The store directly surrounded the school? Then I had no choice but to become the canteen of this broken school. You wanted me not to sell liquor stores. You asked Xu Le to come back and tear down this wall, so that my store could be moved out. "
Nam Sangmi covered her forehead in pain. She didn't know why Xu Le insisted on putting that humble convenience store on campus, and she didn't know what was the problem between the two men. She just didn't have the energy to deal with more. the problem.
However, she did not expect that when she just walked to the stairs, she was stopped by a man with extraordinary temperament. The man smiled and asked, "Hello, are you the principal of Nan Xiangmei?"
"I am, but how did you get in?"
Nam Sang Mi frowned and stared at him, thinking about the men in the security department, should at least one person stay behind even if they were going to sweep the grave
"I went to your school with Shang Qiu." The man explained with a smile.
Nan Xiangmei relaxed and asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Because I couldn't find Xu Le today, I have a few words that I would like to trouble Principal Nam Sangmi to pass on to him. Please tell him that I am the groom who lost his bride because he returned from the empire, and I have officially been officially announced a year ago. Joining the four divisions of Qinglong Mountain, if he never lets go of Shang Qiu and refuses to take responsibility, then I will pursue Ms. Zhang Xiaomeng."
Nan Xiangmei covered her lips, looked at him admiringly, and said, "This trick is really cruel, and your intelligence work is really good, but you have to leave a name?"
The man smiled and said, "Introduce yourself, I'm your cousin, my surname is Cao and my name is Juren. My father is the Cao Qiudao who left the Cao family very early."
Hearing that name, Nam Sang Mi couldn't let go of the hand that was on her lips.
However, it was clear that the troubles at the Foothill Technical School were not over yet. There was smoke and dust at the entrance of the school, and more than a dozen dark green military vehicles roared in. The seven former members of the gatehouse, Shanpao, dared to go up to dozens of special forces with live ammunition, but when they saw the little ancestor in the military vehicle in the front, they fell into a state of absolute silence.
There was so much noise on the campus that even Shang Qiu couldn't help walking out. She and Nan Xiangmei stood side by side by the railing, and when they saw the girl who jumped out of the military vehicle, they couldn't help but look at each other to indicate You go up and then go down together when no one is stupid.
The girl who jumped out of the military vehicle was Zhong Fireworks. She made a special trip from Xilin to the capital to attend the inauguration ceremony of the new president of the Federation. Naturally, it was impossible not to come here.
Having been the head of the Zhong family for many years, the beautiful girl in her twenties has now become a serious beauty, but the words mature and steady seem to have nothing to do with her.
"Two sisters-in-law, that beast is not at school?"
Shang Qiu and Nan Xiangmei frowned at the same time. Shang Qiu didn't care that she called Xu Le a beast, but he didn't want to be called a sister-in-law by her. Nan Xiangmei was very sweet when she was called by her sister-in-law. Hearing her calling Xu Le a beast, she quit. Annoyed, he said, "How can you say that your brother is a beast."
Zhong Yanhua pursed her lips and blew a sigh of relief. She blew the watermelon bangs on her forehead into the air, and said mockingly, "An empire has occupied so many beautiful girls from the Federation, isn't it a beast?"
Nan Xiangmei was speechless.
Zhong Yanhua walked up to Shang Qiu with a smile, stretched out her index finger without warning, and poked at her bulging chest.
Shang Qiu was not afraid of her at all, and he was already mentally prepared. He slapped him away and reprimanded, "They are all big girls, why are they still like when they were young."
"I'm curious." Zhong Yanhua smiled and narrowed his eyebrows into crescent moons, but his frowning eyebrows exuded endless unwillingness, and said resentfully: "Why can't I grow?"
Shang Qiu said calmly, "My chest and my mind belong to the category of genius."
Zhong Yanhua stretched out her hand to lift the bangs that fell again, and said angrily, "Even if I can't marry that beast, I'm still your aunt, can you be more polite, and don't always attack the girl's fragile self-confidence like this?"
"And don't forget, I'm younger than you, and you're all getting old... Well, I admit that you don't look very old now, but you will definitely be older than me!"
Then she turned to Nan Xiangmei's education and said: "Sister Nan Xiang, I also had a good time in your manor, I must remind you that your temper is too weak, and you have to fight for meat with those wolves like tigers. Eat it, but be a little ruthless!"
