lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

Regarding the issue of Ye Shisan Primary School being separated on a trip and "nearly being abducted by someone (Xuanlin language)", Long Jiwei quickly explained the cause, process and result of the incident, and even the eighteen generations of Mao Qingxi's family ancestors Turned upside down.

Knowing the truth, Long Jiwei couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Comrade Xuanlin! Sit down for me!"

Xuanlin held Ye Shisan by the hand, and the father and son were arrogant, and they were about to go out to settle accounts with Mao Qingxi, who abused his power, and the negligent homeroom teacher.

As a result, Long Jiwei gave orders, and Ye Shisan, the first student, rebelled first, and immediately rushed back to hug Mommy's thigh, wagging his tail and crying: "I really want to eat jealous potato shreds, braised lamb leg, grilled lobster and big rib soup tonight." !"

Long Jiwei held the soft skin on the back of Ye Zhen's neck with one hand, lifted him into the air, and looked at each other expressionlessly for a while.

Ye Zhen flattered him: "Meow."

Long Jiwei smiled: "Meow—your sister, meow!!" He kicked Ye Zhen onto the sofa, and said angrily, "Little classmate Ye Shisan! Comrade Xuanlin! I have never seen anyone in the world who is stronger than you!" Shameless father and son, after a fight outside, they reported someone else's name!"

Ye Zhen fell into a pile of sofa cushions, hurriedly got up and sat down, propped his two front paws on the ground, and looked up at Long Jiwei with star-shaped eyes.

Xuan Lin said straightforwardly: "How can you report your name for this kind of behavior of fighting and making trouble outside, isn't it just waiting for others to come to ask for medical expenses! Besides, our son is so heavy handed, who knows if that person is paraplegic! One wants our son to serve him for the rest of his life..."

Ye Zhen hurriedly declared: "Mom! I didn't really fight!"

"Besides, the secretary surnamed Mao is not the one who likes to take the lead in singing praises. Our son is kind enough to give him a high hat for nothing. That kid must be too happy. Maybe he can even be rated as a city three-good student or something... Son! Let's do it again next time! If you cause trouble outside, just say your name is Mao Qingxi!"

Long Jiwei supported his forehead and said, "Don't worry about it, do you want me to send you back to Namek each with a fly swatter..."

Under Long Jiwei's high-pressure policy, Xuanlin finally failed to go to the school to settle the account of losing his son, and as compensation, Ye Shisan primary school student had the braised lamb leg and grilled lobster that he had been thinking of that night.

In addition, he also got a new mobile phone. Long Jiwei taught him how to make calls and send text messages in detail: "In case of emergency, call me and Xuanlin, and you can also call your classmates to contact each other. If you need it...but you don't have to call every 3 minutes to ask what's for dinner!"

Ye Shisan expressed his satisfaction.

He has always been very envious of the mobile phone family among the students, but because of his youthful self-esteem, he has always pretended to be indifferent and never showed his envy.

The separation incident was successfully transitioned, no one came to settle accounts with Mao Qingxi, and the head teacher was not dismissed by the school.Ye Zhen and Mao Qingxi still didn't speak at school, and when they met, they only gave each other a hard look.

Two weeks after the incident, one day when Long Jiwei was going out to do some errands, Xuan Lin came to pick up his son from school.

Something should have happened that day—Xuan Lin had a sudden whim and took his son out to eat small wontons.

Ye Zhen Pi Dian Pi Dian followed, and the two ordered a big bowl of wontons in chicken soup, a cage of steamed stuffed buns filled with soup, and a few side dishes, sitting by the street and eating them hot.Even a person like Xuanlin, who is not sticky in the world, lighted a cigarette leisurely and ate a steamed bun filled with soup, and the father and son were very happy.

Who would have thought that while he was enjoying himself, suddenly someone on the table not far away slapped him fiercely, and said sharply, "Ba Ge Ya Lu!"

The roar was like thunder, Ye Zhen shook his hand, and the small wonton rolled down the coat, leaving a trail of stains.

Xuanlin was also taken aback: "What's wrong! What's wrong, this is!"

The diners turned their heads one after another, only to see that the shop owner was standing there either hiding or not, smiling uglier than crying, two Japanese yelling across the table, and there were several overturned bowls in front of him.

One of the Japanese knocked on the table and said angrily in blunt Chinese: "Are you looking down on people! Why do you sell us at a higher price than others? You think foreigners can cheat at will, don't you?"

