Hanqing Japanese Words

"That's why I always think, maybe there are some ancestors who bless and pity God in the dark." Cheng Han smiled wryly, "Maybe Cheng Jianjun is covering me in the sky. If the gun is not loaded, then I am not seven. The year is so simple!"

Six bullets, even if Cheng Han lost his mind and couldn't shoot correctly, it was enough for him to kill two or three people, seven years?Hmph, reprieve is not enough for him to eat a pot!

That little brother and him suddenly had shit luck, they were all taken aback for a moment, then the little brother opened his throat and howled:

"Come on, come on! Something's coming! Come on, beat him, beat him!"

Four or five people rushed out from the stairway, each holding a device to block the passage. Some people recognized him at a glance, but they couldn't be sure that this mummy with dead fish eyes was the majestic little fierce brother in the past.

Cheng Han's eyes were fierce, and his whole body was full of death and killing intent. He really became a mummy——

He didn't feel those knives being cut on his body. He held a knife in his withered hand, blood flowed non-stop along the tiger's mouth, and a dagger was stuck in his waist. Body.After he chopped those people down and howled all over the floor, he finally went up to the second floor and found Lao Tang who was calling for help.

With his back against the window, Lao Tang reached into the desk in front of him and felt for a gun as well.

He didn't seem surprised, and he was still strategizing: "Hammer, as soon as I heard the sound of the motorcycle, I knew it was you. How are you doing these days?"

Cheng Han was holding a dagger bloody in one hand, and the black cock in the other. His pupils were dilated, and he was staring at him without blinking from the half-long black hair on his forehead, like an ecstasy ghost.

"Tang Weiguo, I will take your life for my father."

As he said that, he walked over step by step. Lao Tang withdrew his hand from the desk, raised the gun and slammed it twice, one shot in the abdomen and one shot in the chest.

Cheng Han seemed to be in the dark, but he paused slightly, and then stepped forward more firmly.

That old Tang was someone who had experienced it, and when he saw Cheng Han's appearance, he knew that he was currently addicted, so he immediately turned the gun and pointed it at Cheng Han's head.

However, at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, a child's cry suddenly sounded at the door. He turned his head to look at the door, and Cheng Han rushed to him in just a few seconds.

The two stumbled in the narrow space between the window and the table, and the two guns slammed together and fell to the floor, leaving nothing but empty hands and blades.

Cheng Han pressed Lao Tang under his body, and was about to stab down with the knife in his hands, but Lao Tang also resisted. He looked at Cheng Han's bloodshot eyes, and screamed with all his strength.

The two of them were like beasts driven to a dead end, let out a hoarse roar from their teeth, and then saw Cheng Han holding the knife in one hand and resting on the handle of the knife with the other, almost trembling all over, pressing the short knife down bit by bit. He stabbed the knife into Lao Tang's stomach bit by bit.

This knife directly relieved Lao Tang. He twisted his body with a distorted face, and pushed Cheng Han's shoulders with both hands.Hard to shed tears!

He panted like a broken bellows, broken and intermittent, as if he couldn't believe that he was going to die, his eyes slowly moved down to stare at the knife-stuck stomach.

Then Cheng Han knelt on top of him, pulled out the knife abruptly, and stabbed him hard from top to bottom...

Lao Tang's eyes returned to his face again, his expression was painful and unwilling, but his eyes were full of tears, as if he had finally repented, pity and compassion, which made people have to soften their hearts.

But Cheng Han couldn't see it at all, and only one sentence echoed in his ears: kill him, kill him, kill him...

Lao Tang's hands clutched the skirt of Cheng Han's shoulders, leaving water stains and wrinkles, sweat and blood, but the bright red blood was invisible on the black material.

He was stabbed countless times, and finally the wind leaking from his body couldn't keep up with the speed of breathing, and he panted extremely quickly, and then he was hit by Cheng Han's still crazy hand, his head drooped, and he stared dead. .

There was blood on the floor all over his body, and Cheng Han realized that he was terribly dead, and struggled to stand up with all his strength.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a woman kneeling on the ground covering the eyes of a half-grown child, looking at him in disbelief, crying while holding the child tightly in her arms.

"She hates me," Cheng Han said with tears in his eyes, "she hates me, but the grief and helplessness in her eyes are greater than hatred."

Cheng Han knew that woman, and every time he came over, she would prepare a table of good dishes and serve him, sincerely inquiring about his studies and his current situation, always loving him like an elder.

That was almost the only maternal love from women that Cheng Han felt when he was young.

