Attack Stream of Life

    During dinner, Zhaoming burned a large pot of sake lees dumplings, sprinkled a little sweet-scented osmanthus nectar in each bowl, and put a pinch of red, red and green wax gourd candy.

    Qiao Kuan imitated the other educated youth, holding a bowl in both hands and sitting beside the fireplace. This bowl of sake lees Yuanzi can't be said to be extremely delicious. After all, Qiao Kuan has eaten many good things, and there are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, but this bowl of crude Yuanzi seems to have a special warmth in it.

    The distiller's grains are not the best, and the sweet-scented osmanthus honey is not the best, and there are also cheap wax gourd candies. However, the sweetness and sourness of the lees is just right, and the sweet-scented osmanthus nectar complements the aroma of the wine.

    It's really strange, Qiao Kuan seems to taste the warmth that scalded his heart from a bowl of fermented rice **** that didn't look very delicate and precious. There is a little confidence in my heart for no reason, and the person who made this bowl of soup must be a warm person who shines from the soul.

    Qiao Kuan, no, or Wei Ge, he knew at first sight that Zhao Ming was the person he was looking for. People's habits can be changed, their appearance can be changed, but there is a characteristic that is difficult to explain, and it will never change. He has been here for a long time, from north to south, the points given by the system are always intermittent. Wait, wait, wait until he is in his twenties, and he glanced at Zhaoming on the street corner, like a moth touching a flame.

    They said he was ill, Wei Ge had to admit that he was indeed ill, and he lacked his own medicine.

      The milk cat, every time I think about it, my heart itch.

    He wants to wait, his reason can wait, but his heart can't wait.

    Appearance, body, voice, conversation, guile hidden in innocence, all of them poked his itch.

    "Ah!" Zhao Ming sneezed, he rubbed his nose, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it.

    "It's all right. I just made skewers and rice cakes, you can do it yourself."

    Zhao Ming brought from the kitchen a plate of mustard greens, leeks, dried tofu, rice cakes, etc., washed and chopped, as well as ground five-spice powder, as well as sweet chili sauce, sesame seeds, etc. . Everyone cheered when they saw it, and one person took a few strings. In fact, this amount is not enough to eat at all, but barbecue is not intended to fill the stomach.

    "I want leeks."

    "Do you still have dried tofu and mushrooms?"

    Seven or eight hands stretched out to the plate, no one was polite, only Wei Ge, the guest, looked on in surprise. Zhaoming quickly grabbed two strings of rice cakes from the plate and gave one to Wei Ge.

    "I'm not good at it, so I'm going to waste it." Wei Ge said.

    "That's it, I'll bake it for you." Zhao Ming did not doubt that he was there, he took two strings of rice cakes and baked them very seriously. With big eyes and a small face, he looked very immature, the flames jumped, and he felt more like a child than a youth.

    Weige can see that, as if traveling through time and space to meet the uncle of his youth again, he has an incredible sense of confusion. His heart was beating wildly, his skin was reddened by the firelight, and his mouth was suddenly very thirsty.

    I want to kiss him, hug him, and say those three words.

    "Did you find someone?"

    "Huh?" Zhao Ming didn't know why.

    The little round-faced comrade who was eating especially deliciously tore off the leeks on the bamboo stick, and answered Zhaoming inarticulately, "No, no, Comrade Qiao Kuan wants to give us Amin Introduce the object?"

    "He's still young, so we're not in a hurry. We'll have to go back to the city in the future." In other villages, there are many people of the same age as him, who had married a daughter-in-law and had children in the village. Because there is such a big brother in the market, everyone thinks that they are only twenty, and it is still early, so don't be in a hurry.

    What's more, if you get married, you have to move out of the educated youth station, and you won't be able to enjoy the craftsmanship of Comrade Xiaoyu and Comrade Zhaoming in the future.

    Loss of money.

    "Yeah, it's still young." Wei Ge laughed, "I will make it in a few years."

    Weige took a basket of wine and left, Zhaoming said that he was a big customer, and he meant to give it a ride, all the way to the mouth of the village.

    "What do you want? I'll ask." Wei Ge said.

    "What are you doing? Be diligent for nothing, and either **** or steal."

    "I like you, don't you like me?"

    Zhao Ming suddenly blushed, and he pouted twice in his heart to stop himself from thinking about it, this is the love between pure comrades, "You don't always speak in such a weird voice, and speak seriously. One point, I can like you too."

    Wei Ge is as good as he is, standing up straight, keeping his chest and abdomen tight, no longer the frivolous look of former talents.

    Zhao Ming felt more natural, and felt that this was the original appearance of the other party, and said strangely, "I take the liberty to ask, do you usually speak in that way? Sorry, it's not that you can't say it well, It's just... Maybe I'm a little offended, I think it's very unnatural, a little unreal. Of course, you don't have to answer."

    "No." When Wei Ge spoke again, his tone of voice changed, "I'm just imitating the person I like, I want to be like him, but it's not very successful. "

    Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, he stopped and frowned slightly.

