Bloody Jacket (Chapter 1-3)

I would like to take this book Dedicated to all loving and cherishing emotions friends! --Wen Fang Chapter 1 "Ling Chong is coming back!" With the opening of the dilapidated wooden door that had been closed for an unknown number of years, the news quickly spread throughout Qingfeng Alley like a gust of wind. It was lunch time, so the news became a "dish" on people's dinner tables. Our family is no exception. In fact, my grandma and I didn't know Ling Chong. It can even be said that the name "Ling Chong" was something we just heard at this moment. So why do we talk about him like the old residents in the alley? Just because the wooden door that had never been opened since we moved into the alley was diagonally opposite our house, and our nanny Aunt Wang happened to be related to the person named Ling Chong. "They are considered distant relatives." Aunt Wang said in a disapproving tone while serving rice to our grandparents: "My dead husband called Ling Chong's grandma cousin. However, since the old cousin passed away, this distant relative has not moved around anymore. To be honest, my children don't know him at all." "Doesn't he have parents?" I like to ask this and that. "He died a long time ago." Aunt Wang thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't know much about it. I heard that he lost his parents when he was a child and lived with his grandmother. His grandmother set up a small stall selling snacks in front of the elementary school, and the grandfather and grandson depended on each other. In short, when I met him, their family was in such a situation. Alas, it is pitiful to say." "It's so pitiful." Grandma, who had been silent until now, sighed. "What's even more pitiful is that," Aunt Wang continued, "his grandmother also passed away when he was twelve or thirteen years old." "Then," I asked in surprise, "isn't he an orphan?" "No." Aunt Wang shook her head and said in a rare solemn tone, "If he hadn't become an orphan, how could this child have gone astray!" "Going astray?" I asked quickly, "He went astray?" "Yes! How can an orphan who doesn't understand the world go astray without being disciplined?" Aunt Wang answered me, but her tone was more like talking to herself, "The society was very chaotic at that time, and he was an orphan, and he soon got together with some hooligans; he first did some sneaky things, and gradually got deeper and deeper, and finally embarked on the road of crime." "Has he been sentenced?" I became more and more curious. "Of course he was sentenced." Aunt Wang gestured to me to listen to her talk while eating. "When I was about fifteen or six years old, I went to the juvenile detention center. After I came out, I heard that he had committed a bigger crime and was sentenced to several years. However, I don't know how many years he was sentenced. Anyway, I haven't seen him since he entered the juvenile detention center. Oh, by the way, Tiger Boy's eye was injured by his hand that time." "Huh?" Grandma and I almost said in unison, because this is another latest news. I couldn't wait to ask: "Didn't Hu Zai say that his eye was scratched by... A dog?" "Those are angry words. Can't you tell?" Aunt Wang paused and said, "It has been... Almost twenty years ago. At that time, Ling Chong was still a child of fifteen or sixteen years old, and Hu Zai was even younger, about seven or eight years old. One night, Ling Chong sneaked into Hu Zai's house to steal something, but Hu Zai's father noticed him and shouted to catch the thief. When Ling Chong fled in a hurry, I don't know if it was an accidental injury or intentional injury, but one of Hu Zai's eyes was destroyed. Of course, Ling Chong couldn't escape from the neighborhood that night. Alas, if Grandma Wang hadn't tried so hard to protect him, he would have been injured at the hands of Hu Zai's father and the neighbors. He was taken to the police station that night, and he was sent to the juvenile detention center soon. I don't remember seeing him anymore." Huzi's surname is Luo, and his given name is Luo Xiaohu. He is a good friend of my cousin, and naturally he is also a good friend of mine. The Luo family lives in the alley and is also an old resident of Qingfeng Lane. I remember the day I met Hu Zai, I discovered that he had a fake eyeball in his left eye. Although I was curious, I didn't dare to ask. Later, when we got acquainted with him, I had the courage to ask him why his eye was missing (I concluded that it was acquired). I remember that when I asked him about it that day, he who was talking with a smile suddenly grimaced, and a terrifying light suddenly shot out from his intact eye. "It was scratched by a dog!" He cursed through gritted teeth, "Damn it, it's a mad dog!" To speak so rudely in front of the girl's family shows how resentful he was when the eye was mentioned, to the point where he lost his composure. I was dubious, so I asked my cousin, but he didn't answer me directly. He just said what Hu Zai said, that's what happened. From then on, I didn't ask anymore, I just had doubts. It was only now, through Aunt Wang's words, that this mystery that had been hiding in my heart for nearly ten years was solved. The Grandma Wang mentioned by Aunt Wang is the old director of the neighborhood committee. She is highly respected and respected by the neighbors. Twenty minutes ago, her old man asked someone to knock on the old wooden door of Ling's house. Why is it said to be "knocked open"? Because the iron lock on the door that had not been touched for many years was full of rust, even if Grandma Wang did not have a key, she would never be able to open it, so Grandma Wang, who was always known for doing things neatly and neatly, asked someone to use a hammer to open it... "Based on this," I seemed to be asking Aunt Wang, but more like I was muttering to myself, "is Ling Chong in his thirties?" "Thirty-six, seven, right? There should be some." Aunt Wang's tone didn't sound like she was answering me. She was talking to herself, "These days go by so fast! The last time I saw him, he was still a half-grown child, and now he is middle-aged. Alas, no wonder people age so fast! I don't know what he has become now. Ha, look at me, where did all this go! You guys eat quickly, this soup doesn't taste good when it's cold." "Hey," I suddenly asked a question, "Aunt Wang, do you think Ling Chong will have any work to do after he comes back?" "How did I know that?" Aunt Wang was obviously amused by my question. She smiled and said: "However, I believe that Grandma Wang will find something for him to do. Think about it, a person released from labor reform. Since Grandma Wang dares to take him back, she will definitely not let him have nothing to do anymore. She will definitely teach him to support himself, for sure..." "I'll definitely give him a good job!" The person who said this was Fang Zhipeng, one of the "Three Heroes of Qingfeng" - he just walked into our living room and took over Aunt Wang's words. "Three Heroes of Qingfeng"? You must be surprised by such an unusual-sounding name, right? What era is it in? Where did the hero come from? In fact, to be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, no matter who mentioned such a name to me, I would still laugh. However, there are indeed three "chivalrous men" recognized by everyone in our Qingfeng Alley, namely