Chapter 1713: Charun, you are not allowed to insult my mother.

Many years ago, the childhood Master Azan was forced into a corner by a group of bad children.
"Don't hit me, let me go! Please."
At that time, Master Azan was still a skinny and humble little boy. He shrank in the corner, shivering, his frightened eyes only dared to look at the arrogant bad boys from his fingers.
The bad boys laughed and started taunting him.
"Look at you, you are so ugly, can you still be regarded as human?"
"Yes, such an ugly guy is like a dog."
"To be honest, my dog ​​is more prettier than you. Look at you, your facial features are asymmetrical, your eyes are one big and one small, your nostrils are tall and collapsed, and your whole face is tilted to one side. Your mother gave birth to you. Did you use the placenta to squeeze your head flat so that you could grow into this virtue?"
"How can he have a mother? His mother threw him away when he was born, because his appearance was so ugly, his mother didn't think he deserved to be raised, so she abandoned him."
"Oh, the old lady who is raising him now is not his biological mother."
Among these bad boys is a tall and strong boy who is their leader. His name is Cha Lun. Cha Lun is not only physically strong, he likes to fight and pick things up. There is money and power in the family. The children in the village are very afraid of him. Everyone respected him as king, and gradually, Chalun became the leader of the bad boys in the whole village. Bored Charun often took this group of bad boys around in the village, provoking and making trouble, and poor Azan was the object of their bullying.
Cha Lun sank his face, listened to the children's discussion, and spoke coldly.
"The old gauze is over sixty years old, how can it be possible to raise a child? This guy is a wicked species picked up from that nosy old gauze."
Hearing the boss's words, the bad boys immediately agreed.
"Yes, that's right, it's impossible for a woman to have children after her sixties. Azan definitely picked it up from the old yarn."
Charun walked up to Azan and sneered, "Ugly guy, go ahead, where did the old yarn pick you back from? Is it from the garbage dump or the toilet?"
Azan closed his mouth tightly and said nothing.
"Huh? Talk? You are uglier than a dog."
The stubborn Azan could not help shaking as he watched the pressing Chalun step by step. The sweat from Chalun's sturdy body gave him a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.
Azan's eyes widened in horror and kept shrinking back.
Charun grabbed him by the collar and picked him up.
"Look at you. You are as ugly as a dog and as timid as a mouse. Is there a meaning for a man like you to live? Why not die? The world is cruel, and there is no room for an ugly guy like you, understand? For an ugly fellow like you, death is the only relief."
Azan held back for a long time before finally squeezing out a word.
"Let go of me! You are not allowed to bully me."
The anger that slipped through Azan's eyes happened to be caught by Charun, and a cold smile wafted from the corner of Charun's mouth.
"Ugly guy, are you not convinced?"
"No."
Azan's voice was as low as a mosquito hum. He knew that in this small village, Chalun was a king, and no one dared to disagree with him. Those who disobey Chalun either disappeared or were maimed by Chalun and his men. Many villagers did not even dare to look at him when they saw Chalun.
"Then why did you look at me with that look just now."
Regarding Chalun's provocative language, Azan had to lower his head no matter where he dared to speak, he didn't even have the courage to look Chalun's eyes.
"Let's go, you are not born in the old yarn, are you?"
"No! Shari is my mother. I was born to her, not picked up."
Charun stared at Azan's face and suddenly let out a grinning laugh.
"Azan, don't lie, what's wrong with you, I can think of it with my toes, Lao Shali is 68 this year, and you are 6 years old this year. Could Lao Shali be pregnant at 62?"
"Why not?"
"You bastard, it really doesn't make sense. As soon as a woman is over 55, her menstruation stops. It is impossible for a woman who has stopped her period to become pregnant."
"Why can't a woman who has stopped her menstruation become pregnant?"
Azan opened his mouth wide in surprise. He knew nothing about women when he was only six years old. Charun's words made him feel novel and scared.
Charun laughed, "I'm fourteen years old this year, but I got last year. I know what's going on with women. You are a stupid boy."
This time, Azan was even more trapped.
"What is ?"
The bad boys laughed.
Charun sneered, "Sure enough, he can't communicate with this ugly creature with low IQ. He doesn't know anything about humans. A guy like this is simply not worthy of being a human being."
Ajahn knew that Chalun was insulting him, but how dare he refute, so he continued to lower his head and shut his mouth.
Charun didn't intend to let him go. When the laughter of the children subsided, he spoke coldly again.
"Go ahead, you must be a girl J's child, right?"
Azan stubbornly shook his head, "No! My mother is Shari, and my mother is a good woman."
Charun still looked at him coldly, his eyes were like looking at a puppy trembling in the cold wind.
"You are so stupid that you are so stupid. I have already told you that Lao Shali cannot give birth to a child. Why do you still insist that you are her child?"
Azan bit his lip and said nothing.
"In order to feed you, Lao Shali picks up the tatters in the garbage dump every day. The life of your mother and son is really hard. One day, I just threw the soda bottle into the garbage dump, and Lao Shali immediately fluttered like a dog. In the past, she grabbed the soda bottle in her hand. In order to get the soda bottle, she quarreled with several Obasans."
Charun spoke with contempt, and imitated the movements of grabbing soda bottles and fighting in the yarn, making the bad boys leaned forward and back together.
Azan finally couldn't bear it, and roared, "Chalun, you are not allowed to insult my mother."
Charun sneered, "I didn't insult Lao Shali, you mother and son are just two dogs."
Azan said angrily, "You are simply too much."
Charun said, "You said I was too much? How can I be too much? Only dogs find food in the garbage dump. Isn't the old yarn in the garbage dump often picking up things for you to eat? Azan, you Children who grew up eating trash are full of trash. There is no normal thinking for human beings. Why are you still alive?"
After Chalun finished speaking, he stepped forward contemptuously, grabbed Azan by the collar, picked him up, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Bah! You poor bastard. Why should a stupid and ugly guy like you live?"
Immediately, a mouthful of thick sputum hit Azan's face.