north bird south

"Your old man?" Not to be outdone, Dong Yibai grabbed Xu Zhiyuan's wrist and said with a sneer, "It's just a pawn, and his superiors are not willing to swallow their anger and submit to foreigners. What right do you have to stand in front of me?" Your lord?"

Xu Zhiyuan's strength was exceptionally strong, Dong Yibai could feel the pressure on his collar, he couldn't break free, as if he had never experienced such a shame and humiliation, the veins on the back of his hand stood up, he gritted his teeth and said, "Loosen it for me!" .”

"You can try it." Xu Zhiyuan smiled, bent his index finger, and tapped the weakest Adam's apple on his neck, "See if I dare."

He was a head short in strength, this posture made Dong Yibai not dare to be angry, he glared at the group of shrinking companions, none of them dared to speak out.

Fu Shubai, who was on the sidelines, felt that it was almost done, and promptly smoothed things over: "Yuaner, the students and teachers are coming back for their lunch break one after another."

Only then did Xu Zhiyuan loosen Dong Yibai's collar, picked up the pot that fell on the lawn, and said, "Let's go."

"Xu Zhiyuan," his companion came up to support Dong Yibai, but he drove them all away with a wave of his hand. He yelled at Xu Zhiyuan viciously, "You wait for me."

……

If there is no wind in the bright winter, it will be very comfortable. I fall asleep on the crushed snow at noon, neither wet nor dry, it is the temperature sheltered by the feathers in the nest.

In Pei Linwan's article, it was written in crooked handwriting that the sunny day in winter is like A Yao's palm, holding a warm surprise, and it is easier to smell the sun than in summer.

Pei Linwan is Pei Zhen's daughter, she is six years old this year.

As soon as Xu Zhiyuan put on one sleeve, he saw such a childish short story on Yu Yao's office desk.He stopped, and being "inspired" by the article, he took the initiative to sniff the other cuff that had just been dried, and smelled a faint fresh air, which seemed to be the smell of Yu Yao.

A six-year-old little literati would never have thought that his article would resonate with the appreciation of the first reader—Xu Zhiyuan curled his lips, put on his clothes, and said to himself: "Really."

There were still many "letters" from Pei Linwan on the table, it seemed that they secretly slipped them to Yu Yao while his father was working.Yu Yao treasured these papers and used them as bookmarks.

In addition to student homework, books, work notes, and Fu Wan's letter, there is a note on his desk for Xu Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan: We have a temporary meeting. Take the clothes away when they are dry, and the notes are in the first drawer from the left." Li. Yu Yao stayed."

Xu Zhiyuan folded two stacks of notes and stuffed them into his jacket pocket, opened the drawer according to his instructions, and took the note inside.

Fang was about to close the drawer, but with just a little attention, Xu Zhiyuan glanced at a folded piece of paper in the corner of the drawer, as if it had been accidentally left there.Curiosity drove Xu Zhiyuan to take it out and flatten it. It was written by Yu Yao on it. After just a glance, Xu Zhiyuan noticed something was wrong.

This is a draft of a voluntary letter, and there are a lot of scribbles and corrections on the letter paper. It can be seen that the author chose the words carefully when writing the ink.

Xu Zhiyuan folded the paper as if nothing had happened, but a trace of uneasiness slipped into his heart. He put it back in its original place, deliberately collapsed a book to cover it.This volunteer is to join a group called the Fellowship.Xu Zhiyuan knew a little about this organization from Fu Shubai, and he didn't know what they were doing, but because he advocated fighting against foreign enemies, he was labeled as a reactionary radical by the coalition government—that is, Xu Zhenping's superiors.

In short, the rulers of Huai City, who have been overwhelmed by rain and rain, treat this organization like an ant fly.

Xu Zhiyuan was beating a drum in his heart, but he was more puzzled, how could Yu Yao throw this sample letter paper in the corner so carelessly.

"Is this the young master of the Xu family?" A teacher passed by with an enamel cup and asked, "I'm looking for Teacher Yu again."

Xu Zhiyuan immediately withdrew his wandering mind, responded with a smile, and after a few words of teasing, took out the letter paper from the corner of the drawer, which was easy to find, and stuffed it into his pocket while no one was paying attention.

He was originally sitting in Yu Yao's office, forcing himself to flip through a few books, and waited for his little uncle to come back, but the teacher told him that Teacher Yu should have a meeting at this time. Go straight to class.

Xu Zhiyuan complained in his heart that these tedious meetings did not allow people to rest, but seeing that noon was over, and the time he had agreed with Master Xu was approaching, if he delayed going back, Xu Zhenping might be angry.So I said goodbye to the teacher in the office, and went out with my thoughts and notes.

