Cartilage [Republic of China]

Cartilage [Republic of China]

Author: March Ruiyang

Introduction:

??The blood and tears growth of the timid and timid boy

◎Tags: Special LoveRepublic of ChinaOld MoviesInspirationalLifeRevengeAbusive Scum

◎Protagonist: Zhu Yanren X Yi Jiage

◎Supporting roles: Zhu Yingren, Man Qingfang, Man Boundless

◎Others: Old events of the Republic of China, celebrities

◎Style: Relaxed Angle of View: Unknown

◎ Favorites: 2 Comments: 6

◎Concept: Always learn to grow up

In the next life, we two will be good, and we will be good for a lifetime.

Content tags: special liking for old movies of the Republic of China, inspirational life, revenge, abuse of scum

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhu Yanren X Yi Jiage┃Supporting roles: Zhu Yingren, Man Qingfang, Man Boundless┃Others: Old events of the Republic of China, celebrities

One-sentence introduction: A small diary of the blood and tears of a timid and fearful young man.

Conception: Always learn to grow up

Jinjiang 2021-09-28 End

Total Book Reviews: 6 Current Favorites: 3 Nutrient Solution: 0 Article Points: 1,092,353

1. Wedge

The record player was turned on, and the promiscuous voice came out from it.The singer sings lively.

"OhmyDarling, OhMyDarling, loving me is true, which makes me unbelievable. OhMyDarling, treating me with sincerity, makes me often doubt. OhMyDarling..."

Man Qingfang hummed slowly, and suddenly remembered a pair of eyes from a long, long time ago.Those eyes were so beautiful, she recalled, and people fell in love at first sight.

How should I say it?It's very beautiful, if you look in, you can see it... She pointed her chin with her old bark-like finger and thought, she figured it out, yes, you can see fairy tales, British fairy tales.

She laughed as she thought about it, as if that person was standing in front of her again.It has been more than 60 years, if he is still alive, he should not be so beautiful anymore.

Looking at the watch on the wall, she stretched out her withered fingers and slowly moved the pointer away from the record player.Carrying a cloth bag and walking out: "Old man, I'm going to buy vegetables."

The people in the room may have fallen asleep and did not reply.She didn't bother him, she staggered out like an old movie with the slow-motion button pressed.

Go out and turn the corner again. The road is being built here, and there are workers in blue clothes writing on the wall.Each one is a love poem.A few steps ahead of her stood a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child with a thin back, reading the poem bit by bit.Seeing the old man approaching, he took a step back to let her.

She thanked him slowly as she passed by, and looked up at him.With just one glance, she froze.Because he is clean and beautiful, with soft and gentle lines on his face, and a pair of deep sunken eyes, so clear and beautiful, passing through time and dyeing the story.

Man Qingfang rubbed her dazed eyes, her body trembled and her voice trembled because of excitement.But gently, as if afraid of waking up a sleeping child: "angl..." Her ending sound faded.

2. Under the fence

"Bang..." Man Qingfang shook violently in the gentleman's arms, and looked out the window.Many couples on the dance floor also stopped in twos.A flamboyant dancing girl and a gentleman in a well-fitted suit.Like balls rolling on the disc, it flowed beautifully and gracefully to the window, looking down.

"Bang bang bang..." A series of gunshots rang out.The woman shouted in horror: "Killer, murderer..." The beads suddenly lost their thread, scattered and rolled towards the corners of the room.Man Qingfang hid in the corner of the wall, boldly looking out.

I don't know where the murderer came from.They wore all black clothes, the black was messy and nondescript, with suits, long shirts, melon hats and top hats.But it looks surprisingly uniform.His face was buried under the scarf around his neck.

The second burst of gunfire stopped, and the black clothes rushed to the car very quickly.Man Qingfang's eyes were attracted by the last man.Because he is tall and handsome, not like a killer, but like a well-bred gentleman...

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out and pushed Man Qingfang's head down: "Still watching? You are so courageous..."

The group of men in black fled in a hurry.Only then did the patrolmen rush forward from all directions.In the end, the man looked like he was holding a pretty child in his arms.At first the child was still moving, but then he completely fainted for some unknown reason.

The man removed the hat covering the child's face, blinked, and shouted to the person in front: "Park at the Suzhou Bank ahead, I have to go first, people will deliver it separately, remember not to confuse it."

The man in front agreed to stop at the door of the bank.As soon as Yi Jiage got off the car, the car flew out guiltily.He gave a "tsk" in satisfaction and disgust.Called a rickshaw and ran the other way.