The boss said with a bitter face: "Okay, you two gentlemen, it's only one yuan. The shop doesn't know Taishan, so I think you two can't understand Chinese..."

He admitted it honestly and readily, and the onlookers were a little dumbfounded.Dalian is a tourist attraction, and some small vendors will take the opportunity to kill foreigners when they see foreigners, ranging from a few yuan to dozens of yuan-this is also a common occurrence.Anyway, the price of the roadside shop is not accurate, the boss can get as much as he wants, and the bullying people can't understand Chinese.

Who knew that these two Japanese could understand Chinese and know what the price was on the menu. The little boss stole the chicken and kicked the rice to the iron plate.

"Isn't it okay if I apologize to the two of you? How about it, [-]% off the original price, do you two think it's okay?"

The little boss nodded and bowed his head, while the Japanese who had yelled at him cursed and threw his bowl: "You Chinese are the best liars, and you do it for a small amount of money. You really have no shame!"

"What are you talking about? Who doesn't know how to be ashamed? Isn't it just one dollar, what about it?" The little boss also got angry, pointed to the door and said: "I've already apologized, what else do you want? Yes, In order to express the apology of the shop, the money will not be charged to you two, you can go!"

The Japanese wanted to scold, but was pulled back by his companion, and said something loudly in Japanese.Ye Zhen didn't understand what he meant, and Xuan Lin's face sank instantly.

Ye Zhen lay half on Xuanlin's shoulder: "Uncle! What did that man say?"

"Who is your uncle, call him Dad—!" Xuan Lin casually said: "I didn't say anything, let's go."

He got up and dropped the two twenty bills on the table without asking for change.Who knew that before reaching out to pull Yezhen, the Japanese who spoke blunt Chinese laughed loudly, and said loudly: "That's right, we shouldn't have taken our money! How could a grandpa come to visit his grandson's house? The reason why the grandson still needs to collect money from grandpa?"

This time, not only Ye Zhen, but also the faces of many people in the store changed at the same time.

If this was said elsewhere, it might just be pure insult.But in Lushun and Nanjing, this is a shame and a shame that is integrated into the flesh and blood.

The cities that suffered massacres, where countless women were raped by the Japanese invading army; the war is over, and so is the era, but the scars seared in their souls remain forever—some Japanese right-wingers still claim that the two The local Chinese are actually descendants of the Japanese!

Such malicious speculation is an intolerable national humiliation for any nation in the world!What's more, the Chinese pay more attention to ancestors and blood than any other nation!

Ye Zhen's hands trembled, Xuan Lin grabbed his shoulders tightly, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive! Wait first!"

The Japanese laughed, and his companion threw a bill on the table and dragged him out.

Ye Zhen could barely hear anything else, and when he saw them leaving, he almost rushed up with red eyes.Xuan Lin held him down, slapped his head, and said sharply: "Do you want to make trouble in the street!"

Ye Zhen was trembling all over, and his teeth were chattering.Xuan Lin stared at him for a long time before he gradually recovered a little bit of sanity.

"I'm going to kill them," he repeated nervously, "I'm going to kill them."

Xuanlin frowned, and said for a while: "In this era, there are police and laws. If you are arrested, it will be very difficult to keep you out-understand?"

Ye Zhen regained consciousness and said, "I understand."

The blood in his eyes gradually receded, but his eyes were still cold and piercing.

Xuan Lin let go of the hand holding his shoulder, stared at him for a few seconds, nodded his watch and said, "I'll wait for you for 10 minutes, go and come back quickly."

Ye Zhen panted, nodded slowly, turned around and ran away quickly, and quickly disappeared at the corner of the street.

When Ye Zhen came home that night, he covered his face with the hood of his coat, and there was a bruise at the corner of his mouth, which looked like he had been beaten.

Long Jiwei leaned on the sofa to read the documents, stretched out his hand and said, "Ye Shisan! Come here! Who hit you?"

Ye Zhen shook his head in front of him sullenly, and hid in the room without saying a word.

Long Jiwei asked: "Is this child broken in love?"

玄鳞叭叭叭的捏着手指关节，一脸趾高气扬的走过来，狞笑道：“没失恋，不过被他亲爱的爸爸大人我给揍了。”

"..." Long Jiwei asked, "Why did you beat him up?"