    In fact, he is not a nosy person, and he knows the taboo of talking in a simple way, but I don't know why, I just want to say something today.

    Zhao Ming looked at Wei Ge very solemnly, with flames burning in his eyes, "I don't know how much you like that person, but there is no one person or any kind of emotion in this world that is worthy of your care. Abandon yourself! If this is the result of someone you like expressing or implying, then she is a very bad and downright psychopath. If not, then you are sinning against yourself."

    "...No, no, you misunderstood." Wei Ge couldn't help laughing for a while, but it was self-defeating, "He is a very good person, although sometimes a little childish, but most of the time he is a A gentle and honest person."

    Zhao Ming is a little strange, he can't think of any reason why one person would want to learn another person's speech and manners.

    Seeing his relaxed expression, Wei Ge also breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "It's just that the person I like accidentally forgot all the previous things, I'm not sure about the present For him, am I still that special. If I imitate him, maybe he will feel familiar because of it, maybe he can find me in the crowd."

     Personality, when a person is seriously managing his own life, his soul is shining, which is the most attractive. If you bloom, bees and butterflies will come spontaneously."

    Zhao Ming said it so seriously, the whole person seemed to be glowing, so that Wei Ge was completely attracted by him. He took a step back, feeling that his face was burning, so he covered half of his face with his hands and turned his head away.

    The appearance of this shy big boy made Zhao Ming stunned:...weird, strangely good-looking, want to raise...stop it, have the owner.

    "But the real me is a very boring man. Without the memories of the past, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep him."

    "How could it be?" Zhaoming asked in surprise, "Could it be worse than what you looked like before? If the person you like looks like that, would you be beaten up if you grow up? already."

    Weige:…

    "We are also friends, right? Since we are friends, leave me some of your wine in the future. I will also help you pay attention to what you want."

    "I like old books, but other old objects are fine. Can you help me to find them?"

    Weige glanced at him, the situation is turbulent these days, no one can keep old things openly, so these things are worthless now, but they are hard to find. Wei Ge himself has news channels, and the long-term vision given him by the growing environment, so he started looking for these things a few years ago, but he didn't expect Uncle to have no memory, so he thought long-term.

    Antiques of prosperous times, gold in troubled times.

    During the past dynasties, there will be some turbulence when the country is founded. But when this special period has passed, the value of antiques will be revealed. Nowadays, everyone regards bicycles and sewing machines as treasures, but those who are really knowledgeable are collecting old objects.

    "Sure, I'll keep an eye out, okay?"

    "It's settled, you can draw a layer of referral fee. The public will return to the public, and the private will return to the private... Save more betrothal silver and ask for someone you like in the future." Zhao Ming narrowed his eyes and said. At the time, he was slow, as if he was holding a cigar and slowly spit out a smoke ring, which had a lazy taste of its own.

    "Do you want to be so clear with me?" Wei Ge grabbed his hand.

    Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand. He wrinkled his nose, feeling that the conversation was strange and familiar. Qiao Kuan's expression was indescribably familiar, and he had only met him twice. How could he have such a strange idea?

    Seeing that Zhaoming's expression was wrong, Wei Ge restrained himself, "Since we are friends, don't mention the introduction fee. I don't want the introduction fee. If you are happy, you can make more wine for me. ."

    "Okay. Next time you come, there's enough wine."

    Weige nodded with a smile.

    They have arrived at the entrance of the village, it is time to go. Wei Ge glanced at the way back and wanted to hug him, his bones were itchy, but he held back, just waved his hand, unable to say goodbye.

    Zhao Ming smiled and waved his hand, watching the bicycle squeak into the night before he turned around and walked back.

      In the blink of an eye, the path was illuminated with a dim light.

      On the ground, scare away those little bugs that probe their brains.

    "Huh?" When halfway through the road, Zhaoming suddenly heard something.

    He was a little curious, so he crept closer to the sound source.

    It's so late, who won't sleep?

    Ma San pressed the little girl who kept kicking with her legs, covered her mouth with one hand, and tried to peel off her cotton jacket with the other, and said disgusting words in her mouth people's words.

    Xiumei kept kicking and beating with her legs, but she was only eight years old, and her strength was too weak for an adult. She vaguely knew what might happen to her, and tears of despair flowed from her eyes.

    "Little girl, let you be patient, what's going on now? After waiting for so long, I've been waiting for you... Tell Grandpa to get close to you...!"

    Ma San didn't finish his sentence, only heard a muffled sound, the old hooligan with yellow teeth opened his eyes and slowly fell down.

    Xiumei almost stopped breathing. She usually screamed when she saw a big mouse, but now she realized that she was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound.

    "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." One hand stretched out and pushed the old man who was pressing on Xiumei's body away, and the other hand gently touched her head, "Don't be afraid, Ah Brother Ming is here."

    Xiumei shivered and cried, her body trembling as if twitching.

    Xiumei is the daughter of the director of the women's house. The director of women has three sons, only one little girl. She is very spoiled on weekdays. This girl is one of the very few girls in the village who are allowed to go to school. Many times, when has a very lively little clever ghost ever had such a pale face with tears and trembling?

