The University of Malaya was as distinct as this society in the afternoon, with brown-skinned Malays on one side, laughing or making loud noises, and on the other side were a much more reserved Chinese, who seemed much more silent but equally vibrant.

Lim Xuehong is a member of the Chinese team, he was born in Perak, his father was a local councillor, and he can be regarded as a superior background. But even if he is a "high-class child", he is still a second-class citizen in Malaysia. When he was admitted to the University of Malaya, his grades were a few streets away from many Malay classmates, but because of the fixed system, most of the places were reserved for his Malay classmates whose grades were far inferior to him, and he wanted to study engineering, but he was assigned to the Department of Architecture.

Even so, Lin Xuehong is used to it. He and his Chinese friends sometimes say in a way of spiritual victory: "The Malays are stupid, let them be a little bit." But the unhappiness in my heart was still there.

"Hong Zai, Bao's family bought a Chinese-made home computer, and it is said that there are a lot of games on it, let's go play together!" The classmates warmly invited him.

Lin Xuehong, who has just become an adult, is still still childish, and things like computer games are still very attractive to him, but he has other things, saying: "Is there a computer made in China?" I will definitely take a look if I have the chance, but I will go to Uncle Liang's next time. ”

Waving goodbye to a few classmates, Lin Xuehong walked along a not very spacious street with his schoolbag on his back, still thinking about Bao's Chinese-made computer. Undoubtedly, as a college student, he understands what a computer is, but it was difficult to associate such a high-tech product with a word like China before. Lin Xuehong has a vague concept of China, knowing that it is where his ancestors came from, and there are hundreds of millions of Chinese of the same race as himself, who speak Chinese and write square characters, and have the same culture.

When I was a child, I always felt that there were heroes everywhere in China who could fly off the wall, such as Huo Yuanjia and Chen Zhen who were heroic and unyielding national heroes in the chaos. Growing up, the impression may be that all Chinese should look like Sun Yat-sen, at least wear Zhongshan clothes. Later, when he was older, he knew that it was a place ruled by an authoritarian CPC, but he didn't know anything about how people lived.

A few years ago, Malaysia cracked down on the MCP everywhere, so Lin Xuehong generally felt that CPC should not be a particularly good existence. However, Lin Xuehong also has another hobby, that is, he has been a military fan since he was a child.

The messy and damp streets are flanked by different scenes, even the shops on the opposite side are selling snacks, and on one side are Malay food stalls, which are all Malays, very few women, and some are tightly wrapped. On the other side is a Chinese food stall, the fragrance of the snack wears farther away, probably related to Chinese cooking, and the people sitting are also Chinese. The diners on both sides are probably wearing sandals, slippers or bare feet.

I don't know what to do, but today I always feel that the Malays sitting on the other side of the road are not kind to the eyes of the Chinese shops. Lim didn't think much of it, because he felt that it was quite rare for Malays to be friendly to Chinese.

Walking through here is his destination, a middle-aged man named Uncle Liang has been selling books and newspapers on this street corner since Lin Xuehong can remember, perhaps related to the fact that he sells Chinese newspapers such as "Nanyang Commercial Daily", and most of the people who come here are Chinese. There are also some interesting comic books and villain books for sale, most of which are from Hong Kong.

Lin Xuehong said hello to Uncle Liang, Uncle Liang smiled at him, pointed to a bunch of magazines on the bamboo stall and said, "There are new things, but they are all in foreign language, and I can't understand them." ”

In Malaysia, many people like Uncle Liang are older and have a higher status, and many may speak several dialects such as Cantonese, Hokkien, and Hakka, but they can't speak English and Malay. Lin Xuehong himself is also a rough Malay, and the classes in school are also English.

These are military magazines and atlases in English, and there are not many such things in this era, let alone any timeliness. However, Lin Xuehong still found a thick copy of "Jane's Ship Appreciation: Ring of the Pacific Military Exercise" (this thing does not exist, and the white face made it up himself) in the middle of this pile of magazines. The cover of this magazine is a mighty and glamorous destroyer in snow-white livery, with a slender, streamlined hull that looks much simpler and crisper than the chaotic superstructure of warships of the era. What is even more eye-catching is that there is a five-star red flag hanging on the top of the mast.

The footnote reads in English: "ChineseType052AStealthDestoryer" (Chinese 052A stealth destroyer)

Lin Xuehong was deeply attracted by this beautiful and powerful warship, and when he opened this magazine, he saw a special introduction to this destroyer, with the subtitle: "Artemis with a longbow in his hand, a determined and elegant sea dancer." (Artemis is the goddess of the moon and the hunt in Greek mythology, ahem, this is the prototype of the Night Elf faith)

It wasn't the first time he had seen a picture of the destroyer, but this one was the most and clearest, and the magazine was so expensive that he felt embarrassed to have a scholarship of one-tenth of his Malay classmates. But he gritted his teeth and decided to buy the magazine anyway.