He met a student giving a speech at a rally on campus, and he listened to it as he passed by. There were many generous words about defending the country and defending the country. have.

When Xu Zhiyuan was about to leave, he heard someone talking about the Xihua Daily, and what he read was a fragment of a novel published on it-"...Japanese pirates have repeatedly invaded our territory since ancient times. Jackals, carrion vultures staring at tigers, why do people today throw them into history, believe in their slander and hypocrisy, and let Xiaoxiao station in our land?"

There was a burst of applause behind him, so noisy that he didn't hear the author's name.Xu Zhiyuan looked around at the passers-by, as if there were countless eyes staring at this place. For some reason, he felt a kind of uneasiness on thin ice for a moment, but just like the voice of the student who read the manuscript, it disappeared after a moment in the cheers one after another .

Xu Zhiyuan still left here, and gradually drifting away from that voice, suddenly at a corner, he heard someone say sinisterly: "What's the point?"

Xu Zhiyuan frowned, he looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a skinny girl carrying an iron pail that did not match her, which was filled with bright red paint.It was none other than Wu Tongqiu who pulled the banner at the gate of the Ministry of Industry this morning.

She can stand here safely, it seems that Fu Shubai persuaded her to come back from that dangerous place this morning.

Wu Tongqiu saw Xu Zhiyuan, and the two just looked at each other. She ignored Xu Zhiyuan's gaze, took a towel off her neck, twisted it into a long ball, and dipped it into the bucket of paint.When she raised her hand, a bit of bright red slowly trickled down the veins of the white towel and her slender wrist until it flowed down her elbow to the crook of her arm before falling onto the lawn, like an execution knife The next drop of unyielding human blood.

Xu Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind, preventing her from writing, and her palm was accidentally stained with "blood".

Wu Tongqiu said gloomyly, "What are you doing?"

"Student," Xu Zhiyuan smiled politely, "Don't do this, it's dangerous."

Wu Tongqiu struggled to break away from him, but Xu Zhiyuan took the towel away.He said: "Student Wu, there are lessons learned from the incident on the south wall last time. I hope you will not commit such a reckless crime a second time."

She looked at Xu Zhiyuan resentfully, and screamed: "Who are you? What does my business have to do with you?"

"Your affairs have nothing to do with me," Xu Zhiyuan said, "but I am Fu Shubai's friend, and you will involve him."

Wu Tongqiu choked when she heard Fu Shubai, her expression was like that of a lost lunatic whose name was being called, and she seemed to be trying hard to hold back the emotions that were about to explode.

The iron bucket was also snatched by Xu Zhiyuan, so she could only squat down against the wall.The coincidence was wonderful, Xu Zhiyuan was lucky to stop her just when she was about to start doodling, and put these "bloody" dyes and towels far away, for fear that she would take them back again.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and squatted against the wall, side by side with Wu Tongqiu.Impressive speeches at student assemblies in the distance can be heard all around.Xu Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and first spoke to persuade: "... If you really have any difficulties, you can go to the police."

Wu Tongqiu seemed to have heard some joke, buried his head in his arms and laughed dryly for a few times, and didn't stop until his voice choked with laughter.

"...Student Wu?"

"Do you know why I said that what they do is meaningless?" Wu Tongqiu said, "They write with pens, curse with their mouths, point fingers and insinuate, but the group of rotting rats are not painful or itchy at all, because There are too many people scolding them like this, not bad for these students.”

Xu Zhiyuan looked at her, she pointed to the red spots that had just been smeared on the wall, and said through gritted teeth: "Only in this way, you can poke their soft spot, they finally know that they want to face, so they came to cover your mouth .”

Seeing that Xu Zhiyuan was quiet, Wu Tongqiu's ups and downs finally subsided. He stared lifelessly at the ground and murmured about his own affairs, as if he was talking about Amao's Mrs. Xianglin when he met someone.

Xu Zhiyuan reckoned that the time to go home would not be as promised, so he simply squatted here and listened.

She has a sick old mother who works as a farmer at home, and the family's livelihood depends entirely on the young brother's several jobs, plus the cost of her work-study program.Her elder brother, named Wu Shenyuan, has a deep relationship with her.At the beginning, the elder brother said that his brain was not working well, so he insisted on dropping out of school so that his younger sister could study.However, he is a smart man, good at dealing with others, even though he is working hard in Huai City alone, he did not make the life of his brother and sister miserable.

Wu Tongqiu's life in the past was quite peaceful, she was taciturn, and she just sneered at this rotten government, not to the point of being so crazy.

Until the nightmare came to her——by now, her brother had been missing for nearly a month.

