The season of falling leaves, the blue sky, a bright and refreshing day, but Zhang Xiaolong's life is always so ridiculous and sad. Walking in the vast sea of people, his eyes are dim and dark, his eyes are unfocused, and his heart is full of bitterness and helplessness
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Childhood sweethearts, sincere and unexplainable love and affection have long been a thing of the past in his heart. The heart-wrenching pain, the innocent girl who was tortured by the disease to the point of being skinny at the age of fifteen and finally reluctant to let go of the world and closed her eyes, has always become
Memories that will never fade away in his heart.
This is God’s jealousy of talents, this is the vicissitudes of the world, this is the unchanging human heart!
Three years later, when Zhang Xiaolong recovered from his loss and finally walked out of the deserted village and came to this bustling metropolis, the passion he aroused was once again hit hard and destroyed. He only had 6,000 yuan.
I was deceived by a young man who was sanctimonious and disillusioned with humanity.
With an empty stomach and weak hands and feet, Zhang Xiaolong's steps were a little bumpy, and he had no sense of direction for a long time. He didn't expect that he, who was armed with a unique knowledge, would be reduced to this situation only three days after arriving in the big city. There was no despair, all he had in his heart was just
Miserable, after living for twenty years, from the mountains to the big cities, all he saw was the injustice of the world and the depraved human faces. He sighed and felt sad for everyone around him.
Xiaoying, who is terminally ill, is helpless, like a mandarin duck from another life, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky and the earth. If she wants to meet her, she has to be reincarnated as a human being. The father and mother who abandoned her since she was a child and have never seen her before, and the one who acted as a good person and the Weaver Girl yesterday.
The young swindlers who claimed to be brothers and defrauded him of his money through smooth talk all turned into tragedies and became the most pitiable people in the world.
It is undoubtedly difficult to be a good person. Zhang Xiaolong has never considered himself a good person. He also did many detestable things in that remote mountain village with less than 20 households. For example, he went to pick vegetables in other people's fields, dig potatoes, etc.
When he was about ten years old, he often did this kind of unearned activity. At the same time, he was often chased by those simple villagers carrying hoes. The furthest chase was more than ten miles. In the end, it was the simple and kind-hearted Xiaoying who
They hunted two hares with him and sent them to the villagers' houses to settle the matter. Otherwise, the old guy whom he called a bad old man who taught him the art of strengthening his body since he was a child would have to knock him to death with one chestnut a day.
As time goes by, Zhang Xiaolong, who is becoming more and more mature day by day, also understands what it means to have a clear understanding of righteousness and what it means to value love and self. However, now it seems that this is not necessarily a good thing, because the good people who take care of him and teach him
All the people who did good deeds died, and now he has become an unlucky guy. Zhang Xiaolong thought, maybe this is the tragic destiny. He is full of confidence in the future, but he has been immersed in his past, and he cannot forget it.
The innocent and lively girl Xiaoying who had played with him since childhood could not forget the bad old man who lived to be one hundred and thirty years old before dying of old age, and the liar who deceived him into being naked yesterday.
At the moment of being forced to climb the mountain, one has to think, what does it matter if there is justice in one's heart? When one is dizzy with hunger, one's face is pale, one's legs are trembling, one's stomach is empty, one is farting non-stop, and one is faced with the steaming white flowers in front of one's eyes.
The steaming meat buns, do you swallow your saliva or hold your fist?
"Su Zhouzhou, you bastard, don't let me see you next time, otherwise my Diamond Diamond Fist will send you to hell to drink Meng Po soup." After wandering on the street for a long time, Zhang Xiaolong's unfocused eyes inadvertently
He shot out two rays of cold light, stared coldly ahead, stopped, clenched his fists, and made a clicking sound, which made the middle-aged man who came in front of him with a leather bag shudder involuntarily. He was obviously a guy with evil intentions, and he hurriedly
I walked around him and walked faster, and after five meters, I turned around in surprise. When I saw that this young man, who was dressed in cloth, had long hair, and had straw sandals and bare feet, did not behave abnormally, he muttered: "I'm sick."
Zhang Xiaolong loosened his rough fists, turned to look at the bun shop owner on the right, gritted his teeth and walked over, looking at him without any impurity in his eyes, and said: "Boss, give me ten buns."
The owner of the bun shop is a man in his thirties. He is tall and strong. His arms that are used to knead dough all day long look very strong, which has a shocking effect on people. He stood on the steps and looked down at the face in front of him.
The pale young man who looked like a savage, who had seen countless people, immediately guessed the two situations, but he did not point it out to his face. Instead, he calmly picked up the clip and the cloth bag, quickly picked up ten meat buns and handed them over.
To Zhang Xiaolong's surprise, the other person didn't even ask for money. This made Zhang Xiaolong, who originally wanted to take the bag and run away, hesitate for a moment. He looked deeply at the other person, cursing in his heart that all the good people in this world were dead.
There was a subtle change in his thoughts. However, his subversive mood did not make him relax his vigilance towards the bun shop owner in front of him, because he had already been deceived once.
"Eat! If that's not enough, there's more here." The owner of the bun shop had a rude look on his face. He didn't look like a good person, but the look he looked at Zhang Xiaolong was very kind.
Zhang Xiaolong swallowed, and inadvertently glanced at the opponent's chest muscles that were trembling from time to time hidden under the vest. Looking at that kind face, he didn't think about it anymore, grabbed the buns in the bag and wolfed them down. It was so embarrassing.
