Chapter 226 It’s hard to be careless about the scenery
Yang Hao's light carriage made the journey fast. He arrived at the boundary of Fuzhou in less than two days. Yang Hao thought about going to Bazhou, but he didn't know how much time it would take. Naturally, the road was inconvenient and long, so he didn't stop for a moment after entering the boundary of Fuzhou.
He continued to move forward. When he passed Muke Village, he went to the village to rest for a day and let Mu Yu meet his parents.
The next day we continued our journey eastward, and after passing the repaired Zhulang Bridge, we entered the vast uninhabited area. This time we took the road not through Ziwu Valley, but diagonally across to Guangyuan City, and then along the
It took three days before I saw a small town
.Everyone was tired and exhausted along the way, and scattered snowflakes were seen floating, so everyone stayed at the inn in the town. After he settled down in the inn, the snow became heavier and heavier, and soon the whole land was covered with white.
a piece of.
After dinner, the cups and saucers were removed, and Mu Yike made him a pot of tea, then went to fetch a basin of hot water, took off his boots and washed his feet. Mu Yike had a sweet appearance and a slim figure, which was unusual.
She was as strong and strong as a prairie girl. When she came to Tang Yanyan, she wore Hanfu and learned to dress up, making her look even more handsome and cute. For such a little girl, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, Yang Hao was not used to it at first when she was asked to serve in such things.
.
But if he is too polite, Mu Yike will feel uncomfortable, and she will have to let her go. Speaking of which, his luxurious carriage even has a toilet, which means that if the owner wants to use it at night,
, then this little maid also has to avoid men
The woman came forward to serve him and had to pour the toilet bucket for him. Yang Hao really couldn't adapt to this kind of service. When he wanted to relieve himself, he would jump out of the car and find a quiet place. In such a cold day, his buttocks were almost frozen.
It has eight petals, which is really difficult for him.
However, when he was resting in the car, Mu Yike could only curl up on the carpet and sleep like a kitten, and he couldn't shirk from making his bed, folding his quilt, filling him with water and washing his feet. After all, those soft pairs of
It felt really comfortable to wash his feet with her little hands. After a few days, he calmly accepted being served by others.
Mu Yike washed his feet, while Yang Hao sat at the table and was thinking about something. The closer he got to Bazhou, the more anxious he became. There were too many concerns and memories of joy and sorrow for him there. Yang Hao
, Dong'er, Xi Zhu'er, Ding Dashao, Ding Yuluo, Ding Chengye, Yan Jiu, and many other things that happened to him, lingering in his mind from time to time.
I left just for today's return. I had always thought that I would be able to settle my grudges when I came back, so I couldn't help but take the heads of Ding Chengye and Yan Jiu, settle the grudges, and leave. But now, I am satisfied with what my adoptive father gave him.
The box of medicine made him suspicious, but he could no longer use such simple and crude methods.
Ding Chengzong has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has a strong body. Although his legs were broken by a car, the injury should not cause him to turn into a vegetative state for no reason. His adoptive father said that there were Han people coming from Kakachin last spring.
Could it be that the wizard bought two poisons from the Ding family? If Ding Chengzong was really unconscious because of the poison, then the matter would become more complicated, and it was by no means just a personal grudge against him.
Simple.
If that was the case, he was just unlucky enough to be swept into the tail of the storm. The person he really wanted to deal with in this conspiracy was probably not him at all, but Ding Tingxun and Ding Chengzong. Based on this assumption, the murderer could only be Ding Chengye, because he was the only one who could gain anything from it.
Yi. But... would Ding Chengye be so scheming? Thinking of Ding Chengye's behavior, it was hard for Yang Hao to imagine that the playboy would have the courage to kill his father and brother and do such a big thing.
After washing his feet, Mu Yike wiped his feet dry and put them on his legs. Since he was going to rest soon, he didn't put on socks. He only took a pair of soft blankets that he wore in the room and put them on his feet.
, Yang Hao saw her attentiveness in serving, and couldn't help but sigh: "When someone else's daughter is at your age, her parents still take care of her. You are as young as me, but you have to take care of my food, drink, and living.
It’s really disappointing.”
