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- At two o'clock in the morning of the same year, in the bumpy car, Lu Huaxu once again let out a heartbreaking cough. Even if he covered his mouth, his cuffs were stained scarlet with blood.
The woman next to him silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then helped him up to drink medicine. She looked a little resentful: "If you know that you are not going to die, why should you fight with the French people? Well, now it's like this."
"It's okay, I'm still alive." Lu Huaxu showed a pale smile and asked in a low voice, "Are we here?"
The woman looked out the window at the martial law checkpoints and the soldiers with guns, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Lu Huaxu nodded slightly, his eyes a little sad: "It's a pity, so many people died to protect me."
"Who told you to ignore your own injuries and fight with others?" The woman whispered angrily: "Can't you make people worry less?"
Lu Huaxu smiled softly and said nothing. He picked up the mobile phone next to him with some difficulty and dialed a number. Almost as soon as the busy tone sounded, he was answered.
He took a breath, coughed up the sweet blood in his throat, and whispered: "Wuji, the second, third, and fourth teams were all attacked, and the third and fourth teams were all destroyed."
"Oh, it's still within the acceptable range." The young voice on the other end of the phone seemed to disagree, and just said: "I also said that the second team will also be wiped out. It seems that you have offended a lot of people? How about it, Are we there?"
Lu Huaxu smiled helplessly: "We're here, but"
"What's the matter? You feel that so many people died because of you. Are you feeling guilty?"
The young man named An Wuji sneered: "If you felt less sorry for yourself, your condition might be a little better than it is now. At least you don't have to cough up blood like you are now. Being called tuberculosis by others. Are ghosts interesting?"
He paused. He said in a somewhat indifferent tone: "You are an important resource of the country. If they die because of this, they can at least be a martyr. If you feel bad about it, just use your own money to give them some pension."
"Wuji, can't you try a different method next time you comfort someone?"
Lu Huaxu heard what An Wuji said. I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm still a patient."
"If you know you are a patient, just lie down on the hospital bed and don't go to the high seas to risk your life just because of that old woman's words. No one will be able to save you next time."
An Wuji's tone did not soften at all, nor did he become gentle because of Lu Huaxu's condition. He was just as cold as ever: "You stay there now and don't come back. I will make arrangements for your return after the news is released in a few days that you have returned to Zhonghai and been admitted to the hospital for treatment."
"Okay, I'll let you decide." Lu Huaxu nodded lightly, and then said helplessly: "Wuji, if you do this the opinions of the people below will become bigger and bigger."
"Didn't you arrive safely? What else do they have to say?"
"After all, many people died."
"How many people have died, but they can't accept it anymore? How did you pass the review in the first place with such a glass-hearted person?"
An Wuji's tone became more indifferent: "Tell them. I don't have time to take care of their mood. I will make the plan, and they just need to follow it. Or, just don't ask me for advice. I only guarantee that the plan will succeed. The rest, they figure it out on their own.¡±
Lu Huaxu had nothing to say and fell into silence.
Seemingly unwilling to continue such a boring conversation, An Wuji said impatiently: "Okay, I'll continue to play Dota. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. The air along the coast is good. Let's rest and recuperate for a few days.
The conversation came to an abrupt end. Lu Huaxu put down the phone and looked up at the hazy night outside the car window, thinking silently, not knowing what to think.
At the beginning of the year, everything looks like.
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In Shangyang, the Lu family was quiet after twelve o'clock, and the two women who stayed up late went to bed. Lu Ruoshui slept in his own room, Li Jin slept in Zhou Li's room, and Zhou Li just slept on the sofa in the living room. No one would pity him this time.
Zhou Li, who originally thought about being able to sleep together, couldn't bear the blow of the cruel reality. He lay on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep, so he had to turn on the TV to watch the replay of the gala. Although it was still boring, it could at least pass the time.
He picked up his cell phone and sent the first text message of the year to the number he had not contacted for a long time. Then at two o'clock, he finally received a reply, with only one simple sentence:
Nian Le¡ª¡ªZhou Li.
Zhou Li looked at those simple words and smiled softly. He finally felt sleepy and lay on his back.I fell asleep on my hair.
When he woke up, it was the first day of the new year, and the Lu family was unexpectedly lively, which was beyond Zhou Li's original expectation.
