Chapter 128 Biography of Lin Xiaomin

Japanese? Yang Zhiyun turned his head strangely and looked at it. He saw a few bare buttocks. The eldest 6.7-year-old boy picked up the pebbles on the ground and threw them at a 17- or 8-year-old girl. The girl combed a simple ponytail, lowered her head and buried her face in her hair. She couldn't see her face clearly. She was wearing a white samurai uniform and on her feet. With cmmugs, two small hands pulled the corners of the clothes hard, and they were beaten by several children so that they dared not fight back!

"Hey! What are you doing!" Although he didn't know what was going on, Yang Zhiyun couldn't stand it and couldn't help shouting.

Several little children saw someone coming and threw down the stone and ran away. Yang Zhiyun came forward and asked, "Miss? Are you all right?"

The girl in a samurai suit looked up and said in surprise, "Xiao Yun?"

Yang Zhiyun suddenly recognized this girl. There was only one Japanese girl Yang Zhiyun knew. That's right, that's Lin Xiaomin! Yang Zhiyun was surprised and said, "Xiao Min! What's wrong with you?" Yang Zhiyun saw that Lin Xiaomin's eyes were red, but there were no tears. A shallow wound was also cut on her pretty face. He quickly took out a tissue and handed it to Xiaomin and said, "Xiamin? Why did they hit you?

If a girl of the same age is bullied by Yang Zhiyun, it doesn't think it's okay, but it's a little incredible that Lin Xiaomin, a female fighting master, was bullied by several children over 10 years old.

Lin Xiaomin took Yang Zhiyun's tissue. Although her eyes were red, she smiled and said, "Ha ha, it's okay. I'm used to it."

Are you used to it? Yang Zhiyun felt that there seemed to be a bolt from the blue in his mind. What does it mean to be used to it? Are you used to being beaten by a group of little kids? Yang Zhiyun turned his head and looked. The little children were still watching not far away. Yang Zhiyun walked up, and several little guys took a few steps back. Yang Zhiyun had to stand more than two meters away and squat down and ask, "Little ghost, why did you hit this sister?"

Several little boys looked at each other and felt that Yang Zhiyun was not malicious. A slightly stronger boy stepped forward and pointed to Lin Xiaomin and said, "She is a Japanese devil! People in China should beat the Japanese!" Yang Zhiyun felt a chill in his heart. Who taught these children these things that should not appear in their childhood? Yang Zhiyun said in a low voice, "Huh? Who taught you?" The little boy said, "My parents said that the Japanese are beasts, men are beasts, and women are shameless bitches! Hit it when you see it!" What an ignorant parent! Yang Zhiyun pointed to his head and said, "Little brother, the most powerful thing to beat people is not by force, but by brain! Why don't you go to school? Have you finished your homework?"

A kid with a runny nose said, "Uncle, we're on summer vacation, and we haven't done our homework yet."

Uncle? Yang Zhiyun said angrily with a cold face, "Then why don't you go back to do your homework quickly!"

A group of little children fled in a hurry when they saw Yang Zhiyun's sudden horrible face.

Yang Zhiyun stood up and turned around and saw Lin Xiaomin looking at him with a smile, but Yang Zhiyun couldn't laugh. He had known Lin Xiaomin for two years. No, he couldn't say that he knew him. Before Xiaoling appeared, the two said no more than 10 words. Lin Xiaomin was one year older than him, but he was younger than him. In two months, in Yang Zhiyun's memory, Lin Xiaomin has always been lively and cheerful, smiling all day, but what heavy pressure is hidden behind such a smiling face?

Yang Zhiyun took a deep breath and calmed downs in his heart. Lin Xiaomin smiled and said, "Ha ha, you are so old. Others call you uncle. The first class is coming soon. Why don't you go?"

Yang Zhiyun did not answer Lin Xiaomin's words and asked, "Why don't you fight back?"

Lin Xiaomin's smile was a little stiff, and she pretended to be calm and said, "What are you talking about?"

Yang Zhiyun looked straight at the scratches on her face and didn't say anything. Lin Xiaomin turned her head to tidy up her hair and said, "I have to rush back to practice martial arts. I'll go first." Yang Zhiyun took Lin Xiaomin's hand and shouted, "Why don't you fight back!"

