Hanqing Japanese Words

Guan Qing's favorite and closest person since he was a child was his father, Guan Patriotic. Even though this father was weak, poor, and servile all his life, he was still the one who loved him the most.

But one day, the person who loved him the most was gone.

There was a flood in the town that year, and the flood was as powerful as a mad snake, destroying everything that had passed by, and uprooting trees that had been around for decades, not to mention the poorly equipped coal mines in the town.

On the day when the flood broke out, Guan Qing felt something was wrong, but the water was waist-deep, and he had no way to find his father under those conditions.Three days had passed by the time the flood receded, and the news of the collapse of the well was spreading wildly throughout the town.

That day he was standing on the extremely muddy hillside, the bare hill was covered with black cinders, and the sound of crying in his ears was heartbreaking.In the middle of the isolation zone erected by the search and rescue team, there was a deep hole in the flat ground. Those huge excavating machines stretched out their long steel arms, but they dared not move easily.

The big hole seemed to be chiseled in Guan Qing's body. Even if he stood far away, he could feel the suffocation and chill under the surface.

Just at this time, Cheng Han and Xin Fuyou came.

"Have you found the old man?"

Guan Qing shook his head.

Cheng Han said: "What's the use of you looking here? The old man is just a watchman, how can he go down the well. Besides, the old man has never experienced any storms, so he can't tell if there is a flood?"

A gleam of hope surged in Guan Qing's heart, and he heard Xin Fuyou say: "Is it because I was washed away by the flood?"

"Put your mother's shit on!" Cheng Han scolded angrily, "Don't stay here in a daze, go to the search and rescue station and look for it first."

The three of them found the search and rescue station, and when the staff heard their purpose, they were all dismissive:

"Have chickens, ducks and geese been washed away, people? I haven't heard of it. It was announced eight hundred lifetimes ago that there would be a flood, and the people in the coal mines had been dismissed long ago. Who is so bold enough to dare to play their lives with God."

"Why are there so many mourners at the mouth of the well?"

The man was even more contemptuous, "Those people? Where are they crying for people? They are crying for money. When the flood came, the coal boss went bankrupt and ran away. Those wailing girls were either coal bosses. The wife of a worker, or a worker’s wife, how can you pity her if she doesn’t cry? How can she ask for wages if she doesn’t cry?”

So the three of them went out to ask the workers, and they happened to find a watchman who was on shift with the old man. The answer they got was: the salary was paid a week earlier, and the old man hadn't come back since that day.

The three of them came out again, each pondering:

"Isn't someone stealing it?"

"The total salary is only more than 200 yuan. Which robber is so worthless?"

Xin Fuyou expressed his disapproval: "There are so many punks in the town, and the old man is old, so if you don't want to rob white, you won't rob."

Guan Qing heard what Xin Fu said, and immediately looked at Cheng Han with hope. If you want to talk about gangsters, there is no one that Cheng Han doesn't know. Whoever is most suspected of this, he knows best.

But Cheng Han stood there and rolled his eyes. He didn't know what to think, and his eyes became more and more terrifying. He stared straight at Guan Qing and asked:

"Is the day when the old man pays his salary fixed?"

Guan Qing thought about it carefully, and said, "My father's salary is directly given to my mother, but every few days at the beginning of the month, my father will give me some pocket money, which should be the beginning of the month."

"What about your two brothers? Do they know?"

Guan Qing was startled when asked, "I should... know."

Xin Fu was restless and urged: "What on earth are you trying to say, you have something to do with those two bastards!"

Cheng Han narrowed his eyes, "The old man disappeared as soon as he paid his wages, so there must be nothing wrong with that bitch pointing at the old man to make money. But what about those two little beasts? The time when the wellhead pays the old man is not the same as that of the workers who go down the well." On the same day, it was impossible for the old man to put the money on his forehead to let people know. How could it be such a coincidence? Who would know that the old man would pay his salary that day? Son?"

Before Guan Qing could react, Xin Fuyou was startled by Cheng Han's speculation and broke into a cold sweat.

"No... no way? After all, they are their stepfathers. There is hard work without credit!"

Cheng Han didn't waste his words, and decided directly: "Let's go, find them first."

There is a general saying in "Xantalan": People live by lying. It is easier to lie to others than to tell the truth to others, and it is easier to lie to yourself than to others.

Although Guan Qing was still skeptical of Cheng Han's conjecture, he already knew in his heart that Cheng Han was right.

The three of them followed Cheng Han to many places, and finally came to a small building, went straight to one of the houses, Cheng Han knocked on the door, and strode into the house.

In broad daylight, the hut was pitch-black, with a floor lamp empty, and a few plastic bottles with straws inserted on a dilapidated small table, and a few pieces of tinfoil and scattered powder scattered beside it.Of the two brothers, one was paralyzed on the sofa, the other was huddled in the corner, and the one who huddled in the corner had his mouth half open, drooling from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Cheng Han didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly picked up the hair of the man in the corner, dragged him to the bathroom in a few steps, and slammed it into the toilet with a "plop".

Two or three seconds later, the man began to thump on the ground with his hands and feet.

