I rely on talking to brush the copy

Seeing Li Shuran crying miserably, Le Jing sighed in his heart.

In fact, he himself had some responsibility for what happened.

He claimed that he didn't want to interfere in Li Shuran's life and let her make her own decisions, but in the final analysis it was just because he didn't care.

Although he liked Li Shuran, an innocent and gentle girl, and had long decided to fulfill the responsibility of taking care of her for Li Jingran, it was not clear how deep his feelings for Li Shuran were.

He would ensure that Li Shuran had a favorable material environment and would also give her basic care and love, but that was all. If he is a brother who really cares about his sister, he will not only be angry but also worried when he hears that a gangster is pestering his precious sister. He will never take it as lightly as Le Jing did and quickly put the matter aside. The back of the head.

Ultimately, it's just because he doesn't care.

Le Jing doesn't think he did anything wrong. Even now, he doesn't feel that his relationship with Li Shuran is so close that he should be responsible for her life.

But seeing the little girl crying so miserably because she thought she had implicate him, Le Jing still consoled him: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you are just a victim. Evil people don't need reasons to do evil things, and good people don't have to do it." It is the will of evil people to feel guilty for their crimes.”

Thinking of the little girl just now holding her childish smile and crying that she was a beauty, Le Jing's eyes were filled with sporadic smiles. This scene was really too joyful.

However, after laughing, he still warned Li Shuran seriously: "The so-called beauty is a disaster, it is just a despicable statement used by men in patriarchal societies since ancient times to shift responsibilities to cover up their own incompetence. In order to evade responsibility, they put the decline of the family and even the dynasty It is extremely irresponsible and despicable to blame the downfall of China on a few women. I think that in China’s thousands-year-old patriarchal society, a few women would never have so much energy. "

If it were a cartoon now, Li Shuran's eyes might have turned into mosquito-repellent eyes.

Le Jing smiled and shook his head, knowing that it was too early to tell Li Shuran this at this time.

He pondered for a while and then said to the confused Li Shuran: "You don't have to worry about the master and servant. My brother has his own way to deal with him. My brother will ask for leave for you these days, so you can study at home first." Let him take it easy. Meet this pair of master and servant. Being able to completely offend the two brothers and sisters at once, those two are also talented.

After listening to Le Jing's words, Li Shuran miraculously calmed down. She believed that since her brother said so, there would be a solution. Although her brother said it was not her fault, she did cause trouble for him this time.

The two of them were helpless in Peiping. Her brother was sick and had to work on manuscripts to earn money. She really shouldn't trouble her brother because of her own affairs. She thought that she just had to avoid that person, and that person was in public. Can you still force her? But who would have thought that the bad guy would be so mean-spirited that he would target his brother, and... say such nasty and vicious words!

Although her brother didn't blame her, she couldn't forgive herself. She is so useless that she keeps causing trouble to her brother. She must study hard and become useful as soon as possible. Then it will be her turn to help her brother.

…

The day came again when Yang Jinglun came to collect articles once a week. This time he received the third article of "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" as promised. As usual, he read it carefully.

The more you looked at him, the higher the corners of his mouth were raised, and the smile on his face couldn't stop. At the end, he laughed out loud and raised his eyes to look at Le Jing, his eyes filled with deep admiration: "I didn't expect Mr. to be so narrow-minded."

If Nantang's swearing skills are at the level of a middle school student, then the boy in front of him has a professor's level of swearing skills!

Le Jing raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "I'm just telling the truth."

"What a truth!" Yang Jinglun laughed loudly: "I'm afraid Nantang will be pissed to death as soon as this article comes out."

Le Jing smiled slightly, this was exactly his purpose.

In this article, he used Bai Xue's perspective to sarcastically describe the characters named Tang Nan and Zhang Defu, vividly depicting their bullying, fear of the strong, admiration for foreigners, and ruthless character traits, which is disgusting and guaranteed to make them infamous. smell.

And the style of this chapter is slightly different from the previous one. The Capital Comprador Chapter is actually a story full of magical realism.

Didn't Tang Nan scold Le Jing for not giving up? Le Jing was a kind man and couldn't do such evil things as spreading rumors, so he could only tell the truth that the Tang family was in trouble.

Yang Jinglun looked at Le Jing, as if he saw a new star rising in the art world of the Republic of China. He can be sure that after this article is published in the newspaper, Tang Nan will be in trouble and will be criticized by thousands of people!