Not waiting for Shang Qiu and Nan Xiangmei to get angry at the same time, Zhong Yanhua spread out his hands and asked innocently, "I just want to know where my brother has gone, can anyone tell me?"
There is an ancient temple in the mountainous area of S3, with yellow eaves, columns and powder walls. The style of the former dynasty is very strong. Mrs. Tai, who still wears light linen clothes to cover her body, has a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes than before. With a long sharp knife, chop the onions on the cutting board as if they were layered on top of each other, then use your fingertips to pinch them up and sprinkle them evenly on the freshly fried lamb chops.
Mrs. Tai suddenly felt very tired, and murmured softly: "He won't take any more medicine, he won't want a child, he has to leave, then what is my hard work for so many years, and who am I for? Who are you working hard for?"
A hand stretched out from behind her and took the plate of lamb chops sprinkled with onion shavings and fragrant. The man said with a silly smile: "I still like to eat the lamb chops that you made, mother."
Mrs. Tai turned around and hugged the young man who was taller than her and had a naive look in her eyes. She didn't know if it was because of the onion cutting or something else. Tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes. .
She sobbed and said, "Even he's gone, these two unscrupulous things!"
Outside a secret airport somewhere on the outskirts of the capital, looking at the black spaceship that disappeared into the clouds, Xu Le squinted his eyes subconsciously, and touched his left wrist, where only the bracelet was missing, and the bracelet Jian Shui'er gave him was gone. He murmured in a low voice, "It's all gone."
Zou Yu stood beside him quietly, holding a red flower gently in his hand: "I don't know if they can find Zu Xing, although there is a star map now, but that spaceship is definitely not as advanced as the spaceship back then, The universe is very dangerous, who knows what will happen next moment."
"They are all people who go for their ideals. It is really a beautiful thing to be able to do something about it before death comes."
Xu Le looked at Bai Qi who was crying like tears in the distance, looked at this legendary woman who turned from a prostitute to the first lady of the Federation, and suddenly said: "Lin Banshan finds out that he has not caught up with this broken ship, will he also Cry into tears, and then cut Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu directly?"
Zou Yu said: "Judging from his passion for aesthetics in the universe, it is very likely."
The world is like this, some people want to stay, some people want to leave, some want to stay but are forced to leave, and some want to leave but have no choice but to stay.
She looked at the few red petals in front of her shoes and asked softly, "When are you leaving?"
"Paul's wedding is still 20 days away. I will leave the day after tomorrow and come back in two months."
"Do you want to bring someone? The remnants of Li Zaidao are now working as pirates in Bermuda."
"No." Xu Le explained: "There are old things on this side of the passage looking at me, so it should be fine. On the other side of the passage, no one will be stupid enough to attack me."
At this moment, a slender voice that was a little flustered and proud suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Lele, the old thing has gone. I'll look at this side of the passage now."
Xu Le's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked to the sky subconsciously, trying to find the trace of the tattered spaceship, but where could he see it, he asked in shock, "Philip? You actually stayed? It's not a good idea. What? How to replace the old stuff to control the spaceship?"
"He also really wants to see what Zu Xing looks like now." Philimon's tone became serious: "The federation plus the empire, only he has lived there and has memories."
Xu Le was silent for a long time, then smiled and stopped thinking about it. It is the most important right of every intelligent life to find his most cherished memories.
"I'm just worried, the old thing returned the Charter Network to you. With your current frivolous temperament, you still have the ability to manage those trivial and boring jobs."
"What's so trivial about it?"
Philip laughed and said: "That old guy Lele has been reluctant to play with you, I will show you, find a time for us to connect to the grid, and then I will help you easily unify the universe!"
Xu Le responded angrily, "Who would want to do that kind of shit?"
Philip was obviously startled, and then replied embarrassedly, "I think your biological father, biological sister, and best friend seem to like doing it before."
So it was Xu Le's turn to feel embarrassed, and turned to ask in confusion, "What's the matter with your voice today? It feels like a human who has inhaled helium."
Philip coughed twice in his mind, and said with a strange shyness: "After taking over the Charter Network, I made a difficult decision."
