Li Su sighed and ate noodles obediently. The conversation between Uesugi and Ange is a story between elders, and he is really not suitable for meddlers, and being an audience member is obviously a better choice.

Ange drank the noodle soup unhurriedly, but with every sentence he put the dagger across his neck, and Shangshanyue just blindly retreated with a bitter face, obviously feeling that it was really unwise not to kick Ange out in the first place.

But none of this has anything to do with him, listening to the chatter of the two old men, the noodles are slowly finished. He was a little reluctant to give up this bowl of pork bone noodle soup with a rich aroma, so he simply picked up the bowl and drank it in a big gulp. The higher and higher the soup bowl gradually obscured the sight, but the conversation between the two old men still reached the ears.

"I'm a ramen chef, what about the affairs of the Sopranoya Supreme family? Destroy it, destroy it, anyway, I don't like those guys, otherwise how could I have escaped from the big guys back then? ”

"Think about it." Ange was also scooping the soup with a wooden spoon, but much more than Lisus.

Shang Binyue hummed a little song to wash the dishes, and the bone broth was burned on a low fire to make a gurgling sound. Ange also began to hum songs, Uesugi Yue hummed the Japanese folk song "Dragnet Minor", and Ange hummed the British national anthem "God Bless My King". After drinking the soup, Li Su gently placed the noodle bowl on the wooden table, put his chopsticks horizontally on the soup bowl and whispered, "I'm full", and reached out to take a paper towel to wipe his mouth. After wiping his mouth, he looked left and right, looked at the two competing old men, thought about it, and hummed "Fishing Boat Singing Night".

The rain crackled on the shed. Five minutes passed, and with a "bang" Uesugi threw the bowl into the water, slapped his head with his soaked hands, and looked up at the sky in anger. Ange was still eating the side dishes slowly, and Li Su continued to raise his head and began to hum a second time.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Uesugi slammed his hands on the board, "Say it!" Why are my descendants messing with your old man? ”

"Are the boiled eggs fresh? Cut one for me. Ange shook his glass, "I want sake too." ”

"You, you, you...... You're a fucking old bastard! Ever since I knew you, my life is all over! When I die, I must put up a monument on my grave and write 'Ange and dogs are not allowed to worship', so that I will not turn over in anger in the coffin!" Uesugi snorted and touched the braised egg, "There is no sake, only shochu!" Served on ice or hot? ”

"You hate me, you hate me, don't get the dog involved. Drink warm. Ange smiled.

"Dropped" the braised eggs and warm soju to Ange, and Uesugi took a plate of cold kelp shreds and a pot of soju in front of Li Su: "Adults talk about things, children should be quiet!" ”

"Oh." Li Su picked up the chopsticks on the soup bowl and ate the side dishes silently, and Uesugi took the soup bowl and put it into the pool, and continued to chat with Ange. Li Su picked up a piece of kelp silk and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, supported his cheek with one hand, and silently watched Ange tell Uesugi that the god had broken free, and the dignified Uesugi slowly told what he had seen in the ancient books. Uesugi is a good storyteller, and there is a detachment in his old, firm voice, but it is the story that makes the audience more memorable.

After the story was told, Uesugi Yue threw out a bombshell of "God is in Tokyo", which shook Ange's hands and made him unstable. In the process of listening to the story, Li Su had already finished eating the side dishes, and before he could speak, Uesugi Yue cut a braised egg and slapped it in front of him and waved his hand to signal not to bother. Li Su was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and continued to eat braised eggs.

"You can be a Chinese-French hybrid guy, and you can't produce a new super hybrid family?" Ange looked down at the clear liquor in the small glass.

"Okay, okay, if I don't make it clear to you, you'll come back to me, people like you are endless." Uesugi sighed, "But you have to make sure that you forget about this story after you hear it, and don't mention it to anyone." ”

Every time Uesugi told the story, it was like a stab in his own heart, but he still tried to tell it as smoothly as possible. When he finally mentioned his mother's death, he still didn't restrain himself, and his hand holding chopsticks seemed to be holding a knife.

"Okay, okay, don't spoil the practice." Ange snatched the chopsticks from his hand and handed the wine glass.

"Yes, the Nanjing Massacre." Li Su gently put down the wine glass.

"I'm sorry about that." Uesugi glanced up at Li Su and bowed slowly. "But now I have nothing to compensate for."

"Compensate for what?" Li Su waved his hand and poured himself another glass.

"It seems that you advocate forgetting the faction and don't want revenge?" Shangshanyue took the empty bottle and replaced him with a full bottle of soju.

"I'm not ready for revenge, but I don't want to forget. You beasts are one thing, and there is also a reason why we are too weak. Li Su poured himself another glass.

"I've always thought that 'weakness is a sin' is a secondary disease that is unique to us Japanese?" Uesugi looked at Li Su with some surprise.