the "Three Heroes of Qingfeng", and this resounding name is well-known far and wide (of course it is not "famous all over the world" as written in martial arts books). Now that the conversation has begun, it is necessary to talk about the origin of the name "Three Heroes of Qingfeng". Since they are the "Three Heroes", there are naturally three people. These three people are: Gao Wenlong, Fang Zhipeng and Luo Xiaohu. Gao Wenlong is my cousin and the boss of the "Three Heroes of Qingfeng". These are three inseparable partners who have been inseparable since they wore crotchless pants, just like the three musketeers in Alexandre Dumas's novel, but in my opinion, they are even more inseparable than the three musketeers. They have a common hobby, which is boxing, and have participated in formal training. They are still amateur members of the Municipal Sports Committee's boxing team. And because they all have good kung fu training, three years ago, they each used their extraordinary skills to capture three gangsters who robbed a savings bank with knives. They made great contributions to the people and won honors for themselves. At that city-wide commendation meeting for bravery in righteousness, the mayor personally presented the three of them with a banner embroidered with "Three Heroes of Qingfeng, bravery in righteousness". From then on, this resounding name has always been with them and has always been the halo around their heads (the pennant takes turns to hang in a prominent position in the living room of the three of their homes once a month, and it still does so to this day). Although they all have their own jobs, they always get together whenever they have free time, even if it is only for a while. Therefore, in the minds of the neighbors in Qingfeng Lane, these three partners can be said to be inseparable. Fang Zhipeng is the second eldest son of the "Three Heroes of Qingfeng". He grew up in a cadre family. His parents both worked in the municipal government. After graduating from high school, he successfully entered the Municipal Urban Supervision Bureau and is now the leader of the Urban Supervision Brigade. He is 1.8 Meters tall. Due to long-term exercise, his limbs are well-proportioned and his muscles are well developed. Coupled with such a neat face with Chinese characters, he is really an extraordinary and great husband! Whether it is family conditions or his personal conditions, it should be said that they are very good, so three years ago, with the efforts of my cousin and Luo Xiaohu, I became friends with this "Prince Charming" who can be said to be the heart of most girls. Nowadays, although we have reached the age of marriage and both have fixed jobs, and our parents are very supportive, we can get married anytime. However, I am still one year away from getting my bachelor's degree in English from TVU. In order for me to concentrate on completing my studies, we postponed the wedding. Fang Zhipeng is our family's future golden turtle son-in-law. Almost everyone in Qingfeng Lane knows this. Therefore, he is naturally a frequent visitor to our family. Over the years, I have discovered that grandma loves Fang Zhipeng more deeply than she loves her cousin. She loves Wu as much as her house. I think this is the truth, right? Since Fang Zhipeng is a frequent visitor to our house, he is always welcome at our house whenever he wants to come. Of course, he is not the kind of person who always likes to visit his girlfriend's house when he has nothing to do. Compared with his cousin and Luo Xiaohu, he is an introverted person. Except when he comes with his cousin and Luo Xiaohu, he always has some reason to come to visit alone. Sometimes I can see that he is making it up. Maybe he has something to do when he comes to our house at this time, but let's not worry about what's going on with him. It's more important to listen to what he is saying. When he entered the door, he happened to hear Aunt Wang talking, so he couldn't help but take over the topic. "Hey, Apeng is here." Grandma waved to Fang Zhipeng with a smile, "Come on, sit here and have something to eat together." "No, I'll borrow a book from Afang and leave." Fang Zhipeng said, but still sat down at the dining table obediently. As expected, something happened to him again this time. But I was not eager to ask him what book he borrowed, but asked: "How are you so sure that Grandma Wang will give that Ling Chong a good job?" "I just heard what Hu Zai said." Fang Zhipeng politely took the cup of tea handed to him by Aunt Wang, nodded in thanks, and answered me. Because Luo Xiaohu was born in the year of tiger, his family called him Huzi since he was a child, and his neighbors became accustomed to calling him him. "Tell me," I said impatiently, "what kind of job is that?" "What kind of job? Haha!" Fang Zhipeng suddenly laughed twice and said in a light tone that I usually find very difficult to hear, "Grandma Wang is really good at using people. She actually thought of arranging such a job for that boy. According to me, that job is suitable for that boy, and that boy is only qualified to do that kind of work. Ha, you are really good at using people!" "Okay, okay!" I felt that Fang Zhipeng's rare speaking attitude at the moment was both inexplicable and uncomfortable, so I raised my voice and said, "Don't be longer than that boy. It makes people feel uncomfortable. Let's talk about what kind of job it is?" "Yes, yes." Fang Zhipeng quickly suppressed his expression and returned to his usual tone, "Didn't Liu Tuozi fall ill two days ago? By coincidence, Ling Chong was on his shift." Who is Liu Tuozi? He is a cleaner, a temporary worker hired by the neighborhood committee to be responsible for the cleaning of this block. I heard that he fell ill two days ago, and it is not an ordinary illness, so he cannot work. No, no one is cleaning inside and outside the alley, and the four public trash cans from the beginning to the end of the alley are almost full. Indeed, it was a "timely rain" for someone to take over Liu Tuozi's job at this time. However, I felt very awkward when such words came out of Fang Zhipeng's mouth at this moment, especially his tone of voice. "If you're a cleaner, just be a cleaner. Why do you talk so much?" I rolled my eyes at Fang Zhipeng and said unhappily. "Well, no matter what, as long as he has something serious to do, that's all." These are words from Aunt Wang's heart, "I hope he can do a good job and never let down Grandma Wang's hard work!" The same sentence from different people has different meanings. The words about Ling Chong coming back to work as a cleaner were so unpleasant to hear from Luo Xiaohu. The following conversation took place a few hours later - "According to me, three hundred and sixty jobs, this is the only job that suits him. Grandma Wang really knows how to use materials according to their needs! Haha!" After Luo Xiaohu drank a large glass of beer in one gulp, he said in a strange voice, "Damn, this kid is just a pile of garbage! Dealing with garbage and garbage really complement each other. Interesting, interesting!" These three friends like to get together for a drink, sometimes at their cousin's house, sometimes at Fang Zhipeng's house, and of course sometimes at Luo Xiaohu's house; except for special reasons, they rarely go out to restaurants, let alone go to