Xu Le's scalp was numb at the sound, and he asked, "What decision?"
"I decided to call Xu Fei from today."
"Very good, Little Watermelon must be very happy after knowing it."
"I didn't change her name for her sake."
"Who is that for?"
"Of course it's for you!"
"what?"
"not understand?"
"I really don't understand."
"The hard decision I'm talking about is that from today I decided to be a woman."
After saying this, a housekeeper wearing a black dress appeared in his mind. The housekeeper was pulling the dress unnaturally and unaccustomedly, trying to adjust the straps more reasonably.
Xu Le looked at her face that could only exist in imagination or even more perfect than Jian Shui'er, and looked at her exquisite body that could only exist in imagination and even more attractive than Shang Qiu, his lips and tongues were shocked. Shi, it took a long time before I remembered and asked, "Why?"
The female housekeeper held her waist cutely and said charmingly, "Who told you to keep saying that people always call themselves my old lady and not a man? Who asked you to name me a girl named Xu Fei! Heng!"
After a moment of silence, Xu Le replied, "This is indeed your freedom."
The housekeeper smiled slightly, then bowed deeply, and said in a slender voice: "Actually, it's just because I think that life is really beautiful, so I want to experience what humans think is the most beautiful part of life in other ways. , please give me more advice."
Xu Le understood the meaning of this sentence, and asked at a loss: "Are you crazy?"
Zou Yu looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
No one knew about this conversation that happened in his mind, but to Xu Le, who was the most nervous, it was still like being struck by countless lightning bolts and being struck by lightning.
Facing Zou Yu's question, it took him a long time to calm down. He pointed to the convoy approaching in the distance and said, "Little watermelon is here."
Zou Yu shook his head slightly and said, "When you see this little ancestor, no wonder you want to shout."
In the black car heading for the Yinhe Cemetery on the outskirts of the capital, Xu Le looked at the fireworks Zhong who was holding his arms like a koala, and frowned helplessly and said, "You are already a big girl, can you be more sensible? I heard that you just attended the inauguration of the new president, and you beat Liu Huo in front of Madman Li?"
"What? Your father is distressed?" Zhong Yanhua raised his head, looked at Zou Yu in the front row and asked, "Sister Yu Zi, if you want to say that you are distressed, I won't beat him in the future."
Zou Yu replied expressionlessly: "I don't care about your children."
Zhong Yanhua looked at the red flower on her temples and mumbled something in a low voice. Among these opposite sexes around Xu Le, she didn't know why she was most afraid of Zou Yu, probably because the other party was always so charming and moving. The temperament is clear and light, and it often takes only one sentence to make all his temptation attacks invisible.
"Continue talking about beating people, don't change the subject." Xu Le reprimanded.
"Zou Liuhuo, he needs to be beaten, bro, that kid is bragging about being ruthless in the venue because he is his godfather, how old do you think he is? I'm on my head!"
"That kid doesn't even think about it, my father is the godfather of a lunatic, and my brother, you are the father in his household registration book, whether it is from your side or the lunatic's side, I am his goddaughter, and he dares to be here. I'm confused in front of me, isn't that what is it?"
Xu Le said: "You really should be disciplined when it's time for discipline outside."
Zhong Yanhua found that he seemed to be a little restless at this time, which was a very rare phenomenon, so he couldn't help lowering his voice and asked in doubt, "He doesn't look good, what happened?"
After Xu Le thought for a moment, he glanced at Zou Yu, who was sitting in front of him. He leaned into her ear and said in a low voice, "Philip insists that we call her Xu Fei."
"It's good, my name."
Zhong Yanhua said softly and proudly: "Our little girl has finally grown up."
Hearing her reaction, Xu Le gave a faint smile and repeated the words of the little girl in her mouth.
After a moment of dead silence, Zhong Fireworks jumped up from the seat angrily and screamed, "She's crazy! How dare you rob me!"
Zou Yu in the front row turned around and frowned when he looked at the strange brother and sister today.
Many years later, the spacecraft that had experienced countless dangers finally arrived at the ancestral star that the star map finally pointed to, and arrived at the beautiful planet composed of blue seas, green forests and white clouds.
