chaotic world

The Zhou family in Tianjin City is wealthy, because his family has a small gold mine in a valley somewhere in Fengtian Province.

But it's not a big deal to talk about being rich. The gold mine is not big, let alone just holding some shares.

The income of the gold mine is not much, or less. It is absolutely impossible to maintain a large and prosperous family like the Rongguo Mansion in "A Dream of Red Mansions", but for the Zhou family at that time, it was more than enough, because the Zhou family The gate of this big mansion is only as big as the gate of the mansion. There are few people, and there is no serious pillar.

Not counting servants and servants, the real masters are only orphans and widowed mothers.

This orphan, or in advanced terms, should be called Young Master Du Miao, whose name is Zhou Lan, and whose name is Mu'an.Dad died before he was born.Now 16 years old, studied in a Western-style school since childhood, wears a suit with a bow tie, and can speak foreign language when meeting Mr. Yang.After returning to the gate of the mansion, he changed into a long gown and could play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, as the old saying goes, good fortune tricks people.

It's so bad that sometimes I will play the big teleportation of the universe.Zhou Lan's good scenery seemed to hit a wall suddenly, and it fell to pieces with a bang.

At this moment, one evening in the winter of the 20th year of the Republic of China, in the territory of Manchuria in the northeast, he was running wildly in the ice and snow, with blood on the corner of his mouth, thin clothes, and his situation was worse than that of a domestic dog.

He is running away.And it wasn't the first time, it was the third time he ran away desperately, if he couldn't escape again, he would die.

He would rather die.

Running with panting, he had a clear mind.If he was caught back, either the Japanese would kill him, or the gold mines would kill him with his head.But it doesn't matter who did it, he really can't stand it anymore, he didn't escape from a gold mine, he was clearly from hell.

Hell is the devil's safe haven, people can't survive, so he has to go all out.

run!Only run!Only this thought remained in his mind, he didn't feel the cold, he didn't feel that the snow had covered his knees, he lost a shoe at some point, and his whole body was bruised and purple, he didn't feel any of these.

He has endured a day and a night in the ice and snow.

There was a shrill cry from the sky, and a sea dongqing spread its wings and slid past. It is the most flexible and domineering bird of prey outside the pass. It indifferently glanced at the chasing life and death below, and slid leisurely towards the mountain ahead.

That mountain is called Black Eagle Mountain.

There is a Heifeng forest at the foot of Heiying Mountain, an old forest in the northeast, and a big tree that blocks the sky and the sun, blocking most of the evening sun. Entering the forest is like hiding in the dark night. This is Zhou Lan's current hope.

There was a dog barking far behind him, urging him out of breath, gnashing his teeth and running forward, in a trance, remembering that when the mine started work yesterday morning, a man was so ill that he begged to rest for a while.Later, several wolfhounds rushed up and tore the man alive.

A good way to kill one to warn others may be the idea of ​​the Japanese, but it is more likely to be the idea of ​​the boss. It is even easier for the Chinese to rule the Chinese.

During the strenuous running, he was sweating profusely, almost collapsed from exhaustion and hunger, and rushed into the forest with the last bit of strength.

Behind a few thick trees, there was a rustling sound in the chaotic grass, and Zhou Lan shrank into a ball in the hole of the dead tree. He covered the hole with dry grass, covered his mouth, and tried his best to breathe steadily.

He was shivering with cold, staring sharply at the cracks in the withered grass.He made a plan that if he was discovered by the Japanese soldiers, he would jump out and grab the gun, and count as many as he killed, and he must not be captured alive.

A few wolfhounds roared and ran into the woods, sniffing everywhere, barking wildly from time to time, and seven or eight Japanese followed in with guns, bayonets attached to the muzzles, this murderous weapon taller than a human flashed across the night, the only one Light, hard, cold.

The Japanese soldiers shouted at each other, and Zhou Lan had probably been able to understand some Japanese in the past six months. They were saying, "It's nearby" and "Hurry up"...

The thick-soled riding boots creaked in the snow, getting closer to the tree hole...

Hai Dongqing flew into the Black Eagle Mountain, flapped his wings and landed on a dead tree, tilted his head, and looked at the scenery in front of him with round eyes.

In this nest in the middle of the mountain, there is a large courtyard surrounded by wooden fences, and there are mud houses in disorder, tall and short - normal people don't build houses so casually.