Because this magazine contains not only this destroyer like a moon goddess, but also a Chinese frigate with the same livery as him, a miraculous AIP submarine that is said to have severely damaged American aircraft carriers and several destroyers of various countries. Lin Xuehong was fascinated by these naval equipment, especially since they came from a country where they were all Chinese, and the closeness was something he had never experienced before.

"The people who can build such beautiful warships shouldn't be bad people, right?" Lin Xuehong thought in his heart.

After paying the money, Uncle Liang grabbed Lin Xuehong's arm and said with a flickering expression: "Go back to the dormitory early today, the atmosphere doesn't feel very peaceful, and the Malay monkeys don't look at us right today." ”

"What the hell is wrong, Uncle Liang?" Lin Xuehong asked puzzled.

Uncle Liang took out a copy of today's evening newspaper from the window, handed it to Lin Xuehong and said, "The idiot Malay monkey has caused trouble by himself." They wanted to seize islands and reefs in the South China Sea that no one could plant, but the communist Chinese people in the north first took a fancy to them, and then they wanted to occupy them, but they were driven back, and the big navy didn't even have the courage to shoot and fire, so they came back in such a gray way, and people stabbed in the newspapers. Although this matter has nothing to do with us, but the Malay monkeys do not distinguish between us MCA and Chinese, in case of any turmoil, it will be a loss. I'm going to close my business early today, and it's not wrong to be careful. ”

Lin Xuehong is highly educated, so he has naturally heard the news that the coast of the South China Sea is rich in oil, and knows the economic value of it. When he heard that China had seized the offshore islands and reefs and blocked the Royal Malaysian Navy, he intuitively felt a little angry, it should be Malaysian waters, whether it is fish or oil, it should be Malaysian's thing.

But he turned his head and thought that even if the catch and oil were from Malaysia, what did it have to do with him? Will the Malaysian government allow them Chinese to get these benefits? If it is really a big oil field, according to the solid system, it must be the Malays who will benefit the most. They have gained more benefits and the economic situation has improved, will they oppress the Chinese in Malaysia even more in the future?

For a while, Lin Xuehong had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he didn't know the nine-dash line of the road, he didn't know the history of the opening of the map of the road, he only knew that the sea area of the road was eight or nine hundred kilometers away from China, and less than a hundred kilometers away from the coast of East Malaysia, no matter how you look at it, it should belong to Malaysia. But looking back, I saw that the Chinese of my compatriots had bullied the usually invincible Malays, and I felt happy in my heart.

"It's really complicated." Lin Xuehong himself sighed that he felt that this was a big matter in national politics and had nothing to do with them as ordinary people. This is also a common characteristic of ordinary Malaysian Chinese, who lack interest in politics and like to go to school and do business, but few of them are engaged in politics.

Even though Lim Xuehong's father is a local councillor in Perak, this little politician still keeps telling his son to study hard and go to Singapore, Hong Kong, Taiwan in the future, and in short, not to stay in Malaysia.

Remembering Uncle Liang's advice, Lin Xuehong packed up the cherished magazines and walked quickly away from the crowded streets. It's just that he hadn't walked for three or four hundred meters when he suddenly heard a loud commotion in the distance behind him.

He subconsciously looked back and found that a group of Malays had gathered in the road, armed with sticks, bricks, and even axes and machetes, had crossed the line and rushed towards the Chinese shop.

Lin Xuehong was immediately stunned, in the confusion, he saw that Uncle Liang, who was originally closing the stall, was kicked down by two Malays, and a skinny guy took off a gold ring from his hand, Uncle Liang wanted to take it back, but was hit on the head with a wooden stick by another person, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Lin Xuehong was still young when he was on May 13 and had no concept of those things. But family and friends always took the trouble to tell the children how bloody and horrific the riots were, and whose relatives were hacked to death by the Malays, shot to death by the police, or taken to prison and tortured to death. As a result, children have a natural fear of words like riots and riots.

Lin Xuehong, a young man who is usually very assertive and courageous, was stunned there at this time, unable to move.

"Lin, what are you doing, hide quickly!" A crisp English female voice woke up the Chinese teenager, and he looked back to see that it was Azri, a Malay female classmate who was a head shorter than him.

This Muslim girl, who is usually very different, wrapped a thick gauze cloth around Lin Xuehong's head at this time, and quickly pulled him to her home on the side of the road.

"Mom, there are thugs everywhere outside, let my classmates hide for a while!"