The black spaceship, which was even more tattered than when it set off, broke through the atmosphere, followed the guidance of the detection equipment, and landed on a high mountain by the sea. This high mountain was very strange. The side facing the sea was crystal clear and smooth, like a whole piece of jade. Melted instantly.
Three people in heavy radiation protection suits stepped out of the black spaceship. They carefully stepped on the rocks on the top of the mountain, and the last self-propelled rover crunched out.
The self-propelled rover quickly completed the particle collection and analysis, and then sounded the sound of the old machine: "Alarm: The radiation value here is seriously exceeding the standard, which will directly lead to death."
"Just die, can I still return to Shanglin alive? Even if I want to return to this broken ship, I can't fly back. To be able to witness the picture of Zu Xing, to be able to see such a beautiful scenery, to be able to die here, Any regrets?"
One of them took off his helmet directly. It was Uncle Feng Yu. However, as the years passed, the face that seemed to never grow old at the time is already vicissitudes.
The imperial master Fan next to him also took off his helmet without hesitation. The face that was so handsome and unparalleled that all male animals were jealous of that year also had countless wrinkles.
He took a deep breath of the air on the top of the mountain and said with emotion: "I am different from the two of you. This planet is not only the ancestral star of human remnants, but also the hometown of the ancestors of my Hua family. To be able to breathe the air of the real hometown, I think My ancestors would have been proud of me."
Tai Zhiyuan didn't take off his helmet, he asked his own question in a weak voice: "I have always been thinking, since your ancestors can survive on the ancestors, it means that the current ancestors are already suitable for human survival, then why is the radiation still so serious?"
"Yes." Master Fan frowned and said, "I've been exposed to radiation for so long, and I've breathed so much air, why don't I feel anything at all?"
Uncle Feng Yu looked at the self-propelled rover, and said with a cold smile, "Then there can only be one result, and that rubbish computer miscalculated again."
In the self-propelled rover, the old mechanical and uncompromising voice sounded: "If there is no waste computer, we will never be able to reach this planet with the guidance of a waste who claims to be a genius. At the same time, I want to remind you that you have been driven away by me. Ten years, I really don't have much qualifications to be proud in front of me."
"You can catch me if you can, you waste computer." Uncle Feng Yu laughed.
Obviously, during the long space voyage, the spaceship was full of such vitriolic and hostile discussions, so neither Imperial Master Fan nor Tai Zhiyuan had any reaction. Speaking of which, he spent his entire life fighting against the glorious Feng Yu of the Charter, the last of his life. The time turned out to be spent together on a spaceship with Charter Computer, and the arrangement of fate is indeed wonderful.
Tai Zhiyuan took off his helmet, and then slowly took off his radiation protection suit. His head was born prematurely, and his body was extremely thin. It was extremely difficult for him to complete these movements with his weak body. However, he still completed it slowly like a pilgrimage. , and then walked towards the edge of the cliff.
"It's really amazing."
He looked at the open sea below the cliff, breathed heartily against the sea breeze, and murmured, "Not only did I not feel pain, but I felt very comfortable."
"Because I have the same feeling, so I confirm that you are not looking back, little guy." Feng Yu said indifferently.
The old thing explained in a mechanical voice: "Maybe that's because you're dying too."
Imperial Master Fan coughed to stop Feng Yu's strong urge to push the self-propelled vehicle under the cliff for sea burial, and panted, "One of you has lived for almost a hundred years, and the other has to live for tens of thousands of years, can you not? Quarrel like a child every day?"
The self-propelled rover was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "There is indeed a problem with the radiation here. The intensity is very high, but it doesn't seem to be harmful to the human body. On the contrary... It seems to be very beneficial. You can try to understand it carefully."
Feng Yu slowly closed his eyes, Master Fan also closed his eyes, and then the two of them opened their eyes, showing shock and disbelief, and said almost simultaneously, "It's true qi!"
For them, this mountain top seemed to be covered with abundant infuriating energy, and almost instantly, they felt that the old body was full of strength again, and the fresh and touching taste of life accompanied the moisturization. The sea breeze nourishes every cell.
Even Tai Zhiyuan felt it. He squinted at his hands that were no longer trembling, and found that the nerve discharge phenomenon in his brain, which was painful from time to time, had been greatly improved!
