Why did Zhao Hongbing, who never cheated on anyone in a fight, pick up the fifth and sixth army thorns that day? Ergou thought, maybe in those days, Zhao Hongbing had some self-destruction. Zhao Hongbing's biggest shortcoming is that he keeps everything in his heart and is unwilling to speak out.
Maybe no one can understand how complicated his inner world is. Even to little Beijing, Zhao Hongbing is unwilling to reveal his inner feelings, especially the things that make others feel sorry for him. He has never imagined and dare not imagine without Gao Huan.
What is life like? His grievances and anger need to be vented.
Ergou thought, maybe catharsis is secondary. The important thing is that Zhao Hongbing is a Mohist, a Mohist in the 1980s, and a chivalrous person. In China in the 1980s, the spirit of Mohist still existed, and a person like Zhao Hongbing could be a chivalrous person.
There are many scholars, including Xiao Beijing, Li Si and Liu Haizhu, who can all be called contemporary Mohists. But by the 1990s, the world was dominated by gangster brothers like Zhang Yue and Li Wu. In the 1990s,
China, the spirit of the Mohist is dead, leaving only the body of the Mohist
The essence of Mohism is to exchange violence for violence. Li Laogangzi is the scum among people. Zhao Hongbing is willing to exchange violence for violence, and then quickly "eliminate the harm to the world" is the foundation of Mohism.
Zhao Hongbing, Liu Haizhu and others are not like "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water" advocated by Confucianism, but the brotherly love between them is as strong as fire, just like the strong 70-proof pure liquor produced in our city in the 1980s.
, burns the throat, is spicy, but warms the heart. This is the Mohist. This is the friendship between the Mohists.
"Do not pay back your heels" and "take self-suffering as the ultimate goal" are true portrayals of the Mohist spirit. Zhao Hongbing and others all value loyalty and despise life and death. "To govern troubled times, use Mozi, and to govern prosperous times, use Mencius." In the 1980s,
In the troubled times of our city, Mo is the only one who must
Zhao Hongbing knew that Liu Haizhu was in an extraordinary period now. With his hard work, Liu Haizhu was about to water the flowers of success. But at this moment, Li Laobangzi was trying to steal the fruits of Liu Haizhu's victory. Zhao Hongbing must not stand idly by and watch.
He, Zhao Hongbing, also has a share of the grudge against Mr. Li.
The expression of Mohist spirit and anger brought Zhao Hongbing four years in prison.
Zhao Hongbing, whose right hand was spanked by a potato again, only had two fingers left to use, so he wore a black long-sleeved shirt that day and stuffed the spear thorn into the sleeve of his left hand.
The scorching sun in the Northeast summer is very scorching, and it can always make people almost suffocated. But that day, the weather was beautiful, and it rained all day long. At noon, Zhao Hongbing walked slowly on the road, breathing in the fresh air brought by the drizzle.
Looking at the familiar bricks and tiles of this city where he was born and raised since childhood, his face was expressionless and his pace was extremely slow. He was approaching the affiliated hospital step by step, where his third sister also worked.
Maybe his mind was already in chaos, and he no longer knew whether he was thinking of Gao Huan or Liu Haizhu.
At 12:30 noon, Zhao Hongbing walked to the third floor of the Affiliated Hospital. It was about two kilometers from his home to the Affiliated Hospital. He walked for more than an hour.
It is said that that day, Li Lao Guangzi prepared several guns and brought 7 or 8 brothers, just waiting for Liu Haizhu to come to the door for a fight, but Li Lao Guangzi made an appointment in the afternoon, and Zhao Hongbing came over at noon. When Zhao Hongbing came,
There were only Li Laogangzi, Huang Laoxie and one of Huang Laoxie's little brothers in the ward. Zhao Hongbing understood this tactic, but Li Laogangzi didn't seem to understand it.
The door of 309 rang. It was Zhao Hongbing who knocked with the two remaining fingers of his right hand.
"Who is it?"
No one answered
Huang Laoxie's little brother stepped forward and opened the door of the ward
The door to the ward had just opened, and a rusty gun was placed on his neck. The person holding the knife was a handsome guy, holding a knife in his left hand, with a tired face, a pale face, and no expression.
"Are you from Mr. Li?"
"yes"
"very good"
"Ouch..." Huang Laoxie's little brother's leg was stabbed by Zhao Hongbing
Upon seeing this, Li Laogangzi rushed up, holding a shiny military dagger in his hand.
"Ouch..." Mr. Li also received a knife on his leg.
At this time, he heard a "pass" sound, and Huang Laoxie unplugged the infusion set and jumped off the building.
After a confrontation, Li Laogangzi knew that he was outmatched. He knew that he would bleed to death in a few more rounds. He also turned around and ran to the window and climbed onto the windowsill. Zhao Hongbing followed him a few steps and stabbed him from behind.
A knife on the thigh
Li Laoguang felt a sharp pain and jumped down.
Huang Laoxie's little brother stood on another window sill and wanted to jump down, but he didn't seem to dare.
"You don't have to jump, I won't kill you." Zhao Hongbing said to him leisurely with an expressionless face, turned around and walked away, holding the bloody fifth and sixth army thorn in his left hand.
It was later learned that Li Laoguangzhi broke his legs and wrists when he jumped from the building, but Huang Laoxie was basically unscathed.
Half an hour later, the siren sounded and the police car arrived
It is said that the case was reported by a nurse. This nurse knew Zhao Hongbing’s third sister and also knew Zhao Hongbing. In the 1980s, there were too many surgeries in the hospital among gangsters in our city, and the hospital had become the main place for gangsters to fight. According to the director,
If there is a fight, the nurse must report the crime immediately and must tell the police everything they ask, otherwise they will be punished.
An hour later, the police went to Zhao Hongbing's home and the hotel he ran, but could not find anyone.
At this time, Zhao Hongbing was sitting in a daze on the roof of the 14-story City Hotel, the tallest building in the city at the time, staring blankly at the police cars one after another passing under his eyes.
He raised his head, exhaled, and saw the lush Nanshan Mountain in the distance, as well as the surging river. The world is so big that there is no place for Zhao Hongbing to stay. Soon, he will be wanted.
Yes, Zhao Hongbing once said that he lives for his family, Gao Huan, and is nostalgic for the surging river and the majestic Nanshan Mountain.
Now, he no longer has Gao Huan, he no longer dares to play by the surging river, and he no longer dares to set foot on the majestic Nanshan Mountain.