dao came closer and kicked the young man lying on the ground on the waist, and a muffled groan came out.
"This kid is pretending to be dead. Pull me up and keep beating! Song, if you dare to play this trick with me, I will break your legs!" The scar on Brother Dao's face twitched obviously, becoming more and more serious.
ferocious.
The young man who huddled up in a ball was indeed unconscious just now, but he was beaten back to consciousness.
However, he could not accept the facts before him. All of this made his mind go blank.
Yes, this person is none other than Song Wenjing, Song Papolan who once collected rags for a living. For some reason, he was reborn and returned to 1988, the moment that changed his life.
This moment was still fresh in his memory. It was the day his leg was broken thirty years ago.
Song Wenjing was pulled up and punched, hitting him in the chest. He staggered and fell to the ground again.
Brother Dao clearly didn't want to let him go, and he walked straight over, staring fiercely at Song Wenjing's left leg, wanting to continue to inflict violence.
Song Wenjing knew that the other party wanted to break his legs. He also knew that he could not continue at this time. He had to do something, otherwise, he would return to the past.
"Brother Dao, I know why you are here today. You have already beaten me like this. If I am injured any more, I may break the law. Legally speaking, the most you can do now is a public security punishment. But if you survive
If you have other thoughts, it is a criminal offense and the nature has changed."
Song Wenjing stared straight at Brother Dao who was walking over. At the same time, he observed the terrain and secretly grabbed a handful of soil in his hand.
Brother Dao obviously didn't care much about what Song Wenjing said, and still sneered, "You are a cultured person, and you even talked to me about the law. Today I am going to break one of your legs, but I want to see how poor you are."
Haha, what can you do to me!"
At this point, Song Wenjing knew that nothing could be done better today. The other party must have received Zhu Zhiming's express instructions, otherwise he would not insist on it like this.
He had to fight back, otherwise, he would still have to break a leg today.
Brother Dao was already very close to him, so close that he was only two steps away.
At this moment, Song Wenjing suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the dry sand in his hand, and slammed it towards Brother Dao's face. At the same time, he stood up in an instant, and hit him hard with a shoulder hammer.
Brother Dao's arms.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Brother Dao had no time to react and was blinded by the sand. Who could have imagined that the other party would suddenly bump into him. He was unable to make any defense at all, so he was knocked upside down by Song Wenjing.
Song Wenjing did not continue to attack, but before the other three could react, he rushed into the ditch on the side of the road, climbed over the ditch on all fours, and ran towards the field.
The remaining two gangsters were obviously stunned for a moment, a little at a loss. At this time, Song Wenjing had already crossed the ditch and was running hard.
Brother Dao was hit hard and was a little short of breath. When he saw Song Wenjing running into the distance, he cursed angrily: "You two have lost your mind, hurry up and chase me. If you don't break his legs, I will
There’s no need to hang out in this area anymore!”
After receiving the instructions, the two gangsters first helped Brother Dao up from the ground, and then chased Song Wenjing.
Unfortunately, the distance between the two sides has already widened, and the corn in the field is almost mature. The corn stalks, which are nearly a person tall, are Song Wenjing's best natural barrier.
At this time, he was traveling through it. This place belonged to the Xiekiao Town area and was not too far from his home. Song Wenjing, who had played here since he was a child, knew the terrain here very well.
As long as he hides in the cornfield, the possibility of finding him again is already very low. When he decided to fight back, he had already thought clearly about this and put it into action.
As for what will happen next, at this time, he has no time to think about it. He must first avoid the disaster in front of him. At least, today, he will not have his legs broken. Therefore, he will not become a cripple like in his previous life.
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Brother Dao did not chase after him, although the resentment in his heart was still there. But he knew that the other party was hiding in this large cornfield, and it would be extremely difficult to find him. It was impossible for him to continue to waste time with Song Wenjing here.
With.
However, even if he couldn't catch the other party today, he would still have a chance in the future. As long as he went back and found out where Song Wenjing's family lived, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.
Half an hour later, the two gangsters came back dejectedly. The dust on their bodies and the small cuts on their faces cut by corn leaves showed that they had indeed tried their best.
"Brother Dao, this land is too big. That guy doesn't know where the cat is, and we can't see anyone at all."
Brother Dao couldn't blame the two younger brothers. He also knew that the younger brothers had tried their best. It was indeed difficult to find someone in such a terrain. Unless the three of them squatted down and fought with Song Wenjing without any effort.
Unable to find anyone, Brother Dao vented his resentment on Song Wenjing's half-used bicycle.
A few minutes later, the two wheels of the bicycle had been twisted into twists, and the frame of the bicycle was broken by several people. It turned into a pile of scrap metal and could no longer be ridden.
After their emotions were vented to a certain extent, the three of them each rode their bicycles and headed towards the city.
It can also be seen from the means of transportation that the three of them are just small gangsters who earn some living expenses by doing ruthless things. Such people are still common in the 1980s.
The sky is getting dark, the sun has already set, and only the dim afterglow is still shining on this land.
Song Wenjing did not have a watch and did not know the specific time. At this time, he had been hiding in the cornfield for nearly an hour.
There are some small wounds all over his body, which were cut by corn leaves. In addition, several people from the other party just beat him up. When he was running and hiding just now, he couldn't feel anything. Now he is like a group of people.
It was like an ant bite on my body, and the pain was unbearable.
Fortunately, his legs were fine this time and he did not become a cripple like in his previous life. This can be considered a great blessing among misfortunes.
There was no movement in the cornfield, and Song Wenjing guessed that Brother Dao and the others had already left. The sky was getting dark, and mosquitoes began to come out and wreak havoc. The exposed skin had long been bitten into small bumps.
He tiptoed out of the cornfield, looked around, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party had indeed left. He was even a little happy, because he was actually reborn, and he was reborn on the day when his leg was broken.
Before, I had been in a nervous mood and had no time to think too much. I just wanted to avoid Brother Dao and others and save my leg.
Now that he finally relaxed and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar land around him, Song Wenjing's heart suddenly felt filled with pride.
Although, he has not had time to think about how to go in the future. But since God gave him a chance to start over, he must live a wonderful life and live up to this God's will.
Unfortunately, when I walked to the side of the road and saw that my bicycle had been badly damaged, my originally good mood suddenly turned bad again.
When he was admitted to high school, his family sold a fat pig and bought him this bicycle. Although it has been used for three years, he cherished it very much and maintained it well.
But now, it has become a pile of rotten iron, completely useless.
He touched his pockets and found that he only had more than ten dollars that he had reserved for lunch, and this could be considered all his belongings.
At this point, Song Wenjing was helpless. He did not give up on the pile of junk, but carried it on his shoulders and walked towards his home.
Even if it is no longer usable, you can still get ten or eight yuan if you find a place to sell it. Having been collecting junk for decades, he knows how to deal with it.