In the most spacious main room in the middle, several oil lamps were lit at the moment, and around the big rough wooden table, there was a circle of people in thick padded jackets sitting around. Not like a nice guy.

Sitting in the main seat was a young man. To say he was young, he was definitely judging from his stature and appearance. He was tall, and his thick padded jacket couldn't cover up the light, healthy and flexible body that is unique to young people.

But the face cannot be seen.The idiom of unkempt hair and dirty face has found a home in him. His hair is like a bird's nest, and his man grows wantonly, covering up his face perfectly, and he doesn't need to cover his face when he goes out to do evil.

His posture and appearance are a match made in heaven, and there is no sense of disobedience - he is sitting on a long bench with one foot on the stool, facing the coarse porcelain bowl of millet porridge and corn pancakes, he He dug his ears in boredom, and at the end, flicked his fingers.

Of course, no one cared about whether there were UFOs and whereabouts of UFOs. These rough guys were nervously waiting for the decree from the disheveled king.

"That's all?" He said in a lazy posture, but his voice was young and sonorous, without a trace of laziness.

"Brother, that's all. It's been snowing for three days, and I can't go down the mountain. I have to save it in the warehouse." A dark-haired boy stood up respectfully.

The young king stared at the things on the table, clicked his tongue in distaste, then crossed his hands into fists, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and supported the table with his elbows.

A group of men at the table raised their hands to follow suit, knowing that this was about to "begin".

The young king shook his head and muttered: "Ah! Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the sunshine and rain that you have given us, so that the earth produces rich food, thank you for bringing us this clean millet porridge and corn pancakes, and I hope you will serve the world. Bring good weather, let this heavy snow stop so fucking fast, brothers are going to become monks, birds are about to fade out of their mouths, everyone needs to eat meat, pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen!"

"Amen!" Everyone prayed sincerely.

"Fake! Eat!" As soon as the king slapped the table, monsters and ghosts appeared immediately. Some were standing, some were sitting, and some were squatting.

All the judges have seen this clearly in their hearts. No introduction is needed. Those who can make a living in this poor mountain and bad water cannot be Christians—they are the toughest gang of bandits on Black Eagle Mountain, and the young man is the boss. His name is Du Yunfeng. He is famous but has no name. Because of his industry relationship, he was given the nickname "Crazy Du".

This is a group of newly recruited gangsters who have not yet become well-known in this area. At the age of 19, Du Yunfeng became the number one in the village. He is a rising star in the bandit world.

Monkey King formed a gang with a group of hairy monkeys in Huaguo Mountain, but his essence was extraordinary.Du Yunfeng is not a mortal either, although he looks like a scumbag, but he seems to have a half-foreign temperament.

He is obviously a rough person, but he can pop out cultural words from time to time, and he can speak a few words in foreign language, even if he can't match his opponent in the chess game, and no one can pick up a few words in foreign language, which makes him feel a bit overwhelmed Cold loneliness.

When they first went up the mountain, others were carrying knives and sticks. In the jungle, the law of huge profits made sure to eat a bowl of blood from the edge of a knife.Du Yunfeng also came with a knife on his back, but a rope was playfully tied to the scabbard, and under the rope was tied a square book wrapped in oil paper that looked like a medicine bag. It was thicker than green bricks and looked like a ghost drawing Foreign language, no one can understand.

Before eating, he had to pray, and he was very devout, even if he was dizzy from hunger, he couldn't omit it.Someone once protested, and before the complaints were finished, Du Yunfeng slapped his big knife on the table: "The Lord can save your soul, do you understand? Being a bandit hurts nature and justice, don't you know? You know shit!"

People who "know a fart" are dumbfounded from the word "lord", but it does not hinder the understanding from Boss Du's body language that "know a fart" is definitely not a good thing. Although it cannot be clearly stated, it is absolutely shocking I understand.

He can become the head of the family, of course he has his ability, he is fair, ruthless, young but has the demeanor of a big brother, and everyone tolerates a little eccentricity.Besides, in the village, there are big dancers in the village, waist drums and swords waving back and forth, monks and priests exorcising ghosts and demons, spraying wine and lighting fires. Everyone thinks they have seen the world. In comparison, Boss Du is not too unusual. Otherwise, why would he be a Du lunatic?

"Whoever offends the Lord again, don't blame me for doing justice for the heavens." Du Yunfeng sat back on his seat and greeted everyone happily again: "Come, come, let's pray again, louder!"