…

Zheng Yiliang put down his chopsticks heavily, feeling that his mouth was tasteless.

His wife glanced at him and said, "Why don't you eat?"

Zheng Yiliang said angrily: "If you don't want to eat, I'm already full of anger. What else can I eat?"

His wife rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to get used to his bad temper, and kept eating and drinking all she wanted.

Zheng Yiliang, on the other hand, couldn't hold himself back and babbled: "Look what that turtle grandson said in the newspaper! What did he say? Such an article could actually attract Mr. Zheng Yiliang's praise. I don't know why. ', what does this son of a bitch mean? Isn't this a rumor that I took money from the night watchman to speak for him! Damn that little bastard, he gave birth to a son without an asshole!

The wife put down the bowl and said: "That's not what they said. Even if you scold him, they will only say that you, Zheng Yiliang, a professor at the prestigious university, are a newbie. You have brought attention to that yellow-haired kid for nothing. This is what he wants." "She looked at Zheng Yiliang quietly: "You are a teacher after all, can you stop swearing and speak more politely? Is this okay for your students to hear?"

Zheng Yiliang snorted coldly. Of course he understood that what his wife said was reasonable, so he didn't start a scolding war with the yellow-haired kid in the newspaper in the past few days. However, it was really frustrating to keep him silent like this.

"Dad! Dad!" The eldest son ran into the house excitedly with a smile on his face.

Zheng Yiliang turned coldly and scolded him like a strict father: "You are not young anymore, what are you talking about so recklessly?" He was just about to scold his son and spit out his anger when he saw his wife looking away from him. , he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, he coughed, and asked with a straight face: "What's the matter?"

"Dad, look at the article in the newspaper. The night watchman scolded Nantang!"

When Zheng Yiliang heard this, he immediately snatched the article from his son's hand and looked around the article hungrily. The more he looked at it, the more excited he became, as if he had drank a bowl of ice water in the dog days of summer, so happy!

[Since I was adopted by Master Tang, my life has been very comfortable. Master Tang is an easy-to-serve person, he is kind and kind, and he always treats me favorably and pampers me.

I feel like a fish in water in the house, so uncomfortable.

What makes me even more happy is that Master Tang is gifted and can understand what we mice say. We talk often when we have free time.

The only flaw is that Mr. Tang's family always holds endless banquets, and the banquets are filled with colorful foreigners. They are very noisy and have a strong body odor. I am going to be suffocated to death.

And I soon discovered an interesting hobby of Master Tang.

He likes to lick foreigners' shoes.

He lay on the ground, lowered his head, licked hard and intoxicated, drooling all over the floor, really like a pug.

His personal servant Zhang Defu seemed to be envious and kept asking: "Master, how do the foreign master's shoes taste?"

Young Master Tang Nan raised his lips and said with an afterthought expression, "Would you like to try it? It tastes very good."

Zhang Defu immediately became excited and meowed like a cat in spring. He couldn't wait to push Master Tang aside, knelt on the ground and started licking hard.

The person whose shoes were being licked seemed to be an Englishman. He said to Zhang Defu with satisfaction: "Yes, I like you Chinese people. You deserve to have a long history. You can even lick shoes cleaner than people from other countries."

…

That day, I heard from my servants that there was a drought in one place, the crops were all gone, and many people starved to death.

But Master Tang was very happy and said that his family was going to get rich soon!

I don't see what necessary connection there is.

All I know is that Master Tang asked someone to collect the grain again, but then refused to sell it. He only said that the price now was not high enough and he had to wait a little longer.

When I asked why, Master Tang said proudly: "Beasts are beasts, and they can't even understand this. You don't know, when they get hungry, they can buy a house with a handful of grain! There are flowers like flowers." If you give her a bite of food, she will go with you. There is no better deal than this."

…

That day we talked about the saying "a dog can't change its habit of eating shit".

"I think this sentence is a great slander against dogs." I said angrily: "I have seen many dogs, and they don't eat shit."

"That's because you haven't encountered good shit. Chinese people are despicable and dirty, so Chinese shit also stinks." Master Tang licked his lips like a dog, "But foreign people's shit is different. Foreign people's shit is different. People are a polite and civilized upper-class people, and their shit is very delicious.”

I don’t believe it: “Shit is shit, no matter who poops it.”

Master Tang ignored me. He drooled and said intoxicatedly: "I am willing to be a happy maggot in the sweet toilet of a foreign country!"

…

I don't stay at home all the time. Occasionally I go out for a walk with Zhang Defu.

