Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

If there was an invisible big hand that moved the hands of the clock in the opposite direction, spinning around and around with golden light, and stopped more than ten years ago with a "click"... Then Zhuo Yang would turn back to four years old, only as old as four years old. The dining table is higher than a small piece of forehead, and the face is round, like a small elastic, white and glutinous steamed bun.

At that time, Zhuo Yang lived with his mother in Australia, where the climate was warm and pleasant. The house was small with a long and narrow courtyard at the back.This little man in Zhuo Yun's mouth is full of energy and fantasy all day long. He created a virtual peer named "Bobby" for himself. Both of them like to run up and down the stairs crazily. The small tricycle pedaled fast, singing nursery rhymes and rushing forward.

The neighborhood he lives in gathers neighbors of different colors and races from all over the world, like a mini United Nations.Every morning at [-]:[-], the school bus will take the children along the road to the kindergarten with cheerful music.The teacher has already divided the activity room into different areas, and the little ones can choose to paint, read, play with water, squeeze mud according to their own interests...

In Zhuo Yang's mud-making group, a new black kid named Molly has arrived.When Zhuo Yang pinched a lifelike fat rabbit, which attracted the crowds to watch and admire, Molly suddenly rushed into the crowd, and with a wave of his arm, he swept the rabbit to the ground, turning it into a messy ball of mud.Zhuo Yang froze on the spot with big confused eyes, not knowing what to do.He thought that the other party was a reckless daredevil like him, and it was because he accidentally knocked over his things.Zhuo Yang decided that if the other party said "I'm sorry", he would immediately return "It's okay", but Mo Li walked away with his head held high.

The next day, a chubby little duck that Zhuo Yang squeezed out suffered another misfortune under the ravages of Mo Li.He stood up seriously and grabbed Molly: "Please apologize!"

Molly raised his chin, looked down at the little Zhuoyang, who was a head shorter than himself, and had lost a lot of weight, and said provocatively: "How about it, yellow boy, I just like to do this !" In front of him, Zhuo Yang was like a soft ball of mud, he pushed it casually and threw it to the side.

Regardless of the world of adults or the world of children, everyone's existence will always make some people like it and others will hate it.This is an objective fact that cannot be changed by one's own efforts.

But Zhuo Yang was very sad, he didn't know how to face Mo Li's hostility.

At the very beginning, Zhuo Yun went to ask his mother, Zhuo Yun told him forcefully: "Listen, A Yang, when a man's dignity is challenged, you have to retaliate with an eye for an eye. Give it back."

A series of images emerged in Zhuo Yang's mind. Molly smashed his clay sculpture, and he also ran to smash Molly's clay sculpture, and Molly came to smash his again... What's the point of this going on?Molly could easily raise his hand and swing himself away, but the small fist he clenched could not hurt the opponent in any way, and he was the one who suffered in the end.

In desperation, he went to his teacher for help, and the kind female teacher advised him: "Dear Jan, the Bible says, if your brother commits a sin, rebuke him; if he repents, forgive him."

Mo Li would naturally not repent, and blaming him would not do anything.

Zhuo Yang was helpless, and sat with his imaginary good friend "Bobby" hugging his knees on the steps leading to the backyard, staring at the sky in a daze.Inadvertently, there was a rustling sound under the feet, and an Australian wood scorpion crawled through the cracks in the rocks.Zhuo Yang didn't know if this scorpion was poisonous, but he knew that the best way to deal with it was to use a cup to hold it upside down.

As mentioned in children's programs, scorpions are terrible arachnids with poisonous needles on their tails. Although they are not fatal, they are extremely painful.People always use it to describe those vicious bad guys.

According to mother's logic, if you are stung by a scorpion, you should press a poisonous needle on your own tail and stab it back.If you follow the teacher's instruction, you should endure the pain and let it sting, which is obviously not a wise behavior.

Zhuo Yang and "Bobby" looked at each other and smiled, making up their minds.

On the morning of the third day, when Molly walked into the classroom, he saw Zhuo Yang sitting at a small colorful wooden table with a smile on his face. On the table was a large penguin made of mud. Zhuo Yang was with a tall and strong The Caucasian children were talking and laughing, and they glanced provocatively at them from time to time.

Molly ran forward aggressively, pushed the penguin to the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and laughed contemptuously.Before the laughter stopped, the white boy directly threw him to the ground, and the two of them had a verbal quarrel and started to fight.When the other children heard the movement, they quickly surrounded and gradually split into two factions, from accusing each other, to pushing and shoving, and finally developing into a scuffle.

The teachers took a lot of effort to separate these children, and they went to tutor and persuade each other.Molly had a swollen lump at the corner of his eye and was crying in disgrace.Zhuo Yang has been sitting in the corner, holding the mud quietly.Shortly thereafter, Morley transferred to another kindergarten in the adjacent block.

The matter is actually very simple, the penguin placed in front of Zhuo Yang was not written by him, he just "coincidentally" sat next to it.He told the white kid who made the penguin: "Although Molly is very unfriendly, keeps breaking my clay sculpture, and threatens me not to mix with you, but I still want to be friends with you. I think you are us The best of them all, like a terrific leader..."

