(This article is not apocryphal, it is actually based on the online post "The 7 Coolest Things Chinese Do to Little Japan".) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info)

Bus No. 5 takes exactly 45 minutes to reach Confucius Temple Station. Zhen Fan jumped out of the car, glanced at the office building across the road, Junhao Group, and thought that there was still an hour and a half before the interview time, so he turned around and walked towards the Confucius Temple not far away.

It's not that I don't know the approximate time when the No. 5 bus arrived, and the reason why I have to come out so early is naturally for Zhen Fan's reason.

One is to study and live in this city for four years, and never come to the Confucius Temple, which is one of the symbols of the city. So, I want to take this opportunity to come and have a look.

The second is to avoid the old cat. Zhen Fan knows best that that buddy is a master who will never give up if he doesn't make a profit. Every time he provokes him, he will always be entangled and not played, until the old cat feels that he has earned it cheaply and his heart has calmed down. If you don't leave earlier just now, in case you are stuck at home by the old cat, today's interview is destined to be ruined.

What makes Zhen Fan a little helpless is that among the three buddies who can make pranks, the old cat is the best one to deal with, so it is natural to become the preferred target. Unless the old cat has special circumstances, Zhen Fan will never choose the other two.

"Alas, it's not that I'm cheap, the question is who let myself have such a bad habit."

Every time the picture is fast, thinking about the next revenge from his buddies, Zhen Fan can only comfort himself like this.

It's really worthy of its reputation, it's not even eight o'clock, and the front of the Confucius Temple is already bustling and lively.

Those who have not returned from morning exercises, those who walk birds and dogs, those who sell breakfast snacks and those who eat breakfast snacks. As well as three, three, two, two, and two, at first glance, it is a tourist from other places. Even, Zhen Fan also saw a small tour group. I saw a beautiful tour guide, waving a small flag printed with a certain international travel agency in her hand, chattering about the middle-aged men and women who were around and following behind her, most of them were in their forties and fifties, and each had a small plaster flag in their hands.

"Widows?"

Just when Zhen Fan frowned and wanted to speed up his pace to go around from them to the front, he suddenly saw a young couple in their thirties, the man in front of him was holding a little boy of three or four years old in his arms, and the woman was meekly following the father and son, walking towards the tour group.

"Xiaobao, do you see it, that's the plaster flag."

Hearing this, Zhen Fan suddenly slowed down.

"Dad, are all the people who take the plaster flag devils?"

"Of course."

"Grandpa's grandparents were killed by them?"

Seeing his father nodding, the little boy didn't say anything more, but puffed out his small mouth, pointed at the plaster flag in front of him, heard the conversation between the father and son, and just looked back at the old man, and spit it out. Then he turned his head and hugged his father's neck tightly, not looking at the devil with saliva on his face.

"Eight Grid ,......。"

Zhen Fan only understood this sentence, and he didn't want to know the rest of the content.

The devils who were listening to the explanation of the beautiful tour guide gathered around when they heard the sound, and immediately surrounded the family of three, and there was a lot of noise.

"The Japanese devils are beating people!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and when he heard it, Zhen Fan was so cool in his heart, he was thinking about finding a reason to teach the old devil who was disrespectful, and this time it was too timely.

Immediately stretched out his hand to pull away a few female devils who were gathered outside, squeezed in and grabbed the shoulders of the old devils who were still yelling at the father and son, and twisted the other party's body with force, and asked:

"Did you hit someone just now?"

"Yes, it's him, it's him."

Listening to the voice, it's still the one who "shouted the devil to beat people" just now. Zhen Fan thought to himself, he must thank that brother when he goes back.

"Let go, Chi Na Pig!"

Hearing this blunt Chinese sentence coming from beside him, Zhen Fan let go of the old devil, as a left-hander, he handed over the information bag in his left hand to his right hand, and his left hand was rounded, snapping, this slap used enough strength.

Of course, it wasn't the old devil who was spit on and didn't give up. Instead, he suddenly came out of the tour group members, a young devil in his early thirties, who opened his mouth and scolded.

Poof.

At the same time as a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, several "ding" sounds came from the concrete floor under his feet at the same time.

Zhen Fan's slap was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the scene suddenly became a pot of porridge.

All the devils no longer surrounded the family of three, but turned their target to Zhen Fan.

Xu was aroused by Zhen Fan's righteous action, and the descendants of the aborigines of the city who were ravaged by the devils back then swarmed up and surrounded the devils of more than 30 people.

The hands and feet of the inner citizens are naturally indispensable, and they can be heard just from the shouts of the besieged devils who are already frightened.

The scene was chaotic, but nothing bigger happened next, at most it was just pushing and shoving. In the end, when the patrol officers who heard the news arrived, more than 20 minutes had passed. The members of the tour group, who had become honest, suddenly shouted again.

After some questioning and mediation on the spot, half an hour later, Zhen Fan was just taken back to the police station to make a record, and it took more than an hour to do it, so that Zhen Fan completely missed the opportunity to go to Junhao Group for an interview.

"Young man, be cautious when you encounter such a thing in the future. Fortunately, you didn't take the initiative to cause trouble this time, so I won't deal with you. ”

"Got it, thank you, Uncle Police."

Because the policeman who made the transcript looked like he was in his early fifties, Zhen Fan called the other party like this.

"Looking at the contents of your information bag, it looks like you're going to an interview, is there a delay? Which company are you going to interview? Is it Junhao Group? ”

Since there is a brief introduction to the Junhao Group in the information bag, it is not surprising that the other party can guess.

"It's okay, there are a lot of places to use people, just look for it. If nothing else, Uncle Policeman, can I go? ”

"Oh, let's go. Pay more attention in the future and don't be impulsive. ”

After leaving the police station and wandering aimlessly on the street for a while, Zhen Fan simply took the car home.

"Junhao Group is obviously impossible, so just contact another employer after lunch."

Thinking about his thoughts, he looked up and came to the third floor, but suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in front of his door, Zhen Fan muttered:

"I went down the wrong hall, unexpectedly."

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"It's my dad back, that's right, this is it."

Mom, this old cat can't wait from the morning until now, right? Zhen Fan knew that Zhi Ruoyu would definitely do it. Listening to the tone, it seems that something is not quite right.

"Hehe, it's Brother Dazhi, I suddenly saw someone in front of the door, and the younger brother thought he was going through the wrong corridor."

Don't stop talking, looking at Zhi Ruoyu, who was standing in front of the door without saying a word, staring at him expressionlessly, that is, the old cat, Zhen Fan's heart never felt worried. According to past experience, if Zhi Ruoyu is furious, then it is like a thunderstorm in summer, although it comes violently, it will not pass quickly. If you don't say a word, then it's like cotton, not only is it extremely unpleasant, but I'm afraid it won't be finished in half a day.

Pretending to be calm, he took out the key and opened the door.

"Brother Dazhi, please,"

Just let the door open wide, and Zhen Fan, who walked into the room behind Zhi Ruoyu, continued:

"As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to do, you can't go to the Three Treasures Palace, is there something wrong with Brother Dazhi coming today? Why don't you call in advance? ”

Uh, it looks like the phone that was turned to silent at night forgot to turn it back.

"Brother Dazhi sit down for a while, and there is just a little dish here for the little brother."

Just as Zhen Fan turned around to go to the kitchen, the family of three who met in front of the Confucius Temple suddenly appeared at the open door.

"Brother Zhen Fan, will we bother you if we take the liberty to come?"

"No, no, big brother and sister-in-law, children, please come in."

Zhen Fan welcomes the visit of a family of three from the bottom of his heart. While enthusiastically inviting the three of them into the house, he was secretly happy in his heart: where would it disturb, it was obvious that the savior had arrived.

When he came to the room, the little boy had already come down from his father's arms, looked up at Zhen Fan, and said in a really immature and slightly excited voice:

"Uncle is so mighty."

"It's Xiaobao, how can my uncle have Xiaobao's might."

As he spoke, he deliberately puffed out his cheeks and made a gesture to spit. It made Xiaobao giggle.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, what are you?"

Seeing the things that the husband and wife were carrying, Zhen Fan was a little uneasy. Obviously, the other party found out his address from the police station, so he found it so quickly.

"Brother Zhen Fan, this is a little bit of Xiaobao's heart."

Zhen Fan saw that the man was carrying a box of yogurt, and the woman was carrying a Want Want gift bag, which was indeed a favorite food for children and adults.

"Come, come, big brother and sister-in-law, please take a seat."

"Brother Zhen Fan is welcome, who is this?"

"Oh, this is my classmate, Zhi Ruoyu, an outstanding college student who just graduated from Shimizu University. Haven't asked your eldest brother and sister-in-law for your surname? ”

"Dad's name is Zhou Chang, my mother's name is Min Rou, my name is Zhou Min, and my nickname is Xiaobao."

Xiaobao replied in a crisp child's voice before his parents.

At this time, Zhi Ruoyu also had to squeeze out a smile and stepped forward to greet the family of three.

"Brother Zhen Fan, it's really not a respect,"

As he spoke, he placed the gifts in his hands next to the coffee table.

"We are all to blame for this matter, and even the Zhen Fan brothers failed to participate in the application in time."

"Uncle, don't be afraid, when I go home, I'll ask grandpa to help my uncle find a better job."

"Uncle, thank you Xiaobao, no, thank you Zhou Min. Don't bother grandpa about this, uncle will find a good job. ”

"Hehe, this kid."

Min Rou reached out and stroked her son's head, and continued:

"Speaking of which, today's incident was really caused by Grandpa Xiaobao. When watching TV last night, Xiaobao's grandfather saw the anti-Japanese footage on TV and inadvertently mentioned that he was a survivor of the massacre, which immediately aroused Xiaobao's curiosity. So, I talked about the past in detail. As a result, I met that tour group when I went out in the morning. ”

"Brother Zhou, sister-in-law, sit down and talk, I'll make tea."

"Brother Zhen Fan, there's really no need to bother. Originally, I was off duty today to accompany Xiaobao to the hospital for a physical examination, but it was delayed in the morning, and I couldn't delay it in the afternoon. ”

"Xiaobao, what's wrong?"

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine, it's just a little malnutrition caused by picky eating, Xiaobao will change it in the future."

"Xiaobao is such a good boy."

stood and chatted for a few words, and finally Zhen Fan and Zhou Chang exchanged mobile phone numbers, and the family of three said goodbye and left.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Thankfully, the old cat finally spoke.

Although he didn't add oil and vinegar, Zhen Fan still used a little bit of the skill of telling a flat book.

When the story was finished, the old cat's indifferent face finally opened the sunrise, revealing a slightly sinister smile.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Zhen Fan sincerely pointed to a box of yogurt next to the coffee table, a gift bag.

"Okay, I'm hungry, go cook."