Pro(1)

"Dear Vera!"

When Mr. Shen accompanied me out of the police station and back to the camp's wooden house area, the neighbor's aunt next door enthusiastically appeared on the wall.

She gave me a warm hug through the short wall, and she kissed me on both cheeks as if I were her dear daughter.

She said to me at a very fast pace, with a fluttering brow: "Verolishka, my dear, you are so brave! You have no idea what a great thing you have done! You've got this scourge out for us! You see, it's a bowl of dumplings, and we've all made it for you. You must take our heart and eat them all cleanly! ”

I couldn't understand what she was saying at all, and could only smile awkwardly, inexplicably bearing her obvious enthusiasm.

She brought a bowl of boiled dumplings from the other side of the wall and handed it steamingly. She said to Mr. Shen that I must have been starving after so long in the police station.

She said to me with a spring breeze on her face, "Eat it hot, the soup has a lot of minced onions and diced tomatoes, it tastes good!" ”

Speaking of which, I was really a little hungry, so I didn't be polite to her anymore, served the dumplings first, and snorted and ate them.

While I was eating the dumplings, the neighbor's aunt looked at me with a very satisfied look and continued to wave her hands and talk to Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen later told me that the Caucasian hunter I had scared away had been hunting in the town for the past few years, and had stayed at the house of the neighbor's aunt's own sister. He was brutal and murderous, and it had happened many times before that he shot and hunted in the no-go area and deliberately blackmailed the locals and other tourists who were left behind. He was not welcomed by the townspeople, but he was generous in his money, and gave considerable money for room and board, and some of them were willing to endure his bad attitude for the sake of his windfall. The aunt said that when he lived at his sister's house, he used to wipe his muddy and sewage shoes with clean sheets, and every time he left the room, the room was always in chaos as if it had been robbed, he did not allow his sister's family to serve a meal until he returned, he spat at the borscht that he thought was not in good taste, he mocked his aunt's sister as fat as a sow in the pen, he lost his temper and broke the dishes in the kitchen, and he even shot the townman's guard dog who barked at him.

The neighbor's aunt said that because he was vicious and barbaric, and he was not bad for money, he had really bullied a lot of people in the town over the years, and many tourists were blackmailed by him for money, and they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. The police station received several calls from tourists and townspeople to take notes, but in the end he was not punished much, and each time he was released after paying a large fine.

The aunt said that this guy is like a plague god in the town, as long as he comes to hunt, everyone in the town will avoid him.

I heard that this guy's father is a famous oil tycoon, who is not only worth a lot of money, but also has a lot of influence in the political arena.

Even the high-ranking officials of the current government had to act according to his father's eyes.

The neighbor's aunt waved her fleshy arm and said to me, "Someone should have come out and taught him a lesson like this!" Verorica, you've done what we've all wanted to do for a long time, and you're such a wonderful girl! ”

The neighbor's aunt mentioned to Mr. Shen a Hollywood cartoon "Mulan", what she meant was that Chinese women are very powerful, everyone is Mulan, and I am China's Mulan!

After Mr. Shen finished translating concisely, he stood there looking at me and laughing.

Only then did I remember that Mr. Shen had been accompanying me around the police station, and I should be hungry at this time.

So, I said embarrassedly: "Dumplings, one more point, do you want to taste two ....."

(b)

Although this matter seems to be quite a big trouble, in the end, it is a big deal and a small matter.

The first is that neither side hurt each other. Although the other party lost a valuable shotgun, he pointed the gun at me in my yard and made several threats to shoot before he was hit. So the police didn't think he deserved to be financially compensated.

But he misunderstood me because the grouse flew away, and neither side could prove whether their views were true or not, so they had to compromise and deal with it, neither pursuing his vexatious trouble, nor holding me accountable for excessive defense.

The police fined him $50 for his improper use of a shotgun hunting in a residential area and the same $50 for my improper use of a shotgun in a residential area that damaged the property of other citizens.

This hunting season, both of us are forbidden to use shotguns in the town. Mr. Shen vouched for me to ban firearms and gave the gun to the police for storage until the winter freezing season.

The police asked us to sign the transcript and the punishment decision, and then they took Mr. Shen's filial piety and a box of vodka, and blasted out all of us who had been causing trouble in the town.

The chief of police apparently remembers the Lanling King incident that happened last year.

As I signed, he stared into my face and asked, "Vera (I don't know when that name became a household name in town), is that grouse your pet too?" Is it called Genghis Khan? ”

I replied with a dry smile, "What a good name." ”

After leaving the police station, the white hunter and I met again in front of the police station. I glared at him.

Under my gaze, he quickly lowered his gaze, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and walked down the path beside him, and soon disappeared from our view.

Mr. Shen said, "He's afraid of you, dear Verorica, you have now become the famous dominatrix in our town. ”

I glared at him and said, "I'm going to change it to a signed dominatrix for the next book." ”

Soon after we returned from the police station, we heard that the white hunter had packed up and left town.

Neighbors talked about it in the bar, and some said that they saw him jumping into a delivery truck bound for the city with his bag on his back, and constantly looking back as he ran, as if he was afraid that someone would chase him after him.

The neighbor's aunt said excitedly: "You frightened him, Verolishka, he won't dare to come back in the future!" ”

As it turned out, her prophecy was right. The guy hasn't been to Winter Lake again.

(c)

After the shooting, I became a respected lady at the camp.

Many people would take off their hats and greet me when they saw me coming, and some would even hand me a wildflower.

Mr. Shen said that this is a nation that surrenders to power.

They respect those who are powerful—and only those who are powerful.

Mr. Shen said, "You seem to have won their respect." ”

But, as I know for myself, this act is not called powerful.

I said to Mr. Shen: "The real power is not to make this kind of person afraid, but to help this kind of person become better." ”

After Mr. Shen heard this, he said, "Because of this sentence just now, you have now won my personal respect. ”