In Zhuo Yang's dictionary, there has never been a word of hatred.Seeing the humiliation, the common man draws his sword and rises up, which is not enough for him to be brave.

He has never been able to understand the so-called "revenge and hatred" in the traditional Chinese martial arts world.Many innocent children, from the moment they became sensible, their families have been instilling the idea of ​​revenge, so they have been practicing and chasing hard all their lives. For this reason, they missed the joy of childhood and the scenery along the way. , even beautiful love.When one day, the enemy is really killed, this bloody life will still not end, because the enemy also has offspring.The cycle goes back and forth, grievances repay each other, and life is spent in endless killing and being killed.Looking back, I was actually just competing with myself.

That's why Zhuo Yang has always been full of contempt and helplessness towards Kang Yuzhu and Yan Yusi.If a person's thoughts are trapped in hatred every day, his life will definitely become empty and dark, and he will never be able to experience real ease and happiness.

Not being able to understand hatred does not mean being afraid of it.The most sensible way to deal with hatred is not to hate back in the same way, but to spend the smallest price so that this hatred cannot hurt oneself.So I live my life, and you struggle in your hatred.

And when one's own strength is not enough to solve the opponent, the only way is to use the power of a stronger person...

On the second day of the confrontation with Zhuo Yang's study, Yan Yaoqin finished his business affairs early, and took Zan Wu, Zhang Chongjiu and others to Baiyan Peak in light clothes.

Circling up the winding stone steps step by step, stepping on the thin and dense mist, all the way to Kong's quiet residence hanging on the cliff.

No one was there, only a young apprentice who was good at tea ceremony greeted Yan Yaoqin respectfully and said: "Mr. Yan, what a coincidence, the master went to Pianwa Temple to play chess with the abbot master. I don't know how long it will take to turn around." return."

Yan Yaoqin was not in a hurry, and slowly tasted the big red robe presented by his apprentice.He was sitting by the window in the back hall, and beyond the window lattice was the rocky coastline.The waves collided on the stone wall, stirring up boiling white foam, galloping, roaring, breaking, receding, gathering strength, and attacking again.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and large gray clouds weighed heavily on the sea.With a clear cry, a white seagull stretched its wings and soared past, drawing a melodious arc...

The bells of Pianwa Temple in the distance came from afar, thick and long.After waiting for a long time, Kong's shadow still disappeared at the end of the path. Yan Yaoqin greeted the young apprentice and asked, "When does Mr. Kong end playing chess?"

The little apprentice rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "There is no definite number, sooner or later, it always depends on the mood of playing chess."

Seeing the sunlight in the shape of the window gradually move from the center of the room to the corner, Zan Wu cautiously suggested to his boss: "It's getting late, why don't you go back first? The murderer of the attack has not been found yet, these days are not peaceful."

Yan Yaoqin was silent for a moment, his body moved slightly, intending to get up, Zanwu hurriedly picked up his coat to help put it on, but he stared out the window for a few times, and sat back upright again.Lightly waved his hands twice: "Just wait another 10 minutes."

A cup of tea was not finished yet, and Kong Kong came back with detached steps.

Seeing Yan Yaoqin, he wasn't surprised, ordered his young apprentice to serve new tea, and then talked about the situation of the chess game just now.When he said his, Yan Yaoqin was in a daze and didn't hear anything.After sitting absent-mindedly with each other for a long time, Kou Kong finished speaking, and the room fell silent, only the sound of the ocean waves passing by.

Finally, Li Kong sighed: "Mr. Yan, since you have nothing to ask, why don't you take a look at the pots of flowers and plants I have raised?"

Yan Yaoqin was taken aback for a moment, although he didn't understand what he meant, he readily agreed.The two of them entered the backyard one by one, and there was a row of large and small flower pots against the gray wall opposite, with various branches inside, some were in full bloom, and some had just sprouted new branches.

With an open-minded smile on his face, Liao Kong pointed to a pot and said, "This is a yellow gardenia. It likes warmth and humidity and avoids exposure to the sun. It usually blooms from May to June. The flowering period is very long and can last until August."

Seeing Yan Yaoqin nodding his head perfunctorily, he pointed to the adjacent pot: "This is Yunyin Rhododendron. It likes shade and is cold-tolerant. It usually blooms from March to May."

When the listener's interest was fading, Liaokong introduced the flowers and trees in the courtyard one by one, and then led Yan Yaoqin to a big bare pot in the farthest corner.There is soil in the pot, but no flower seedlings.

Liao Kong asked mysteriously: "Mr. Yan, do you know what kind of flower this is, and when should it bloom?"

"This...how can you tell?" Yan Yaoqin was confused and chuckled awkwardly.

Liao Kong laughed meaningfully and said: "Exactly. I am a flower planter, a flower grower, and a flower cherisher, but I don't know when the flowers in this pot will open. So I just water my water, Apply my fertilizer, pull weeds, catch insects, loosen the soil, and do everything. When the day it should bloom, it will bloom naturally."

Yan Yaoqin raised his head suddenly, looked at Kong and seemed to realize something.Liao Kong smiled and continued: "Look, Mr. Yan, you are sitting here waiting for me, but you don't know when I will turn back. It seems that I spent the whole afternoon, but the success or failure is only waiting for those 10 minutes..."