Mu Yike felt sad after hearing this, thinking of his late father, and hurriedly lowered his head to prevent the tears in his eyes from falling, and only replied in a low voice: "The master treats me very well. By my side, there are hardships and hardships.
She doesn’t worry about being bullied, Yue’er…is a blessed woman.”
After hearing this, Yang Hao sighed with emotion and said: "I'm staying at the inn tonight. I can finally have a good rest. You can go to sleep by yourself. You don't have to wait on me. I'm really tired. I'll go to bed soon."
Mu Yike responded, first laying out the bedding for Yang Hao, and then spreading his own bedding on the ground. Yang Hao frowned when he saw it and said, "Isn't there a small room outside? It's not as good as the car here. How can I feel like sleeping on the ground?"
Come on, just go outside and take a rest. If anything happens, I will call you."
Mu Yi refused, so Yang Hao repeatedly ordered him to go outside and rest. Yang Hao stretched his body, put on his shoes, sat cross-legged on the kang, gathered his mind and began to practice the yin and yang dual cultivation skills taught by his master.
In the past, his thinking was really shallow, and he regarded this Kung Fu as a kind of sexual intercourse skill in the boudoir. Only when he actually practiced this Kung Fu did he realize that although this Kung Fu starts from the sexual intercourse between men and women, it is by no means a skill for sexual intercourse in the boudoir.
The kung fu created by Le Er is actually entering the Tao from the room, tempering the body, strengthening the body, and has achieved the purpose of maintaining health and cultivating one's nature. It is also extremely hard to practice. Before it is completed, it is not suitable for a strong young man.
It is more of a torment than a kind of enjoyment. Only by having supreme concentration can you endure it.
This school of Taoism believes that husbands encourage wives to follow each other and men and women have intercourse, which is the way of human beings; the atmosphere is dense and the sun and moon are dim, which is the way of heaven and earth; the trance, the fumigation of harmonious energy is the way of dual cultivation of life and life. There is no duality between yin and yang.
, refine it at the same time, blend it, and the three paths are actually one. Replenish the essence and nourish the qi, harmonize the yin and yang, men forge swords and temper them, and women build furnaces and adjust cauldrons. Once the success is achieved, the boudoir will naturally be able to move freely and freely.
To increase pleasure, it can also open up the meridians of the whole body, making men and women flourish like pines and bamboos, and achieve elixir enlightenment.
Gently pulling her shoulders, she turned into a supine position. Tang Yanyan groaned and covered her shameful face with her hands. Yang Hao was full of passion and just wanted to see her shy look, so he persistently pulled her hands away.
, Unexpectedly, when he put down his hands, his face instantly changed into the image of Zhe Ziyu, charming and charming yet generous and graceful. His noble and flawless temperament made him feel ashamed. His eyes were as clear as water.
, staring at him full of sadness and disappointment, opened his mouth softly, and said sadly: "You are currently entangled with many things. Now that Tubo and Yinzhou are at war, you should seize the time to recuperate. Man... you should also put your career first.
I'm leaving, take care of yourself..."
"Ziyu..." Yang Hao couldn't figure out why he suddenly came to this scene again. He could no longer think normally in his mind. When he saw her running away, he was shocked and reached out to catch her, but he only reached out his hand.
, it was like being stabbed by a sharp sword in the abdomen, the pain penetrated to the bones, and I woke up with a loud scream. The greasy fragrance in my nose and the soft jade in my chest all disappeared. The lamp in the room was like a bean, where had anyone come?
"Master, master, what's the matter?" Mu Yike ran in in a panic wearing only a small coat. Because she had already fallen asleep, her bun had been untied, her hair was disheveled, and her face was half covered with black hair.
People pity: "Master, did you have a nightmare?"
"So... so awesome!" Yang Hao was sweating profusely from the pain. Now he finally understood why his master was so cautious. It turned out that in the first few stages of foundation building, it was a kind of physical and will damage.
After tempering and reaching the stage of "Phantom Sword Training", the concentration of divine will has become countless times stronger than that of ordinary people.
However, since the concentration of his thoughts is ten times stronger than that of ordinary people, the illusion in his mind is also magnified ten times. It is not how a Taoist knows its mystery. It is precisely that the stronger the will and the deeper the Taoism, the more profound the mind will be.