The master is invisible and intangible. Boss Du's blade is clear and he knows it well, so what's there to protest?Let alone praying, it is nothing to burn candles and incense all the year round.

Crazy Du, who is crazy about his own people, is hard to be understood by ordinary people outside.Every time he robbed a village, he would cross himself before leaving, saying, "May God forgive the sin, Amen!" He looked pious, as if he wasn't the one who put the knife on the villagers' necks just now.

Du Yunfeng is ruthless, but he is not dark-hearted. He has been on the mountain for less than a year, and brought his brothers down the mountain to "smash the kiln", which can be regarded as solving the basic needs of a group of people. , The morals of the world are not good, it's all to fill the stomach, there is no need to see blood all the time.

But he said the cruel words first, they are desperate to make a living, the brothers only seek money but not kill, and the villagers get to know each other.If the strong men in any village can't figure out how to resist, Boss Du will never soften his heart, and he will never be ambiguous when he raises his sword.

As for the harvest from the downhill, Crazy Du never eats more than he takes, and he never does his brother's vegetarian stew.

Dozens of men on the mountain have food with Boss Du, and if they do anything wrong, they will die miserably.

The millet porridge served with tortillas, Du Yunfeng ate very quickly, barely chewing, and slurped it into his mouth while holding the bowl.

At the foot of Black Eagle Mountain, the biting cold wind blows snowflakes wildly, the sun has already set, and the gloomy whistling sound in the Black Wind Forest bursts out.

Time passed little by little, and the fat and strong wolfdog had wandered behind the tree. Zhou Lan closed his eyes tightly and shrunk into a ball.

"puff"

The snow collapsed, followed by the howling of people and dogs. Several Japanese soldiers came to rescue them.

The Japanese soldiers who hadn't been caught screamed loudly, and all lay down on the spot, looking around vigilantly, and then crawled cautiously, loosening the ropes to save people.

At the bottom of the pit, there are wooden wedges in all directions, which are uneven and point upwards.People and dogs screamed together.

After a while, the wounded soldier was pulled up, but the dog was still howling at the bottom of the pit. After a while of Japanese muttering, there was a gunshot, and the dog was silent.

After weighing the pros and cons, he probably thought that it was not worth putting the Imperial Japanese Army in danger for an insignificant Chinese, especially in this dark and windy place with steep terrain.Besides, every drop of water turned to ice, and it was impossible for a single person to last till dawn.

The Japanese soldiers raised their guns carefully, and retreated after supporting the wounded soldiers.

It was safe, but Zhou Lan still shrunk into a ball and passed out.

The people on the mountain also heard the gunshots. Du Yunfeng, who was full, did not panic. He knew the surrounding terrain very well, especially the heavy snow outside. No one could do anything to him if he entered the mountain.So, he sent the second shopkeeper down the mountain to have a look, while he took a portion of food and wandered to other houses.

"Boy, come here!"

Du Yunfeng entered the room feeling cold and kicked the door behind him.In the corner leaning on the kang, there was a figure huddled. It was a half-grown boy. Hearing his voice, the boy raised his head nervously, with black eyebrows and big eyes, and a pointed chin.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, come over to eat, I won't beat you!"

Putting the meal on the side of the square wooden table, Du Yunfeng sat down and tapped the table rhythmically with two fingers.

This is true, Du Yunfeng never beat him, he snatched him from the mountain, not for the purpose of beating him.

The young man stared at the pancakes, clutched his growling stomach, and frightenedly moved towards this side, slowly walking along the edge of the Kang, as if the edge of the Kang could save him at any time.

When he got to the table, he picked up the bowl and wanted to run, but Du Yunfeng, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, held down his wrist and pulled him to his side: "Whatever you run, just eat here."

The boy hesitated for a moment, he actually knew that he couldn't run away, the smell of hot tortillas got into his nose, he had to fill his stomach before he could be afraid.

He took a big bite of the cake, his mouth was bulging, like a little frog, and hiccupped because of choking. Du Yunfeng patiently picked up the bowl and fed him the porridge: "Be gentle, thank you for being a young master, eat slowly, no sorry for you."

Song Shudong was kidnapped by Du Yunfeng. His father was a rich man in Songjia Village, but he wasn't particularly rich. It was just that the family could support a few more long-term workers.