Xuanlin then sat down next to Long Jiwei, leaned on Long Jiwei at a distorted and unbelievable angle, and repeated what happened at the small wonton stall today with more details.When it came to the conversation between the two Japanese in Japanese, Long Jiwei understood immediately, and said in surprise: "There are still such strong Japanese in Northeast China these days? Aren't you afraid of being sacked when you walk on the street?"

Xuanlin casually said: "Two hundred and five go everywhere. Didn't there be a Japanese exchange student who went to a mass grave in Nanjing the year before last to spit, and was held down and slapped more than a dozen times on the spot... Honestly. Let’s just say, even if those two people didn’t meet our son today, they would definitely be helpless, there were so many people in the shop at that time.”

He once again reported to Long Jiwei how Ye Zhen went to find the two Japanese, and his tone was a little complacent: "Our son is still very smart! He grabbed the wallet and ran away! He ran to an alley where no one was around. Let's fight directly! The battle will be resolved in 5 minutes!"

Long Jiwei said: "Very well, Comrade Xuanlin, Ye Shisan not only learned to fight and frame you with you, but also learned to steal people's wallets... Take your hand off me! Such a big man, don't Come here all day to beg for a face rub!"

Xuanlin said angrily: "Don't you love me!"

Long Jiwei turned over a page of the document and said coldly: "You can also punch me in the face like you did to Ye Shisan, and then try to see if you can walk out of this door alive..."

Xuanlin: "..."

Xuanxin was obedient, covering her chest with both hands and making tears: "Dad, I'm educating my dear son! Dad, if I don't wake him up, those two little devils can now be sent to the burning Yes! Do you know, mother of the child! Our son stepped on that little devil on the sole of his feet, twisted off ten fingers one by one, twisted one by one and asked: Who is who's grandfather? Hmm? Who is who's grandfather?"

Long Jiwei said angrily: "Who is the mother of the child?!"

Xuanlin shyly said: "All in all, that's it. When Ye Shisan's little classmate went berserk and started killing, dear dad, I rushed up, shouted flatly, and woke up the lost lamb! Then I carried him away. Came home."

"...what did you say?"

"Cough cough, let me tell you!" Xuan Lin raised his head and chest, and said righteously: "I slapped him on the head and said: Mao Qingxi! Stop beating! Your mother told you to go home for dinner!"

Long Jiwei: "..."

Long Jiwei stared at Xuanlin expressionlessly, and said slowly for a while: "You father and son are really ruined..."

The light was not turned on in the small room, and Ye Zhen lay on the bed, staring at the blurred silhouette of the ceiling in the darkness.

He originally thought that the aftertaste of anger would last for a long time, but who knew that when he lay down, he felt only tired mentally, and even his body was numb.

He remembered that when he was apprenticed to a teacher before, the ancestor once taught: "We martial arts practitioners need to endure what ordinary people can't bear, and we need to surpass ordinary people's moral character, repay grievances with virtue, and influence others, in order to achieve excellence. territory."

Ye Zhen was young at that time, and immediately dismissed the patriarch: "The sage Confucius said: repay grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue, and how can you explain it, master?"

The patriarch was displeased and asked, "Zhuzi! So what should you think?"

Ye Zhendao: "Repaying grievances directly with virtue for virtue can be called a gentleman; repaying grievances for grievances with virtue for virtue is the true nature of a human being!"

Ye Zhen suffered a lot because of this sentence, and was finally sent home by his master. His master's evaluation of him was: he is a stubborn young man with a paranoid heart, and he is not a person who can practice martial arts.But his father didn't agree with it. Ye Zhen was a martial arts genius who was well-known far and wide, so he quickly found another master for him to learn the secret art of acupuncture.

Acupuncture is not like in martial arts novels, it seems that anyone can learn it casually.In fact, in some places, the disciples who are allowed to learn acupoints have undergone multiple tests. Their character and virtue must be perfect, and even a little flaw in their personality is not acceptable.

Ye Zhen's second master was different from the old master who "returned grievances with virtue", he liked this young and energetic young apprentice very much, and praised him many times: "He has a pure heart, a clear spiritual platform, and he will become a great weapon in the future! "

If there is no war, Ye Zhen may really be able to continue to practice until he becomes a rare master, or even a generation of masters.

But the massacre broke out, and Ye Zhen of that era lived through the age of 15, and then died under his childhood beliefs: repay kindness with kindness with complaints; tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

He will never be able to advocate "tolerance and understanding" like the people of this era. What he wants to do most is to vent out his resentment and anger ten times and a hundred times, no matter whether the other party is a descendant of the mountain family or acts outspoken Crazy ordinary Japanese.