The stronger the demon is, the fantasy of divine intercourse even makes people feel more real than real intercourse. Just like a hypnotized person, if you suggest that his wrist is burned, it will really appear on his wrist.
It's as magical and unbelievable as a scalded blister. This kind of illusion produced by high concentration of mental power can make people indulge in it without distinguishing between true and false. It's really powerful.
Yang Hao was still sitting there in his small clothes, doing a cross-legged posture, but he knew that he had just been trapped in an illusion and couldn't extricate himself. Fortunately, he woke up early, otherwise he would have suffered severe internal injuries if he continued. But even now
, his Dantian Qi sea also diverted his meridians due to the scattered breath, and the pain in his lower abdomen was unbearable.
He took a few deep breaths, and then said slowly: "It's nothing, you don't have to worry. Come on, help me move my legs away, hold my shoulders, go slower, and help me lie down flat."
"Oh!" Mu Yike hurriedly kicked off his shoes, walked to him on his knees like a cat, helped him move his legs, and slowly lay down.
Mu Yike was delicate and frail, and was still young. If he didn't use all his strength, how could he be able to level him? As an adult man, one of his slender arms tried his best to hold his shoulders, and he leaned over to move his legs. His little hands accidentally
Then he touched his crotch, and Yang Hao went crazy with "Phantom Sword Practicing". That area proudly pointed to the sky and set up a small tent. Even though his pants were baggy at this time, it couldn't be covered at all.
His talent is already relatively strong. Since he reached the last level of this yin and yang foundation-building skill, the "sword tendons" have been stretched out, and the magic weapon is even more powerful. It is as strong as a pillar and as hot as fire. Mu Yi can
Dou Kao was young, but she had experienced things between men and women. When she met him, she immediately knew what it was. Her face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly moved away and moved his lap.
Yang Hao endured the abdominal pain and asked her to flatten her body and lie down. Now the place could not be concealed. It stood high up, making Mu Yike panic and confused, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes.
Yang Hao couldn't help feeling embarrassed and said softly: "Stop the lights and go to sleep. Master is fine, just take a rest."
"Hmm..." Mu Yike responded softly from his nose, crawled out of bed backwards, stood by the couch and secretly glanced at his lower body, blushing and heart-beating, grabbing at the hem of his clothes to stop, and ate for a long time.
Then he blushed and stammered: "Old... Master..."
"Huh?" Yang Hao closed his eyes and was adjusting his breath, but just responded. Mu Yike glanced at him secretly, became bolder, and whispered: "Master... if... if you want..., maid...
…My maid can serve the master and take a pillow on the banquet…”
Yang Hao was startled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Mu Yike's young face was swollen red. After he stammered, he still dared to look at him. He stood by the couch and did not dare to raise his head, only staring at him with his eyes. On pointe, the delicate body under the small clothes can't help but tremble. It has a childish body and a slightly graceful look. The youthful and charming charm is a test of one's determination.
Yang Hao's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"My maid... My maid is not talking nonsense." Mu Yike took it easy and said confidently: "My maid is the master's personal maid. Everything... everything should belong to the master. It is my duty to serve the master. That’s the thing.”
Yang Hao was a little angry and asked: "Who taught you these things, Miss Tang?"
"No, no," Muyike waved his hands repeatedly and stammered: "Yes...it was said by the sisters who are waiting around the girl. They said...they said...we are the girl's personal maids, and we will be there for the rest of our lives. Following the girl, we will follow whomever the girl marries, and it is our duty to serve the officials..."
The status of girls on the grassland is even lower than that of women in the Central Plains. This is what she has heard and seen since she was a child. It is no wonder that she accepted the words and deeds of the personal maids around Tang Yanyan so quickly.
After hearing her words, Yang Hao couldn't help but think of Yang, and felt sad for a moment. Is that what Yang thought at the beginning? If Mrs. Ding wasn't so jealous, if it wasn't because her natal family was so helpful to Ding Tingxun, she could By restraining his behavior, her mother is now Ding Tingxun's maid and concubine, and she will be content with it. There is an indestructible contract in her heart...
When Yang Hao's emotions were aroused, Yang Hao felt another stab of pain in his stomach. He gritted his teeth and waved his hands and said: "It's all nonsense. You... don't listen to their nonsense. At such a young age, you have to listen to all this nonsense. Go to sleep." , don’t think wildly.”