restaurants. According to them, drinking this way is affordable and free. I had this drink tonight at my cousin's house. Originally, I was rarely present when they were drinking, but tonight I came over to see my aunt for something, so they forced me to sit down at the table. Yes, on a hot day, I might as well drink two glasses of cold beer from him. After drinking, the conversation started, and the topic tonight was Ling Chong. As soon as Ling Chong was mentioned, I noticed that Luo Xiaohu subconsciously touched his cheek with the fake eyeball, and his expression was as ugly as it could be. It is no exaggeration to say that his gnashing of teeth could be heard by everyone. "Grandma Wang is so shrewd!" My cousin burst out laughing. "It's so clever to find such a vacancy for this kid right now! Haha! Come on, fill it up." "I really want to beat that kid!" Luo Xiaohu drank another half of the beer that his cousin had just filled for him, and suddenly said this sentence from between his teeth. I don't know why, but I immediately realized that this was Luo Xiaohu's sincere words, and I couldn't help but stare at his face in surprise. I saw him frowning and then continued: "I think God has eyes and has sent this kid back so that I can have a chance to avenge this eyesight in this life. God has opened eyes!" "You, what do you want to do?" I asked in shock. "What are you doing? Ha, do you even need to ask?!" Luo Xiaohu seemed to regard me as his enemy. He glared at me with one eye as big as a bell and said in a terrifying voice, "Twenty years! I have been waiting for twenty years! Is this the end of this deep hatred? Haha! Man, my tiger boy is really happy today. Come on, do it!" "Wait, wait. The more I listen, the more I think you are suddenly confused!" I said anxiously, "Can you calm down first? Listen to me, even if Ling Chong has done something sorry to you or committed a crime before, he has already been sentenced and served a crime. In other words, he has received the punishment he deserves. How can you still talk about hatred with such a person? How can you still find him..." "Oh, my future second sister-in-law!" Luo Xiaohu interrupted me and said in a very uncomfortable tone, "Why do I feel like your elbow is turned out! Huh, what kind of thing is that surnamed Ling? Can it still be considered a person? No, That's a pile of rubbish, shameless rubbish! He deserves to be sentenced to death, and that's the price he has to pay! But will everything be over with him? Unless he can pay me an eyeball, huh!" "You are arrogant!" I refused to give in and said to him sternly, "For a person who has been released from prison, your idea is wrong. Think about it, if everyone is like you and still doesn't let go of people who have committed crimes, and wants to pursue everything in the past, then won't society be in chaos?" "I don't care if he will become a mess in society. Anyway, I will never forget this eyesore for the rest of my life!" Luo Xiaohu drank a large glass of beer, put the cup heavily on the table, and said in a similar roar, "Brother, listen up! "I am not drunk and talking drunkenly tonight! I swear with my eyes that have been ruined for twenty years, unless that person named Ling goes to a place I don't know, I will not let him have a peaceful life." "Yes, we can't just take advantage of him!" Cousin and Fang Zhipeng said in unison, hey, full of brotherly loyalty! "You..." I was so anxious that I almost shouted, "Don't do this nonsense, ah!" So, because of this matter, or to be precise, speaking for a person who I didn't know at all, I actually got into an argument with these three best friends for the first time, especially Luo Xiaohu, and ended up having a bad relationship; Moreover, after I said goodbye to my aunt, I refused Fang Zhipeng to send me home. Firstly, I felt really angry. Secondly, my aunt's house was at most a hundred steps away from ours. Besides, it was not very late at the time, and I didn't like Fang Zhipeng's insistence. From my aunt's house to ours, I have to pass through a wooden door that is both familiar and unfamiliar. I say it is familiar because I have passed by it countless times in the past ten years. Although today, with the rows of small Western-style buildings in Qingfeng Lane, this old and broken wooden door seems too inconspicuous, or simply redundant, but it exists after all, and what exists must be familiar - this is me logic; to say that it is strange is indeed stranger than anything else, because in the past ten years, I have never seen it open. To be precise, no one has touched it in these ten years. People seem to regard it not as a door, but as a wall, a "dead wall" that will never change. And don't you feel unfamiliar with such a "dead wall"? However, today is different. The wooden door has been opened. Grandma Wang opened the wooden door for the first time after it had been "covered in dust" for so many years, and spent an entire afternoon thoroughly cleaning the room inside. I went to my aunt's house after dinner. When I passed by it, I accidentally discovered that although there was still a lock hanging on the iron button, it was no longer the rusty one before, but a shiny copper lock. Now, I pass by this door again. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but I not only slowed down my pace, but I also looked at it. I saw a faint light coming from the crack in the door that could be easily kicked open by someone. The light, although weak, is telling people passing by: This house is already occupied! Chapter 2 For many years, I have had the habit of getting up early. Today was no exception, I got up around 5:30. After washing, she drank a large glass of cold water, then took the flower cloth bag containing English books, electronic dictionaries, repeaters and other school supplies and went out. Unless there is bad weather, I am used to studying by the creek at the end of the alley most mornings throughout the year; the air there is fresh and the water is flowing. It is indeed a good place to learn English. When I opened the door and came out, I saw a scene that I felt for the first time in the past three or four days: the entire alley had been swept clean, and the shiny cement road was spotless, not to mention a fallen leaf. The "garbage mountain" in the public trash can that you see every day when you go out is also missing, as if it suddenly disappeared overnight. Undoubtedly, all this is the result of the labor of the new cleaner. I subconsciously took a deep breath, as if I had not breathed so happily for several mornings because of the existence of the "garbage mountain". When I passed the wooden door that was always regarded as redundant or simply ignored by people passing by, I involuntarily slowed down again. I saw that the door was ajar, just like when I passed by last night, but there was no light in the room. Although it is not yet bright, I can already see that the slightly lower door opening is obviously much cleaner than before. A garbage truck with a green shell but the color has peeled off was parked at the end of the alley. For the old and young in Qingfeng Lane, this special car is very familiar, because it is the "special car" of the old cleaner Liu Tuozi who just returned home from illness a few days ago. At this moment, the car is parked in front of the pile of bricks and earth that has been criticized by the