The three passengers, old and young, walked slowly to the side of the cliff, looking at the open ocean, the seabirds flying in the distance, and the sails that had just entered their sight. The feeling of coming wets my eyes.
Master Fan praised with tears in his eyes: "Life! How beautiful you are, please stop for a while!"
The mechanical voice of the old thing sounded again in the self-propelled rover: "This is Schiller's poem."
Suddenly another icy voice sounded: "Faust, Goethe."
The three of them turned around in amazement. Master Fan looked at the place where the sound came from, his body trembled violently and then stiffened, and he fell to his knees and cried uncontrollably.
There was a young man sitting on the other side of the cliff. I don't know when he appeared here. It felt as if he would sit here forever. Lived the eyes and blindfolded the day.
The black car from many years ago, drove slowly through the Federal Charter Square, saw the antique bronze statue of the five-member group, saw the statue of the military god Lipif, and then came to the Xinghe Cemetery.
A bunch of white chrysanthemums were placed in front of Professor Shen's tomb. Xu Le carried a bottle of wine and walked to Shi Qinghai's tomb. He quietly looked at the rogue son under the tomb, and suddenly said, "Since you died, I seldom drink. It would be great if you didn't greedy for the drink handed over by others, and now we can still drink together."
He opened the Wenjun Brandi No. 1 in his hand, slowly poured it into the soil in front of the tombstone, and said with a smile: "But if you don't greedy cups, you won't be Shi Gongzi, and I don't know if you have a good time there. Pour some more wine for you, and remember to never steal someone else's wine to drink again."
Zou Yu and Zhong Yanhua came over and stood beside him respectively. Zhong Yanhua wanted to hold his arm, but he was inadvertently avoided.
Zhong Yanhua snorted softly, squatted down and looked at the beautiful face on the tombstone, and muttered bitterly, "Brother Young Master, your friend is really a beast, if you are still alive, I will definitely find you as a boyfriend, why not? It's his turn."
Zou Yu picked the bright red flower on his temples and placed it gently on his tombstone.
Xu Le looked at her profile, remembering those unforgettable past events, couldn't help smiling and said, "Now that I think about it, the hooligan's marksmanship is really accurate."
"I'm not used to listening to these boring jokes." Zou Yu said.
Xu Le said, "I don't know what you usually said when you were together."
"I've only been with him in Charter Square."
After being silent for a while, Zou Yu said calmly: "The way I walked with him on the square was really not that long, but unfortunately, I knew he wanted to hear what I had to say, but I had the extravagant hope that I would be able to take that line. Lu La was longer and never said anything."
Zhong Yanhua stood up from the tombstone, looked at the two people quietly, suddenly sighed softly, Xu Le remained silent, and then turned to leave.
"I finally know who his favorite person is." Zhong Yanhua looked at her and said.
Zou Yu looked at the red flower that was blown off the tombstone by the mountain wind and landed on the mud ground, smiled and did not speak.
Xiong Linquan is here, Gu Xifeng is here, the bead is here, the monkey is here, Jiang Jin is here, Lao Hu is here, Shi Hang is here, Da Vinci, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed up the mountain by the fourteenth sister Xiao, Magnolia was here, all the living Everyone arrived, so the seven groups arrived.
He took out two packs of blue boxes of Panax notoginseng from his pocket. Xu Le gave the team members cigarettes one by one and then lit them seriously. Everyone looked at the cemetery of the seven groups of sacrificed team members in front of them, smoking cigarettes and discussing who should be buried next to them and who should sleep in the future. Likes to snore.
Xu Le took a breath, watching the smoke slowly dissipate in front of his eyes, squinting and smiling.
(End of the book)
postscript sometimes
[one]
The Guest is a personal heroic martial arts novel.
On that day two years ago, when I started writing The Guest, I explained to everyone that this would be a story of countless old wine bottles filled with new wine, and the plot would be old-fashioned.
I really wrote it like this: Xu Le escaped from Donglin, and met the Prince of Tai family in the library. An Imperial man becomes a Federation hero, and then his identity is revealed, it is the Dragon and Babu. There are also many common bridges in this story that we have read in martial arts novels.
It's not that I'm too lazy to think about new bridges, but because the story of Jianke is about writing Donglin Stone Xu Le, which is different from ordinary people, then I want him to do it in the face of this classic or a situation that has been abused by countless people. The same choice, which is more clear.
