Chapter 368: Fist punched Yang An

For young children, what does an oath stand for? They don't understand it at all, they just say it casually. They think that they have violated the oath and are embarrassed? It's impossible to die here, but to lie to adults, why not?
Lao Cui did not refute on the spot. When he got to the night, he stopped him alone and put a surveillance video to show him. This was his act of paying money in the city.
Under the continuous and impersonal questioning of Lao Cui, Huo Jinjun finally admitted that when he handed over electronic products and food at that time, he kept the money in private. He all stuffed it in the shoes under his feet. Both shoes were Yes, all of them are big red tickets, and some of them are wet with sweat.
The completely searched-out Huo Jinjun hated the show team ever since. Even now, even when he was sleeping, he had to cover the indoor camera deliberately, which caused hostility to the director team.
The lie was generated by himself, and Huo Jinjun had a problem on this point. On the third and fourth day, he and Feng Rui relied on the physical work of helping the mountain people cultivate the land, planing the soil, and cutting trees in exchange for the most basic aspects. Bread and water, struggling on the line of hunger.
On the fifth day, Feng Rui was still at home, but Huo Jinjun couldn't stand this kind of life. He grabbed a chicken fed by Zhang Juan's family and sold it in the village!
That day, Yang An followed the shot. He did not intervene. Twenty miles of the mountain road, Huo Jinjun tried his best to ride a free ride, motorcycle, bicycle, all the way to the market.
Because of the presence of the program team, the good villagers in Langzi Village cooperated very well. Instead of embarrassing Huo Jinjun, he provided a lot of convenience. A mountain biker brought Huo Jinjun to the bazaar before letting him go.
For this kind of theft, Huo Jinjun didn't think there was anything wrong. He caught the chicken at home before going out. Feng Rui persuaded him not to do this, but Feng Rui failed. His persuasion was too pale. Not a strong person, always a good boy who is only obedient.
Feng Gang and his wife thought for a long time after seeing it.
Mrs. Huo worried for a long time after seeing it.
Huo Jinjun sells chickens at the bazaar, but he doesn't even know how to sell them. How much is a catty, or how much is one, and where is the name, he knows nothing.
When someone asked, he said, "Auntie, you look at it! I came here from the city to experience life. I don't know how to sell it. You just don't let me suffer. I haven't drank water for three days."
But an aunt questioned: "Is this your chicken?"
Hawking's face did not change his color: "Yeah! I raised it!"
The onlookers did not believe that a man wearing a full set of Adi looked particularly spoiled. Local gold sunglasses were hanging around his neck and a demon-shaped Huo Jinjun was too suspicious in the eyes of even the simple mountain people.
I'm afraid this chicken won't sell!
Later 66 people continued to ask, but others also pointed at the camera to remind them, so the people who asked were also dispersed.
Hawking was very frustrated. He sat on the street and looked at everything with hatred.
Looking at the lively passers-by from a distance, elementary school students who pointed at them, it seemed that everyone was laughing at him, blaming him, and the indifferent director group, and Feng Rui persuaded suddenly in his mind.
"This is Zhang Juan's chicken. How can you sell it?"
"Where can't I get the money?"
"But it's not yours!"
"You're willing to eat and drink with others every day, I don't want to stay here!"
"Hocking, you are wrong!"
Wrong, wrong ...
Huo Jinjun's indignation ignited inexplicably. He stood up and didn't even need the chicken. He just left and threatened: "I don't want him anymore. I won't be hungry when I go to work!"
The director team kept up, and someone helped lift the chicken with its legs tied up, far behind Hawking Army.
Unwilling to lose, Huo Jinjun held a fire. He asked the boss from house to house whether to recruit workers, but basically they refused, even fought out, and thought that he was hindering the business.
The cruel society has deepened the depression in Huo Jinjun's heart. What he wants in Shenzhen is a rich man. He has never suffered such grievances for more than a decade. The disdain and disdain in everyone ’s eyes make him once His proud self-esteem became fragmented, he failed many times, and he was frustrated. He felt that the whole world was targeting him!
After more than two hours, Huo Jinjun had nothing to gain, hungry and tired, and the cold eyes of the people around him finally forced him out.
Just on the street, Huo Jinjun scolded at the director group: "Is this interesting? Just look at it like this, do you think it's interesting? All of you look at me like you look silly! Yang An loses my trust in you so much, you Just look at me like that and tell me nothing, leave me alone? "
Yang An asked, "Don't you say that you can make money with your own hands?"
Hawking was furious: "Why don't you sell me chicken?"
