"Yes, is it for me?"

The little boy was a little excited.

"Of course it's for you, take it."

Old Tang smiled.

He clearly saw the little boy staring at the grapes in his hand and swallowing secretly.

It was obvious that he had fallen asleep not long ago. If the little boy wanted to eat, he could have eaten these grapes secretly, but the little boy did not do so.

Old Tang took the little boy's hand and put the bunch of grapes into his hand.

But when he touched the boy's little hand, he found that the other's little hand was very cold, as if it had been frozen.

Old Tang frowned and saw the cabinet on the side. He seemed to remember that there was a robe in it. Although he had never been to this elegant house, he surprisingly knew that there must be that robe in the cabinet.

He subconsciously opened the cabinet and rummaged around, and sure enough, he found a shabby-looking robe inside.

"Little guy, don't dislike it, this is one of the few possessions I have."

With that said, Old Tang put his robe on the boy.

"Is it warm?"

"It's so warm."

The little boy nodded happily, as if it was the first time he had received such a gift, and he couldn't put it down and touched it, even though it was just a shabby robe.

Old Tang was also infected by the other party's happy mood, and patted the little boy's head, "Eat quickly, these grapes are very sweet."

He glanced at the bunch of grapes and swallowed secretly.

There was only such a bunch of grapes in the whole copper plate. If I had known better, I would have secretly taken two of them to try them out.

"Yeah!"

The little boy nodded his head wildly. After grabbing a grape with his little hand, he was about to stuff it into his mouth, but he paused and said, "Brother, eat it first."

Then he fed the grape in his hand to Old Tang.

"ah?"

Old Tang was slightly stunned and did not react for a moment.

"Brother eat first, then I will eat."

The little boy put the grape in his hand toward Old Tang's mouth, eager to let him eat it first.

"Thank you, thank you."

Old Tang was a little moved.

It is said that this is the first time in his life that he has the warm feeling of having family around him.

Although it is just a trivial gesture, for the little boy, this bunch of grapes is a very precious thing. Especially when the little boy wants to eat it very much, he can still suppress his inner desire and hand over the grapes in his hand.

Give it to him.

Old Tang's eyes were a little dazed, and he felt that the little boy really looked like his younger brother at this moment.

Eat it in one bite, it's really juicy and sweet, and it's so refreshing.

"Little guy, you can take one too."

Old Tang grabbed a grape and fed it to the little boy.

The latter opened his mouth happily and ate it.

"Is it sweet?"

“So sweet, so sweet!”

"If it's sweet, eat more. You're too thin and need to add more nutrients so that you can become stronger." Old Tang said with a smile and fed the little boy several grapes in a row.

"Why do you need to be strong?"

The little boy ate the grapes slowly and couldn't help but tilted his head curiously and asked.

"Because only by becoming strong will we not be bullied casually, or in other words, when we are really bullied, we will have enough strength to fight back." Old Tang's tone became serious.

In terms of life education, he has more say.

Whether it was his childhood experiences or his entry into society when he grew up, Old Tang has suffered a lot along the way and learned many principles. But in the final analysis, only when his fist is hard enough, that is

The real hard truth.

In the past, Old Tang's fists were not strong enough, and even when he entered society, he stumbled all the way. Fortunately, in recent years, I don't know if his domineering spirit has awakened or something, but few people dared to mess with him.

He really made Old Tang anxious. Sometimes when he glared at him, the other party would be scared to death. Some even felt like they had a serious illness. They stayed in the hospital ward for several months, and the doctor gave the result that they were mentally ill.

Stress trauma.

It means that a person suddenly experiences the most terrifying nightmare in his life, causing his spirit to be frightened. If it is more severe, he will become an idiot. To put it bluntly, he is almost stunned by the fright.

Old Tang couldn't understand this, after all, he could only stare.

"If you don't want to be bullied, you have to become strong." The little boy murmured, with a grape in his mouth making his cheeks bulge.

"Yes, that's the hard truth."

Old Tang smiled and raised his fist.

Although he knew that the little boy's understanding of strength was only the shallowest understanding, he did not expect a little boy to understand strength and courage. After all, in this world, being able to survive is already good. Sometimes who's

Whoever has a strong fist will have the strongest principles.

"But……"

The little boy slowly lowered his head, obviously feeling a little depressed.

"But what? Little guy, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Old Tang noticed something strange about the former and asked quickly with concern.

"Brother, I don't want to be bullied, and I don't want you to be bullied." The little boy said in a low tone, almost burying his head in his chest.

"I will not be bullied by others. Now I am the one bullying others." Old Tang smiled with emotion.

He didn't expect that the little boy would put himself in his shoes so much.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't let them bully you. No one can bully us."

The little boy suddenly raised his head, his expression became extremely solemn, and even revealed a hint of ferocity.

What he held in his hand seemed to be no longer a bunch of grapes, but a sword shining with cold light. He would chop down anyone who dared to bully them.

"Little guy, you think more than me. Don't think too much. The most important thing for you now is to grow up quickly, get stronger, and eat some grapes."

Old Tang rubbed the little boy's head, then picked off a grape and fed it to him.

"Yeah!"

The latter nodded happily.

"He's in there! Kill him!"

"Quick! Surround this place! We must not let him escape!"

"Yes! He must die today!"

…

At this moment, a hysterical scream suddenly came from outside.

Even if you haven't seen the group of people outside, you can still imagine their ferocious expressions and the bloodthirsty desire to kill flowing in their eyes.

Yes, it's bloodthirsty.

The group outside kept talking about killing him, but it was more like eating him!

"Brother, they are coming!"

The little boy's expression suddenly became panicked, like a poor deer that was about to be hunted by a hunter and couldn't choose its path, but it also had an extraordinarily ferocious look, and it let out a childish roar like a little lion.

"Coming? Who is coming?"

Old Tang was stunned.

It was so quiet outside, even filled with deathly silence.

Only then did he remember that he obviously lived next to the elevated light rail, and he could hear rumbling sounds almost every once in a while, like a steel giant walking by, but until now, it had been surprisingly quiet outside.

It was so quiet, not even a sound could be heard.

As for what the little boy said that they are coming, that is even more outrageous. To be precise, there is not even a sound of footsteps outside. Who is coming? Is it a ghost?

But what’s even more outrageous is yet to come.

Old Tang seemed to be possessed and said subconsciously, "We won't die even if they come. Don't be afraid Constantine, his brother is here."

After finishing speaking, Old Tang was shocked.

What the hell? Who is Constantine? The Hell Detective in the American DC comics?

Old Tang was a little confused.
To be continued...