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Carrying the groceries back home, Yin Mo realized it wasn't quite time to cook yet. While practicing a one-handed handstand, a thought suddenly struck him.
The reason those three boys wanted to bully him ultimately stemmed from the fact that he didn't have parents to stand up for him. But they did, and he had made one of them cry; their parents would surely not let this go unpunished.
Yin Mo wasn't particularly worried, as he believed he was in the right. This was a principle he had learned from books: if one is justified, then there should be no fear.
However, he found it quite bothersome. The aunties living in his neighborhood were loud, almost obnoxiously so. Every morning, their raucous voices filled the air, and over time, he had stopped using an alarm clock altogether.
He feared that their loud voices might disturb his father. Although his father rarely paid attention to him, he was still his only family.
As Yin Mo did push-ups, he pondered over this issue. After completing several sets of exercises, he made a decision.
He rinsed the rice with water, plugged in the rice cooker, washed and chopped the vegetables, then stepped outside his home to quietly wait for his adversaries to arrive.
He decided to resolve this issue with reason and the boy's family; surely it wouldn't come to blows. He felt it was inappropriate to fight with adults who were much older than him.
Yin Mo didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, the boy appeared with tear-streaked cheeks, accompanied by his furious parents who rushed over in a huff.
Watching this scene unfold, Yin Mo felt an unexpected pang of envy.
However, before this feeling could fully develop, it was swiftly pulled back into reality by the harsh words from the trio.
"You brat! You look so innocent, yet you hit my son so hard that you broke his bones! Where are your parents? Bring them out so they can compensate for my son's injuries!"
The words came from the boy's mother, whose figure had become quite hefty over the years. Beside her stood a lanky middle-aged man wearing glasses; though silent, it was clear he was ready to echo his wife's anger.
Yin Mo glanced at the boy, who dared not meet his gaze and instead hid behind his mother.
"You're such a useless brat!" his mother scolded angrily.
"Auntie, it's not a fracture, just a dislocation. He'll be fine after moving his arm a bit," Yin Mo replied, looking directly into the woman's fierce gaze with utmost seriousness.
"Besides, I don't think I owe any compensation. He tried to snatch my candy first, and I wasn't going to give it to him. He even tried to take it by force, so I was just defending myself. I didn't expect him to..."
Yin Mo had intended to explain further but suddenly felt it might not be appropriate, so he fell silent.
The woman was furious at his words.
"You think a dislocation is nothing? If he has a fracture, then it's a fracture! If you don't pay up today, I'll take you to court! Cough! Is there no adult in your family? What kind of person sends out just a child? If no one comes out soon, I'm going in myself."
The woman didn't tone down her anger; instead, she raised her voice even more, appearing even more aggressive.
Yin Mo's brows furrowed again. He disliked this situation but decided to reason with her once more.
"Auntie, I've always called you 'Auntie,' yet you call me 'brat.' I find that quite impolite. You're an elder; I don't need an apology from you, but please show some restraint. My dad is resting right now, and even if he comes out, he won't compensate you. I've already said it's just a dislocation, and he started it first. If you don't believe me, we can confront each other."
The woman was taken aback by Yin Mo's calm and polite response. While she felt shocked and somewhat envious of his demeanor, she had no intention of backing down.
She and her husband were well aware of their son's behavior; they had already learned the whole story as soon as they got home. But so what? They weren't interested in reasoning; that had been against Yin Mo's expectations from the very beginning.
The Boy's Father finally spoke up with a simple cold snort. "Apologize? I think this kid has lost his mind! Since your dad is home, call him out here. My son's medical bills for his fracture are high; hurry up and pay!"
Yin Mo had thought that someone wearing glasses would be more refined, but he was surprised by how callous the man's words were.
Yin Mo felt a bit angry. She believed she had been very tolerant, yet the other party continued to press her, which was truly unacceptable.
Just as she was about to explain her reasoning again, a voice emerged from behind a family of three.
"If you insist on demanding compensation, then I can only really break your son's arm; otherwise, it wouldn't be fair for this compensation!"
The voice was clear and bright. The four of them turned to see the source of the voice, and they couldn't help but be taken aback.
It was a pair of strikingly attractive young men and women, standing together as if they were even more dazzling than the sun above them. They wore ordinary sportswear, yet they looked like movie stars from the television.
In a moment of distraction, the couple approached. The man casually extended his hand and somehow pulled the boy from behind his mother into his grasp.
The woman gasped in shock, her expression darkening immediately. "What are you doing? Are you really going to bully a child in front of his parents in broad daylight?"
The man's lips curled into a sly smile as he glanced at Yin Mo, his eyes brightening slightly. "Are you really any better than me for bullying a child behind their parents' backs?"
The woman deflated at his words; she knew all too well how shameful her actions were, but driven by greed, she felt no shame.
Her partner took over the conversation, asking, "Are you... his parents?"
Before the man could respond, Yin Mo's voice rang out beside them.
"No, this is my matter and has nothing to do with..." Yin Mo glanced at the couple again before continuing, "with my brother and sister."
Upon hearing Yin Mo's words, the woman couldn't help but laugh lightly. Her smile was enchanting enough to make even The Boy's Father steal a few extra glances.
He walked over to Yin Mo and squatted down, asking gently, "Are you called Yin Mo?"
Yin Mo had never been this close to a woman before, especially not one as beautiful as her, far surpassing even Grandpa Zhao's daughter-in-law in looks.
Feeling a bit shy and bashful, he lowered his head slightly and replied, "Yes, I am Yin Mo."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the man and woman suddenly shifted to one of relief.
Their son was still in the hands of the young man. Seeing that they had no connection to the boy who had beaten his son, Glasses Pole became a bit more assertive.
"Since this has nothing to do with you, you should mind your own business. He broke my son's bones; shouldn't he pay for that?"
The man did not even glance at him. He tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, causing a sudden cry of pain to escape.
The woman gasped and quickly pulled her son away, examining him closely to see if he was hurt.
After the boy let out a cry, he quickly regained his composure and exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
His mother shot him a glare, silently scolding him for revealing the truth so quickly.
The man looked at Glasses Pole coldly and said, "Look at this situation; would a broken bone not hurt? I always thought people who wear glasses were more refined, at least well-read enough to have gotten nearsighted from reading too much. But looking at you now, it seems like your vision issues are more influenced by Island Nation films!"
Island Nation was a nickname for England, known for its adult films over the years. The man's words were crude but carried a sharp mocking tone.
The woman squatting next to Yin Mo shot the man an annoyed glance, disapproving of his bluntness in front of the child.
The face of the Glasses Pole turned a shade of purple, clearly furious at the man's mocking words. However, due to the lightning-fast strike earlier, he dared not retort.
"Get lost, or I'll call the police and report you for extortion."
The woman exchanged glances with her husband. It was evident that these two young people were not to be trifled with, and they realized they had provoked a situation they could not handle. Thus, they had no choice but to let the matter rest.
They dragged their child away, leaving in a huff.
Yin Mo lifted his head and looked at the beautiful Fairy Sister and Heroic Brother. Seeing that they had no intention of leaving, it was clear that their presence was not merely a chance encounter but rather intentional.
This was the first time since he could remember that someone had asked him if he was called Yin Mo.
As a result, the calm sea of his mind began to stir with waves.
(To be continued)
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