lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

Ye Xiao's life at school was not very pleasant, on the contrary, he was still the same isolated.

The Six People of the Year have always been in a leading position in this group of teenage students.There is always a phenomenon of blind obedience in children, and a few "favored children" who are popular, loved by teachers, and have good academic performance are always easy to become the objects of others to emulate.

Whoever they accept will be easily accepted by other students; whoever they reject will be likely to be isolated by other students.

Ye Shisan was tragically isolated.

One day when Long Jiwei was not at home, Xuanlin asked Ye Zhen while writing down the noodles: "Son, I don't think you have any friends at school."

Ye Zhen said: "Uncle Xuanlin, don't pour sesame oil into the noodles, please, I don't eat sesame oil...and the chili is what I use to soak my hands, don't throw it into the noodles—!"

Ye Zhen snatched the chili pepper, put it into the soup mixed with various medicinal materials and fried it raw, then turned off the heat when it boiled, and put his hand into it to soak.

Xuanlin said angrily: "Long Jiwei's next fresh water noodle, you can eat it all, why is it so troublesome when it's my turn?!"

Ye Zhen immediately retorted: "Long Jiwei hugs my thigh, why don't you hug me too?"

The father and son each occupied a stove, Xuan Lin was serving noodles, and Ye Zhen soaked his hands.His hands were slightly red from the soak, and the veins protruded little by little, and then slowly disappeared after a while. The blush spread from his hands to his entire arm, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

"Hmph, I only give Long Jiwei a hug on my thigh...I'm much more powerful than Long Jiwei, you know? According to ancient records, there are dragons in southern Xinjiang. Their scales are like black iron and they are as smooth as jade. Climbing to the sky at the spring equinox, diving into the abyss at the autumnal equinox..."

Xuanlin's tone was extremely complacent, he took out the noodles and put them on the table, then said: "Here."

After soaking his hands, Ye Zhen wiped his hands dry, casually ate two mouthfuls of noodles, and said, "Mr. Long, you can cook for 2 minutes less next time, these noodles are really rotten."

"Stinky boy, do you like to eat or not—!" Xuan Lin said angrily, "Do you think everyone is like that useless man like your uncle, who only knows how to walk around the pot all day long, and can cook a table casually?" The whole banquet comes out..."

"I won't eat." Ye Zhen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and Shi Shi ran out of the kitchen.

He came to the room, took out a bag of iron sand the size of a rice bag from the closet and hung it up, closed his eyes and channeled his inner strength, put his fingers together, and poked lightly into the bag of iron sand.

This poke was quite quick, and it seemed that the force was not strong, but the hard iron sand bag immediately sank into a deep hole.

Ye Zhen didn't open his eyes, and his fingers flew like lightning, hitting seventeen or eight deep pits like lightning.The iron sand bag weighing several hundred kilograms was shaken by him, as if it was about to fall down.

Xuanlin folded his arms and leaned against the door, sneering: "Son, you can't make friends in school because of this, you know? You are a typical preparatory juvenile delinquent. According to Long Jiwei, the invisible society is not good. Stability factor, people like you are the ones who crack down on pornography and illegal activities..."

Ye Zhen put his hands back and concentrated, let out a breath slowly, and immediately retorted: "What qualifications does a little yellow-haired boy have to make friends with this young master?"

Xuanlin looked at his face, smiled and said nothing, and didn't try to expose him, just asked for a while: "How old were you when you started practicing this?"

"Forgot." Ye Zhen thought about it and said, "From the time I remember, soaking your hands with medicine every day can help the circulation of internal energy."

"Oh...is it difficult?"

"It's not bad. There are two suns in the upper heaven, and four soft halls in the mouth of blood; the injuries behind the ears are all dead, and the thenar of the injured fetus dies immediately... stop taking medicine when the back is broken, and die standing upright with a smile; hurt the second breast and the chest. , Hundreds of people died in Quanxiang. Anyway, these are the things, but the details are more particular.”

Ye Zhen took his iron sand bag away, and said: "The same acupuncture point, hit with the same strength, may only cause a coma in the morning, and may cause death in the evening. According to traditional Chinese medicine The acupoints on the human body open and close according to the time of day, the same acupoints are connected to different meridians, and the meridians may be connected to each other and affect each other, so... In short, most of my life is actually spent on reciting books."

He put the iron sand bag on the floor, Xuanlin came over, squatted in front of him, and patted Ye Zhen's face with his hand.

"Son," he said, "one cannot live too hard, don't push yourself too hard."

Ye Zhen lowered his head and did not speak.

"If you like it, do it like a sport. Don't put your life on the line for revenge. Put your life on the line."

Xuan Lin stretched out his hand and gave Ye Zhen a weak hug, and said, "Son, you are just a child, let us adults do the work."

Ye Zhen was in his arms, with his chin resting on his broad shoulders, and he could see the fine and firm cloth pattern on the Xuanlin black shirt.

