——What is justice?
I asked Azhe this question twice.
When I asked him for the first time, he was only twelve years old. He stumbled and recited his master's last words, saying: "hoe the strong to go... Help the weak, and act as heroes to show justice."
Poor foreign child, it's really hard for him to speak two idioms in a row.
The second time I asked him, it was already five years later. After practicing in the winter and in the summer, Azhe's kung fu has improved by leaps and bounds, but his language skills still make those who see it sad and those who hear it cry. The difference is that he finally learned to stay silent most of the time so that he doesn't look so stupid.
Ask him for the second time what justice is.
He didn't reply for a long time, just wiping the knife his master had left for him.
The blood on the knife has not yet condensed, it is warm and bright red.
I thought he was going to implement the creed that silence is golden as usual. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard him whisper: "Master's wife."
"Huh?"
Azhe lowered his head and did not look at me. He wrapped the clean long knife layer by layer and repeated softly but firmly: "That's the master's wife."
Bad woman vs. Good boy, loyal dog, age difference is 13
Note:
1. The whole text is in the third person.
2. Yuan Geng, no v, write wherever you slide on the watermelon rind.
