Hou Laohu turned around and waved his hand at the large circle of Hou family members outside the door: "It's all scattered, what are you doing here?!" There are no jobs left?! Ming'er doesn't have to go to the ground?! All go~ all go. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

A large number of Hou family members did not dare to compete with the famous stubborn temper of this clan, and after Hou Laohu's shouting and drinking, one or two dispersed. In the end, there was only one lame and blind old man left on the field, but he saw the old man glaring at Hou Laohu and said in a deep voice: "Tiger baby, I have no objection to you teaching Dasheng." Don't know how to fight, the doll has to be taught well. ”

"Third uncle, I know. You can rest assured. For this old man, Hou Laohu was extremely respectful. He bowed slightly to the old man and said in a deep voice, "I did do some of it just now." I'll talk to Dasheng in a moment. ”

This old man is the third old lady of the Hou family, who was once killed on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea. Since the old lady of the big house passed away, the old lady of the third room is the oldest in the entire Hou family. All along, what Hou Laohu does this old lady has always been supportive.

Just this time, the old man felt that Hou Laohu was a little rougher. So I reminded Hou Laohu that he responded extremely respectfully to the old man's words.

The old man nodded, turned around and waved his hand to Hou Laohu and left directly. Seeing the old man's back gradually disappear into the night, Hou Laohu walked back to the ancestral hall, slowly sat on a chair, and said in a deep voice to Hou Dasheng outside the door: "Come in, sit." ”

Hou Dasheng lowered his head and walked into the front hall obediently. Respectfully sat down at the bottom of Hou Laohu. saw Hou Laohu get up at this time, walked to the back pantry, and brought out another large tea jar after a while. Seeing this tea jar, Hou Dasheng's eyes suddenly turned a little red.

This is the tea jar that Hou Laohu gave him when he came back. He's been using it for years. On the tea jar, a bright red big thing is printed: self-defense and counterattack, defend the frontier. Victory memorial. Presented by the Central Condolence Group, March 1979.

On the other side of the tea jar, there is also a bright red imperial capital gate building.

Taking a sip of tea gently, Hou Dasheng lowered his head to prevent the mist in his eyes from being revealed. After Hou Laohu handed the teapot to Hou Dasheng, he sat back in his place. He held his teapot for a long time, but he didn't say a word. It wasn't until a long time later that he said to Hou Dasheng in a deep voice.

"Little monkey, your uncle doesn't really care what skills you learn outside. And what kind of technology. None of this matters, it really doesn't matter......" Hou Laohu's voice was very low, and there was an imperceptible concern in it. If Hou Dasheng raised his head at this time, he would see Hou Laohu, who no one else had ever seen.

At this time, Hou Laohu's face lines are still as hard as iron. But when he looked at Hou Dasheng's gaze, he exuded a warmth that outsiders had never seen.

"A person loses, not because he lost at one point. Not because he lost something. Bad luck and lost. Hou Laohu's warm eyes looked at Hou Dasheng and said in a deep voice: "He lost because he admitted defeat." If he feels that he has failed, then he is completely defeated. ”

After a pause, he saw Hou Laohu standing up. He poured himself a sip of tea, slowly filled the fire with a cigarette in his mouth, squinted at the tablets of those ancestors, and said softly: "The comrades-in-arms I took you to see have seen so much. But you didn't see anything, and to be honest I'm a little disappointed......"

"I'm not here to tell you any kind of crippled nonsense. I'm going to tell you one kind of hardness, one kind of ruthlessness. This is what a man should have, the hardness and ruthlessness that exist in his bones! If you have less hands, then use your wrists to make duck eggs marinated in yellow mud. Without my legs, I can still go to the sea to fish. ”

Hou Laohu looked at his nephew, his eyes burning like the noon sun: "They didn't compromise with life, they didn't admit defeat. No longer in the army, they are still living their lives. If you live, you won't admit defeat. Don't care what others think, do what you want to do. thinks it's right, and does what Qianfu points to. If you're wrong, you don't pretend to be awkward. Change what should be changed, and admit mistakes when you should admit mistakes. ”

"A man should live like a man, it's not that you have a string of bald stuff in your crotch, it's a man. That's! What is a man?! Even if you are prosperous and rich, you can't be fascinated by your eyes, even if you add knives and guns, bullets and bullets, you won't change your will! ”

Hou Laohu looked at Hou Dasheng and said slowly: "This is what the old saying is: mighty and unyielding, rich and unswerving." We all know the truth, but few can do it. ”

"But in my opinion, this is what a man should do and must do." Hou Laohu pressed his hands on the chair and said word by word: "The hardness that comes out of the bones, the kind that never compromises." It doesn't matter if it's normal in the eyes of others, whether it's a lame leg, a broken hand, or a blind eye, whether it's gold and silver all over the ground or poor pants, it can only wear rotten holes. It is still himself who lives out. This is a man! A real iron man!! ”

Hou Dasheng was silent, he lowered his head and his body trembled without saying a word. At this time, he realized that he was really naïve. Oh, yes! After some torture, the giant wolf praised himself a few words. Do you really think you're a tough guy?! Ask yourself, what is worse than those uncle's comrades-in-arms?!

Lowering his head, Hou Dasheng thought for a long time. He didn't know what was wrong with others, he felt the gap between himself and them, and the gap with Hou Laohu. This gap is extremely obvious, but he has not figured it out from the moment he discovered this problem until just now. Where is he and them?

When Hou Laohu said these words to him word by word, Hou Dasheng finally knew where the gap between himself and them was. When I heard the doctor dodge and tell himself that maybe he might spend his life in a wheelchair, the doctor told himself. The best outcome is only when the recovery is worse than the average person.

Hou Dasheng felt that he was already dead at that time. He was no longer the cook who used to be in the jackals, in the hordes of mercenaries. He is no longer the fierce man who can carry a gun, kill 3,000 enemies while talking and laughing, and thirsty for the blood of the enemy chieftain.

At that moment, Hou Dasheng really felt that he was dead. His breath was gone. As much as he tried to make it seem like he didn't care, everyone could see his weakness. He didn't cry, but he was sadder than crying. This kind of sadness that comes out of not crying is even more sad than what comes out of crying.

He chose self-exile and returned to China with his uncle. He had already seen himself like a walking corpse, just an empty shell. He will get married, he will have children. Maybe something else would be done, but he had spiritually banished himself completely.

But after returning to Huaxia, he followed Hou Laohu in a circle. He saw a lot and listened a lot. He was starting to be a little moved, and the people seemed to be in a similar situation to him. Even a lot, worse than his. Hou Dasheng himself knows that it is an insult to describe them as disabled.

Their looks, their gestures. They were silent, making it impossible to look down at them. The respect for the people around them is completely from the heart. Hou Dasheng has asked himself many times, where is the gap between himself and them?!

Today, Hou Laohu's words have his questions answered. The gap between myself and them lies in that breath. That uncompromising force, sticking to itself even to death. Even if his body is crippled, he still lives his own ruthlessness.

In their bodies, in their bones. Even their gestures, every breath inside. All with this pride that comes from the heart and comes from the soul. That's not arrogance, that's arrogance. Uncompromising on oneself, on one's fate, on oneself what is right.

I wanted to fish, so I went fishing. Because that's what I want, and it's not because I want to make a lot of money from it. It's because I want to do it. They thought, "I can't fish without my legs." That's their opinion, what does it have to do with me?!

This kind of pride seeps out of the bones and souls. is the biggest difference between them and themselves. (To be continued.) )