neighbors in the past few days. The "mountain" of bricks and earth was piled up by the Sun and Liu families when they were doing renovations. Although the Sun and Liu families were close neighbors, their relationship had never been good. After they piled up the soil and bricks that had been removed during the renovation, they blamed each other and no one wanted to find someone to clean it up. Although the neighbors had strong opinions, no one paid attention to them. A man wearing only a white vest was cleaning the "mountain" of bricks and earth. I looked from a distance and saw him loading the bricks and soil into the bucket of the truck one by one. Apparently he had been working for a while, because half of the "mountain" of bricks and soil that could hold a truck had been dug away. Undoubtedly, that person is Ling Chong. For some reason, the desire to see the true face of this somewhat legendary figure suddenly surged into my heart. Therefore, while walking in his direction, I couldn't help but stare at him with my eyes, even though his back was always in my sight. When I walked less than ten steps away from the garbage truck, by coincidence, Ling Chong stood up straight, turned around and poured a dustpan of bricks and soil into the almost full truck bucket; now I met him face to face. A familiar face that can be described as unforgettable to me suddenly jumped into my eyes! This is a face with regular features but a slight slenderness. This is a face that makes people have that kind of gentle impression at first glance. Although the intense labor had turned the pale face in my deep impression into a simple red; even though the sweat and dust had made the face less clean, I still recognized it at a glance, and recognized it without hesitation! At the same time, a name that had been hidden deep in my heart for ten years blurted out: "'Godly Legs Asan'!" Yes, this is just a nickname, not a name; this nickname, together with this familiar face, has accompanied me through ten winters and summers! It can be said that they are all burned into my heart. Although I haven't seen this face or heard this nickname in ten years, I have seen it and called it in my memories and countless dreams. So at this moment, when I suddenly saw this face, this nickname that I had chanted hundreds of times erupted from my mouth like a flood that had burst a dike! However, what I expected was that Ling Chong was simply indifferent to my call, as if the person I was calling was not him at all. He just looked at me blankly, and there was no strange expression on his face. He poured down a dustpan of bricks and soil, turned around and bent down to work again. I was greatly surprised: Why didn't he respond at all to my call? How so? Didn't he hear clearly? Yes, it must be! So, when he turned around again, I called out again in a more excited tone than the previous call: "'Godly Legs Asan'!" This time he stood still, but his face still didn't seem to reflect it at all. While pouring a dustpan of bricks and soil onto the truck bed in slow motion (obviously to prevent the almost full truck of bricks and soil from falling off), he said in an almost cold tone without even looking at me: "You got the wrong person." These five words were obviously spoken to me, but from the looks of it, it seemed more like they were speaking to themselves. "No, no." I said anxiously, in a tone that was almost shouting, "I did not identify the wrong person. You are the 'God-Legged Asan', you are!" Ling Chong said nothing, as if he didn't want to answer me anymore. I watched blankly as he put the hoe and empty dustpan in the car, then walked to the front of the car, bent down and lifted the handlebar, obviously intending to pull the car away. I became even more anxious, walked quickly to his side, and said excitedly: "How could I admit the wrong person? No way. I still remember that in the autumn of ten years ago, you saved me on Guanyin Mountain! You are my benefactor, and I will remember you for the rest of my life. You are the 'God-legged Asan'!" Ling Chong's face seemed to tremble, but it happened for a moment, or it was simply my imagination. I thought he would react to my excited words, but I didn't expect that he still didn't even look at me. He bent down, pulled the car, and just walked forward. I stood there numbly, watching him blankly. "Did... Did I really admit the wrong person?" I asked myself in surprise as I watched Ling Chong and his garbage truck disappear around a corner thirty meters away. But then he denied the question: "It's impossible, it's impossible! I will never admit the wrong person, no way. He is my benefactor, he is the 'God-legged Asan', he must be the one, I believe in my eyes!" I said to myself repeatedly like this, first I was sure of my eyes, but soon I was a little shaken, because just now Ling Chong's expressionless face Kong appeared in front of me again, and the five cold words he said echoed in my ears again, so I said to myself: "Why did he deny that he was the 'God-legged Asan'? Looking at his expression, it was obvious that I had recognized the wrong person. But... Impossible! Could it be that there are really people in the world who look so similar? Is there really such a thing?" I was so excited that I couldn't calm down for a long time. Everything that happened in these few minutes shocked me so much! I stood there for who knows how long before I walked to the stream in a daze and sat down on the big rock where I usually sat. Usually, at this time and place, my mood is as clear as the gurgling stream beside me, but at this time, my mood is ups and downs, not to mention compared with the stream beside me, even with the rough waves of the sea. Gradually, the terrible scene from ten years ago emerged before my eyes - Guanyin Mountain, 40 kilometers south of the city, is named after a Guanyin Temple on the mountain. Guanyin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. Although it is not grand in scale, it is famous far and wide and is famous overseas. It is said that since ancient times, Guanyin Temple has been prosperous all year round because the Bodhisattvas there are particularly spiritual and their autographs of poems are particularly accurate. Since the reform and opening up, overseas Chinese have made voluntary donations to renovate the temple into a magnificent place in the early 1990s, and rebuilt the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Since then, more and more faithful men and women have come to offer incense and seek fortune-telling. However, ten years ago, when I followed my father and mother to offer incense, Guanyin Temple was in the early stages of renovation and was far less busy than it is now. I was sixteen years old that year, and according to my grandma, I was still a little girl who didn't understand the world. It was a crisp autumn Sunday, October 11th of that year to be exact, because the events that happened that day are something I will never forget, so even if I forget my birthday, I can't forget that day! After lunch, I followed my father and mother, who came back from Hong Kong specially to burn incense, into a taxi we chartered, and set off to see Guanyin Mountain. That year was the first year that the building we live in now was completed. My father and mother went to Guanyin Temple to fulfill their vows. It was less than