After Wei Xiaobao met Kangxi, no matter whether the juvenile friendship was still there or not, it was one master and one slave, because Kangxi was a thigh worth hugging, using, relying on, and paying attention to. Similar interactions in many stories are often the same. The protagonist will take advantage of the situation at first, then he will use the momentum to overwhelm people, and he will become a dragon in the sky.
Xu Le wouldn't do this. Tai Zhiyuan's identity has nothing to do with him at all. What is the origin of Little Watermelon will not affect him either. For him, these two are just thin and young and need to be protected by him. My friends, I never thought of deliberately hugging my thighs or thin legs, neither looking up nor looking down, no matter who you are, we are friends, then we will always be friends. The relationship is very simple and direct.
The same is true for the episode of the conflict between the family and the country. The hero and man, such as Qiao Feng, will still be helpless and helpless in the days after he becomes Xiao Feng, until he finally breaks the jar and completes his identity recognition. In the end, he was caught between two dark clouds, and he didn't know how to restrain himself. He broke the feather arrow and poked it into the magnificent chest. The blood washed away the original sin in the subconscious.
Xu Le would not do this, nor did he do it.
Walking through the streets and alleys of the capital like a mouse, when everyone said that he could kill, his mood would not be very happy, but when faced with accusations, he was rarely angry and grieved, so he was very happy. It's hard to go to the end of the tragic hero, because he is very firm and clear that these things have nothing to do with him.
He used to be a Federalist, so if he killed the Imperials, and later became an Imperial, then he naturally had to consider the interests of the Imperials. The change of position is not under his control, but arranged by others, so why should he be morally burdened by this? guilt on
I have not made a mistake in my subjective consciousness, then I don't need to bear any consequences for it. This is an extreme ego, extremely powerful, it can be said to be extremely selfish but very amazing mental strength. Only a stinky and hard stone can make a difference. Of.
Jianke is a martial arts novel. I have written too many ten steps to kill a person, and I do not leave a thousand miles. If there is no such a strong spiritual world to support, no one can do this. Shi Qinghai can't do it, Du Shaoqing can't do it, and Xu Le can't do it. no.
The so-called martial arts is to use martial arts to achieve what one thinks is a chivalrous journey. The so-called hero is to firmly believe that what he does is right, and then regardless of the difficulties and obstacles in front of him, no matter how bloody he is, he will go on with great determination.
Hong Qigong dared to shout those two words on Mount Hua, Guo Jing dared to slap him around, Chu Liuxiang touched her nose and said that she would not kill anyone, and when Wang Xiaoshi threw the stone at the sedan chair, their minds must have been full of thoughts. This self-confidence or narcissism.
Are the male protagonists in all the stories really correct in what they believe in? Is what they think justice is justice? Our ancestor who loves to dream the most once said a very correct nonsense: one is right and wrong, another is right and wrong, and the relativity of things is clearly stated, so why bother
I have picked up a lot of private goods in the guest room, and there will probably be a lot less in the future, because there is nothing to clip, but there is one more point, in fact, I have never mentioned it. In my opinion, such things as moral justice are just some spiritual laws for human society to maintain its own health and predictable progress. Just like eating and intercourse, it does not have any innate correctness.
Who is more moral, Pabble or the Seven Households? The tragedies of Shi Qinghai and Bai Yulan's parents all stemmed from the evil deeds of those family dignitaries, but they finally stood on the opposite side of Pabul. Why
Homosexuality, which is not beneficial to human reproduction, can be accepted by society, and food-wasting winemaking is still lively and lively, so why do people still attach great importance to the so-called moral justice
Because in addition to certain things in the big frame, the moral judgments insisted by the big figures in some books, there are also some very basic things. Those things were mentioned in the Analects, and countless people have said it for thousands of years, because very Primitive, very simple, and very vital, these things can harmonize social relations, reduce naked disputes over resource allocation, and prevent the world we live in from becoming as dry as the African grasslands.
What are those primitive morals? Don't hurt innocent people, don't sacrifice irrelevant people who are unwilling to sacrifice, don't tell lies to deceive the interests of others, see someone falling into a well, even if it's your wet sister-in-law, you have to close your eyes and try your best to kill her It really doesn't matter if you squinted your eyes during the rescue.
