October 8, the twenty-second day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

Today is cold dew.

The dew from each pine needle on the pine tree condensed into frost, and the chill grew.

The orchids under the tree bowed their heads, their colors were no longer bright, and they were frozen by the droplets, adding to their paleness, and the lotus leaves in the water shook stiffly, although still green, but somewhat haggard.

"The cool breeze moves, and the cold dew is zero.

The orchid flowers are white, and the lotus leaves are still green.

Independently perched sand cranes, flying double fireflies.

If it is a lonely realm, it is still worth the first awakening of wine. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Tomokazu Yamamoto took the shirt outside, only wore a white vest, revealing a little tattoo, and leaned on the railing to look at the Songhai below, "Meng Zuojun is really not ordinary, to use the Chinese idiom to describe it, it is a cultural relic." ”

"It's both civil and military. ”

"Yes, that's right. Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded again and again, "Cultural relics cool persuasion cultural relics cool persuasion." ”

Whether there are flying cranes here, Meng Zuo doesn't know very well, probably there are, but he shouldn't be able to see the water fireflies, because it's afternoon.

The day before, he and Tomokazu Yamamoto came to Dengfeng, Zhengzhou, to find a mountaintop hotel to stay for a while, and he couldn't even sleep early in the morning when he was pulled up by the excited Tomokazu Yamamoto to watch the sunrise.

Meng Zuo couldn't figure it out, and specially asked why Tomokazu Yamamoto was nearly forty years old and still so juvenile.

Yamamoto replied that he was only thirty-seven, which was the age of high spirits.

After saying that, he asked Meng Zuo not to ask again, because the sunrise was coming.

Sunrise......

Good looking is good-looking.

When a ray of morning sun hits the edge of the field of vision, and then the light passes in front of them, it is very ceremonial.

It's a pity that Meng Zuo was too sleepy, his consciousness was hazy, and he didn't care too much.

After watching the sunrise and having breakfast, Yamamoto took Meng Zuo to visit the Five Milk Peaks as if he were visiting his own home.

Tomokazu Yamamoto is so familiar with this place that he knows how many steps he has to walk when he goes up the stone staircase.

Visiting and visiting, Meng Zuo, a young man who doesn't like to go out, is a little tired.

It's not that I'm physically tired, it's that I'm mentally tired.

So, at Meng Zuo's strong request, he and Tomokazu Yamamoto took a short break at the eight-step level.

"China is a big country and I love it very much. Tomokazu Yamamoto held the railing and looked out at the pine forest in the distance, the wind was not strong today, and the whole pine forest seemed like a still photograph, and from any angle it looked like a cool and spectacular landscape.

Tomokazu Yamamoto likes this feeling very much, looking at something spectacular, expressing his inner grandeur.

However, Meng Zuo did not hold on to the railing with him to watch the forest sea, but leaned against the stone wall to rest.

There are two lines of words written on the stone wall - the monkey looks at the forest sea, and the azure faces the forest stone.

But Tomokazu Yamamoto doesn't care, he knows that he is not the same as a monkey.

At least he looks at the scenery with a view of three thousand miles, which can be as ambitious as I do, and if he puts a male monkey here, he may just be thinking about where there is a female monkey and a banana.

"yes, it's too big, I think it's a bit overwhelming. Meng Zuo nodded.

"How come?" Tomokazu Yamamoto specially drew his eyebrows today in order to see Master Kongwen, and with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he turned around and looked at Meng Zuo, "Aren't the Chinese particular about good men and ambitions?"

"That's an old saying, at most it's a colloquialism, do you know the proverb?" Meng Zuo leaned against the stone wall and looked at the deep blue sky.

"Uh-huh, I understand. Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded seriously, "It's a popular phrase that has been circulated among the people, and my Chinese teacher explained it to me." ”

Meng Zuo held his head in his hands and made his posture more comfortable: "That's almost the meaning, but your Chinese teacher didn't tell you that the so-called common saying is to change a popular sentence to tell the truth of false emptiness?"

"Uh......" Tomokazu Yamamoto was stunned, "he really didn't tell me about this." ”

"Yes, for example, what kind of tree is afraid of rotten roots, people are afraid of no ambition, who doesn't understand this truth, let alone China, the whole world understands, but I don't have any ambitions, I just want to have a little money, and then live a comfortable life. Meng Zuo crossed his legs and expressed his opinion to Tomokazu Yamamoto.

"Oh, I thought that the truths left by the ancient Chinese would be believed by modern people!" Tomokazu Yamamoto nodded thoughtfully.