two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the foot of Guanyin Mountain. Guanyin Mountain is not so much a mountain as a large mound, because although it is wide in circumference, it is not high. Guanyin Temple is built on the mountain. Although the mountain gate is halfway up the mountain, the back gate is almost at the top of the mountain. It only took us nearly twenty minutes to reach the main hall of Guanyin Temple, which is the Yuantong Hall. This was my first time to visit Guanyin Mountain. I was naturally curious about everything when I first arrived in such a strange place, and my curiosity suddenly arose again. So, I only accompanied my father and mother to pay a few bows to Guanyin Bodhisattva, then quietly left the main hall and walked around. Because Guanyin Temple was under renovation in those days, there were not many people going to offer incense that day, and most of them were concentrated in the main hall. In other places, except for the civil workers, only one or two monks were occasionally seen passing by. I walked around looking around and walked to the back of the temple without knowing it. We have said that Guanyin Temple was built along the mountain slope, with the front lower and the back higher. When I walked to the back of the temple, I had climbed a large part of the mountain. I left the temple through a small open door and saw the rugged mountains and lush trees. I thought it was more fun than in the temple, so I walked forward and climbed onto a big rock. While I was enjoying the mountain scenery happily, two people suddenly appeared in front of me out of nowhere. I can still clearly remember the "appearances" of these two people: one has a very conspicuous scar starting from the left side of his forehead, passing through the left corner of his eye and ending halfway on his cheek, and the other is bald, with a big bald head that is so bald that even a fly can't stand on it. Both of them are around twenty-five years old, and they are dressed like ordinary local farmers. At that time, I suddenly saw these two people and was shocked. I turned around and ran back to the temple, but I never expected that the two villains actually blocked my way and smiled at me lewdly. I asked in shock and anger: "What... Do you want to do?" "What are you doing? Hehe!" Scarface deliberately poked the bald head and said in a very unpleasant tone, "This lady asked us what we want to do. What do you think, brother, what do we want to do?" "We just want to invite the lady to accompany us to see the scenery, and we have no other intention." The bald man said to me in a very frivolous tone while licking his lips. "Actually, the scenery here was just ordinary, but now that you have such a fairy-like beauty, it has become much more beautiful and elegant. We brothers are in a good mood today, so we just want to invite the lady to enjoy the scenery with us. We have no other intention." As I said that, those two beasts actually started touching me. I stepped back in horror, shouting "Mom, Dad." Scarface rushed forward, hugged me with one hand, and covered my mouth with the other to prevent me from screaming; Baldhead hugged my legs, and the two of them lifted me up at once. I wanted to shout but couldn't. Although I struggled desperately, it was all in vain under the control of the two sturdy men. Knowing that it was futile, I still tried my best to resist until I exhausted my last bit of strength. At that time, I already knew in my heart: I had fallen into the hands of bad people, and the most terrible thing was about to happen! How regretful I am, I regret that I should not have left my father and mother, let alone come to this damn place alone! The two gangsters carried me into a cave and threw me to the ground. At that time, I was exhausted, and could even be said to be almost semi-conscious. When my body hit the hard stone, the pain made me fully awake again, but I didn't even have the strength to resist. I opened my mouth to call for help, but the scarred face covered my mouth again. "Little girl, please be honest!" The bald man showed his fierce look and threatened me viciously, "As long as you stay with us and play happily, I won't hurt you. Otherwise, if you offend me, I will rape you first and then kill you!" I was so frightened that my whole body shrank into a ball, but those two beasts pounced on me and grabbed my clothes. At that time, I was so desperate that I could only burst into tears... At that extremely critical moment, a man suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave - no, that was the savior sent to me by God for mercy! It was relatively dark in the cave, and the man was standing facing in, and I was too frightened, so I couldn't see his face clearly at the moment, let alone the expression on his face. But I firmly believe that at that time, he must have an expression of hatred and hatred. As the saying goes, evil comes from the courage! Because I saw him at the entrance of the cave for less than ten seconds, and he rushed in before the two gangsters recovered. I still clearly remember the scene when he dealt with the two gangsters at that time: he only used a pair of feet, which is what my cousin and others often call "leg skills." The speed of his legs was lightning fast, and he rescued me from the clutches of the devil in the blink of an eye. "Get out!" He said to me in a commanding tone while forcing the two gangsters away. I remember clearly that he spoke to me three times that day. This was the first and shortest time. But just when I was struggling to climb out of the hole, I suddenly saw a bright knife in the hands of the two gangsters. I was so frightened that I collapsed on the ground, unable to move, and just watched everything happening in front of me. Obviously, the three people in front of me knew each other - I saw the bald man pointing a knife at my benefactor and howling like a wolf: "'God-legged Asan', you, you are fucking messing with me again! Today, we two brothers are going to fight with you!" "Godly Legs Asan"? My benefactor is called "God Legs Asan"! It was from the bald man's mouth that I heard the name "God Legs Asan", and from that moment on, these four words as heavy as mountains were deeply engraved in my heart. At that time, I heard my benefactor say sternly in a judge's tone: "You two beasts, why do you do such an outrageous thing! Last time, I thought you were the first offenders and spared you. I also warned you that if you do evil again and I bump into you, you will not be lenient. You must have not forgotten it, right? I, the 'God-legged San', have always kept my word. You have heard of this, right? Today, you asked me to bump into you again. This is God's will, and you deserve to be unlucky. Tell yourselves, how should I punish you?" "Don't be so arrogant!" Scarface swung the knife, dropped his stance, and said fiercely, "Last time, we two brothers were bare-handed, but today we have a guy in our hands, and we are not afraid of your damn legs or feet! Boy, today we are on the wrong road, and we just want to settle old accounts and new accounts together. Damn it, come here if you are not afraid of death!" Next, there was an earth-shattering fight in front of me! How worried I was. My benefactor was unarmed, but the two gangsters each had a foot-long sharp knife in their hands. It was simply too dangerous! However, before