Lin Xiaomin suddenly shook off Yang Zhiyun's hand and looked at Yang Zhiyun's tears and finally cried, "Return? Do you know how my father was treated in China? Do you know how they scolded my mother? Do you know how to survive the abuse of other people's bastards!" After saying the last sentence, Lin Xiaomin's voice was hoarse.

Yang Zhiyun looked at Lin Xiaomin's beautiful face full of tears and didn't know how to open his mouth. The anti-Japanese thought has been deeply rooted in the hearts of Chinese people, making them unable to face others. No matter the advantages and disadvantages, they will be erased. Even Yang Zhiyun can't help but hate the Japanese unconsciously. No, he hates Japanese men. At least he feels A Japanese girl like Lin Xiaomin is very cute, although she also has half Chinese blood.

Lin Xiaomin soon calmed down and wiped her tears with her sleeves and said faintly, "Everyone is like this. Even if I go back to Japan, they will also call me a bastard, my mother and my father. It has been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it."

Yang Zhiyun couldn't bear to look at this girl who is strong in appearance but is actually more vulnerable than anyone else and said softly, "Does your parents care about these things?"

"Ming?" Lin Xiaomin lowered her head and seemed to be afraid that Yang Zhiyun could see herself clearly and said, "When I was a child, I also did it. At that time, more than a dozen of them were not my opponents, but what they got back was their father's beating. He said that since he wanted to live in China, he had to endure the pain that ordinary people could not accept. My mother just silently wiped it for me. The wound, I didn't say anything. Later, I never returned my hand. No matter how they beat me, I told myself that this was the last time to cry, and I would never cry!"

A picture came to Yang Zhiyun's mind. A little girl was walking home with her schoolbag on her back. Countless boys next to her hit her with stones and pushed her to the ground. The little girl endured the beating and scolding without saying a word and had to endure the indifferent eyes of the adults. She endured the tears that were about to shed and wiped the scars on her body but were cut. The heart that opened countless wounds got up again and walked towards the place called home. Yang Zhiyun couldn't help but shed a tear. When the hatred could not deteriorate, only the scars were left.

"Xiaomin..." Yang Zhiyun shouted Lin Xiaomin's name but didn't know what to say. Lin Xiaomin lowered her head and trembled all over. The dry cement floor under her feet was stained with a few drops of moisture. The girl suffered the unbearable pain of Yang Zhiyun but kept making her smile appear in front of her friends. This time, the flow Tears may have been the last time. Lin Xiaomin turned around and was about to leave. Yang Zhiyun didn't know where the courage came from. He rushed forward to hold Lin Xiaomin's hand and hugged her in her eyes full of tears of surprise.

"He is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills; he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel to himself, and I am full of anger. Anyway, Xiaomin, remember, I will always be behind you!" This is a hug without any erotic meaning, but a kind of encouragement and support hug. Let go of Lin Xiaomin, and Yang Zhiyun turned around and left without looking back, leaving Lin Xiaomin in place. Maybe this is enough.

For a long time, "Xiaoyun!" Lin Xiaomin's voice came from behind him. Yang Zhiyun looked back at Lin Xiaomin, who looked at Qiao Shengsheng but raised her head and asked, "Huh?" Lin Xiaomin smiled, and her pretty face with tears and red and swollen eyes gave Yang Zhiyun an alternative kind of sunshine. Lin Xiaomin said loudly in a trumpet shape: "Although I don't understand what you're talking about, I seem to understand a little! Thank you! I won't feel inferior anymore!" Yang Zhiyun pretended to be cool and said, "Your realm is too shallow. Go back and study it." I shook my hand and looked at the time. Damn it, I'm late again! Yang Zhiyun quickly ran forward, leaving Lin Xiaomin to look at his back with a smile. This time, the smile was from the bottom of his heart!

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On the way to school, Yang Zhiyun sat in a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting in a car and looking at the exquisite and seductive body in Yiyun's restaurant. His eyes showed ** evil eyes and muttered, "Huang Yiyun, I must get you!"

First update, I found one thing. As long as I receive a very ambiguous plot, my collection will rise quickly... Does it mean that I want to write more such plots???