That day, Du Yunfeng took his brothers down the mountain and smashed the kiln.Father Song was ignorant, and greeted the [-]th generation ancestors of the bandit family all over the place. Du Yunfeng was amused by his upright and fearless spirit.Du Yunfeng was not happy until Father Song really led the strong men in the yard to resist.

Du Yunfeng was a bandit at the beginning, and his professionalism was not very strong. He still had some conscience in his heart, and he didn't want human life at first, but when the knife and gun met, the blood rushed to his head, and the hesitation in his heart was gone.The annoyed Du Yunfeng rode a horse and wielded a broadsword to start the killing ring. He slashed as if he was not afraid of death, and lay on the ground with dead and wounded.

The bloody knife was aimed at Father Du's head. Du Yunfeng was considering whether to make an example of others, to stand up to others, and to be worthy of the name "Crazy Du" in the Jianghu. In front of the father: "Don't kill my father, you kill me, let my father go!"

Du Yunfeng's knife pointed from the father's head to Song Shudong's face, paused for a moment, then patted lightly, the blood stuck to his face, Song Shudong sat on the ground in fright, the three souls had already released seven souls, But he still insisted on standing in front of his father.

Looking at the white and red melon-seeded face, Du Yunfeng suddenly changed his mind, and tied up the people into rice dumplings, and a few gangsters hurriedly put the people on the horse's back, while Du Yunfeng touched Song Shudong's Ass, while making a price with the Song family father.

Half a year later, if you give me the money, I will return it to your son.

Song Shudong didn't know at the time that Du Yunfeng didn't have the original intention of kidnapping, but that he was bookish and stubborn, and that was what Du Yunfeng wanted.

Of course, it would be even better if some money was squeezed out by the way.

Song Shudong ate up the cake in two mouthfuls, and took a bowl of porridge to drink. Du Yunfeng was not idle, watching him eat, and groped along the hem of his clothes.

"Are you full?" Du Yunfeng smiled openly.

As the old saying goes, full and warm thinking.Now, that statement stands unilaterally.

Song Shudong put down the bowl and nodded.

"Then let me eat too?" Du Yunfeng smiled hippie

Song Shudong continued to nod hesitantly: "Then...be gentle, I hurt."

After being tied up on the mountain for a month, he became sensible and stopped resisting, because it was useless to resist. Du Yunfeng didn't look fat, but in fact, he was full of tendons, so he could easily bring him down.

"Good boy, you are so good!" Du Yunfeng chuckled, his beard was unshaven, but his teeth were neat and white.

He held Song Shudong in his arms with one hand, and the difference in stature made it easy for the young man to sit on his lap.He pinched and fumbled here and there, and when he had had enough of playing with him, he lifted his feet off the ground and placed them directly on the table where he had eaten just now.

Song Shudong didn't cooperate and didn't resist. When Du Yunfeng stretched out his tongue before, he bit it so hard that his mouth was bloody. Du Yunfeng didn't speak or make a move. torture".

Therefore, he can only pretend to be dead at this moment, and keep silent.

The house was busy with work, but there was loud noise outside, Du Yunfeng didn't have time to pay attention to it, now he would not stop selling gold bars outside, Song Shudong gritted his teeth and endured it silently, he missed his father, his home down the mountain, When these few months pass, his father will definitely bring money to redeem him, and he's not a young girl, just bear it, he comforts himself like this, his eyes are steaming.

Du Yunfeng seemed to be stimulated by this pure and innocent expression, and shivered.

Rolling up the cigarette and holding it in his mouth, Du Yunfeng pulled up his big cotton trousers with a flick of his legs. He was tall and long-legged, with well-proportioned muscles. He fastened the coarse cloth belt, and his well-defined abdominal muscles showed at the corners of the oil lamp.Turning his head to look at Song Shudong who was also pulling up his trousers, Du Yunfeng bit a cigarette and smiled brightly: "Little brat"

Song Shudong pretended he didn't hear, and straightened his clothes vigorously.

Du Yunfeng didn't expect him to respond, and continued with great interest: "Once you're a stranger and you're an acquaintance, don't be so awkward, I won't treat you badly." He pulled on his big cotton shoes and walked to the door: "I'll go and see What are those brats outside arguing about, you go to sleep outside."

There is a small kang in the outhouse, Du Yunfeng's big house does not allow him to stay for a long time, of course, he doesn't want to stay either.