The reason was that Wu Shenyuan was approached by a restaurant owner who used to work. The boss thought he was sociable and well-connected in the Ministry of Industry and Bureau, and asked him to help him get an account.The account was owed by Liao De of the general office for hosting the banquet. Because many officials and businessmen from other countries were at the banquet, and Liao De was full of emphasis on international friendship, so the money was put on credit.

But the boss ran into business problems shortly thereafter and was short of money, so he wanted to get back the large amount of credit that Liao De had put on credit, but was refused for various reasons when he came to the door many times.Wu Shenyuan was very loyal, and when he learned about this, he gladly helped him, but after going there a few times, he never came back.

It's not that Wu Tongqiu didn't go to the Ministry of Industry to look for it, but everyone seemed to be in unison, saying that they had never seen this person.She anxiously posted missing person notices, but nothing came to light.She hadn't told her mother about this yet, and her living expenses were also stretched, until she had no choice but to go to the pawn shop to borrow money, and there she accidentally found the Buddha jade worn by her brother since childhood.

She asked the store manager where this came from, seeing her distraught and persistent look, the store manager relented and told her.

"The person who came to be the money was a foreigner. He looked like a servant. He didn't mention who his master was. The store manager didn't know." Wu Tongqiu said in a daze and weakly, "I tried everything I could to sue the school! I went to the police station, and the police went to the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry beat me to death and said I hadn’t seen it.”

She buried her head in her arms again, all helplessness on her back.

Xu Zhiyuan frowned, and heard someone behind him recite the article just now.He digested her experience in silence, not knowing how to feel in his heart, he asked: "Does Fu Shubai know?"

"He knows," Wu Tongqiu said hoarsely, "he only said...don't let me be too radical, he will find a way, but I really don't know what else I can do now."

"You really can't be too radical, the more you are like this, the tighter they will cover you." Xu Zhiyuan picked a piece of grass from the lawn, kneaded it in his hands, and said truthfully, "I can't do too many things, But... since Fu Shubai wants to help you, I can help."

Wu Tongqiu raised his head and looked at him, Xu Zhiyuan said: "You write down your story, and I can vote for Xihua Daily for you."

Wu Tongqiu's hopes were extinguished again, and he sneered: "...they can't accept the manuscript."

"Yes, you just need to write with a pen, and leave it to me." Xu Zhiyuan stood up, just as the speech was over, there was a burst of applause and cheers behind him, the sound was far away, Xu Zhiyuan rubbed the red paint on his hands, some Something flashed in his mind, so he blurted out: "You have to remember a sentence, 'Sharpen a sharp knife into a pen, stain it with blood as ink, and write it on the enemy's skin as paper.'."

"What you just thought was a little wrong - what they did would not be meaningless." Xu Zhiyuan pointed to the group of students behind and said, "The pen is always the student's weapon, don't lose it."

……

To this day, Grandpa still has a vivid memory of that winter noon.

He had already forgotten the sentence he quoted at that time, and only remembered that he saw it in the notes in Grandpa Yu's drawer.He just glanced at it once, and those words seemed to be attached to his mind automatically, waiting for an opportunity to tell the person who should tell it.

This sentence went out of his mind and never came back. If he were to repeat it word for word, Grandpa could only shake his head.

So I thought about it in my heart for a while, and added a sentence to my grandfather, and also to this story: "I think this sentence is just right-sharpen a sharp knife into a pen, stain it with blood as ink, and write it on the enemy's skin as paper." .”

Grandpa just said: "It's very good and energetic."

I worked hard as an audience for an hour, and asked a lot of questions in the middle, claiming to be very "qualified", and then asked again: "Does Grandpa Yu know about this?"

The old man stared at me for a long time, which made me feel hairy on my back. I couldn't help but look back a few times, and said in horror, "Look what I'm doing."

"Grandpa Yu," the old man said in a low voice, probably dissatisfied, "You can't talk, Yu Changsheng."

"..." I said, "...then Teacher Yu."

Grandpa's temper is a little better.Only then did I know that he thought my name was too old, and the old man said that Yu Yao would be forever young with him.

Unconvinced, I said, "You still call Teacher Yu 'Grandma'."

The result of talking back was a slap on the back of the head by a big rough and callused hand.Anyway, I can't reason with this old man on these trivial matters, or I will suffer from the back of my head, or my father will be scolded.

After the quarrel, grandpa spread the palm of the hand that hit me in front of him. I stared at the cocoons on it in puzzlement and asked, "What's the matter?"

Grandpa called out my name again.

I said yes.

He talked about that year again.

He said that at that time, Xu Zhiyuan still had the paint from the iron bucket on the palm of his hand. The color was as bright red as human blood. He took out the voluntary book that was folded into pieces of paper, and rubbed some paint on it.

As the years passed, Grandpa always felt that the bright red on the palm of his hand could not be washed off no matter how much he washed.