I had time to pray to God to protect my benefactor, this extremely dangerous fight came to an end with the sound of two blood-curdling screams. At this time, the scene that appeared in front of me was: my benefactor was standing with his back to me, obviously he was always protecting me; while the two gangsters were lying aside, silent, and they had obviously passed out... I was helped out of the cave by my benefactor, because I was a little exhausted due to excessive fright and the desperate struggle just now. At the entrance of the cave, in the sunshine, I finally saw my benefactor's face clearly: a young face, a face that I will never forget! At the same time, I also saw that his left arm was injured - blood showed through the sleeve. I asked in horror: "A-are you injured? Is it important?" "It's okay, it's just a scratch." He answered me with a smile, looking disapproving. This was the second time that day he spoke to me. After saying this, he took off his jacket and put it on me. Only then did I realize that the clothes I was wearing were torn apart by the two gangsters. My face immediately turned red, and I subconsciously wrapped the jacket around me that still contained his body temperature. He lowered his face and said in the tone of a big brother talking to his little sister: "There are many bad people outside. You are not allowed to go out alone to play in the future, especially in places like this. If Tianxing hadn't bumped into me today, the consequences would have been disastrous. You don't know, those two bad guys are simply inhumane and can do all kinds of bad things. Look, are your father and mother here to find you?" This was the third time he spoke to me that day, and it was also the most cordial and cordial time. I looked in the direction he pointed, and it was indeed my father and mother who were looking for me while calling my nickname. When I turned around after answering my father and mother loudly, my benefactor disappeared, disappearing like a puff of smoke... "Could it be that there are really people in the world who look so similar?" I woke up from my distant memories and asked myself again and again, "Are they really not the same person? Are they really just similar in appearance?" Yes, Ling Chong does look very similar to the "Magical Legs Ah San" from ten years ago. No, it can be said that they are exactly the same; even their voices seem to be the same! Just... Just what? I racked my brains to compare the "Amazing Legs Ah San" in my memory with Ling Chong, or compare the real Ling Chong with the "Amazing Legs Ah San", trying my best to find even a little bit that could confirm Ling Chong's answer to me just now: "You have the wrong person." However, the more we compare, the more similar we feel, and the more we feel similar, the more we compare carefully. Suddenly, I found something... Yes, there is something different, and that is the eyes! I clearly remember that ten years ago, I met my benefactor's eyes outside that terrible cave. Although the time was very short, his eyes remained in my memory forever. Yes, those were two eyes that I will never forget for the rest of my life. They were so piercing, they were like two lightning bolts and two sharp swords! I once naively compared Fang Zhipeng's eyes with those of my benefactor. Although Fang Zhipeng was physically stronger and more handsome than him, his eyes were far less sharp than his! Yes, if there is any difference between Ling Chong and my benefactor, it is the eyes. I had looked into Ling Chong's eyes just now. Although it was only a moment, I can recall it so clearly now. Those two eyes were dim, dull, and even gave people a turbid feeling. Compared with my benefactor's, they were completely different! Yes, this was the only difference. At this time, although I felt much calmer, it was obvious that I could no longer study. After sitting for a while, I had to go home. When I passed by the place where Ling Chong was working just now, although there was still no one there, I still slowed down. To be honest, I really wanted to take another look at the person I almost recognized as my benefactor. Later, when I passed by the door of Ling Chong's house, I couldn't help but pay special attention to the wooden door that I may have never seen before. It was still hidden just like when I passed by it. Chapter 3 Hidden in my bedroom wardrobe is something that is extremely precious to me and has been with me for ten years. It is the same jacket that "Magic Legs Asan" put on me. After returning home that day ten years ago, I folded it up neatly and carefully stored it in my closet. I planned to find my benefactor one day and hand it back to him in person, and thank him for saving me. Because I was so frightened that day that I didn't even say "thank you" to anyone. For this, not to mention me, our whole family is still bitter about it! Because forty minutes ago I almost mistook Ling Chong for my benefactor, "Godly Legs Ah San", my mood that had been calm for several years was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. The extremely terrible past ten years ago kept appearing in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern. Undoubtedly, it was seeing Ling Chong that kept reminding me of my benefactor's voice and smile. At this time, I carefully took the jacket out of the closet again. Several years ago, my mother taught me to put it in a plastic vacuum bag, saying that this way it can be stored for a longer period of time. The plastic bag is clear and the jacket can be seen from the outside. It was an ordinary jacket, dark gray in color and made of cardigan material, with nothing special about it. When I folded this "holy thing", I deliberately placed the blood-stained sleeve on top, because it was the blood of my benefactor, the blood that my benefactor shed to save me. I had to see it often and easily. At this moment, I put the jacket in the vacuum bag gently on the bed, stroking it with my hands, my heart was ups and downs, and my thoughts were wandering, so much so that I didn't even notice when grandma walked into my room. "Are you thinking about your benefactor again?" The old man always asked lovingly whenever he saw me staring at this jacket. "Grandma, do you know? I saw him!" I didn't answer grandma's question, because there was no need to answer. But at this moment, the old man's question made me extremely excited, so I couldn't help shouting, "I really saw him, grandma!" "You're stupid, this kid!" Grandma stroked my head and said distressedly, "How many times has Grandma told you that if you think like this, sooner or later something will go wrong. Isn't that... Oh, silly girl, we saved you. We just need to remember it forever. You have also seen that grandma often prays for our benefactor. As for when we will be lucky enough to find our benefactor, it is God's will. It's not a problem for you to keep thinking like this, are you right?" "Grandma, I'm not just thinking this time." I said seriously, "I really saw him." "What?" Grandma was surprised when she realized that I was really not talking nonsense, so she hurriedly asked, "Did you really see him? When? Where?" Obviously, grandma was also a little excited. "Just now, at the end of the alley. It's just..." I hesitated and muttered to myself, "It's just that I didn't dare to be 100% sure that it was him, because of