Chapter 1

This is a remote mountain village called Xiaoyang Village, located in the northeast, surrounded by mountains on all sides.

During spring and summer, the mountains are covered with blooming flowers, and in autumn, fruit trees laden with wild fruits turn the slopes red. Most of the villagers in this small village have the surname Yang, and for hundreds of years, the village has been peaceful and harmonious. The villagers are simple and honest, living without contention. Although their lives are tight, they are very happy.

One summer, a river that runs through the village from east to west, about ten meters wide, suddenly churned, and a bald head emerged. He looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, with a dark and thin face that exuded a bit of mischief, especially his large, bright eyes that sparkled with a mischievous spirit. As his eyes darted around, it revealed the peculiar nature of this little boy.

When he saw a girl in her twenties, wearing ultra-short shorts, walking on a nearby path, his eyes lit up, and a smile curved at the corners of his mouth. Anyone who saw his smile would feel a sense of warmth, a feeling that came from the heart.

"Yang Meili?" he muttered, then swam to the shore, put on his clothes, and quietly followed her. When they passed a field of sorghum, Yang Meili suddenly disappeared into it.

The boy cautiously lay on the ground and slowly crawled in. Suddenly, a snow-white buttock appeared before his eyes, and the sound of running water reached his ears.

The boy pressed his head to the ground and looked, "So this is where women pee. Yang Lai from the east of the village said he slept with Yang Meili, I wonder if it's true." He unconsciously touched his little brother, his eyes darting around as he watched Yang Meili, "How can such a small place fit anything? It's really strange."

"Ah..." Yang Meili stood up, turned around, and was about to pull up her pants when she saw a small, thin figure lying on the ground, "Yang Luo! You little pervert, how dare you peek at me peeing."

Yang Luo quickly got up and ran, and by the time Yang Meili pulled up her pants and chased after him, he was already gone. She stood there for a moment, then burst into laughter, "This little pervert has the heart but not the courage."

Yang Meili wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a good figure. Wearing modern and fashionable clothes in this small mountain village, she was very eye-catching. For the young people, Yang Meili was an object of fantasy, while for the older generation, she was a scandalous woman, rumored to have affairs with many men. Yang Meili knew about these rumors, but she didn't care and continued to live as she pleased.

On the north side of the village, halfway up the mountain, there was a small wooden house. Yang Luo ran to about ten meters from the wooden house, stopped, and looked back. Seeing that Yang Meili wasn't chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he walked to the wooden house and called out, "Old man! I'm here."

An old voice came from inside the wooden house, "You little brat, you don't know how to respect your elders. After all these years, can't you call me master?"

Yang Luo kicked the door open and said with a grin, "Old man! At your age, why can't you be more open-minded? Calling you something is just two words, don't take it too seriously." Yang Luo's tone didn't sound like that of an eleven or twelve-year-old child but more like an adult.

The old man sighed, "Yang Luo! You have excellent bones and are very talented, with a photographic memory. After all these years, I have nothing more to teach you. You don't need to come tomorrow."

Yang Luo suddenly became serious, "Old man! Are you hiding something from me?"

The old man laughed and changed the subject, "I ask you, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

Yang Luo knew the old man didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press further and answered, "Old man! You once told me that when I grow up, I must be careful with women, especially beautiful women. I know you must have been hurt by a beautiful woman, so I decided to take revenge for you when I grow up."

The old man was taken aback, "Revenge? How will you do that?"

Yang Luo stood up straight, his thin body towering, and said loudly, "I'm going to be a professional thug and seduce all the beautiful women to take revenge for you."

"Uh!" The old man's face turned black, and he couldn't say a word, looking at the smug Yang Luo.

Yang Luo looked at the old man and said with a grin, "Don't you think being a thug is a promising career?"

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