"This kind of thing is not the truth, and in my eyes these sayings are witticisms. Meng Zuo hehe, "Don't you underworld always like to preach the culture of the Extreme Dao?"

"Yakuza culture?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto rhetorically.

"Yes, it's almost like the Confucian 'theory of loyalty', talking about some 'glory of men' all the time is to be loyal and righteous. Meng Zuo thought for a moment.

"Hmm...... Meng Zuojun, this is how you understand the underworld?" said Tomokazu Yamamoto with a wry smile.

Meng Zuo was originally leaning against the stone wall, but now he suddenly jumped up, raised his head and pointed his finger at forty-five degrees to point to the sunset that was falling in the sky, "Weakness is a sin! The friendship between men is as strong as King Kong! A man must have a big goal in life! It doesn't matter if he makes mistakes, the important thing is to take responsibility! I want to be the man of One Piece! I want to be the man of the Hokage!"

Just as Tomokazu Yamamoto was thinking about whether Meng Zuo was too tired today and caused his mind to be a little delirious, Meng Zuo returned to his usual laziness.

"That's probably the way I understand the underworld culture. ”

"Hmm......" Tomokazu Yamamoto was a little unable to answer, "I don't quite understand what you mean by the last two sentences, but I can understand what you are trying to say." ”

"It's good to understand. Meng Zuo nodded, looked at Tomokazu Yamamoto again, and frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked Tomokazu Yamamoto cautiously, afraid of provoking Meng Zuo to go crazy again.

"In this way, you are a gangster, but you don't want the underworld I know. Meng Zuo calmly analyzed, "You don't dye your hair gray, and you don't look like a person who adheres to the logic that a man stands upright in the world and never bends his knees when he meets someone worthy of following." ”

After that, he added.

"You can't be a pretend, right?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked at Meng Zuo, who was full of confidence written on his face, and was a little speechless.

"I think Meng Zuojun, you have a great prejudice against the Japanese underworld, please don't regard those hot-blooded Japanese comics as the real underworld culture...... Although the kind of people you are talking about do exist. ”

"Poorly educated gangsters and hot-blooded youths?" Meng Zuo teased.

Tomokazu Yamamoto's whole body stiffened, as if he had thought of something, and then said: "In a huge group similar to the government, most of the people at the bottom are like that, and it's not just us in the underworld, it's just that those hot-blooded young people in the underworld love to dye their hair, fight with baseball bats, and say some middle two words." ”

"It's worthy of being mixed with the underworld, and the summary is much more superb than me. Meng Zuobi gave a thumbs up.

Tomokazu Yamamoto didn't know if this was a compliment or a sarcasm for him, so he didn't respond.

"However, this kind of underworld is actually quite cute. Meng Zuo continued.

"Cute?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto didn't understand how a gang that was described by Meng Zuo as being so stupid and full of violence could be described as cute.

"Yes, lovely. Meng Zuo thought back to Naruto Sasuke Luffy Zoro he had seen, "They're pretty cute guys!"

"Is it cute?"

Tomokazu Yamamoto remembered the days 21 years ago when the group of teenage boys wearing headbands or baseball caps and holding baseball bats and knives swaggering in a row to block the road on the street, talking dirty, talking about girls, bragging, showing off how much protection money they had collected today, occupying a few territories, and then laughing at each other because of a slip of the tongue.

The kind of memories that seem to be a little yellowed now in Yamamoto's memory occupy a large part of Tomokazu's memory, and it is also one of the few happy memories that he has other than making movies.

Some people say that happy memories are generally colored, while sad and sad experiences are gray when recalled.

Tomokazu Yamamoto can clearly remember that he sat in the store more than 20 years ago, with white smoke emitting from the cigarette butts in his hands, looking at the gray street, the group of young people with yellow-purple and gray hair holding their shoulders and singing loudly together.

"Wind に戸惑う弱気な仆,通りすがるあの日のphantom(かげ),本当は覬聟目以上,涙もろい用がある......"

(This song is an album released by Japanese singer Southern Star 00 and is the number one single-selling single in Japanese song history.) The title of the song translates to a tsunami, and the lyrics roughly mean: I, who was confused by the wind, passed by the phantom of that day by chance, but it was unexpectedly a tear-jerking past. ）

"It's pretty cute, indeed. ”

It was a little cold, and Tomokazu Yamamoto looked at the sunset that was still half left, and put on his shirt with his gloves and covered all his tattoos.