Even with Xuanlin pulling tightly behind him, he could not avoid walking into the abyss.

That road has no light, no end, no turning back.

Ye Zhen sighed hoarsely and closed his eyes tightly.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, Xuan Lin knocked on the door panel and asked: "Son, are you asleep?"

Ye Zhen closed his eyes, too lazy to move.

There was silence in the room. After a while, Xuanlin said lightly: "If you still can't figure it out, you can stay alone until you figure it out. Leave the dinner on the dining table, and come out to eat by yourself when you are hungry."

He closed the door gently, and the lock clicked softly.

While classmate Ye Shisan was lying on the bed angry with his father, in the corridor outside the operating room of a certain hospital in Dalian, the elevator door opened, and Hei Ze was surrounded by a group of subordinates, striding over in a hurry.

His assistant Xiao Yuan Chichun hurriedly greeted him, and respectfully presented the doctor's report folder: "Mr. Kurosawa! The doctor's preliminary report has come out, and Yamada-kun's finger may be amputated, and even if it is cured, it is impossible Stop using your fingers!"

Kurosawa asked coldly, "Where's the other person?"

"The situation is better, but the ten fingers are also comminuted, and all the phalanges are broken into pieces... The operation may take another two to three hours..."

The assistant's voice became softer, Kurosawa's face was indifferent, and no one in the corridor dared to speak out.

It took him a while to hear him ask in a low voice: "What the two of them said to a group of Chinese people on the street, do you dare to repeat it in front of me?"

"..." Even the assistant lowered his head as hard as he could, hating himself for not being air.

"How many times have I been told that this is Northeast China, the three eastern provinces, and it is only [-] kilometers away from Lushun! You must be very careful when interacting with the locals here. Anyone who dares to make trouble deserves to be beaten to death on the street! I How many times have I said that!"

Kurosawa slammed the folder on the bodyguard's head, and the bodyguard staggered, and tiptoely lowered his head and stood still.

The assistant bowed desperately, with a trembling voice: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mr. Kurosawa! The two colleagues who were beaten were brought by Mrs. Shandi. Our management was negligent for a while. Please don't blame Mr. Kurosawa! Don't blame it!..."

Heisawa was about to say something when the elevator door opened behind him, and a lazy voice dragged out his tone: "Oh—cousin, did you teach the family dog ​​a lesson for a little thing again? It's really harsh. "

When Kurosawa turned his head, he saw a young man wearing a floral shirt and black trousers who looked like Takashi Yamachi leaning on the elevator door, accompanied by two women with low eyebrows.

"Hello, long time no see! Cousin Kurosawa!"

"..." Kurosawa whispered, "Shanjiren... why are you here?"

The man named Shandiren tilted his head and waved his hands: "Because it is said that my lovely brother Ah Chong has woken up. As the eldest son of the Shandi family, it is necessary to restore the family's broken pride with his own hands. I didn't expect such a lively incident to happen when I first came here. My mother's dog had its sharp teeth broken. Is this true?"

With one hand in his pocket, he casually walked in along the corridor, and the people on both sides bowed ninety degrees to him.

Kurosawa was cold and brief: "Yamada and Shiina met the person who injured Chong, and because of his speechless words, ten fingers were broken."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's the one who calls himself Ye Zhen, whose real name is Mao...?"

"Mao Qingxi."

"Oh, Mao Qingxi." Shan Diren made an exaggerated "I see" gesture to one of his female companions.

"Okay, cousin, since I'm here, in order to appease my mother's anger, I'll go meet our heroic little friend first. Of course, it's okay if you want to come together, we can carry him separately." head and body to see mother... well, what do you think?"

Kurosawa glanced at him, with an imperceptible sneer in his eyes: "No, I'll wait for your good news."

Shan Diren raised an eyebrow and shrugged politely, as if very regretful.

"Remember to restrain your people." Heisawa strode towards the elevator, and when he passed by him, he said: "If you cause any trouble again, I will definitely not clean up any mess for the Mountain Family."

Shan Diren shook his head "tsk tsk tsk tsk" for a while, until Kurosawa left the hospital with his people, he turned his head, looked at the empty corridor, and said with a sneer: "Of course... I'm right, my omnipotent cousin .”

The author has something to say: Biao, Dalian dialect, has complicated meanings, which can be understood as: "Two hundred and five."