I want to be a good person

Zhao Xinyu tightened her body and lay on Zhang Aiguo's chest.

He was playing with a pistol in his hand. The magazine had been removed and there was no bullet in the chamber.

The flesh cannot withstand the test of accidental discharge of a gun.

"It's this pistol. It's really beautiful."

"Flower-mouthed rubbing machine, American product"

“Great workmanship”

"Well, you can use it for self-defense. All restaurants and bars will be closed tomorrow afternoon. Let's go out in the morning, have a meal, buy some things and come back for the New Year. I'll take you to set off fireworks after dark."

"We are living a good life now. We used to live a hard life. We usually ate bran dumplings. Corn cakes were the best. They were mixed with sorghum flour. White flour was rare. The flour in the countryside was gray, and foreign flour was snow-white."

"Well, we have foreign flour, too. It's 30 yuan a bag, and it weighs kilograms. I bought a lot. That's two packs of Juqingzhai's steamed buns, plus some snacks. I'll leave on the second day of the New Year and try to come back on the Lantern Festival."

"so much?"

"What's more? A cattail bag weighs two kilograms, so the business is still good."

“Is there any oil leakage or breakage?”

"Don't worry, they have a good way of eating. They put straw paper and oil paper inside the cattail bag, and it's square. There's a big red "ticket" on it, and it's tied with white hemp rope. You'll know when you open it tomorrow."

"Oh"

"Is there any danger in what you are doing? Be careful. I really can't survive without you this time. Anyway, I will follow you. I will be your family in life and your ghost in death."

"I know your feelings. Don't worry, I won't abandon you. Once you fall into a man's trap, you can't get out."

"I didn't even think about climbing out. I just lay there at the bottom of the pit. It was comfortable to follow you."

"Come, I'll teach you how to shoot. You need to rub the gun and look carefully."

Zhang Aiguo took the pistol, flipped the safety, pulled the slide, and showed it to Zhao Xinyu.

"Here, you try it out. Just pull the trigger. You don't need to aim when you shoot. Just aim at the chest and shoot. You can put it in your bag from now on."

"Well, I'll listen to you."

"Let's clean up and go to bed early"

Zhang Aiguo bought a lot of supplies. There was also a dead war horse in the space. When he got outside the country, he would find someone to make smoked horse meat and horse intestines. He had eaten smoked horse meat once in his previous life, but unfortunately he drank too much and ended up feeding it to the big tree on the roadside.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Zhang Aiguo went downstairs to practice the Eighteen Black Dragon Moves several times, practicing finger push-ups and scorpion crawls. He felt physical and mental pleasure, and his physique improved, and he could climb up to 60 meters.

Traditional Chinese martial arts are killing skills, insidious and vicious, and aim to defeat the enemy in one move. Changes in the times have led to a transformation towards physical fitness and performance entertainment. The stability among the people is the real stability. There are masters everywhere and no one can sleep. The various situations in the world are ultimately a process of selection and the result of evolution. They have been guiding and influencing people subtly, like a frog boiled in warm water.

“Good work”

An old man who got up early saw Zhang Aiguo finishing his exercise, stroked his goatee and shouted.

"Sir, you got up so early."

"I'm old, I sleep less, I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk. I see that you've practiced Kung Fu very well, you don't have so many flashy moves, the simpler the moves, the more practical, I can't tell which school you're from."

"I'm just practicing for fun"

Zhang Aiguo knew that the Eighteen Moves were a summary of actual combat, fierce, and a martial art? Could it be that it was from the Black Dragon Sect, from Heilongjiang.

"How about we help each other?"

"Ah, forget it, sir. I just practiced blindly. It's different from the sect I came from. There's no rules or methods."

"You are too modest, young man. Even though I am old, I am still strong and capable."

Peking has long had a tradition of practicing martial arts, including internal and external boxing, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, Dacheng Boxing and other styles. I didn't expect that this old man is already at this age, but still very dissatisfied.

"Well, it's already daybreak, old man, it's better to be lucky than to be early. I'll treat you to a bowl of bean juice. We can be considered an alternative way of making friends through martial arts. What do you think?"

"Okay, I just like you. I don't bother to talk to anyone else."

There are also those who open for business early in the morning. Breakfast shops are the hardest working. They get up very early and work, just like they get up earlier than the chickens.

"Two bowls of bean juice, four fried dough sticks, four steamed buns with sesame sauce, and two eggs"

After Zhang Aiguo ordered the food, he looked at the old man.

"Uncle, what else would you like to order?"

"Okay, that's it"

"Hey, if it's not enough, let's shout again"

While waiting for the shop owner to work, the Beijing man, who was particular about appearance, asked: "From your accent, you are not from here."

"Yes, I am from Qinghe, Hebei"

"No wonder"

"Why don't you go home during Chinese New Year?"

"With both parents gone, I am alone and have to make a living anywhere"

"Yes, the world is not as good as it was during the Five-Colored Flag period. Although the government has no money, people are willing to lend it to us. At worst, we just don't have to pay it back."

"That's true"

……

As they were talking, two bowls of steaming soy milk were brought up.

"Gentlemen, the soybean juice is here"

"Try it, are you used to it?"

Zhang Aiguo picked up the bowl and took a sniff. It tasted sour and rotten. The old man opposite him looked at him with a smile.

He gritted his teeth, pinched his nose and took a few sips. It felt much more comfortable than being in the snow in Wucheng without food or drink. It was better than going on an empty stomach.

"Okay, this is not something that ordinary people can conquer, man, this..."

Nothing to do but give a thumbs up.

There is nothing taboo or challenging about fried dough sticks and sesame cakes.

Old Beijingers are good at talking about anything. Although the economy was affected by the relocation of the capital by the Kuomintang government, they got used to it over time.

"Boy, let me tell you something. To sum up the place we live in, the front gate is ninety-nine feet high, and there are four gates, three bridges, and five archways. In the early days, the main gate of Zhengyang Gate was used exclusively by the emperor, and it had to be fenced off with curtains..."

Zhang Aiguo continued to deal with the soy milk in the bowl and listened to the old man's bragging. It turns out that your uncle will always be your uncle.

However, as long as people are alive, they must have something in their hearts to dream about, otherwise it is easy to lose their energy and spirit. A strong body and nimble legs are the best care that the elderly can give to their children.

Say goodbye to the sociable old man, carry the sesame cakes and doughnuts, there are people in the hotel waiting to feed them.

After setting off the fireworks on New Year's Eve, I looked up at the lights in the bungalow, at the entrance of the alley, and at the lights of the houses in the distance. Was I dreaming? Or was it really happening?

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, after having breakfast in the hotel, Zhang Aiguo went out. He had to find something to do. He kept cleaning his guns, and the steel fire had faded. Even a young man could not bear it.

The streets are quite busy as people visit relatives on the second day of the Chinese New Year.

We arrived at the chosen house, which was closest to HSBC. The slightly old double doors were guarded by an iron general. The bright red couplets were firmly glued together with paste, which looked festive and a good omen.

The Spring Festival is also a time for the devils to relax. Chinese people value traditions, and no matter what industry they are in, it is rare to have any trouble during the New Year, and there are few people making a fuss.

Lao Tie couldn't stop Zhang Aiguo who had cheating equipment. Once he got the ladder, he no longer had to climb the wall. He entered the yard without a run-up, and after walking around for a while, he chose the utility room.

As the saying goes, a family is worth a fortune, and people are reluctant to throw away many things for fear that they will have to spend money to buy them later. Ordinary people live their lives by being thrifty.

He put them away to make room for digging. The compass had already selected the direction, so he took out the shovel and pickaxe and started digging.