It’s just that Zhang Defu takes me to a place every time, and that place is really boring and tight.

That place was bigger than Master Tang's house. There were many small rooms inside. The rooms were full of white naked bodies. Undressed women and men hugged each other and made strange noises. Then came a disgusting and pungent smell.

God knows how much torture my ears and nose suffered!

But Zhang Defu really likes to play the game of riding women. He would often throw me on the bedside, and then ride on the woman endlessly without getting off. Whenever this happened, the woman would cry endlessly.

There's nothing more boring than being a rat.

This happened so many times that I couldn't help but observe that poor woman. After thorough comparison, I found that the woman seemed young. She stood only a little taller than the table. In terms of human age, she was still a little girl.

Later I heard from other women that she was once a young lady from a wealthy family, but later her family fell into ruin and she was sold into a brothel.

…

That day, I was lying under the bed bored, and the crying girl cried out: "Zhang Defu, you beast! You have harmed my whole family, and you will be punished sooner or later!"

Zhang Defu immediately slapped her hard and shouted: "You bitch, you are so shameless! If you had obeyed me earlier, your family would not have suffered like this! These are all your fault! Who told you Look down on me!"

Then he started to say some weird things like his father was the driver of the Tang family, his mother was the nanny of Young Master Tang, and he himself was half a member of the Tang family.

I still didn't understand it. Zhang Defu's surname is Zhang, how could he be a member of the Tang family?

…】

"In the sweet toilet of Japan, I am willing to be a happy maggot." Zheng Yiliang, the master of mouth cannon, couldn't help but read it out loud, slapped the table happily, and said with great satisfaction: "Great!"

I didn't expect that the style of the night watchman's writing would be so varied, and he was also very tasteful when writing humorous and satirical articles.

Zheng Yiliang said happily: "The night watchman's words are really touching to me! It's really fucking exciting! It's manly! I really want to meet him!"

The wife sighed faintly, and she couldn't understand why her husband, a cultured man, spoke like a bandit.

Zheng Yiliang applauded Le Jing's article, while Nantang almost flipped the table in anger.

Nan Tang's real name is Tang Nan. He usually thinks of himself as a very civilized person, but this time he was described as a dirty and vulgar person in the article by the Night Watchman. How could he not be shocked and angry?

"What's wrong with Brother Tang? Did the newspaper say anything?"

Tang Nan looked up at the boy's curious eyes and forced a smile: "Nothing, just a villain scolded me in the newspaper. I'm used to the saying that when you are famous, you will have more troubles."

The boy nodded in understanding, "Before I went to Beijing, my father also said that Brother Tang is the most outstanding talent of the younger generation. He has studied abroad and is knowledgeable. He asked me to learn more from Brother Tang this time!"

"Thank you for your kindness, uncle." Tang Nan's face looked better. He put on airs and gave a pretentious lecture: "Although it is not as good as Western schools, Kaiming Middle School is also good. If you can get in there, you must study hard, so that you can live up to the reputation of your Fengtian Li family."

The boy, that is, Li Jingran's half-brother, Li Jingliang nodded respectfully.

…

Le Jing had no idea that his stepmother’s biological son had come to Beijing to study, and had even gotten involved with Nan Tang, the troublemaker. At this moment, he was busy checking readers’ letters.

Since the serialization of “Rat Eyes Look Down on People”, many readers’ letters have been sent to the editorial department. After Yang Jinglun helped him organize them, he handed over some of the more representative letters to Le Jing. Le Jing not only needed to read them, but also needed to reply to the readers.

After writing several official letters such as “Thank you for liking my articles”, Le Jing opened a special letter.

The sender was a prostitute.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know why, but when I was writing this book, I liked to listen to rock music (…)

Maybe it’s because the content is very punk (hey)

By the way, did you watch a TV series when you were young? I forgot what it was called, but I remember that there was a torture of forced confession in it, which was simply a shadow of my childhood. This torture is to tie up a person, and then paste wet straw paper on his face layer by layer, and paste it tightly layer by layer. If the person is about to die, they will poke a hole in the straw paper, let him take a few breaths, and ask him if he confesses. If he doesn't confess, they will continue to paste wet paper.

Why do I suddenly mention this cruel torture?

Because this torture has affected my life.

Since then, every time I apply a facial mask, I will think of this torture, especially when the mask is not pasted well to cover the nostrils... It's like a childhood nightmare reappearing (crying)