There are two days left until the Spring Festival of 2006.
The Lunar New Year is the New Year. In the past, the Chinese New Year was really full of New Year flavor. From day to night, no matter in the village or in the city, the sound of two firecrackers never stopped. After one house was set off, that house was set off, and people were busy cleaning.
Hygiene is buying new year’s goods, guess what I’m doing?
I'm sawing the windows.
Mr. Qin helped me secretly get some hacksaw blades. I studied it all night and finally found a loophole in the iron window of the hospital.
As long as you use a hacksaw blade to cut off the entire end of the wall, the two iron fences can be completely removed.
If you want to restore the window afterwards, you only need to find a good angle and align the incision. In this way, there will be basically no flaws in the appearance, unless someone has nothing to do and steps on the stool to push hard.
"Wu Feng, open the door. Why did you lock the door in broad daylight?"
"What's wrong, boss?" I opened the door and asked with a smile.
"You said you just stay in the house every day. I don't see you playing cards or watching TV."
"A sneeze!"
After sneezing, I explained: "I've had a cold these past two days and I didn't want to move, so I just lay down in the room."
"Well, you really don't look good. Do you need to go to the infirmary to get some medicine?"
I'd be surprised if my face looks good... I slept for more than an hour last night, and then I woke up from a nightmare.
"No need for leadership, my body recovers quickly, and this minor illness will be over in two days."
He nodded: "Okay, it's no big deal if I come to call you. I was just informed by the superior that a new patient will come tonight. All other places are full, so I plan to put an extra bed in your place."
"no!"
I said anxiously: "Boss, this is a private room!"
I have to saw the windows at night, and suddenly a stranger is moving in. How can I work?
He said displeasedly: "What is your identity? What is your position? You still want to live in a single room every day!"
I'm anxious to say that this is the single room I paid for!
But when the words came to my lips, I didn't dare to say them out. It would do me no harm at all.
So I immediately changed my words with a smile: "No problem, it all depends on the leadership's arrangement."
"Well, okay, that's it."
After they left, I ran to find Mr. Qin.
"Master Qin, you must help me transfer this person! Otherwise, we won't be able to do anything!"
"How's your progress going?"
I thought for a while, frowned and said, "Everything goes well, I can start working as soon as tonight."
"Well...it's not difficult."
The old man looked at me and said: "Whoever lives in the house, just pretend to have a mental illness and take off his pants. You will definitely scare them away."
"This...isn't this bad for my reputation? If word gets out, how can I still mess around, Mr. Qin? Is there no other way?"
He asked me: "Reputation is more important or freedom is more important. Let the other party retreat before the difficulties. This is the simplest and most effective way at the moment."
"Okay, I understand."
As they were talking, suddenly a man hurried over and shouted: "Something happened, Mr. Qin, Lao Xu's illness has relapsed! Go and have a look quickly!"
After hearing this, the old man immediately ran out without saying a word. Although I didn't know who this man named Lao Xu was, I followed him to see him.
As soon as I arrived in ward 409, I heard a man's "heart-rending" screams.
"It hurts so much! Ouch! It hurts so much! Let me go! I can't live anymore!"
When he entered the room, he saw a young man with a money rat tail and a panic look on his face. He was struggling to hold down an older, thinner, white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man seemed to be enduring some kind of tremendous pain. He was sweating profusely, covering his abdomen with his hands, and his teeth were gritting loudly! He kept shouting: "It hurts so much! Let me die!"
Seeing this, Mr. Qin asked anxiously: "Daowazi! Isn't Lao Zhou's illness already cured? Why is it happening again?"
The man with braided hair also said anxiously: "I don't know what happened! Now it's happening again!"
I asked one of Mr. Qin's men in a low voice, what's wrong with this man? What's wrong with him?
The other person told me in a low voice: "Lao Zhou suffers from stone disease, the kind that hurts people to death."
I thought to myself, what kind of stone disease is so painful?
"Daowazi! Quick! Kill me quickly! I can't stand it anymore!"
The man with braids cried in his voice: "No, Master! I can't do that!"
"Ah! Ah!...Japanese ancestors! I love you so much!"
The old man shouted something, and then he fainted from the pain.
Mr. Qin scolded: "Stop! Daowazi, where are you going!"
The braided man looked murderous and said with a cold face: "Get out of the way! I want to take you to the hospital outside for treatment!"
Master Qin looked at him with the same indifference: "Daowazi, you know very well that we can't leave, and we will have to die here."
At this time, Manager Qu heard the commotion and rushed over. When he came in, he shouted: "What's going on? What's going on! What are you yelling about!"