Mu Yike glanced at him, her eyes filled with tears: "Servant... I know that my body is not clean and I am not worthy of the master's favor, but... I just want to use this humble way to see that the master can't bear it. I will serve the master with my body, and I will not invite favors based on this, nor... nor will I have any improper thoughts. I will always be... the servant girl in front of the master."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your servant is no longer a human being. If you don't treat others as human beings, you are simply not human! How can you belittle yourself?" Yang Hao said angrily, knowing that people's ideas in this era are also shaped by the environment. , it is not that I can change it with a few words, but that many of my thoughts are inappropriate, so I sighed helplessly, lowered my voice and said: "I was practicing a superior Kung Fu, and accidentally lost my breath, and I got abdominal pain at the slightest movement. It's unbearable, I need to adjust my breathing slowly, don't think too much, just go to sleep."
"Oh." Mu Yike seemed to understand. At her age, she still didn't know the taste of things between men and women. However, if Yang Hao hadn't upheld justice for her, her innocence would have been humiliated, and her father's murder would have been difficult to avenge. , her gratitude to Yang Hao was unforgettable, and now she was given to Yang Hao as a personal maid. In her heart, she only knew that she would serve Yang Hao as her master for the rest of her life. Therefore, she saw that his body was strange, and she knew it in her ignorance. My daughter's body would make a man happy, so I recommended myself shyly.
Now that I knew that he did not dislike me, I felt happy and had no other thoughts. However, after hearing his solemn words, I couldn't help but feel a little worried. I retreated to the table and wanted to blow out the light, but I couldn't rest assured, so I stood in front of the table.
She quietly sat down, twirling her belt, and stared at him with her big eyes blinking.
Yang Hao knew that she had not left, so he could not care about her anymore. If the breath was not adjusted in time, the breath would be stagnated for too long, which would be very harmful to the body. He was busy lying down, adjusting his breath, and recuperating his body. Lu Dongbin once said this
There is no risk of going crazy in the martial arts, but it only means that there will be no serious internal injuries. In fact, any kind of internal breath technique, if performed improperly, will be harmful to the body to some extent. Lu Dongbin only knows that his apprentice is very determined.
, he secretly teased her by tapping on her acupoints to stimulate lust, and she was able to avoid being confused when facing a pretty girl, so she spoke boldly and reassured him that there was no risk. How could she know that her disciple had deep roots in love, and that love and desire
They are connected. If inner demons arise, they will also practice Qi distraction.
Fortunately, Yang Hao had practiced the foundation-building skills solidly in the first few moves. He had learned the hard skills from outside to inside taught by Cheng Shixiong earlier and laid a solid foundation. He was awakened in time, so the injury was not too serious, and he adjusted his breath for more than half an hour.
, the body slowly adjusted. Mu Yike sat under the lamp. The girl was at the age of sleepiness. After sitting for a long time, her eyes were already drowsy.
Yang Hao's essence was still weak. Once his body adjusted, he felt fine. He sat up and said, "I'm fine now. Look at you, you're still holding on. Go back to sleep quickly."
"Um...ah, master, are you ready?" Mu Yike, who was dozing off, woke up with a start and jumped up with joy. Seeing her happy look, Yang Hao also softened his smile and said, "You're already fine, Ye
It’s already deep, go and have a rest.”
As soon as I said this, I heard a commotion in the courtyard. It seemed that someone had moved in. It sounded like it was not just one person or two people. Then a loud voice called out: "Housekeeper, heat some hot water and prepare some good food."
Meat, my God, the heavy snow started to fall at any time, and I didn’t come here until now, and I’m very tired.”
"Ouch, Mr. Zheng, there are still a group of customers staying in the store now. Please keep your voice down. It's late at night. If you wake up others by making noise, I can't afford to suffer."
"Shit, didn't you see that the light in that room is still on? Hey, where is the upper room? Isn't there already? Master, I've been traveling all the way and I can't rest well when I get to you."
Yang Hao frowned slightly. The loud voice seemed familiar to him, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was. Then he heard the shopkeeper explaining something hurriedly. After a while, the rough voice snorted and said reluctantly.