When the law sometimes fails to protect, such as when the Titanic sank, such as when the plane fell on a desert island, such as when the earthquake, we really need these things, the weak need others Give you the place for the lifeboat, the injured want a doctor willing to help you, we need that.
Everyone knows that these are things that can and should be, but I don't know why, it seems that not many people are willing to mention this thing, and not many books are willing to write such a person, maybe it is really unpleasant and not easy. Arrange the plot
I've always thought of myself as a mental cleanser, but I'm annoyed that no one ever believes it, and as I get older, I find that I'm unknowingly violating some cleanliness areas, which really makes me hate ya...
So I really want to write about such a person, someone like Xu Le and Shi Qinghai, such a story, a story like Jianke, this urge is irresistible, and after the end of the Qing Dynasty, it directly led me to start designing such a story And people, probably just want to tell themselves in this illusory world that some things can still be done.
There is not much chance to chat in the text of the guest, so I will say a few words at this time: I used to watch the south, and now I occasionally watch it, but if you want a Sichuanese to still have too much affection for them after 2008, the possibility is really quite small. , of course, I also don't like watching the news network, in the words of a friend, I am a boring anarchist petty citizen.
I don't know what's right, but I do know what's wrong, because the mistakes are so simple they don't require deep theoretical knowledge at all, just a glance.
You rob my things, steal my money, you hurt me when I'm innocent, you won't give me back my car without a red envelope, you take the tax I paid, you drink good wine and look for a woman Sitting behind the window and yelling at me like a fucking daddy is wrong.
These are all things that I have experienced, and my family, friends and relatives are used to and even think it is right and proper. In my opinion, they are all fucking wrong.
This is a very primitive and simple morality. In the eyes of many people, it has the characteristics of naive and uninteresting petty citizens, but please, aren't you and me petty citizens? Don't you just want the right to be free from fear? Don't you just want to have a fierce person who can stand up and help when there is injustice
Uh, seems to be habitually off-topic and angry again.
Well, I admit that sometimes the time guest is the story of an angry young man.
[two]
In the story of Jianke, there are many very good people, such as Xu Le.
Whether Xu Le is an imperial prince or a federal hero, in this story, because of his upbringing and inexplicable self-cultivation training, Donglin Orphan is always a small person in his bones, and then he keeps doing big things.
I have written books for so many years, and there are many male protagonists, Jiang Yicao, Yi Tianxing, Fan Xian, Xu Le, I must admit that I like Xu Le the most, and I think writing about him is the best, because he does not pretend to be forceful , I love him very much.
Contrary to Qing Yu Nian, in that story, I liked the supporting roles the most and hated the male protagonist the most, but in the guest, I liked Xu Le the most, followed by Mr. Shi, then Bai Yulan and the seven men, Tai Zhiyuan. They are back in order.
One day I once said that the little watermelon is the heroine, and offended a large number of female readers who are as mentally clean as me, but this time I really don't care, because this is originally a man's story, several flowers. Flowers are heroines.
In these flowers, my attitude is very clear, I like Zou Yu the most.
I like Zou Yu the most. I don't know why, the girl wearing Honghua is the only character in this story that jumped out of my initial outline. She jumped up from the snow and mud on the banks of the Rose River, jumped directly into Wangdu Youth Apartment, and jumped. It is so cold and high that it is impossible to ignore and even more impossible to ignore.
So I once had an imaginary ending. After everything was over, Xu Le walked downstairs to the Wangdu apartment, and Zou Yu greeted him wearing a big red flower, holding a little boy in his hand, just like in an ordinary world. That's how it was at the end.
(I love the ordinary world the most, and I always think that it is the best YY novel I have ever read, and it is one of the two great role models for me to learn from.)
However, this ending was rejected by me. First, it was unfair to her girl, secondly, it was unfair to the underground Shi Gongzi, and thirdly, it was unfair to the seven groups of brothers who should have come out to smoke.
I really like her, plus the young master Shi who sleeps in the sun on the square, so in the book Jianke, I think that paragraph is the best written, and even made myself a little scared, worried that I would never write again in the future. If something like this comes out, even if the techniques become more and more proficient in the future, it is very likely to lose the age of the present.