that look... The look..." "What's wrong with your eyes, kid?" Grandma seemed to be even more anxious than me, "What are you talking about? Why does grandma become more and more confused as she listens? You calm down first and slowly tell grandma what's going on, ah!" So, I described to grandma in detail the scene when I met Ling Chong about an hour and a half ago. Although grandma listened quietly, her wrinkled face trembled from time to time, clearly very involved. It wasn't until I finished narrating that the old man asked in a puzzled tone: "Are they really similar in everything except the look in their eyes?" Seeing me nodding with certainty, she frowned and said to herself, "It's hard to believe that there are really people who look so similar in the world? Could they be twins?" During breakfast, Aunt Wang brought back a piece of news when she went out to buy fried dough sticks. Compared with the news at lunch yesterday, this news was even more shocking to our family! That is: Ling Chong not only came back by himself, but also brought back a little girl, who is said to be his daughter! "What do you mean 'it is said'?" I retorted to Aunt Wang while chewing on the dough sticks, "Isn't he happy to have a daughter? Hey, tell me, how old is the girl? Is she pretty?" I like little girls very much. The prettier and more well-behaved they are, the more I like them. I heard that Ling Chong had a daughter, which made me particularly interested for some reason. "Actually, I haven't seen it either." Aunt Wang shrugged and said, "The neighbors are talking about it, and there are all kinds of speculations. I think if a complete family comes back, that is, if Ling Chong comes back with his wife and child, the neighbors will not doubt whether the child is His daughter, right? But the problem is that Ling Chong only brought his daughter back, so it's no wonder that people are making irresponsible remarks. As you know, there are also some gossips in our alley. However, I also heard that the little girl looks a bit like Ling Chong; as for her age, I think she is seven or eight years old. " A little girl without a mother, and only seven or eight years old, especially Ling Chong's daughter, now aroused my strong interest, no, it should be curiosity. Why doesn't she have a mother? Or why didn't her mother come back with her and her father? Such curiosity, I really wish I could be satisfied right away! Ling Chong's face appeared in front of me again. Although it was only a very brief encounter, I have always closely connected it with my benefactor's appearance (except for his eyes, of course), so the impression was particularly profound: it was a slightly slightly different face. Her long face looks a bit thin; under her light eyebrows, she has phoenix eyes with slightly longer corners than the average person; her tall, straight bridge of nose also seems a bit special; her mouth is a bit wider, and her lower lip is slightly thicker than the upper lip and appears fuller. It can be said that he has regular facial features, but for a man, he is a little too delicate and bookish. Of course, the appearance of my benefactor, "Amazing Legs Asan", in that delicate and scholarly look, reveals a compelling heroic spirit that ordinary people cannot match! In any case, if the little girl really looks like her father, I dare to say: she must be a beautiful little girl. I soon saw the little girl with my own eyes and had sex with her. Today is a weekend day, and I had originally agreed with my grandma that I would go shopping with her grandma today. After breakfast, we tidied up a little and then we went out. Out of curiosity, as soon as I stepped out of the door of our house, my eyes couldn't help but look towards the opposite door of Ling's house. This time the door was open, but strangely there were several neighbor children surrounding the door, laughing towards the house. "Grandma, let me go over and take a look." I said and walked to the door of Ling's house in three steps and two steps at a time. Now I saw clearly that the children at the door were laughing and scolding a little girl in the room, and an older boy was leaning against the door, obviously not letting the people in the room close the door. I just heard these children taunting each other: "Your dad is a bad guy!" "Your father is a thief!" "Your father is a prisoner of labor reform!" "You are the daughter of a gangster!" The little girl in the room was sobbing, but she didn't show weakness. She repeatedly replied in a crying voice: "My dad is a good man! My dad is a good man!" "Why is no one taking care of these children!" I was so angry that I yelled at the children at the door, "What are you doing? This is bullying, understand? Ahua, you are the oldest, why are you so ignorant? Can you do this to our new neighbors?" The little girl named A Hua stuck out her tongue at me, made a face, and ran away; the others also followed and dispersed, and the door of Ling's house suddenly fell silent. I looked into the room and saw a little girl huddled in a dark corner, still sobbing. I felt very uncomfortable, so I quickly stepped through the door, came to the little girl's side, squatted down, caressed her, and coaxed: "Stop crying, don't cry. Little sister, listen to auntie, don't cry anymore, ah! Those brothers and sisters are just teasing you, we don't want them to make you cry, let alone call them a joke, are you right?" "Daddy is a good man, daddy is a good man." The little girl repeated this sentence in a whimpering voice. "Yes, dad is a good man. Auntie said, they are just teasing you." I took out my handkerchief and gently wiped her tears while looking her over. Indeed, just as I imagined, she was a beautiful little girl. Although there was insufficient light in the room, I could still see her face in outline. Unfortunately, the nose and eyes cannot be seen clearly. At this time, the little girl stopped sobbing and looked at me blankly. I asked her kindly: "Little sister, tell auntie, have you eaten?" She said nothing, just shook her head. I stood up and took the opportunity to look around. I saw that the area of ​​the house was about fifteen or six square meters. Apart from one door, there was only one window, which was opened on the back wall. Less than one meter outside the window was someone else's wall, so the function of this window was only for ventilation rather than lighting. The furniture in the house was very simple. Apart from a bed, a cupboard, a table and several large and small stools, there was almost nothing else, and there was no cooking utensils or other things that I wanted to see the owner of the family use for cooking. At that moment, I said without thinking: "Little sister, please wait a moment. Auntie will bring you something to eat right away." "Don't, don't." The little girl grabbed my hand and said, "Dad said he would bring food when he comes back soon. It's true." At this moment, I heard grandma greeting someone at the door. Oh, it turns out that Grandma Wang is here! Immediately, a very capable old woman appeared in front of me. Among the old women, Grandma Wang is the tallest because she is from Shandong and followed her husband who was a company commander in the army to the south during the Liberation War. Although she is already in her seventies, she has a strong body, nimble legs and feet, and is able to move