Enter the keyword "Selected Compositions for New Sprout Middle School Students" and add spaces and Pan Haicheng's name to find the composition he published at that time. This is an interesting fable. It tells the story of a pig who looked down on other children after winning the award in school, and everyone ignored it. Later, they went swimming and drowned. Everyone worked together to save it ashore. The pig regretfully apologized to everyone, saying that they would never be proud again.

He has superficial thoughts, naive writing styles, and old-fashioned subjects. He seems to be writing compositions for elementary school students in lower grades, but at that time he was already a second-year junior high school student. Why was this article published?

Then I saw that it was a fable column, and the other published articles were of similar level. After searching again, there was an essay by Pan Haicheng, published in other magazines. The writing style was much better than the story of Xiaozhu. "My Ideal" was written vividly. My ideal is to be a great writer...

Good boy, ambitious...

A good student many years ago also published an essay with lofty ideals and noble ambitions, and suddenly became a violent madman. The process in this is intriguing.

No other news about Pan Haicheng was found, so Liao Xuebing turned off the computer.

Two days ago, in Lihua Town, Yaotai City, 120 kilometers away from Zhonghai City, the town gathering room was crowded with people, and everyone was watching the fun. Today's lively was very unusual. Xie Batuo and his parents-in-law on Dongmen Street were arguing with Xu Town's three sons about the ownership of the fish pond at the foot of Dongshan.

What a joke! Mayor Xu's three sons are known as Sanbiao in Lihua Town. They colluded with the local police station. They were arrogant and domineering. When they caught chickens and chased dogs, they were stuck in their belts with a pig-killing knife every day. When they were hungry, they caught a restaurant to eat and drink, but they didn't dare to collect money. To be honest, in Lihua Town, the things that the three brothers of Xu liked were not unwilling to come back.

Since the eldest son of the Liao family disappeared ten years ago and the second son went to Zhonghai to pay homage to everyone, the Xu family has become the real overlord of Lihua Town. You, a bald old man, dare to fight with him for fish ponds, will you be destined to die? Last year, for a pack of cigarettes, Lai Pi Liu from Liujiaxiang was stabbed as disabled by the eldest son of the Xu family. As a result, he was imprisoned for half a month and released nothing. He became more and more rampant, almost reaching the point where everyone was looking at him.

"Thank you, the fish you sold yesterday made me suffer from the stomach. The medical expenses are 84,000 yuan. Should I pay for it or give it to me?" Mr. Xu shouted angrily, with the scars on his face flashing, which was particularly ferocious.

There are three layers inside and three layers outside, and everyone is gloating and there is no sympathy.

Bald Xie squatted on the ground and smoked. His wife begged pitifully: "For the sake of the people and land of the same town, let's spare us. The fish yesterday was so fresh, how could it be that bad for the stomach? Besides, it wouldn't cost much to eat bad for the stomach. How could it cost 84,000 yuan?"

Boss Xu kicked him over and scolded, "Why don't you need it? Do you want to show you the charge list issued by the hospital?"

How could a woman who was nearly fifty years old and weak in her body stand up to the strong man? She swung her lower abdomen and rolled to the ground on the spot, unable to move. The bright red blood slowly oozed out of her pants. Lao Xie red eyes and shouted, "My last name is Xu, you kick my wife to death, I will fight you!" He rushed forward and grabbed Xu's lichen collar.

The Xu brothers rushed forward, and the fists and feet beat Xie Tuzi to the point of being unfamiliar. The cement floor of the club was stained with blood, and everyone dared not speak out, and some justice-minded people didn't look at it.

Among the onlookers, Xie Xiaolin, the son of Bald, shook the saxaul and shook his head. Xu Lao Er pulled his hair and smiled coldly: "Xiao Linzi, you, a father who is like shit, dares to offend our three brothers' power. It's too unreasonable. Come here and teach your father a lesson for us!"

Xie Xiaolin silently said, and Xu Laoer slapped in the face and said, "What are you hesitating? Eat, drink and have fun with us every day, and pay the bills for you. It's quite satisfying, right? Now I'll ask you to do something but refuse?"

Xie Xiaolin hesitated for a moment and kicked his father who gave birth to him. Xu Lao Er scolded again: "***Did you not have breastfeed today? Use harder!"

Seeing Bald Xie's eyes spitting out anger with poisonous anger, Xu Lao Er spitted on his face with thick phlegm: "Come on, brother, strip these two shameless clothes and pants naked."

Under the bloody dusk, the old Xie couple trembled naked in the cold wind. Facing the eyes of countless people, his wife's bladder ruptured, and urine solution and blood flowed out of her lower body. Xie Xiaolin was giggling foolishly next to her.

As the sky gradually darkened, the crowd gradually dissipated. Several neighbors wrapped them in blankets and carried them to the hospital. Because they were too serious and had no money to pay for treatment, they were kicked out, so they had to carry them home. Xie Rushuang, who had just been in the first year of high school, received a notice and rushed back. The old Xie and his wife had already breathed a last breath.

The neighbors were afraid that he would die on the spot and it would be difficult for them to escape. Anyway, the kindness and righteousness were over when they carried it home, so they all dispersed with excuses. Xie Rushuang saw that her parents were suddenly suffering from a disaster, and immediately cried and burst into tears.