Cheng Han then picked him up and asked in a harsh voice, "Where did you hide the old man?"

The man coughed chokingly, but only opened his eyes slits.Cheng Han pressed down on him again, this time for nearly a minute, and was pressed by the man on the toilet, struggling desperately, then picked up two iron fists and swung them down, then threw them to the ground, and kicked hard on the stomach, " Are you awake? Wake up!"

As long as he doesn't make a sound, Cheng Han will just beat him up, throwing everything he can reach on the trash, and that posture is almost ready to bite his teeth.

Cheng Han was panting heavily from the beating, and finally stepped on the man's temple,

"Are you awake?"

The person who is so popular nods his head.

"Where are you hiding, old man?"

"Which old man?"

Cheng Han stepped hard. He was wearing a pair of leather shoes, which crushed the man's face to pieces. Others could even hear the sound of teeth cracking, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nostrils.

"Guan Aiguo, your stepfather, where did you hide him?"

The man finally couldn't bear the beating, he stumbled and said: "Houshan...in the warehouse at the top of the mountain behind my house."

The three of them ran almost all the way to find the warehouse. Fortunately, the hill was high enough that it was not corroded by the flood at all.But the days of heavy rain had soaked the wooden boards of the barn to rot.

The wooden plank became even tougher after being soaked in water, and a big fist-sized lock hung from the door, except for the gap between the planks, it was almost airtight.

The three of them took turns hitting the lock with stones, and their hands were covered with blood. Finally, the three of them slammed into the door with all their strength. Guan Qing threw herself on the door and shouted anxiously:

"Dad, Dad? Are you in there? You answer me, squeak!"

In the end, Xin Fuyou found a big rock, and the three of them managed to lift it up together. The veins almost burst, and finally made a gap.

Seeing the old man inside in the gloomy daylight, Guan Qing and Xin Fuyou cried out immediately, Cheng Han's eyes were tearing apart, his eye sockets were about to bleed with hatred.

The old man was almost out of oil and the lamp was dry, and he breathed faintly, his face was thin and deep, and his body was covered in dirt, his mouth was opened unconsciously, he looked like a dying old dog, frighteningly miserable.

Xin Fuyou lifted the old man onto Guan Qing's back. Guan Qing trembled and almost knelt down after only two steps, but was pushed away by Cheng Han.

"Let's go! Youzi, go to the hospital and let them prepare to save people."

Xin Fu responded and ran away.

Cheng Han carried the old man on his back. The old man was so thin that only his bones remained. According to Cheng Han's physique, this weight was nothing to him.

But that day, he felt like he was carrying a heavy weight on his back, and every step he took was heavier. The old man's hands were hanging in the air, and the sound of the old man's exhalation was like a pressure cooker opening the air valve, and the whole thing was squeezed out from the inside of the lungs. Huh...huh...he was really afraid that the valve would stop at some point, and he would lose his breath!

And Guan Qing followed behind, looking at his dying father for a while, and Cheng Han who was sweating profusely for a while.

That was when he hated Cheng Han the most, hated his strength, hated his insight, hated that he was more like a son than himself, hated that he was nosy.

But he cried while hating, watching Cheng Han's waist bent lower and lower, his nose drooling from exhaustion, the hatred burned more and more intensely, burning into a wave of gratitude or admiration, Is it the fire of dependence or trust.

When the old man was pushed into the first-aid room, Cheng Han suddenly sat limp on the ground, panting heavily against the wall, with his hands hanging by his sides, so tired that he lost consciousness.

Not only was the sensation in his hands gone, but he also felt his head getting lighter and lighter, and his soul was withdrawn, as if he was going to soar.

Until a little nurse passed by him and exclaimed: "Hey, why did you bleed so much?"

Guan Qing turned his head when he heard the sound, and heard Xin Fuyou exclaiming from the side:

"No, I forgot that he was stabbed in the opposite direction last night. The wound must have been pulled away again!"

Cheng Han was lying pale on the hospital bed. There was a small hole in his waist when the gauze was lifted, and blood was gurgling from the hole, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Living, this is the last bottom line of human beings, for this bottom line, everything else can be retreated again and again.The idea of ​​being alive is rooted deep in everyone's will. Even if some people have nothing, no desire, no hope, no sustenance, and no so-called guiding lights in life, those people still live stubbornly.

What's more, Guan Aiguo has a son. If he is hungry for seven or eight days, even if he eats dirt, grass, or even sucks and drinks urine, he has to hang his breath and definitely see him for the last time.

But the old man was too old. He was severely dehydrated and had a high fever for several days, and he couldn't wake up.

"The old man has pneumonia and his body is weak. It's a miracle that he didn't starve to death. But he is too old, and I'm afraid he won't be able to fight it. You should prepare early."

After Guan Qing heard this, his eyes remained blank for a long time, and when he rolled his eyes again, he was like a puppet without a soul, his eyes only fixed on one point, and he walked home like a corpse.

If you say that the two brothers are also geniuses in the world of fools, knowing that the matter was exposed, they have no money, no friends, and no place to escape, so they believe that the most dangerous place is the safest, and they hide in the cellar at home.