and do things well. She is twenty years younger than her actual age. She spoke a local dialect with a foreign accent, which sounded a bit awkward, but quite friendly. "Come on, let's have breakfast!" Grandma Wang said with a smile as soon as she walked in, "Xiaojuan, are you hungry? Look, grandma has brought you some delicious food." As she spoke, she put the bread, fried dough sticks and soy milk she brought on the table, and then greeted me: "Afang, are you here to care about Xiaojuan? Okay, okay." I..." I didn't know how to answer, so I had to say, "You're always troubled. " "It won't happen without a little effort. "Grandma Wang smiled heartily and said, "Look at the father and daughter who have just arrived. They don't have anything. I was just thinking that the child hasn't eaten anything yet. Is that true? It's true for Ah Chong. It was already late when he got home yesterday. I told him not to be busy doing any work today and to buy all the things that should be purchased at home for me. I never thought that he would go out to work early in the morning and still hasn't come back, and he doesn't care whether his daughter is hungry or not. Come on, Xiaojuan, come to Grandma's place, let's have breakfast. " It turns out that this little girl is called Xiaojuan. She walked up to Grandma Wang and said seriously: "Grandma, dad will be back soon; Xiaojuan wants to wait for dad to eat together. " "Look at this little dead-hearted guy! "Grandma Wang hugged Xiaojuan into her arms. Although she said nothing, she could hear the love and affection in her heart. She lovingly stroked the back of Xiaojuan's head and said to me and grandma who had just walked into the room: "This child is so sensible! I just felt sorry for this child and took the father and daughter back. In any case, the child has reached the age of going to school, so he has to come back to our city to study. Do you think that's right? " Grandma and I nodded in agreement. Later I found out that before they came back, Ling Chong and his daughter had been living in a rural village in the outer suburbs. By chance, Grandma Wang met them and almost talked to each other before mobilizing Ling Chong back. The biggest motivation that made Ling Chong willing to come back was naturally the issue of her daughter Xiaojuan going to school. It is said that Grandma Wang also promised Ling Chong that she had the ability to send Xiaojuan to a certain key primary school. With an old lady like Grandma Wang here who is old-fashioned and warm-hearted, there is no need for us, grandparents, to stay any longer. At that moment, we said goodbye and came out. Before leaving, I said to Xiaojuan: "Little sister, auntie lives right across the street. If you need anything, just come to auntie, okay? " "Thank you, aunt. "This is the little girl's very polite answer to me. After leaving Ling's house, my grandma and I talked about the father and daughter along the way, especially the cute little girl. It can be said that Xiaojuan gave me a big shock. What a well-behaved and lovable little girl! I even regretted that I didn't ask Grandma Wang about the little girl's mother just now... Because the more I thought the little girl was adorable, the more I wanted to know about her mother. Maybe this is my nature? Just when my grandma and I stayed at Ling's house for a short while, something happened. It was because of this incident that it delayed Ling Chong's time to bring breakfast for his daughter. This incident (should I call it an incident) was not known to me until later, but in order to make our story more interesting, I thought it would be better for me to describe it in advance. ——Unless there are very special reasons, the "Three Heroes of Qingfeng" gather at the alley before dawn every day, and then each rides on his favorite motorcycle to go to the boxing training hall of the Municipal Sports Commission to practice boxing. According to their words, this is called "Dancing upon hearing the chicken", which is what every martial arts practitioner from ancient times to the present must do. Today, they are no exception. Usually, they all train until around seven o'clock, then go home and have breakfast, and then go to work separately; but on weekends or other holidays, they either practice a little longer, or simply have breakfast in the canteen of the Sports Committee, and then make other arrangements (they always have many "programs"). Today, they practiced for a while and didn't stop until about eight o'clock. "Hey, man! Look who that is? "As he approached the entrance of the alley, Luo Xiaohu suddenly shouted, and then said, "We have to teach him a lesson so that he knows how to live his life from now on! " It turned out that he saw Ling Chong pulling an empty garbage truck towards him. Luo Xiaohu arrogantly moved his "Honda Antique" forward and stopped Ling Chong; his cousin and Fang Zhipeng's two "Honda CBT" also stopped on both sides. The three people were riding on their respective cars, majestically, and their posture was really a bit chilling. "Hey, kid! "Luo Xiaohu actually put one foot on Ling Chong's handlebar (at this time Ling Chong also stopped) and said in a majestic manner, "Open your dog eyes wider and see who grandpa is!" " It was obvious that he was provoking Ling Chong. The latter raised his expressionless face, looked at him with an almost blank look, and shook his head. "What? ! Luo Xiaohu shouted angrily, "You dare to say you don't know me?" Damn it, look at my eyes, this is your 'masterpiece' twenty years ago! Remember? Look at me, damn, why don't you dare to look at me! You have a guilty conscience! Brother, look at this bear, what's the difference between it and a pile of garbage? Ha ha! " "Did you hear that, trash? "My cousin actually kicked Ling Chong's other handlebar. "The surname is Ling! Luo Xiaohu cursed again, "If you die outside in this fucking life, then let's forget it, and I'll just fucking admit my grievances!" Hehe, by some strange mistake, you came back from somewhere. It shows that our 'fate' is not over yet. Son of a bitch, listen carefully: from today on, you will never have a peaceful life. " "You have to pay for what happened twenty years ago! "Fang Zhipeng threatened coldly. "Can you please move out of the way? "Ling Chong's face was still expressionless, as if he didn't hear what the three people in front of him were saying at all. Instead, he said in a calm tone that surprised the other party, "I still have to work. " "What? Work? "Luo Xiaohu laughed loudly, and at the same time, he pushed down hard with his foot on the handlebar, "Haha! You bastard garbage collector, don't fucking blaspheme the word 'job'! You answer, did you understand what I just said? ! " At this time, there were many people watching the excitement. Fang Zhipeng felt that it was inappropriate to find trouble with Ling Chong at this time, so he said to Luo Xiaohu: "Hu Zai, let's let this kid get to know our buddy today, and then find a good opportunity to let him taste the consequences of hurting and crippling another day. Let's go. " "Yes, let this kid go for today! "My cousin also said loudly. Before leaving, Luo Xiaohu reluctantly kicked Ling Chong on the waist with the foot that was on Ling Chong's handlebar, as if this kick could temporarily relieve his temporary hatred. As for Ling Chong, of course he received the kick silently!