"After all, he didn't have any relatives in Shangyang. Lu Ruoshui's relatives well, after they were beaten, they all walked around honestly, and no one dared to come to the door.
The two brothers from the Li family came once, exchanged a few words, left a gift and left. Then there is the little policeman Wang Yinlai who has been forgotten for a long time. He has been promoted now and goes on duty after drinking a cup of tea.
Abalone brother Chen Zhibao came once, put down two bundles of hairtail and seafood, asked for a cup of tea, and then left.
A few of Lu Ruoshui's friends also came. Several little girls were talking and laughing in the room, making Zhou Li feel that youth was particularly beautiful.
Others include some daily neighbors and business friends. There were people coming and going all morning, but it didn't seem deserted.
The tea has been heated several times and a lot of gifts have been collected. Finally, after noon, Zhou Li couldn't stand it anymore and planned to go out for a walk, but found that he had no place to go.
After arriving, he simply decided to go to Wei Zai's house to have a look, but when he asked Li Jin for the address of Wei Zai's house, Li Jin's tone was a little strange.
"If you want to find him now, you have to go to the cemetery in the eastern suburbs." Li Jin, lying on the sofa like Lu Ruoshui, raised his head and said lazily: "He is there every year on the first day of the new year."
"Going to visit the grave during the Chinese New Year?"
"That's right. Today is the death anniversary of his master. Although Brother Wei is a man of few words, he values ??this aspect very much."
"I see."
Anyway, it was idle time, so Zhou Li planned to go out for a walk. Put on your clothes and drive out.
Ten minutes later, he saw the slightly forlorn figure of Wei Zai in the distance through the iron fence of the cemetery. Sitting on the ground like a child, he wiped the dust from the tombstone over and over again. Until it takes on a new look.
With a few sticks of incense, a bottle of old wine, and two torn bags of roast duck, Wei Zai threw the paper money he cut into the brazier one by one. There are also two bags of gold ingots folded by myself.
As the firelight rose, he suddenly vaguely remembered what his master was like when he was alive. For a while, he seemed to understand that his end was approaching, and he could no longer drink.
"Drinking half a bottle of Fenjiu that costs five yuan, I can talk all day long about the famous martial arts masters I defeated when I was young, about my bright clothes and angry horses when I was young, and about my majesty and majesty in Gyeonggi. Sometimes he talks about his wife who died young and his daughter who died young.
Afterwards, he would join hands with Wei Zai in a drunken state, with a set of punches that were so crooked that they seemed to fall over if the wind blew, but Wei Zai did not dare to fight back and just let him fight. He only felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and it was only at this time that Wei Zai realized that the gloomy and harsh old man was about to die at some point.
He doesn¡¯t seem to be as afraid of death as other old people. When I was alive, I often said: After I die, you must burn more paper money and gold ingots to me every year on the anniversary of my death, otherwise I won't be able to spend enough after I die. Now the price of a pound of eggs and a pound of rice has also increased. I'm afraid the prices in the underworld are not low either. As a human being, I have been miserable for so many years, and now I want to become a ghost after death, hoping to become rich. Otherwise, I won't spare you.
When Wei Zai thought of this, he suddenly felt a little sour in his heart. After burning the paper money and ingots in his hand, he took out a handful of old banhu from the bag beside him.
After picking up the music a little, he raised his head and glanced at the tombstone, then he held his bow and pulled it up a little unfamiliarly. The song was "Liu Qingniang", a Qin Opera tune that the master often played during his lifetime.
It was a little unfamiliar at first, but then I thought about the past again, and my movements became more skillful, but the tune became more and more desolate.
Zhou Li stood quietly not far away, listening carefully. It seemed that only at this time, he could see another side of this usually expressionless man.
Wei Zai noticed someone behind him, glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and then withdrew his gaze, concentrating on the song "Liu Qingniang" until finally, Banhu's voice slowly deepened and the lingering sound disappeared.
Putting down the banhu in his hand, he turned to look at Zhou Li behind him: "Why are you here?"
¡°It¡¯s Chinese New Year, and I want to find someone to wish me happy New Year, but I¡¯ve been looking all over, but I can only find you.¡±
Zhou Li spread his hands helplessly, glanced at the tombstone and said, "But it seems that this year's greetings are not the right time. Maybe next time."
"It doesn't matter, Master didn't care about this when he was alive."