    Xiumei sat for a while before she had the strength to stand up, she wiped her tears, although her face was still pale, her body no longer trembled.

    "Now, go home and find your mother. Don't cry, don't let people see it, forget about it, and treat it as a nightmare."

    "Then, he..." Xiumei pointed to Ma San on the ground.

    "Leave it to me. You don't know anything, understand? Let's go." Zhaoming gave her the stick that had just hit Ma San on the back of the head, "Take it, go home, except you Mother, don't tell anyone."

    Xiumei held a stick, nodded while holding back tears, and ran away.

    Zhao Ming looked at the old hooligan on the ground, his eyes seemed to freeze.

    The village clans here are very strong and united. But even if it is successful, it is also united in failure. If Masan is from outside the village, he can directly hand it over to the village chief. The villagers cannot tolerate outsiders bullying their own family. These days, even thieves are killed without complaint, not to mention bullying women and children, and they must be punished with death.

    If Masan is a foreigner, he is afraid that he will be beaten to death immediately.

    But Masan is a native of the village, one of the common surnames, and has many relatives and friends in the village. And in the end things didn't work, so it may be a warning in the end. He still has a chance to hurt a second, third, or even more little girl. There is a saying that dogs can't stop eating shit.

    He is alive, there will be many little girls in danger in the future, and many families may be broken.

    Zhao Ming believes that he is not a particularly good person. He has always felt that it is impossible for him to take risks in other people's affairs, but when it comes, he finds that he cannot remain indifferent. The night wind was cold, and his heart was even colder. He was neither nervous nor panic-stricken, nor angry or disappointed.

    The eyes could not help but stick to the other's neck, a voice said, there is a large artery there, just scratch it... He has an inexplicable instinct, as if he can see through the skin A blood vessel and every muscle. The person in front of him, as long as he wants, can use a knife to cut into countless pieces without hurting a single bone.

    Ma San still didn't wake up, the back of his head wasn't bleeding and he lay on the ground as if he was asleep.

    Looking at him, Zhaoming's mouth is dry, he doesn't want this person to continue to live.

    Zhao Ming doesn't smoke. At this time, he suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. He touched it in his pocket for a long time, but only found a candy. Inexpensive hard candy bars with the poor sweetness of saccharin.

    This inferior sweetness relaxed his spirit a little. Zhaoming has always felt that such a person should not live, but he is not a law and has no power to decide his life or death. Or to put it more clearly, Zhaoming was not willing to become a murderer for a little girl who only met a few times.

    He may break the 'rules' for himself, for his wonderful friends and relatives, but not fraternity enough to do so for others.

    But if you say let it go, it feels like watching a mosquito sucking other people's blood, and the urge to kill him naturally arises.

    Zhaoming found a rope, he tied Ma San's mouth with a cloth strip, tied his hands and feet with ropes, passed one end through a large banyan tree nearby, and hung him up.

    In the process, Ma San woke up, but what he saw was Zhao Ming who was fully armed and hid himself tightly. Zhaoming wore a gray-black hooded robe, only showing one face and two hands, and covered his face with a piece of cloth, wearing ordinary work gloves on his hands, and said nothing, no matter how hard Ma San struggled, he was indifferent.

    His cotton trousers just untied by themselves, and now they fall off when they are hung up.

    As soon as Ma San's thigh was exposed to the air, a layer of goosebumps developed and he kept shivering. He seemed to be cold, but his mouth was sealed, and he could only keep twisting, like a dying bug hanging on a spider web.

    Zhao Ming looked around and found an aluminum kettle, which belonged to Masan himself. He poured the full water in it directly on the dirty man with black heart and black lungs. As soon as the water touched the air, it turned into an ice-cold liquid. Ma San was almost twitching from the cold. In such weather, if the weather stayed overnight, even if he didn't die, The three legs should also be abolished.

    Not enough, no insurance.

    Zhao Ming thought so, and pulled out a pair of gloves from his pants pocket. He didn't know when this habit started, and he carried gloves and a short knife with him. Very short knives with long fingers that look like harmless paper cutters.

    He gestured, not knowing what to think, and put it away.

    The knife is too easy to leave marks. Zhaoming didn't want to look down on people, and if he ruined his life because of this, it would be worth the loss. So he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his foot to aim at a certain place and kicked.

    Ma San's face was instantly pale.

    The sound of something breaking was so clearly audible on this silent night.

    Can't you control yourself? Are you always troubled by the mosaic in your brain? One step is in place, the foot is healed, no thanks, please call me Lei Feng.

    After everything was done, Zhaoming took out a broom from the side and wiped away his own traces as he walked, until he returned to the entrance of the village, and then walked from the main road to the educated youth point.

    The people who lived with him were already asleep, Zhaoming didn't wake them up, he wiped his face, washed his feet and lay down.

    My heart was pounding, I thought I would not be able to fall asleep, but my heart was very calm, just like killing a fish at noon, I fell asleep after a while.

    "I'm a little abnormal," he thought before going to bed.