Song Shudong didn't say a word, and went to sleep quickly while he was not hungry. If he was hungry, he would have nothing to eat, and the night would be even more difficult.

Du Yunfeng picked up his leather jacket and wrapped it up, opened the door to face the cold wind, and strode out.

"What's the noise in the middle of the night? Isn't it yelling that you haven't eaten enough? What are you talking about now!" Du Yunfeng was impatient with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He buttoned his leather jacket while walking, and the crowd immediately gave way.

"Big Brother", "Big Brother"...

A group of men who were applauding at the play just now nodded and bowed immediately. Many of them were older than Du Yunfeng, but instinctively, they showed great respect to this little big brother.

"Second, what are you doing?" Du Yunfeng separated from the crowd, staring at the second master.

In front of him, stood the second leader holding a whip in his hand. The second leader's name was Hu Fengbei, and he was named "Northern Wind Tiger" in the Jianghu newspaper. He was strong and sturdy.

In the snow, there was a humanoid "mixture of mud and snow" lying on its stomach. It was so dirty that it was completely invisible. The grass knife, but the "mixture of mud and snow" exhausted all its strength and did not arch out half a foot.

Du Yunfeng lifted his foot and kicked, the figure on the ground turned over, its face was covered with mud, it looked like a pig and a dog, with air in but not out, half dead, even the sloppy Du Yunfeng looked disgusted.

The second master put a thick whip on his body, and said back: "Brother, this is what I picked up in the forest at the foot of the mountain. I took the brothers to look for it, and I saw this kid hiding in a tree hole like a blind man, chasing him. The little devil has long since disappeared." He said that he touched the big green bag on his forehead, obviously suffering: "The little bastard gave me a stone as soon as he opened his eyes. I saw a ghost. "

As he said that, he pulled out the whip again, and the clay figurine on the ground groaned, unable to resist.

"Brother, this bastard dares to fight with me. If I didn't see him good-looking and wanted to bring him back to relieve our brothers' boredom, I would have thrown him down the mountain to feed the wolves! Hahaha"

Du Yunfeng clicked his tongue in his heart, and secretly laughed at the aesthetic taste of the second child, taking a mud monkey egg as a baby, it really makes people laugh out loud!In an instant, he wandered again about the spring scenery in the world that he tasted just now, and couldn't restrain himself from admiring himself greatly.

The difference between people is so big, Du Yunfeng thought while smoothing his disheveled hair triumphantly, and with a smile he glanced sideways at the complacent second shopkeeper, the two of them smiled thoughtfully and their beards trembled.

Du Yunfeng, who is at the peak of his mind, is too lazy to care about these shit. He teased and planned to withdraw: "You bastard can't understand the game, it's so fucking shameful, pull people away, play whatever you like, I'm going to sleep .” Du Yunfeng spat the cigarette butt on the clay figurine, turned around and left.

He went too far today and has no interest in mud monkey eggs.

The crowd cheered, as if to make up for the lack of meat today.

A group of men, suffocating in the deep mountains and old forests, seeing old sows with double eyelids, and what kind of men and women they are, although not everyone likes this, but they are not civilized people after all, so they will not pick if they are too suffocated.

"...Yunfeng" a soft call

"Du... Yunfeng," there was another sound, and the figure on the ground roared out with all its strength.But even if it was a roar, it was still a gasp, and it was blown away by the crowd of demons dancing and shouting.

No one noticed the ghosts and ghosts at all, but as if it came from the most familiar resonance in his heart, Du Yunfeng subtly captured this seemingly invisible voice.In the background of everyone's joy, he froze for a moment, only his own time slowed down for half a frame, he suddenly returned, grabbed snow and smeared the face of the clay figurine, and was shocked: "Master An!"

The little demons who danced wildly froze with a "click" and immediately realized that something was wrong, and the energy field of the carnival dissipated instantly.

Du Yunfeng quickly took off his cotton-padded jacket, wrapped his head and face over the young man, hugged him naked, and said angrily, "I hate you grandma, look at what you bastards have done!"

Things were going wrong, Madman Du began to scold the country.

This change was almost instantaneous, and the group of people were stunned. They saw the boss of the family holding him in his arms, and ran back to the room in three steps at a time, leaving behind a murderous sentence: "His grandma gave it to me!" Come here with a basin of snow!"