"Do you still count on the mercy of your opponent?" Li Su looked at the soju in the cup and remembered that disastrous day, and could only smile bitterly.

"Then why not forget?" Uesugi asked. "Remembering this kind of stuff can only bring pain."

"Didn't you forget your mother?"

"It's different." Uesugi shook his head slowly. "It's the last thing I've ever had, and if I forget it, there's nothing, unlike you."

"There's a reason for that." Li Su drank all the soju in the cup. "Do you know what the so-called Chinese people were like during that time?"

"Got a little bit of it." Uesugi nodded. "I've seen the French version of Camel Xiangzi." When the title of the book was spoken, Uesugi changed to Chinese, which sounded a little awkward.

"At that time, the so-called Chinese were like that, the nation, righteousness, feelings, or anything were not touched, and they were able to sell Yang Jingyu's goods for a dozen yuan by living out the foolish people of Europe before World War I."

"Yang Jingyu?" Uesugi didn't understand who it was.

"The anti-Japanese hero, even if he can only eat cotton wool to satisfy his hunger, and his subordinates have betrayed him, he still resists the Japanese alone, but in the end he is betrayed by the people and subordinates he has been protecting." Li Su drank the wine in his toast and looked at the slightly boiling soup pot in a daze. "I still remember his last words: 'Fellow countryman, we Chinese have surrendered, is there still China?' ”

"Oh." Uesugi said he understood, and motioned for Li Su to continue.

"The anti-Japanese resistance of the whole people that we talked about later was just to give them land, so that they could taste the real sweetness. There is no short-sightedness, subjective initiative or anything. They are the ones who give a piece of land to whom they can give their lives, and they don't mind if it's their compatriots or the people who slaughtered them. If you Japanese soldiers weren't so stupid, the lower-level soldiers kept going alone, the higher-level officers kept recognizing, and obediently followed the plan of the three heroes of the Restoration, and gnawed at the three eastern provinces with peace of mind, and invaded China again in the 50s, then it is estimated that the three eastern provinces would really not come back. Fortunately, your people are also stupid, and after the defeat in World War II, they actually wept and kowtowed to the Imperial Palace, saying that they did not try to disgrace the Emperor, and that they did not care who tortured them to the point of being inhuman. ”

"At that time, the Japanese people believed that the emperor was a real god." Uesugi propped himself up on the chopping board, as if he remembered something, and his eyes wandered.

"Anyway, to be honest, I don't have any deep circumstances about those people dying in Nanjing, I just think your behavior is too inferior." Li Su pushed the glass back along the small table, signaling that the wine was enough.

"But today is different." Obviously he didn't continue drinking, but Li Su seemed to be drunk and saw some beautiful hallucination, and the corners of his mouth actually hooked up a smile: "We are different today." We have built thousands of great cities, and the cities have not only inhabited the nobles but also the common people; We are building a high-speed railway that can cross the entire country in half a day; We are implementing a nine-year compulsory education system, and more and more children can go to school and read and write, so that official positions are not only transferred among the gentry; We are free from opium, and the new generation is not taking marijuana for granted; We are getting more and more able to straighten our backs, and every time we talk about it, we will no longer be the only martial arts and the four great inventions. Even though we still have ugly places, we will not give up. China is a beautiful place. ”

"So what I won't forget is fear." Li Su sighed deeply, "Every time I think about it, if we encounter this kind of tragedy again today, my scalp will be numb. So I don't forget, only then will it not happen again. ”

"So you want everyone to be on your side? Not betraying you? ”

"You don't have to be on my side, but be sensible." Li Su glanced at Uesugi Yue. "Brainless Black and Brainless Blowing are the same as those Japanese who kneel in front of the Imperial Palace. After all, there are too many of us, and it is inevitable that there will be a few fools. ”

"But without the original Chinese, there would be no you today, right? Are you ready to forget your ancestors? ”

"I haven't seen anyone holding on to a steam engine now. It is not those Chinese who make me what I am now, but those Chinese who stand up, without them, the Chinese people would have been scum long ago. Are there few such examples in history? In the distance, there are other lost three ancient civilizations, and in the near distance, there is Nokia that is ready to have another wave of functional machine leeks. Of course, for the shareholders who decide the direction of Nokia, it doesn't matter whether Nokia dies or not, as long as it can make money. ”

I don't know how long it took, Ange tapped the rim of the cup lightly with his chopsticks: "We're just here to eat noodles, Li Su." ”

This soft sound woke up the two men who were in an argument, and they realized that they were holding their hands on the wooden table at some point, like a bull ready to rush at any moment.

Li Su slowly sat back. After a moment of silence, he pressed a 10,000 yuan bill under the soup bowl, turned around and said, "The noodles are delicious", opened the black umbrella and left alone.

The rain was pouring down.