After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The large green iron gate has a hollow top and New Year pictures painted on the bottom. On both sides of the gate are cement red brick walls with whitish couplets on them, which are incomplete.

Inside the gate, there was a little boy of three or four years old, eyes closed, crying loudly.

Lin Yu outside the door looked horrified, raised her hands in the air, and shouted injustice.

As for what he was wrongly accused of, Lin Yu didn't know. He always felt that he couldn't get rid of the suspicion without shouting.

Li Sanyi and Zhang Boer stood beside Lin Yu, one on the left and the other on the right, looking around with serious faces and a hint of vigilance, especially afraid that the villagers would rush out with hoes.

Each of the three people started coaxing the child with one sentence.

"Stop crying, uncle will buy you candy."

This is Zhang Boer.

"Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry, I will take you away!"

This is Li Sanyi, who thinks he can scare children.

"Little brother, please don't cry. Look, sister has a big red ticket. If you don't cry, I will give it to you."

This is Lin Yu who is paying bribes.

This moment has been preserved in Feng Yin's memory for a long, long time.

It was also at this moment that she truly realized what kind of failure the three people around her were.

If you keep shouting, the four of you will not leave the village.

"Shut up!"

Feng Yin from behind said shut up, and the trio immediately stopped talking, focusing on being obedient.

Feng Yin stepped forward in two steps, glanced at the three people, and handed Li Sanyi the mobile phone that had turned on the live broadcast.

"Take it, this is the evidence of our innocence at the critical moment."

"I finally understand that working in live streaming is just a cloud, and self-protection through live streaming is our true meaning."

Li Sanyi took the cell phone that Feng Yin handed over, hugged it, held it, turned the direction, and pointed it at Feng Yin.

"Stop crying!" With just three words, the little boy in the yard stopped crying.

Xiao Douding finally opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yin eagerly. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, which made people who happened to watch the live broadcast room see his soft heart.

【This is where?what are you doing? 】

[Children’s clothes seem to be in rural areas, it’s not regional discrimination, I promise! 】

[Like a left-behind child, there are black and gray patches on his clothes all year round. 】

While blindly guessing in the live broadcast room, Feng Yin held the railing above the big iron door with both hands. This action was particularly joyful.

"Unexpectedly, the first song of tears behind bars in my lifetime would be contributed here."

The self-deprecating Feng Yin made the netizens who had just come in burst into laughter for a while.

"Little one, what's your name?
The little boy blinked subconsciously, stayed quiet for about five seconds, and then said in a low voice: "An'an, An'an."

The little boy patted his small chest. He was telling others that he was An An.

"Hello An'an, how old are you?"

The little boy raised his little hand, a few little fingers rose and fell, and finally he raised four fingers to Feng Yin and said: "An'an is three years old!"

This move made netizens shout cute.

"Okay, An'an, is this your home?"

This question goes straight to the point.

The little boy stared at Feng Yin for about ten seconds. Feng Yin didn't rush him, just waiting for the boy's answer.

An An shook his head, his mouth flattened, tears already accumulated in his eyes, and they would flow down in the next second.

"So this is not your home. Are you scared?"

An An's tears suddenly fell down, she cried softly in grievance, and pointed to the right side of the yard with her little finger.

"Big dog! Bite An An."