So she must know what her husband did. She hated Cheng Han, but hated her husband even more, hated herself, and hated the ruthless fate even more.

So she could only cry helplessly, "Please... Please... let my son go... If you still don't let go, kill me! Don't hurt my son, I beg you!"

She almost kowtowed to Cheng Han.

However, her tears made Cheng Han suddenly think that in this world, he also came out of his mother's womb, but when his father died, no one cried or begged for him.

Maternal love is a great power that makes all hatred bow, but he has never had it.

The child sobbed and scanned everything in the room. He still didn't understand life and death, but when he saw his father's tattered corpse in his mother's arms, he cried like hell.

The child's innocent eyes stared at him, without all the complicated emotions that adults in this world have, just pure sadness.

Cheng Han's slight sobs gradually turned into wailing and staring at the child.

He has no father, he killed a father, this child has no father, no one who can let him ride on his neck and have fun, no one who can call him by his nickname, teach him to fight, tell him that a man should stand up to the sky, The man who beat him around the floor with a belt and beat him around when he got into trouble, but quietly covered him with a quilt at night—a father.

He cried and realized that from now on, in this vast world, there is no relative who is connected with him by blood.He is like a duckweed floating in the world. Now that his father is dead, the only connection between him and the world has been cut off.

From then on, he will face all the difficulties and dangers in this world alone. Even if one day he is scarred and helpless, he will no longer have a pair of arms to support him in this hysterical world.

Cheng Han came to his senses in a daze, dragged his body like a dead dog out of the house where he had committed the murder just now, turned his head, and entered the house that made him even more like a dead dog... He surrendered himself.

Now that Cheng Han thought about it, even though he tried his best to seek death at that time, his will to live subconsciously at the last moment was still stronger than other thoughts.

It's just that the great youth was buried by him under his sword.

"This is the whole process," Cheng Han extinguished the last cigarette, his eyebrows seemed to be still struggling with that memory, but he let out a chuckle, he looked at Guan Qing, and his expression returned to that self-defeating bastard, " Wonderful?"

Guan Qing just looked at him with sad eyes.

Cheng Han scratched his head, "It's almost dawn, I have to go to Hangzhou with Lao Shao in the afternoon, and you should go to bed early."

He stood up and walked to the bedroom, but he knew in his heart that he was young, frivolous and ignorant, and when the truth was in front of people, most people would still fear that he was a murderer. To atone.

He may not be able to forgive himself, let alone other people?Will the prodigal son return for gold?Tch, who would be willing to see how much money a prodigal son is worth!

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the door full of sarcasm, he was bumped hard from behind and staggered.

Guan Qing hugged him tightly, he was only as tall as Cheng Han's earlobe, so he found a suitable position for his face, stuck it on Cheng Han's shoulder and did not move.

Cheng Han didn't move. He looked down at the white and tender arms on his waist. Somehow, he felt that the sarcasm just now suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly had hope for the world again.

"Cheng Han..."

"Ok?"

Guan Qing's voice buzzed from his shoulder,

"It's passed."

Looking at the rising sun outside the window, Cheng Han replied, "Yes."

"From now on, I will be with you. Whether you want to die or live well, I will be with you. Although you can't accept me, give me a chance to stay by your side and be your How is my dear?"

Cheng Han thought, hasn't it been like this since he came out?But he cleared his throat and said viciously:

"Look at my mood!"

Just as Guan Qing was about to speak, Cheng Han said again,

"You are like this now, taking advantage of me under the guise of family affection, I will definitely not agree. Look, where is your hand touching?"

Guan Qing's hands grabbed his two fingers, and after he finished speaking, he clenched tightly on the left and the right, raised his head and pressed his forehead against the back of Cheng Han's neck,

"I don't have a father anymore, we both suffer from the same disease, you can make do with it... Promise!"

Cheng Han was amused by his pitiful and cheeky attitude, "I found that you are not only getting bolder, but also more and more eloquent, and you are almost catching up with that old man!"

Guan Qing let out a long sigh, and the moist and warm breath sprayed on the back of his neck,

"I've loved you for so many years. Even though I'm not very good at talking, so many years of secret love has almost turned me into a philosopher."

"Still a hard-working philosopher." Cheng Han sneered, "Okay, let it go, and go to sleep."

Guan Qing said sullenly, "I want to sleep with you."

Cheng Han: "...you are really a top-notch little expert!"

In the end, the two still slept together. Although Cheng Han never faced Guan Qing directly, Guan Qing's thick skin allowed him to always find the most suitable position to stick him in the shortest possible time.