Wei Zai slowly shook his head and did not get up from the ground, but just motioned for him to be casual.
Zhou Li?He smiled slightly, stepped forward and offered a few sticks of incense to his master, then sat on the ground like him, his eyes falling on the musical instrument next to Wei Zai.
"What is this?" He asked in a low voice: "It looks different from the erhu."
"Banhu." Wei Zai picked it up from the ground and tried out a few notes skillfully: "I haven't played it for a long time, so I'm a little shaky."
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect you to do this."
"I learned it before. My master taught me."
Wei Zai looked at the banhu in his hand and said: "My master used to take me to work with a grass-roots class to make a living, and sometimes I would travel around the country. Whenever I went to a place, if I could get a job, he would pull the banhu and I would knock on the bang; Sometimes he would guest star as a martial artist, but then he got old and stopped appearing on stage. But I have learned some things."
Zhou Li didn¡¯t expect that Wei Zai had done this before, and he was a little surprised, but he didn¡¯t say anything.
After Wei Zai was silent for a moment, he whispered: "It's Chinese New Year, I'm sorry for running here."
"It's nothing." Zhou Li shook his head: "I have too much time to do anyway, just don't think I'm in the way here."
Wei Zai shook his head indifferently, put down his banhu, stood up and began to pull out the grass growing from the green bricks in front of the tomb, and clean up the moss attached to it.
He didn't ask Zhou Li to help, but just said to himself as if he was remembering: "Master said before his death that he was born during the Chinese New Year and would die during the Chinese New Year. I never thought that even though he was down and out, he would be like that. , but he is still so particular in his bones."
He threw away the grass stalks between his fingers and recalled the past: "A few years ago, on New Year's Eve, he was lying in bed watching the Spring Festival Gala, and then fell asleep; he woke up in the middle of the night and asked me if there were any firecrackers going off outside?
I said yes, and he nodded and asked me to punch him. "
At this point, Wei Zai's movements suddenly paused, and he murmured sadly: "He left after I finished the beating."
Zhou Li looked at his back in silence, feeling a slight sadness in his heart.
Wei Zai continued to pull weeds. After a long time, he wiped his hands and picked up the bottle of old wine in front of the tombstone.
Unscrewing the lid, he filled the wine glass in front of the tombstone, and then sprinkled the rest around the tombstone. There was only one mouthful left, so he raised his head and drank it all.
With a bit of the thin wine in his throat, he exhaled a stream of hot breath in the cold wind and threw the bottle far away.
"Master, listen well!"
He raised his chin, and his expression suddenly revealed a scornful air. He raised his posture as if he were standing on a silent stage, with thousands of spectators in the audience.
There are still banging sounds to the tunes in my memory. Although there are no painted faces and drapes, there is still a generous sadness seeping from the bones.
After studying boxing for more than ten years, I have developed a Dantian Qi, and my Qin opera is as high-pitched and fierce as gold and iron.
"Yanzhang rode on the north slope. There are many graves and many old graves."
As if he had returned to the simple shack of the past, he sang loudly, stepping on the drumbeat that had long since dissipated, raising the non-existent weapon in the cold wind, and turning around in an inch.
After taking a sip of old wine, his eyes lit up as if they were burning.
The sound is like grinding iron. Although it is not full, it has the desolation and spirit in the bones, just like an iron horse. Even though he was hoarse, he felt that his internal organs were trembling slightly with Wei Zai's voice, as if he was being dragged into the chaos of war.
"Guangwu of Han Dynasty is buried in the grave, and Xiao He of Han Dynasty is buried in the old grave. Han Xin is buried on the back of Qinglong, and Zhuge is buried in front of Wuzhangyuan."
Wei Zai stepped on the green bricks with a stern and majestic expression, like a general who has fought hundreds of battles and a hero who has never met before. Even if he steps off the cliff, his blood and soul are burning.
The memories of the past and the sadness in the heart seemed to be ignited by the alcohol along with the blood, turning into heroic spirit. What came out when he opened his mouth was not the bright moon and the clear spring, but a hoarse and heroic voice as if Chang Ge was stained with blood:
¡°You can¡¯t live a single life in vain, so what are you afraid of even if you die?!¡±
At this point, "Goujiatan" ended quietly, with no one clapping.
There is only one viewer and one person who has passed away.
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