: "That's all, quickly arrange my servants' carriages and horses, and bring the good wine and meat to the room. After dinner, sir, I will rest, and I will continue on my journey tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, Mr. Zheng. You often pass by me. Can you tell me when I didn't serve you happily in my store? This time, Mr. Zheng... oh, there is no woman around to serve you."
Wait? It's so inconvenient to travel long distances. I remember that the beautiful girl you took with you last time was very kind to you. Mr. Zheng knows how to love people. Seeing the cold weather, he couldn't bear to part with the beautiful woman.
I’ll accompany you on your hard journey.”
"Ah, it turns out it's him!" When the shopkeeper said this, Yang Hao suddenly remembered that this Master Zheng was not the Zheng Chenghe he had met on the street when he went to Fugu last time. Because the waiter
The concubine and Zhe Ziyu, who was disguised as a man, looked at each other and were beaten up by this man. Such jealous husbands are rare.
I just heard Member Zheng groaning: "Shit! Sir, do I love her? Huh! That bitch, sir, I hate women who don't keep their wives the most, but she refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. She always flirts with men and flirts with her. I, Zheng
How can our family tolerate such a woman? In anger, I sold her to a brothel. As long as you have money, what kind of woman can't get it? Bah!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Zheng's family has strict rules and strict etiquette, and the young man knows it." The shopkeeper laughed with him, and the footsteps of the two passed by the corridor.
Yang Hao walked to the window and shook his head gently: "It is really unfortunate for that girl to follow such a person."
Someone behind him angrily said, "That's right, if you don't treat women as human beings, they are simply not human beings."
"Huh?" Yang Hao looked back, and Mu Yike immediately blushed and said in a sly tone: "Yue'er... Yue'er is just imitating the master's speech."
Yang Hao chuckled: "Well, okay, then you can write it down for me. From now on...this sentence will be regarded as a family motto of our family."
"Yes, sir." Muyike responded happily.
Yang Hao yawned, waved his hand and said: "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, we have to go on the road tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir."
Seeing Yang Hao get on the kang, lift up the quilt and cover himself, Mu Yike leaned over to take off the lampshade, gently blew out the light, and put the lampshade back on again, as if his heart was light.
She put it down gently. She was happy to be with such a master. She felt satisfied to serve him every day. All she wanted was that simple.
In comparison, Yang Hao is well-off and a high-ranking official, but is he happy?
Early the next morning, when Yang Hao boarded the car and was about to leave, he saw Zheng Chenghe holding a riding whip and standing in front of the inn, shouting. Zheng was short and stocky, and his winter clothes made him look bloated. He also had a thick beard and thick eyebrows, and two goldfish eyes.
, with a big mouth, looking like a toad spirit.
Yang Hao was very disgusted with this person and didn't want him to see his appearance. If this person still remembered his appearance, he would inevitably come up to talk to him, so he pressed down the brim of his hat and quickly boarded the car. Mu Yike followed.
Behind him, he held up his skirt and got on the car gently and deftly, and cast a very disdainful glance at the butcher-like Mr. Zheng.
The carriages and horses continued to move forward, but soon they found that Zheng Yuanwai and a group of people were chasing after him. The two groups of people could go and I could go, and I could stop if you stopped. They were always going the same way. After traveling for a few days, Yang Hao deliberately avoided him and met him.
They had never met Yuan Wai Zheng, but the servants were familiar with each other. After asking each other, they found out that Yuan Wai Zheng was also going to Bazhou.
When passing through Guangyuan, Yang Hao did not stop. The three vassals in the northwest all had eyes and ears in the imperial court, so why not have the imperial court in the northwest? He said that before going to Beijing, he would visit the tombs of his relatives. If he went to see Cheng Shixiong halfway, he would be in trouble once he arrived.
Entering the court's eyes and ears will inevitably lead to people's imagination. Yes
Although he is not good, he is also a trouble to Cheng Shixiong. Cheng Shixiong was kind to him, but it was not appropriate to contact him at this critical moment. Yang Hao had to bypass Guangyuan City and continue eastward, but Zheng Chenghe entered
After arriving at Guangyuan City, Yang Hao finally got rid of this disgusting thing.