The journey to Hangzhou was drowsy and tedious. Cheng Han didn't sleep well all night. When he closed his eyes for a while, he either dreamed that he was taking drugs again, or he was holding a knife and preparing to kill again.He watched himself in the dream doing those irreparable bastard things again, desperately trying to wake up.As a result, when he woke up, he saw Guan Qing's face next to his ear, and when he turned his head, he almost kissed him. Suddenly, he woke up with lingering fear from the nightmare, and was startled by him.

"Don't you two pretend to be dressed up?" The old broken voice came out of the speaker: "Don't be recognized by the mother, turn around and take a picture on the Internet. , I’m here to ask for advice at Brother Bi’s concert.”

"Fuck!" Cheng Han laughed, "I'm walking on the street every day, and I haven't met anyone who came up to me to ask for an autograph! Everyone's concert is a die-hard fan of Brother Bi, can you still notice us? "

"That's not necessarily true," the old man was hale and hearty, and continued to play the essence of his mouth. "You two look so distinctive, one has a sloppy face, and the other has long hair fluttering. If you put them together, it's tomatoes and eggs." , it looks like a set of sets at first glance, who the hell can't recognize it!"

Shao Che, who was driving at the side, said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you recognize it. I will carry a few CDs and distribute them one by one to create momentum for us."

Cheng Han: "I can't communicate with you two idiots who regard shamelessness as the ultimate goal of life."

That's what he said, but when he arrived at the scene, Shao Che still put his hair up on his head and hid it in his peaked cap.Thinking of the 90s, rockers almost regarded long hair as a sign, but now it’s the 21st century, except for a few stubborn old-school people who are sporadic, they basically come out of style.

Shao Che's style is really eye-catching in the current circle.

There were too many people at the scene, and the first floor was full of standing tickets. Although it was not so close to the chest to the back, there were not many gaps between people.

Cheng Han and Shao Che stand out from the crowd, surrounded by young girls and young men, and Cheng Han has a tragic feeling that the hero has come to an end.

In the few seconds when the lights were dimmed, the crowd started to commotion. When Li Zhi appeared in the center of the stage, the whole scene suddenly became a sea of ​​screams, shaking Cheng Han's brains.

Then, in the undercurrent of the piano, Li Zhi's rough voice sounded calmly, the band joined the strings, and the fineness of the violin combined with Li Zhi's rough voice formed a unique characteristic.

This buddy Li Zhi is wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans of ordinary young and middle-aged people. He also looks like a chubby young man in the fat world. He wears a pair of glasses and carries a guitar. Sexual abuse.

His slightly chubby body walked back and forth uncoordinatedly on the stage stepping on the beat, and the sweat on his face soon soaked a piece of his collar.

His singing is rough and unskillful at all, but it is this kind of straightforwardness that really expresses the inner indignation and confusion of modern youth.

"The arrangement is very good, and the band is awesome," Shao Che whispered in Cheng Han's ear, "You see, his records are basically folk songs, but he has to do rock at the scene, otherwise the fans won't get bored and the atmosphere will increase." No. Xie Tianxiao’s guzheng, second-hand suona, and Li Zhi’s lyrics, these are the three most distinctive chairs in the current independent music circle. Unique, unique, awesome bands must have their own characteristics. The characteristics of our band are What, you should think about it carefully."

Cheng Han was thinking about it when a loud "Brother" suddenly sounded in his ear, which made him tremble. Encouraged by the "Brother", the audience responded to the call one after another, and shouts of "Brother" kept coming and going .

But Brother Bi himself closed his eyes and was not a bird. When he sang "I want to be like you", the 8000 people then shouted "Smelly shameless".

Most of Li Zhi's lyrics are vulgar and mixed with life insights. The group of crazy young people in the audience may enjoy this kind of "Hello, you paralyzed Kitty!"

There are a lot of helplessness in life that wear down our vigor. To put it nicely, it is called experience, and it is called growth. To put it bluntly, it is just that this world is too fucked up and does not allow us to grow into a presumptuous little tree.

You have to follow the rules of this world, restrain yourself to the point of violating your nature, and grow into a distorted face like all living beings, and you have to linger in the miasma and say: Life is just like this.

The phrase "Fuck Nima" among thousands of people finally got a breath of clean air.Brother Bi's concert - a complete success.

Cheng Han seriously reflected on his shortcomings. He felt that his life might have been too rough, so that he brought this roughness into his singing, patronized the vicissitudes of life, but threw away the hostility in his nature.

It was already 02:30 when he arrived home, the table was complete, the windows were bright and clean, and Guan Qing was soundly asleep on his bed.