What happened in the next second was something that no one expected.
The braided man named Daowazi grabbed Qu's neck and pushed him into the corner in two steps. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red. He said: "The surname is Qu, I want to take my father out and follow the rules of the world."
As soon as the braided man said this, the scene fell silent for an instant.
Mr. Qin gritted his teeth and took the lead in speaking word by word: "Daowazi, you will definitely die if you do this... Don't do that. Give me some time and I will help Lao Zhou think of a solution."
"open!"
Manager Qu threw his hand away and said angrily: "I think you have had enough of life! You want to die!"
The braided man's eyes were very red. He looked at Manager Qu and said in a hoarse voice: "Who do you think your surname is Qu? When we were imprisoned here, this was the rule established by President Zheng! I am repeating it,
I now demand that the rules be followed!"
"Okay...Okay...Okay!"
"Daowazi, you have the guts! You want to die, right? I'll satisfy you!"
"Ha..." The braided man sneered, "Give me my knife back and let's see who dies."
Coming up from the corridor on the fourth floor, there was a gong hanging on the wall. There was a thick layer of dust on the gong. Before I came here, I thought the gong was just a decoration, hanging on the wall for good looks.
Unexpectedly, he saw Manager Qu bring a stool and step on it with an angry look on his face. Without hesitation, he punched the gong loudly!
The sound of the gong is melodious and spreads in all directions.
The people here suddenly burst into loud shouts. Many people were excited and shouted repeatedly: "Daowazi! Daowazi! Daowazi!"
Seeing this, Master Qin just sighed helplessly.
What on earth is this doing? I looked puzzled and couldn't understand the situation at hand.
At this time, a casual voice suddenly came from behind me and said: "You are brave, but you are too reckless. There is a good show to watch."
I looked back and saw that the person speaking was the man who had eaten my shit.
I frowned and asked, "What are you doing? What does beating the gong mean?"
With a smile on his face, he looked at me and licked his lips and said with a smile: "Zheng Dali set the rules when he was alive. When the gong rings, it means that he wants to challenge it."
"Challenge what? Challenge who?"
The shit-eating man laughed and said: "Challenge all the masters here. As long as you defeat all the gatekeepers, and then defeat Lord Ma, you can leave here."
"This...how is this possible..."
I won’t tell you if I’m not familiar with the gatekeeper, but who is Lord Ma?
That is the number one master of the Changchun Club today! Even the madman Xie Qirong is no match for Lord Ma. Isn’t this a joke? No!
Seeing the shock on my face, the shit-eating man took out his ears with one hand and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's impossible to succeed, but it's not absolute. Don't underestimate this kid, he was a serious man before."
The number one sword master, I just don’t know if he can still do it without touching a sword for so many years.”
He went on to say: "We Jianghu people must rely on Jianghu rules to restrain us. The challenge of beating the gong is just an excuse for Zheng Dadan to do it. There is one gong on every floor. As far as I know
, from 1975 to now, the gong has only been sounded once, and it was in the basement."
"Who knocked it?" I asked.
The shit-eating man sucked his fingers and said with a smile: "The second master in the club, Lihua Dagu... Xie Qirong."
After hearing this, I quickly asked: "What about the result? Did Xie Qirong win?"
Hearing what I said, he looked at me with strange eyes and said, "Brother, do you have a problem with your understanding? What did I just say? I have already said it. How can the second master beat the first master?"
I hurriedly said: "But Xie Qirong's refined energy has reached the highest level, and his black hair has grown out. He will definitely get younger as he lives in the future. If he survives Lord Ma to death, wouldn't he become the number one?"
He’s a master! No one can defeat him!”
"Fuck, you actually know how to refine Qi?"
"I've heard people say this too. Am I right?"
"Uh-huh....."
The shit-eating man touched his chin and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and pinched his fingers.
I was also very nervous about smoking, so I had no choice but to hand him one.
He took out his lighter and flicked it, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Yes, you are right. If Lord Ma is no longer here, then Xie Qirong will be invincible and invincible in the entire meeting."
"Damn it, this fire doesn't work. Brother, please lend me your lighter."
"What's your real name? How do you know so much?" I asked him curiously.
"Are you talking about me?" He said with a smile: "I have been here for more than 20 years, and I have completely forgotten my real name. Anyway, I have eaten shit for ten years, and people here give me the nickname "Shit Impermanence."
"Shit is impermanent..."
Seeing the unknown yellow residue between his teeth, I resisted the urge to spit it out and said that your nickname is so damn special.
"call....."
Exhaling a puff of smoke coolly, the shit-eating man's eyes became solemn. He looked at the stairs and said calmly:
