Saying that Zhao Lian and Zhao Xiaopan, the little crooked man went up the hill to set rabbits, and after a long time, he didn't get anything, but he was tired and half dead, so he turned back and went down the mountain, ready to see the results of Zhao Zejun's fishing.

That Zhao Zejun has been flirting with Qiao Xinyun, and he hasn't been thinking much about fishing, and he hasn't caught a single fish hair, and the two brothers are both 'air force'.

Zhao Lian went down the mountain, walked near the memorial hall, and suddenly remembered that today was 918.

For more than 100 years, the enmity has become deeper and deeper, and no matter how much economic cooperation there is, the Chinese people have always had a heart of openness and an indescribable hatred for Japan. Zhao Zejun's generation, a large part of Zhao Lian's generation, due to the education they received since childhood, are still relatively sensitive to this period of history.

Zhao Lian thought of today's day, so he walked towards the memorial hall, one to rest, and the other to 'bye': Anyway, among the dozens of people who died in this ditch, there must be the ancestors of the old Zhao family.

As soon as I walked to the front, I saw a very dazzling sun flag, planted in the ditch and fluttering in the wind, a few guys wearing Japanese military uniforms, holding bayonets and sabers, making various slashing and assassination postures, showing off their might in front of the memorial hall, taking pictures.

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Zhao Lian's face sank suddenly, and a fire rushed to his brain, ready to go over and reason with the other party.

Walking up, one of the boys on the other side, probably holding back his urine, rushed to the ditch, unbuttoned his belt and took out the little guy to pee.

The bones in this ditch had already come out, but Zhao Lian still couldn't help it, and his brain was hot as soon as he buzzed.

It's not the same as urinating on your own ancestral grave! And wearing the military uniform of the Japanese, no one can bear it.

Zhao Lian rushed up without saying a word, the guy who peed didn't understand what was going on, and thought to himself, how to pee, and someone came to watch? Could it be that my talent has attracted fans......

Before he could react, he punched the bridge of his nose with a heavy punch.

Then, naturally, the two sides scuffled.

The other party has four men and one woman, the women did not participate in the war, holding their mobile phones while shooting while setting up seedlings to coax, the four men and Zhao Lian are all the same age, and they are not lost to Zhao Lian; although there are three people on Zhao Lian's side, Zhao Xiaopan and the little crooked man are still children, and the little crooked man can't even speak well, his brain is not bright, and the real combat effectiveness is equal to only Zhao Lian.

The opponent has a 'weapon', and the two fists are difficult to beat the four hands, and Zhao Lian's side was defeated in a few rounds. Zhao Lian beckoned the little crooked son to report to Zhao Zejun, so there was this later scene.

The guy who was beaten by Zhao Lian was the 'officer', Zhao Zejun noticed that his nose was indeed a little weird, at first glance, he thought he was born with a red nose, but it turned out that he was beaten by Zhao Lian.

"It's pretty dark. Zhao Zejun glanced at the other party's nose and said in a strange tone.

"Didn't you tell me, brother, if you don't know how to fight, you hit your nose first, his nose is sour, and sure enough, he subconsciously went to cover his face and was beaten by me!"

Zhao Lian's own face was swollen like a pig's head, and he didn't realize it, and was praised by Zhao Zejun, and said triumphantly: "If it weren't for the fact that there were so many of them, I would have killed him a long time ago." ”

Zhao Lian has been messing with Zhao Zejun for a long time, listening to Zhao Zejun's tone, he didn't blame him, but was defending him, although he was beaten, he was still quite proud in his heart.

"Come on, the phone has been smashed, and it's bragging. Zhao Zejun picked up the mobile phone with the broken screen from the ground and returned it to Zhao Lian, saying, "Let's go, go back and give you the latest Xiaomi model." ”

Qiao Xinyun patted Zhao Lian's shoulder on the side, blinked and said, "Use your brain before fighting with people in the future, knowing that there are too many people to fight, don't do it." Otherwise, if you catch the lonely, you will run away, so as not to suffer a loss in front of you. ”

"Well, thank you, Sister Qiao. Zhao Lian nodded vigorously.

"Don't fan the flames on the sidelines. Zhao Zejun glared at Qiao Xinyun, he was afraid that there would be a beautiful woman on the side to coax him, and a woman on the side to fan the flames, and small things could become big things, and big things could kill people.

After that, he was ready to leave, turned around and climbed up the slope.

Zhao Zejun talked to a few people here, and he didn't say a word to the person opposite from beginning to end, and he didn't look at them a few times, and the other party saw that they were about to leave so swaggeringly, but they didn't do it, and the girl in the kimono followed behind and shouted: "Hey, you want to leave when you hit someone?"

"Yes, it's too unqualified!"

"That's how these people are!"

The kimono girl also took out her mobile phone and shot at Zhao Zejun for a while, probably using the video function, and said to the video: "Everyone sees, this is the ugly Chinese people, no quality, barbaric and uncivilized......"

Zhao Zejun stopped, turned his head to stare at these people, shook his head and smiled, and then turned around and walked back to the girl.

"You...... What are you going to do!" the fake officer asked with a knife in his face.

Zhao Zejun glanced at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist holding the knife.

Lao Zhao can't fight, it depends on who he compares with, a group of bodyguards around him are all masters of grappling and fighting, he occasionally follows to learn two or three tricks, it is more than enough to deal with these half-grown children, and as soon as he turned his hand, he broke the opponent's wrist with a backhand, and the man's wrist was struggling to hold the knife, and he was taken away again.

Zhao Zejun took the katana and weighed it twice in his hand, smiled, buried his head and walked to the sun flag on the side, his eyes narrowed, his hand raised the knife and fell, and cut off the flagpole.

The sun flag fell on the dirt, and there was a squeak and a screeching sound, and the imitation katana of very average quality was bent by Zhao Zejun with his knees.

"I really don't know how to write ugly words. Zhao Zejun casually threw the bent katana on the flag, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

A bunch of children who don't know their brains, he really doesn't bother to make a faint smile in front of them, this force is too classless.

Just when Zhao Zejun turned his back to those people, the fake officer who was robbed of the knife twice was probably too deeply insulted, and he couldn't hold back the fire, so he screamed strangely, raised the scabbard and smashed it at the back of Zhao Zejun's head.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, he just raised his scabbard, and rushed out with an uppercut stabbing diagonally, hitting the bridge of his nose again and again.

This blow was very heavy, and the impact of his whole person, combined with the swing of the hook, directly hit a puddle of blood, and fell to the ground on his back.

The fake officer couldn't even scream, and rolled on the ground with his nose covered.

Zhao Lian withdrew his fist and viciously spat at the fake officer who was rolling on the ground in pain: "Grass, stupid." ”

"Alright, let's go. ”

……

The memorial hall is not far from Dayang Village, and on the way back, I met Xiao Wu who came to me.

Zhao Zejun saw that Zhao Lian and Zhao Xiaopan had blue noses and swollen faces, and their clothes were dirty and torn, and he thought that he would go back to show the adults like this, and he would have to worry about it, maybe Zhao Lian would have to be beaten, look at the time, it was not yet noon, so he simply called the little crooked son, made a phone call with his parents, and said that he would go to the town to play for a while. Let Xiao Wu drive the car, and a few people will drive to the town, have some food, buy two clothes, take a bath by the way, and come back in a glamorous manner.

The little crooked man hasn't been out much, and when he heard that he could make a big car to go to the town to play, and buy new clothes, he slapped his face with joy, and Zhao Xiaopan also burst into tears.

"Zhao Lian, what's going on with those kids, they don't look like they have abnormal brains, what's the matter...... Why do you look abnormal?" On the way, Qiao Xinyun asked Zhao Lian curiously, she really couldn't find the right words to describe the other party.

The few fake devils I met just now acted in a way that was too contrived, and they couldn't stop shouting 'you support that person', and shouting 'my parents gave me that body, and the imperial army gave me Yamato soul', which was like acting, in the eyes of adults like Qiao Xinyun and Zhao Zejun, they couldn't talk about being angry at all, but felt ridiculous.

Zhao Zejun also felt strange. He has seen the world, cos industry has met a lot of people, many are wearing Japanese animation costumes of young boys and girls, to say that these people like Japanese animation, two-dimensional industry, there are, but like these people met today, obviously Chinese, but in their bones they regard themselves as Japanese, and in turn scold Chinese, Zhao Zejun has never heard of it.

This is no longer a question of patriotism or non-patriotism, a typical brain disease.

"These people are the essence of the legend on the Internet. Zhao Lian said.

"I've heard of it, schizophrenia. I think these guys look a lot alike. Zhao Zejun smiled: "What is Jingri? Sounds so ......"

I was going to say that it sounds so lewd, but when I think of the two halves of children in the car, the little crooked man's brain is not good, so don't take the child bad and teach the fool badly.

"Seichi is the spiritual Japanese. ”

Zhao Lian is a college student, and he spends much more time 'playing' on the Internet than Zhao Zejun, and he knows more about some strange things on the Internet, and introduced it to Zhao Zejun.

In recent years, with the mass import of Japanese comics, television and other cultures, a group of young people have appeared on the Internet, who are proud to imitate everything in Japan, especially imitation of Japanese militarist ideas, similar to some radical young people in the West who worship Nazis.

Some psychological experts have analyzed that the worship of Nazis by young people in the West is essentially the same as the origin of star worship, and at the beginning, it was attracted by the cool and handsome Nazis, which was a very superficial cause.

These people have spiritually regarded themselves as a group of Japanese, and the extremists have worshipped Japan to the point of hating their own nation and being ashamed of being Chinese.

'My parents gave me that body, and the imperial army gave me the soul of Yamato' is a typical slogan of Jingri, although the number of these people is small, but they get together, there are exclusive post bars, QQ groups and other communities, but there is a bit of a noise, among which the members of the members, often in public, even in the massacre memorial site, wearing the military uniform of the Japanese invasion of China to take pictures, shoot videos, and show off on the Internet.

Today happens to be the anniversary, and these people came out to cause trouble again, and they were met by Zhao Lian.

"Understood, the subjective world and objective reality are not aligned, and this is a typical symptom of schizophrenia. Zhao Zejun nodded.