Just now the man was sitting in the small attic on the top of the villa, facing the glass, slowly smoking a cigarette.

"Yi Jiage, you are so fucking good at doing good things, you are acting without authorization!" The station master threw a tattered booklet with many names printed on it on the table.With a loud noise, Yi Jiage remained indifferent, and let out a sigh of relief: "The address book is clear..."

"It's not the same thing. Zhu Ci is an advanced intellectual, and besides, he has such a great influence. If you show a little clue, what will others think of us?" The station master kicked the table over: "Turn around!"

When Yi Jiage turned around, his fingers were trembling, and he almost wanted to poke his fingers directly into his beautiful head: "Do you know that the anti-Japanese wind is so tight now that we kill progressives, that is Traitor!"

"Isn't he dead?" Yi Jiage took down the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray, with a suave smile: "The rebellion of such a big man will not benefit us much anymore?"

Hearing what he said, the station master thought for a while, and sat on the sofa behind him: "He didn't mean to betray just because he said it..."

"That's easy, we just need to publish an article in the newspaper under his name. Then send the old man to Japan with the name of a traitor to retire in Japan."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"Then kill it, and save money from Japan's appeasement."

"Why are you so bad?" The station master's expression softened: "I'll go back and report to the higher-ups. It's a great achievement for you to get the address book. But you can tell the higher-ups how much you want this time." He stroked his chin in dissatisfaction : "Every time the lion opens its mouth, it looks like a starving ghost. I can't stand the scolding."

Yi Jiage thought about it, and excitedly agreed.The station master told him: "You will suffer here sooner or later, the God of Wealth owed you in the previous life."

"I can't help it, you know, I'm afraid of being poor." Yi Jiage joked, straightened the table with long hands and feet, and poured him a cup of tea: "It's really hard to be poor..."

Zhu Yanren was like a trapped bird, moreover a bird with its wings broken and its head drooping.He opened his eyes and tilted his neck to look at the place next to him. It was empty, the mattress was messy, and there was a musky, faint, unpleasant smell.He moved his arms gently, as if he was afraid of breaking himself.

Then, the pain felt like a snake, shaking from his shoulders to his tailbone.He thought the backache was due to lying down for too long, and Yi Jiage always touched his stomach and the things under it, which annoyed him, but there was nothing he could do at this time.He then thought that the arm hurt too much, and that was because there was a bullet hole in it, which was taken out last Wednesday night and punched in at noon last Wednesday.

That day he went with his father to prepare a leather jacket for himself for the New Year.On the way back, it was clearly a main road, but a few shadowy people flashed out from the crowd and suddenly shot at the car, killing the driver on the spot.He froze in the back seat, seeing his father rushing towards him and covering him.Suddenly, what seemed to be a fist filled with iron came violently, and it almost smashed his arm.

He started kicking and screaming "ahhhhh".His father tremblingly opened his eyes and looked at him, and opened his mouth, which was full of blood. When he exhaled, hot air sprayed into his ears: "Don't move, don't be afraid."

Then he was about to faint, which was the feeling he often had when he was so hungry that he had hypoglycemia, but it was a little stronger, as if his spirit had suddenly escaped from his body, lightly, with gray-white snowflakes in front of his eyes.Someone roughly stretched out his hand and lifted his father up, and then stretched out a hand from the crowd, put a hat on his head and face, and lifted him up with that hand across his waist.

Something was held in his hand, and it felt warm through the thickness of the leather jacket. He thought, it should be a gun.Pillowing in the arms of someone else, who was holding him by the waist, squeezed into his family's car with those shadowy people, the car was immediately full, cramped, stuffy, smelling of blood, sweat melting into the snow, eyes oppressed He stood, out of breath.He looked up at the boundless darkness, and fainted heavily.

Later, he was sent to an old friend of his father, Yi Jiage.He knew that his sister was coming too, so he always came in quietly, sat silently beside him, and moved gently, always worried that he would wake him up.Occasionally, he would cry, sobbing softly, complaining that his father shouldn't pick him up.She also cried very carefully, but that thin cry always shook his heart and woke him up from his dream.

Zhu Yanren pulled himself away.Sighing, I suddenly felt a little nauseous.

And his stomach was empty, and he couldn't vomit anything.He propped up the bed with his right hand and tried to sit up, the quilt on his body fell down, he looked at his body, it was bruised and purple.

Before that, he had always regarded Yi Jiage as his uncle and his father's friend.To him, he is also regarded as uncle, friend and nephew.In fact, at this point, how could he