Yang An asked, "A chicken is something from someone else's house. Is this your own money?"
Huo Jinjun couldn't hear the words "someone else's thing". Yang An pierced his heart. He was so ashamed and yelled at him: "What do you mean? He treats me like a monkey? Right? People preach! "
After approaching Yang An, Hawking's army punched him hard.
In the camera, Yang An stood motionless, and a director quickly ran out to stop in the middle. He took the punch for Yang An. Huo Jinjun attacked the director like a crazy little lion, punched and kicked, and his mouth was angry. Scolding, everyone in the director's group except the photographer gathered around to pull the crazy Hawking army.
"Don't fight Hawking! Don't fight! Please!"
A female assistant yelled and hugged Hawking Army. When he called everyone to get out, he still tried to get closer, trying to persuade him to calm down.
"Calm down! Your fist won't solve any problems. Don't be impulsive ..."
Huo Jinjun was pulled away, away from the members of the director's team. The fourteen-year-old was sitting on the street, rubbing his head desperately, growling in a low voice, his world was about to collapse!
The voice of the female assistant was crying, always advising: "Huo Jinjun, don't give up, you can really find a job here ... Do you know, you looked helpless on the street just now, I see it in my eyes ... you are not here to experience life, you are living here, you are like everyone else, everyone lives like this ... if you ca n’t work today, you are hungry for a day, if you fight again tomorrow Can't work, are you starving? "
Hawking exclaimed, "Did I starve to death!"
The female assistant really cried: "Do you think about Feng Rui? He is your best brother ... Why do you not leave when you come here together? Why can't you learn to adapt to this world? What is wrong with you? Or is everyone else wrong? "
At this moment, only Feng Rui can calm down Huo Jinjun.
In the end, the incomparable Hawking Army was overwhelmed by the huge gap between imagination and reality. He left here following the director's group. His back was extremely lonely. He conceded and finally realized his mistake.
After the video clip was played, Feng Gang was deeply shocked. He couldn't say a word, and Mrs. Huo burst into tears. Mrs. Feng helped her, soothed her, followed by crying and tears.
Feng Gang whispered, "Is this too cruel for a child?"
Yang An sighed: "If persuasion works, I won't use it this way."
Feng Gang patted Yang An's shoulder: "No matter what he used to do, just now, just seeing him helpless, I really feel bad for him."
Yang An said: "I feel bad for him too! Did you know that the moment he punched him, I saw the anger and disappointment in his eyes, and I had no idea of ​​resistance at the time. I was thinking if he Beating me would make him change his distorted misconceptions, and I was willing to be beaten by him. Later he sat on the side of the road, my director ’s assistant cried and persuaded that everyone in our director group, even the director who was beaten, did not have any One person hates him, and everyone is distressed to see his decadence. But I'm sorry, we must be so cruel to him, otherwise everything is empty words, and any effort we make may be lost! "
Feng Gang sighed and kept nodding: "I understand, I understand ..."
For a long time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Mrs. Huo finally recovered a little emotion: "Guide Yang ... what happened later?"
Yang An said: "Later, we sent a car to take him back. Feng Rui helped at the villager's home, and helped Xiaojun bring a little bit of food back. Both were in a stable mood."
Mrs. Huo's mood is very low. She has the ability to distinguish right from wrong. She knows that the director group is good for children, but on her own, she can never let the child suffer this kind of suffering, so to some extent, she has some resentment Yang An.
Yang An didn't care. It was a particularly heavy topic to discuss human nature at first. This is not a comic comedy. Everyone is giggling. Human nature is partly ugly and negative.
At night, when the four were eating, Mrs. Huo answered the phone and said, "Xian Lin can come tonight, I want him to see it too."
Yang An was relieved. Huo Jinjun ’s biggest heart problem was with this father. Huo Xianlin did n’t reflect on it for a day.
It was dangerous to catch the mountain at night. Huo Xianlin took four hours to come from Jiang Xu. He didn't rest. He and his wife watched the video clips of the previous five days, and Yang An accompanied him to explain.
For a long time, Huo Xianlin suddenly stood up, walked in front of Yang An, and bowed deeply.
Yang An quickly supported him. His eyes were rolling tears, and he took a deep breath several times before he said, "Brother, please ... please, think of a way to restore the relationship between our father and son ..."
Huo Xianlin finally realized his mistake. He also realized that the situation was extremely dangerous. He had to do something, otherwise he would lose his son forever.
Yang An nodded and comforted: "Don't get excited, write a letter, I'll send it to you overnight." (To be continued.)