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Chapter 9 Melancholic Brothers (2)

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    The photographer showed no sympathy, and showed disgust at the model who fell into the water.  Seeing that she was still sitting on the ground, she began to scold.

    I said to the brother beside me: "He is Japanese and speaks Japanese."

    "Then why should they listen to him? The rascal."

    "Well, let's scold him in Chinese, shall we?"

    The brother said: "I don't know how to curse."

    "But he scolded your sister!"

    Brother's face flushed.

    I said "Get ready-get up!"

    Brother and I shouted loudly: "Little Japan, go back! Down with you, Japanese ghost!"

    The photographer probably guessed that what we yelled was related to him, so he yelled at one of the models again.  The model came over and said, "My little friend, I am Mr. Guiguzi's assistant, please don't be rude to him!"

    Brother said loudly: "Who is he? Did he come to invade us?"

    "No, no, he is an artist, a well-paid photographer of our company, he is paid by the hour, and his time is precious!"

    We saw the models pull up a piece of cloth under the tree to cover the red T-shirt and change clothes.  When she put her half-dry hair on her head and came out from behind the covering cloth, I told my brother that she looked like Lu Yuanyang who did rhythmic gymnastics.

    The brother said stubbornly: "She is my sister, and I want her to be my sister."

    "Does she look like it? I don't think so."

    "Like!" he said stubbornly, and told me to tell her.

    I walked over and told her.  Without answering, she took a roll of bills out of her purse and handed it to me.

    I do not want.

    "Think too little?"

    "Do me a favor," I pointed to the photographer, "I want to borrow his mobile phone to make a call."

    She said: "No, he has a bad temper, so we dare not borrow it. Are you in a hurry? We are going to Humen to shoot some advertisements with sunshine, sea water, and Humen Bridge. When we arrive in Humen, my sister will take you to talk  Bar."

    I am very happy.  Humen, that is the east bank of the Pearl River Estuary.  My grandfather taught me to read a poem:

    After a hard encounter, there are few stars around.

    The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is blowing, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain beats the flats.

    Anxious beachheads say panic, and sigh alone in the ocean.

    ?No one in life has died since ancient times, keep the loyal heart to reflect the history.

    Standing in Humen, you may be able to see Ling Dingyang.  There is also Humen selling cigarettes, the billowing smoke on the film, is it from burning there?

    The photographer became even more irritable.  As soon as he beckoned, the models had to get in the car immediately, the driver had to drive immediately, he had to go to Humen immediately, and the filming had to start immediately.  If any link is not fastened, he will scold his mother.

    Sister Yuanyang hid us in the pile of props in the trunk of the car and covered it with a big skirt so that the photographers could not see it.

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    We arrived at Humen soon.  Turning around, I saw a huge broken pipe on the square.

    Sister Yuanyang changed her clothes again and was shooting an advertisement.  We look at them from a distance, they are so beautiful!

    After filming for a while, she walked towards us with a smile, like the people on TV, so beautiful that I was dizzy.

    "Sister Yuanyang."

    "Why do you call me Sister Yuanyang?"

    "Oh, my brother wants you to be his sister."

    "No problem. Where are you from and where are you going?"

    The brother spoke first: "We want to be with you."

    "It looks like a very smart kid. But the boss doesn't allow it. My sister signed a contract with him and has to work."

    "Then, can we still see you?"

    "Maybe. The world is big, but it's also small. Can you find justice?"

    "Yes. I want something from you, can I?"

    "what?"

    "Little mirror."

    "Boy, what do you want it for?"

    I told her embarrassingly: "II have become very bad recently, I am worried that my father will not recognize me."

    She bent down, stretched out her long arms to embrace us, kissed each of our foreheads, and whispered: "If you want to go back to Guangzhou, there is a bus at the station over the square. Come, take the money,  You can buy train tickets, water and bread."

    "Sister, I want to go with you!" the brother begged.

    "God bless the homeless child! God bless the homeless child"??Someone is pulling my schoolbag from behind.  Turn around and see, it's a brother!  I grabbed his hand and almost cried out.

    Brother had a great idea and pointed me to a group of tourists wearing yellow sun hats ahead.

    We ran towards them hand in hand.

    This is a group of old men and old ladies from Taiwan. They procrastinate, chatter each other, and stop from time to time to stuff snacks or nutritional capsules into their mouths.

    The tour guide is a handsome boy who has been patient.  He had to shout with a small flag, and he had to solve the problem of the lagging old lady, and he had to negotiate with the guards and tour guides of the scenic spot before the team arrived.  I went up to him and told him I could help.  He hesitated for a moment, then gave me the yellow pennant, and I called everyone to gather, while he went to work on other things.  I raised the little yellow flag high, and after the old people slowly moved forward, he counted the number of people, and then everyone entered the scenic spot one by one.

    In Weiyuan Fort, my brother and I saw the sea for the first time, both excited and bewildered.  Those rusty cannons, big iron pipes, very clumsy, have been in their original positions for more than 160 years.  It is incredible that the Chinese navy in the nineteenth century relied on it to resist invaders.  When we arrived at the Naval War Museum, the weapons used by the Qing soldiers were even more crude and ridiculous!  So clumsy and crude, how can they protect the country?

    We got into the projection room of the museum and watched the dome-screen movie of the Battle of Humen. It was so realistic that my heart kept beating.  Seeing Guan Tianpei exhausted from injury, exhausted, and sacrificed with hatred, our tears flowed out.

    Coming out of the Naval War Museum, it was almost dusk.  We waved goodbye to the tour guide and walked to the beach.  I didn't say polite words, and I didn't ask the other person's last name, name, what they were going to do, where they were going, and so on.  I like it that way.

    I hope that in the next time, on every journey, I will meet such people.  Although we are strangers, we are close to each other, and we don't say weak or sentimental words, and we don't inquire about each other's situation.  It only takes a moment to look at each other, and you can give each other blessings and strength in your eyes.

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