There is no way to guard against others, so you must have the heart to guard against others. What Zhang Xiaolong is most worried about at this moment is being deceived. He was so hungry and dizzy that he could not react for a moment. At this moment, there is nothing on him to deceive. If what he is grabbing at this moment is a human meat bun
, or poison, then he considers himself unlucky, but in order to meet Su Zhouzhou again who defrauded him of all his wealth, Zhang Xiaolong, who had previously wanted to pass out on the street, did not care about anything to fill his stomach.
, even if he eats the King's meal and then gets beaten up by the other party, he is willing to do so.
Physically strong, Zhang Xiaolong is now as strong as his muscles and bones. The Diamond Mountain Fist he has practiced hard in the mountains for more than ten years has a powerful and thick penetrating power. It once knocked out an adult wild boar with one punch.
Absolute confidence, which is why he didn't even blink when he saw the chest muscles of the bun shop owner beating.
Half of it was eaten in one mouthful, and a bun was eaten in two mouthfuls. The bag of ten Northeastern buns the size of a fist was swept away in a blink of an eye. The owner of the bun shop saw all this, and looked at his mouth full of stuffed and neck muscles swelling and tightening.
As he was eating, his eyelids twitched unconsciously, and he asked in a voiceless voice: "Are you full? There is more here."
Without waiting for Zhang Xiaolong's reply, he picked up two more steamed buns and handed them over. Zhang Xiaolong looked at him and reached out to take them. This time he ate very slowly, his eyes occasionally glancing at the kettle on the table in the back room. He couldn't swallow anything in his mouth and burped.
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The owner of the bun shop finally showed a smile when he looked at him, and greeted him into the room very knowingly. The two sat opposite each other, keeping a certain distance: "Little brother, you are an expert, I can tell at a glance." I said
, how can a master like you be so hungry?"
The bun shop owner handed Zhang Xiaolong a bottle of fine red camellia tea with hope in his eyes and a hint of doubt. Curiosity filled his mind. The bun shop owner who once lived in Zhenxing Street and was respectfully called Brother Rhinoceros by many social gangsters
I believe that I will not misunderstand. But Zhang Xiaolong's eyes without any impurity but focused are looking at him honestly and shaking his head violently. His mouth is filled with minced meat and dough. He only swallowed the last half of the bun in his hand.
Stand up.
"Boss, thank you. I'm full, but I have no money. But don't worry, when I have money someday, I will definitely pay you back for today's buns." He speaks with a round accent, a strong Northeastern accent, and speaks fluently.
Standard and slightly awkward Mandarin, this is Zhang Xiaolong's true nature. He says thank you before leaving after eating, without any pretense. He has lived in the remote mountains of the north since he was a child, and has been well-informed for more than two decades.
The old man's trouble did not make him lose his proper language organization skills, not only Mandarin, but also reading, writing, and practicing martial arts. It's just that Xiaoying and the old man left one after another in recent years, and Zhang Xiaolong clung to the mountains and had little contact with the outside world.
, it seems a bit unfamiliar to return to the old business.
Living among the beasts in the deep mountains all year round, practicing martial arts and hunting for his own entertainment, Zhang Xiaolong's quick thinking has not deteriorated. He traveled thousands of miles south to Kunming, and this metropolis, which is known as the Spring City by people all over the world, really allowed him to experience
Quite a few, but even though he had never really traveled far and seen the world, he was still cruelly deceived.
"Little brother, you don't look like you are in a hurry. Why are you so unwilling to sit down and chat with me?" Seeing Zhang Xiaolong's hesitation, the bun shop owner said kindly: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person.
, to take a step back, even if I am a bad guy, I can't beat you, right? To be honest, when I saw you for the first time, I saw that you are a master, a master who hides his secrets. I guessed you when I heard you talk.
I am from the Northeast. I am also from the Northeast. My hometown is in Yichun City, Heilongjiang Province. I have been in Chuncheng for twelve years. I was only a year or two older than you when I came here. I was no better than you are now.
Go. By the way, my name is Zhao Xiniu. Look at this figure. People who know me call me rhinoceros. What about you?"
Zhao Xiniu, who wanted to keep Zhang Xiaolong behind to investigate and satisfy his curiosity, revealed his family background and name in order to gain the trust of a young man he thought was a reclusive master.
Zhang Xiaolong also felt the generous demeanor, but he had just been deceived and believed that all the good people in the world were dead. How could he completely trust the other party? Zhang Xiaolong, who was determined to hide himself completely, had a hidden agenda, but it was not good.
He flatly rejected this enthusiastic man who had just given him food and clothing.
He had no choice but to pretend to be crazy and say in a subtle way: "Boss Rhino, my... name is Landlady Zhang, you can just call me Landlady. It's true that I'm from the Northeast, but the old man said that he picked me up at the gate of an orphanage in Chuncheng.
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"Landlord, good, good name." Zhao Xiniu responded with a habitual smile, and then his expression froze, "What, your name is Landlord Zhang?"
The three thousand Chinese characters in Zhang Xiaolong's mind were all learned by memorization in the mountains by the old man who forced him to copy them. When he came to the big city for the first time, he naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with the name, and he didn't even know what the word funny meant. It was just
It was a pseudonym he combined with the Chinese character Xingkou he had learned. Fortunately, he looked at the other party seriously, feeling a little unhappy in his heart: "Well, my name is Landlord Zhang.