"Ru Shuang..." Xie Bald man's spleen ruptured, his ribs were broken, and he coughed up blood. He barely supported his lips until now. He wriggled his lips and took a lot of effort to speak: "It seems that I'm almost out of reach. Don't call the police. It's useless to call the police. Instead, they will be retaliated by them... There is fifty yuan under my pillow. You will take a bus to Zhonghai early tomorrow morning to find someone named Liao Xuebing and ask him to avenge me..." After saying that, both legs were going on.

Xie Rushuang was heartbroken: "Dad!"

Xie Badao suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand with difficulty: "Remember to say, you are Lao Xie's daughter, let him spare your brother..."

"Dad, I won't go anywhere, I'm going to cure you."

"It's useless. Find Liao Xuebing and worship him as his adoptive father..." Old Xie's mouth was covered with foamy blood, his neck tilted, and he never woke up again.

An hour later, Xie Tuzi's wife, who had been unconscious, passed away.

Xie Rushuang sat in front of the bed in a petrified state for a night, tears flowing into a river, and the whistling north wind outside the window was blowing violently. At the age of fifteen, she was helpless and at a loss, as if the end of the world was coming, and she was sad and desperate.

At the same time, Xie Xiaolin and the three brothers Xu were drinking at the southern part of the city, making moves, and it seemed that nothing had happened in the afternoon.

After filming in the afternoon, the work was over very early. Lao Liao returned to school at around 3 o'clock. He didn't find any time to take advantage of Murong Bingyu. Murong Bingyu was also very anxious, but so many people were present, so he was embarrassed, so he made an appointment to meet in the evening.

The disciplinary notice for the voyeur trio was finally not announced. It seems that the board of directors has seriously considered its opinions.

Along the way to the office, many teachers looked at him with strange eyes. Lao Liao was inexplicably fine, there was nothing dirty on his face, and his old clothes for acting had been changed back. What else was there to look good?

Lu Chengda rushed to class with lecture notes, walked towards him and looked up and down. Liao Xuebing said angrily: "Look at your grandpa? What happened? I always feel frightened today."

Lu Chengda whispered: "Teacher Su has come to you several times in the morning! But it's a pity that you are not here. Also, another little girl came here just now, waiting for you in the office." He thought to himself: "This beast must be a bit unconditional in his private life and was brought to him by someone. I have to secretly spread the news. Such a young girl is also a scum!"

“Aren’t it a student in our class?”

"I don't know you, my accent is a bit weird, it seems to be from the Yaotai area."

"Ah?" Someone from my hometown came. Seeing that this was strange everywhere, Liao Xuebing didn't say much, so he pulled his feet and walked towards the office.

A little girl who was only fourteen and fifteen years old, sitting in his seat and eating a bucket of instant noodles can be called swallowing. She has a pretty face and is exhausted. Her eyes are empty, her eyes are swollen, her hair is messy, and her nose is flowing under her nose. The clothes she was wearing are very torn, and her pants are short to her ankles. She has worn them for at least three years. Her palms holding chopsticks are rough, which is similar to Lao Liao's hand.

Jiang Feng poured a cup of boiling water and put it on the table, saying, "Little sister, eat slowly, don't choke." He looked back and said, "Liao Xuebing is here. If you have something to do, just talk to him quickly. It will be not good to see the minister next time."

Liao Xuebing walked to the table with doubts and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"Are you Liao Xuebing?" the little girl asked, wiping off her snot, saying something with a Yaotai City accent.

"Yes, is there anything to do with me?"

Tears slid out of the little girl's eyes, she threw down the bowls and chopsticks, and knelt in front of him with a plop.

This action shocked everyone in the office. Modern people rarely kneel except for worshiping ancestors. If they want to kneel down, unless the person is his grandparents, his own god, and his idol worshipped by him. This girl kneels in front of Liao Xuebing, could it be... Everyone's minds were full of questions, and they stopped their work and waited to watch the fun.

"Who are you? Where did you get the fight?" Liao Xuebing helped her up, but as soon as she let go, she knelt down again, hugged Lao Liao's thigh and cried: "My father died, he was beaten to death by the Xu family!"

"Who is your dad?" Lao Liao was confused for a moment. After leaving his hometown for ten years, he could not remember many things. The girl was a little kind-hearted, but she just couldn't remember who it was.

"My dad is Xie Guixuan, uncle, you must know him!"

Xie Guixuan! He was beaten to death by the Xu family! Now the orphan came to ask for help, like a thunderbolt. The past slowly flowed through Liao Xuebing's heart, and he helped the girl back to the chair and said, "Are you Xie Guixuan's daughter? Don't be excited, just say it slowly."

Thirteen years ago, Liao Xuebing went to high school, and Xie's family spent the remaining thirty yuan to buy him books.

Ten years ago, Liao Xuebing set out on the China Sea trip, Xie Guixuan steamed twenty steamed buns and stuffed them into his bag.

Nine years ago, Liao Xuebing's parents died at the same time. Xie Guixuan summoned his neighbors to raise money to buy two thin wooden coffins before he was buried.

Lao Liao cut off one of his finger bones.
Chapter completed!