After a long while, he whispered: "You don't understand that feeling. There are thousands of years in a day in the mountains. When you turn your head and go down the mountain, everyone you know, all the compatriots in your hometown, have all been slaughtered in various tragic postures. In front of you. The dead city, Lushun has become a completely dead city."

"I was walking in a sea of ​​blood. Both sides of the road were full of limbs and arms. Pregnant women were stabbed on bayonets. Men were beaten into bloody mud like honeycombs. Even cats and dogs were cut in two. It was dark, the whole city was silent, no candles were lit in any house—thousands of houses were instantly emptied because everyone was slaughtered."

"2 people, [-] innocent lives, all of them are my family members."

"Uncle Xuanlin," Ye Zhen finally said, "I know that times have changed. Modern people advocate forgetting hatred, being friendly with neighbors, helping each other in natural and man-made disasters...but that is what you modern people think. I am a barbaric and ignorant person. , and uneducated people, I only know blood debts."

Xuanlin stared at Ye Zhen's face, a 15-year-old boy with a thin and stubborn figure, his eyes were numb and gray like an old man.

"..." Xuanlin sighed and said, "Well, it stands to reason that I shouldn't meddle in other people's affairs, but...if you want to do something, please say hello to me and Long Jiwei in advance. Anyway , you are our child."

Ye Zhen opened his mouth, said with a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Xuanlin induced him: "What should you call me?"

Just as Ye Zhen was about to speak, the door lock sounded suddenly, and Long Jiwei walked from the entrance to the living room, only to hear him knocking on the table and sternly saying: "Student Ye Shisan! Why do you only eat half of the meal? It's wrong to waste food Do you know! Be careful, I will pack you up and send you to Beijing to listen to Chu Ci's ideological and moral classes every day!"

Xuanlin: "..."

Ye Zhen: "..."

The two jumped up, scrambling to the living room. Ye Zhen, relying on his dexterity, jumped up and hugged Long Jiwei's thigh first, crying: "Mom! Uncle Xuanlin's noodles are all mushy! And the clear soup Odd water! Didn't even put a drop of sesame oil——!"

Xuanlin furiously said: "Who said he doesn't eat sesame oil, huh?!"

Long Jiwei held Ye Zhen by the back of his neck in one hand, and took a bite of the noodles with chopsticks in the other. After a while, his eyes looking at Xuanlin were very numb.

"Comrade Xuanlin," he said, "You will be accused of child abuse if you do this."

Xuanlin: "..."

With a paralyzed face, Long Jiwei took out his wallet and prepared to go downstairs to order takeaway.Little classmate Ye Zhen wagged his tail and happily followed Director Long Jiu's ass, begging in every possible way for roast leg of lamb, beef tenderloin, and oily and spicy crayfish.

Xuan Lin's figure slowly petrified, and then drifted away with the wind bit by bit.

"It's too much..."

According to the legend, Comrade Black Dragon Xuanlin, who was extremely powerful and invincible, finally couldn't help but burst into tears, and complained tremblingly: "Mommy control... Mommy control or something! The most disgusting——!"

The school of Ye Shisan Primary School organized patriotic education, and the teacher announced the news in class.

——Go to Lushun and visit the Wanzhong Tomb.

Xuanlin's father, who was disgusted by everything in the kitchen, went out with little classmate Ye Shisan, bought a pack of cakes, snacks, salted duck eggs, stuffed them all into the backpack, and nagged and taught: "Remember to share with your classmates. Eat, take this opportunity to make some warm and beautiful little girls as friends!"

Ye Zhen nodded perfunctorily and said, "Mmm! Mmm!"

As a result, Comrade Xuanlin's painstaking efforts were once again in vain.

On the day of departure, Ye Zhen sat alone in the last row of the bus, sleeping in a corner with his coat wrapped around his head. The classmates chattered in the bus, the girls exchanged snacks, and the boys fought and fought, but he didn't wake him up.

When we arrived at Wanzhong’s Mausoleum, students from several classes got out of the car in a row. The teachers carried their coats and horns and yelled a few times before calling all the students in their class together, and then went to the cemetery in small groups. Go deep.

The Wanzhong Mausoleum Cemetery Memorial Hall is divided into four exhibition areas. The students lined up to enter the gate and looked at the photos along the way.There are old pictures of the late Qing Dynasty in the glass display cabinets. The Lushun Street before the Sino-Japanese War was gray, and a woman in a bloated cheongsam could be vaguely seen standing in front of the shop.

The girls pointed: "It's so shabby——"

"Dark—"

The boys played and laughed all the way, one tripped that one, and that one overturned this one... It was like hundreds of ducks in a cage.

Ye Zhen walked alone at the end of the long line, with a big hood covering his head and face, expressionless.

"Students pay attention——! Next, we will visit 'Lushun in the Sino-Japanese War of Sino-Japanese War.'

The photos in the exhibition area were replaced by strong boats and powerful artillery bombarding Lushunkou, and two Japanese riding on horses, looking down at the tragic scene of corpses all over the ground.