The two brothers were secretly delighted at their ingenuity, when his mother ran in and said urgently: "Guan Qing is back, hurry up and hide!"

The young one was named Zhang Xuewu, and he hurriedly dug into the cellar, but the older Zhang Xuewen asked, "Where's Cheng Han? Are you with him?"

His mother shook her head, "That's not it."

Zhang Xuewen immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Then hide away! The little bastard is a coward, so don't be afraid of him!"

The younger one thought about it, and indeed, the two brothers were watching TV leisurely and comfortably, nibbling sunflower seeds and smoking a cigarette.

After Guan Qing came in, he was as silent as usual. On one side he got into the kitchen, on the other side Zhang Xuewen cast such a look at the two of them, and was just about to say something sarcastic, when he saw Guan Qing He came out of the kitchen again, walking towards here with a blank expression.

The younger one suddenly yelled and crawled under the table.

It was too late when the boss caught a glimpse of the kitchen knife in his hand, Guan Qing grabbed the kitchen knife and chopped it down, Zhang Xuewen dodged aside, the kitchen knife slammed into the cabinet next to his head with a bang, luckily his mother rushed over in time Hugging Guan Qing, Zhang Xuewen came back to his senses and hurried to grab the kitchen knife, shouting:

"Xuewu, you're a wimp, you're afraid of having too many of us! Come here and help, this little bastard is going to rebel!"

So Zhang Xuewu also timidly squeezed forward, and the two of them joined forces to break Guan Qing's hand holding the kitchen knife. Behind him was a woman who weighed more than a hundred pounds, and Guan Qing, who was imprisoned, could not move with all his strength.

A piercing sorrow rose in his chest, coupled with helpless anger in the face of killing his father and enemy, this enemy was none other than his brother, his mother whose blood was thicker than water, for various reasons, he couldn't hold back With a mouthful of blood in his throat, he immediately let out a howl similar to that of a trapped animal, and with that overwhelming hatred, he pulled out the kitchen knife and chopped like crazy.

The slash made people turn their backs, and there was a lot of shock. In the chaos, he didn't know whose blood was splashed all over his body. He saw that Zhang Xuewen was forced into a corner by him, and he watched with horror as Guan Qing swung the kitchen knife into the air and chopped it down. , He hurriedly raised his hand to block it, there was a cool wind on his arm, he let out a cry of "Aww", blood flowed down like water.

But Guan Qing raised his hand again. If he cut off again with this knife, he would have to take off Zhang Xuewen's arm.

Just as Zhang Xuewen was about to accept his fate, a Taoist figure appeared beside Guan Qing out of thin air. The man quickly grabbed Guan Qing's knife-wielding wrist, pushed him onto the cabinet, and stabilized him.

"Are you crazy?" Cheng Han pressed down on Guan Qing, who was already red-eyed, and shouted in a low voice: "You will go to jail for killing someone!"

The girl had time to catch her breath, and seeing that the murderous maniac had been subdued, she howled at the top of her voice, "Help, murderer, everyone, come and see, my son is going to kill his own mother!"

Cheng Han really wanted to kill this bitch, so he turned his head and yelled at Xin Fuyou: "Shut that bitch in for me, keep the door, and don't let anyone in." He lowered his face and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "If you dare to yell one more word, I'll chop off your tongue!"

That girl really didn't dare to make a sound.But Guan Qing, who was being pressed by him, struggled desperately, Cheng Han remained silent, and was hit on the bridge of the nose by Guan Qing's elbow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guan Qing rushed towards Zhang Xuewen with a knife in both hands, followed closely by Cheng Han, rushing towards Guan Qing's side with a diagonal stab, followed by a muffled "boom", followed by a "clang" "Clang"——

The kitchen knife was impartial, and it fell in the middle of Zhang Xuewen's crotch. Zhang Xuewen was so frightened that he urinated instantly.

Looking at Guan Qing again, he was knocked to the ground by Cheng Han, but he still persisted in reaching for the kitchen knife.

Sure enough, dogs that bite people don't bark, it's really fatal for a coward to go crazy!

Cheng Han was scared out of his wits by Guan Qing, he put his arms around Guan Qing, scrambled around his head, and had to watch out for him reaching for the knife,

"Guan Qing, Qing'er, Qing'er..." He called Uncle Guan by his nickname, "Calm down, calm down, we can't kill people, and we can't go to prison for these bastards. Think about it, if you Go to jail, what about your dad? Your dad is still waiting for you on the hospital bed! If you go to jail, who will take care of him? How do you let the old man live?"

Guan Qing was trembling all over, staring at the knife with scarlet eyes, and uttered a few words from his throat: "My father is dead, he was killed by them!"

"No, not yet!" Cheng Han hurriedly persuaded: "The old man is not dead yet. The doctor told me when I came that the old man woke up and his fever will subside soon. He is waiting for you to see him now." !"

When Guan Qing heard this, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, beat the ground hard, and screamed.Cheng Han's heart was full of pain when he heard the shout, and he saw the tears flowing down the corners of Guan Qing's thin eyes, trickling down the bridge of his straight nose, and hitting the ground unwillingly and helplessly.