The journey was very boring. Although there was a little girl beside him who was very talkative, Yang Hao didn't have many topics to chat with her. Every day he just thought about how to proceed back to Bazhou and solved the doubts in his heart.
As for the foundation-building skills, now I am just repeatedly consolidating the previous few skills. Before I settle down, I will definitely not practice the "Phantom Sword" that I originally looked down upon.
Driving again and again, accompanied by the first snowfall in Bazhou City, Yang Hao's car finally drove into Bazhou City.
"Sir, people say that when a noble man goes out, it is often windy and rainy. Every time he goes, he is greeted by auspicious snow. He is also a noble man. This time when he returns home in fine clothes, all his wishes will come true and everything will go well for him."
Gradually getting familiar with Yang Hao's temperament, his fear disappeared, and he became lively and cheerful. Mu Yike lay on the window with her butt raised, reaching out to catch the snowflakes outside the window, looking back and smiling.
Yang Hao smiled slightly and looked out of the car with the curtains rolled up. He tried his best to keep calm on his face, but his heart was beating faster than ever. Bazhou Government Office, Caipeng Street, Zhiqiao Restaurant...,
Many familiar sights came into view one by one, and Yang Hao's eyes became wet unconsciously: "I'm back, I, Yang Hao, am back! Knife, Big Head, Tieniu, are you okay..."
"Good-hearted master, please give me a few pennies. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a child under one month old. Master, please do your best, please do your best..."
I saw a gorgeously decorated car driving into the city. There were four mounted guards on the left and right behind the car. The driver of the car was not a mule, but a tall horse. He was obviously an extremely wealthy and high-status man.
A beggar on the roadside immediately rushed over. Taking advantage of the pedestrians passing by on the street and the slow movement of the car, he pulled the shaft of the car and begged.
"Go, go, get out of the way, you dare to block anyone's car?" Handlebar Shi was furious. He put away his riding crop and wanted to whip it on his shoulder. Mu Yike retracted his hand and lowered himself.
After going out, Yang Hao held down his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a beggar clinging to the shaft of the car and sliding along with the car. The begging man was only in his thirties. Although he was unkempt and in rags,
, but not as vulgar as ordinary beggars.
Yang Hao couldn't help but sigh and ordered: "Xiaoyu, give him a bunch of money and send him away."
"Yes." Following Yang Hao's instructions, Mu Yu took out a dozen coins from his arms, threw it on the ground, and shouted: "Get out of here, don't block my family's way."
The beggar was overjoyed and hurriedly took a look into the car. He saw Yang Hao sitting inside, with half of his face covered by a pretty girl in front of him who was holding on to the carport and looking at him curiously. For a moment, he felt familiar, but he didn't remember who it was.
When he came, he saw the copper coins falling to the ground. For fear of being snatched away by others, he quickly put down the shaft of the cart, crawled on the ground and rushed to grab the coins, saying thank you loudly.
"Master is such a kind-hearted man," Mu Yike sighed and squatted beside Yang Hao's legs, beating his legs. Mu Yu turned around and asked, "Sir, should we go to a hotel or stay in the Bazhou Hotel?"
Yi?"
Yang Hao calmly ordered: "Go to Zhutou Lane and ask about the residence of Granny Liu."
The carriage and horse gradually moved away, and the beggar lay on the ground. He anxiously picked up the last copper coin and put it into his arms, patted his chest reassuringly, and suddenly remembered something, and he pushed aside a strand of dirty long hair hanging in front of his eyes.
He turned around and looked at the car going away in surprise. He suddenly pointed at the retreating figures of the car and the horse and shouted sternly: "Ding Hao, Ding Hao, he is Ding Hao! That Ding Hao who killed a thousand swords!"
He collapsed on the ground, patted his thighs and howled loudly: "Damn it, Ding Hao, I've become such a pitiful person, but he came back in glory, God doesn't open his eyes, why can't he be struck to death by lightning?
Got him..."
Pedestrians on the roadside saw a madman howling in the wind and snow, and they all ran away. Some people were holding umbrellas and walking quickly with their necks hunched. They glanced at him and said in surprise: "Isn't this Wang Zhizhou, the second shopkeeper of Zhutou Jieku, on the street?
What are you whining about? Are you having epilepsy?"