"It's scary! I'm going to have a nightmare at night!"

"Yeah yeah! It's scary!"

The girls covered their eyes, and soon they went to the bathroom hand in hand in small groups.

Mao Qingxi and his brothers gathered around the teacher, pointing to the pictures in the display case: "Yes, the massacre lasted for three days and three nights... 2 people were killed, and some say it was 36. Some people said that Lushun was killed There are only 800 people left, that's a rumor... In fact, there are more than [-] people left."

Several teenage children were ignorant and asked, "There are so many! Why don't you organize to resist the devils?"

"They all hid and ran for their lives, Chinese people..." Mao Qingxi smiled and lost the expression "you understand".

Ye Zhen was lying on the glass booth, motionless at first, but suddenly raised his head, and stared at Mao Qingxi in a blink of an eye.

That look was like a thorn, cold to the bone.Mao Qingxi bumped into this gaze accidentally, and for some reason, his scalp went numb.

He stayed for a few seconds before remembering to stare back, but Ye Zhen had already turned his head.

After visiting the exhibition hall, it was almost lunch time. The students were transferred to the tombstone of Wan Zhong's tomb, and had a picnic on the grass.

The tomb of Wanzhong is made of yellow-gray bricks and stones, with a huge copper plate welded on it, writing the time when the Lushun massacre took place-1894.11.21-24. The national shame of three days and three nights was thus condensed into Several pale figures cast in bronze.

There are also two lines of big characters written on the copper plate, which are four sentences:

A terrifying city, a city with corpses piled up like mountains.

A bloody city, a city of desperate struggle.

Ye Zhen stood in front of the tombstone, looking up at the words on it, his face was ashen.

Many boys were playing and swinging on the chains on the grass. Mao Qingxi stood with their group of boys and girls pointing out the country, and read the English translation under the big characters, saying: "The first three sentences are true, but the last sentence is true." Not necessarily. If you really resisted to the death, how could so many people be killed? No one fought in the face of the catastrophe, and they all ran for their lives. It's really strange that they didn't get killed..."

A few students laughed, "Yes, yes, you know a lot!" "How do you know so many things~"

Mao Qingxi laughed and said: "It was the same during the War of Resistance Against Japan. A few devils could control a small city in China with guns in their hands. The Japanese devils didn't have to bother at all by selecting traitors from among the Chinese and bragging about their compatriots. National inferiority..."

The more sentimental girl immediately nodded in agreement, sighed and said, "There's no way..."

"That's right……"

Ye Zhen turned his head and stared at them coldly.

Mao Qingxi stared back unwillingly, stared at each other for a few seconds, and said provocatively, "What do you want?"

The girl hurriedly tugged at him, and said hostilely: "Let's go, let's ignore him."

Mao Qingxi took a step forward, frowned and shouted, "What are you looking at?!"

Ye Zhen turned around so that he was almost face to face with this group of people.

"Can you shoot?" Unexpectedly, Mao Qingxi did not expect Ye Zhen's voice to be very flat.

"..." Mao Qingxi was stunned for a moment, and said, "No way. You will?!"

Ye Zhen was expressionless, and asked again: "Then you face a whole army of invaders equipped with muskets and bayonets, will you run?"

Mao Qingxi stopped talking, and stared at Ye Zhen in disgust.

The girl kept tugging on his sleeve and acting coquettishly: "Let's go! Let's ignore him, let's go!"

"Those people were all unarmed civilians who couldn't shoot or bayonet. They broke into their houses and set fire to them. They were killed before they could resist. Some wanted to resist, but they had no weapons and no one to protect them. The consequence of resistance is to be hacked to death on the street!" Ye Zhen's voice suddenly became sharp: "Even cattle, sheep, cats and dogs were hacked to death! No house is complete! The fire burned for more than ten days, more than ten days!"

He took a step forward, and Mao Qingxi retreated reflexively.

"When the man was hacked to death, he watched his wife and children being raped. He couldn't stand his eyes! The Japanese stepped on the corpse of the old man and laughed. They killed more Chinese people than anyone else! 2 people were massacred in the whole city. How do you let the remaining 800 people resist! Are you rushing out to resist!"

The roar attracted a lot of attention, and the students stood up from the grass, bewildered.

Ye Zhen took a fierce step forward and raised his hand. Mao Qingxi thought he was about to make a move, so he raised his hand to cover his head as if getting an electric shock.

"stop it!"

"Do not fight!"

The students all exclaimed, but to everyone's surprise, Ye Zhen's raised hand slowly dropped.

"If I were your father," he said coldly, "I'll beat you to death with a belt in front of the ancestor's spiritual tablet."

"..." Mao Qingxi stared at him helplessly, unable to utter a word.

Someone in his group of brothers wanted to yell, but before he could speak, Ye Zhen turned around and left.The extremely thin figure of the young man walked towards the woods alone, without even looking back.