Chapter XXVII

Driving all the way towards Badaling, Fei Li leaned on Yi Chen and asked Fatadio with great interest: "I have also heard of how great the Great Wall is, is it really a huge building, how high, a hundred meters, two hundred meters?"

Fatadio deliberately sold off: "Haha, you will know when you see it." Yi, there is a very great man in China who said: 'If you don't go to the Great Wall, you are not a hero.' In other words, if a person has never been to the Great Wall in his life, then he cannot be regarded as a good man among the real Chinese. Fatadio added a footnote 'among the Chinese', and Yi Chen smiled silently.

The group drove four new Audi models with special license plates, and Fatadio was afraid of encountering something like Long Fei again, so he simply brought five more Siberian bear-like bodyguards with him. Accompanying them was a small secretary of the Foreign Economic Cooperation Commission, who seemed to have just joined the work and had no experience, but he and Jester had a temper, and the two were talking about a heavy metal band in the car behind.

Sally, who even Yi Chen couldn't see through, still followed Jester silently, and her two godless eyes looked at the happy crowd flashing outside the window, full of pride and confidence.

There was nothing to say all the way, and the drivers of the four cars were reluctant to go up, so they parked the car and went to have fun by themselves. Fatadio and Yi Chen led a group of more than a dozen people and slowly walked towards the entrance.

Yi Chen stopped suddenly, he hadn't paid attention to it just now, he had always thought that the so-called Great Wall was something similar to a medieval castle in Europe, at most it was just a little bigger, but when he saw the golden dragon that broke through the clouds and fog between the mountains, he didn't know why, Yi Chen almost fell to his knees and cried.

Jester stood there and muttered, "Damn God, what the fuck is this? Could this be a building built by man?" he grabbed the little secretary beside him with one hand and asked him, "What is the length of this wall?" God, this is spectacular. ”

The little secretary's surname is Zhao, and he said proudly: "The Great Wall, known as Wanli, is naturally ten thousand miles long, that is, more than 6,000 kilometers. ”

Jester rolled her eyes, and Fei Li exclaimed and asked Secretary Zhao, "When was it built?"

Secretary Zhao was even more proud, and said with a smile: "I don't know the oldest, but it's at least more than 2,000 years old." ”

Yi Chen didn't bother to say anything to them for a long time, and pulled Fatadio to rush to the city wall, and Fatadio was so tired that he almost gasped to death. Yi Chen gently stroked the huge masonry and whispered, "This is the Great Wall, right?"

The long wind blew, Yi Chen's long hair flew, and looking at the vast land in the north, a sad and simple desolate feeling arose.

Fatadio was also fascinated, and whispered: "Dad said that Chinese is the greatest nation in the world, and this can't be wrong, Dad has never missed it...... The Great Wall, O God, to drag such huge stones in the midst of lofty mountains to build such a magnificent wall, O terrible people. ”

Yi Chen's True Yuan Power radiated outward slightly, and his forehead was cold, and a force that was ten thousand times more powerful than his own star power rushed in. Some vague pictures flashed by in general, and some vague sounds flashed by like lightning, but that kind of heroic momentum, the kind that has long faded with the passage of time, but is still deeply imprinted in this space, the majesty of fighting to the death for the country and the nation, deeply touched Yi Chen's heart.

The heart-wrenching grievances and pain when he was expelled from the school, the labor of struggling to survive in a desperate situation in England, the touching of reuniting with his brothers and uncles, and the duckweed-like desolation that has no sense of identity with his own nation for several years are intertwined, and Yi Chen quietly appreciates these tragic breaths left on the Great Wall.

Two tears slipped silently, and then were quietly evaporated by Yi Chen's true yuan power, the Great Wall seemed to be a real dragon, and the breath left by these warriors who fought near it was its soul. Yi Chen and the soul of the Great Wall communicated silently, as if he was communicating with his father and brother the deepest part of his heart, the most sacred and unblasphemous feelings at the bottom of his bloodline.

Yi Chen whispered to himself: "Are you proud? One thing, what is the rest? Maybe I can understand why Old Man Huang and the others still miss their motherland after living in London for so long...... It turns out that I have obtained British citizenship, but in my bones, I am still not British, I have another name......"

Secretary Zhao took Fei Li and Jester around to take pictures, Yi Chen and Fatadio walked up the city wall leisurely, and Phil, Gore and several of Fatadio's bodyguards kept a short distance, just enough to take care of Yi Chen and them, and they could take care of Fei Li's side, and at the same time, they would not disturb the interest of both parties. Phil and the other four were very wise not to follow Yi Chen closely at this moment.

Fatadio exaggeratedly spread his hand to the wind and said: "Yi, how do you feel?" I just saw you crying, aha, many overseas Chinese, when they saw this big guy after returning to China, they were almost the same as you. ”

Yi Chen smiled and said: "I feel very relaxed now, I have always been unsure of what kind of person I am, what I want to do, I am very confused about the past and the future...... Now, although I still can't figure out what I want to do, at least, I know who I am, at least I know that the depths of my soul have long been decided, I have always been a Chinese. I don't know much about Chinese history, but it's something that can be remediated, isn't it?"

Untied the knot in the heart of Heshimen, and in such a bright sunshine, he saw such a majestic and great building, Yi Chen's mind was extremely open-minded, and many problems that he had not thought clearly about before were solved as if a hot knife cut butter.

Fatadio nodded again and again: "Yes, Yi, you really should know more about the deeds of your ancestors, at the very least, you have to know what kind of heroes there were in China...... It's like we Russia, Aha, Peter the Great, Queen Catherina, and the great Lenin, they are all our pride. ”

Yi Chen deliberately teased him: "Aha, dear Fatadio, then, if you had to choose between great China and dear Russia, which side would you choose?"

Fatadio thought for a moment, nodded and said: "China and Russia are both great countries, maybe in history and now, we Russia is not as good as China, but, just like China is your motherland, Russia is my motherland, no matter how bad it is, how broken it is, I still love my own country...... I admire Chinese culture, but I love my own country even more. Isn't it?"

Yi Chen laughed, laughed happily, patted Fatadio on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Russia is your motherland, and China is my motherland...... China...... I'm starting to like the name. ”

The two of them giggled and walked along the city wall with great enthusiasm, and Fatadio said with great interest: "Yi, let's see if we can climb the high beacon tower in front of us, look at the scenery from above, and imagine the scene of millions of majestic troops riding horses back and forth to slash and kill, what a wonderful thing it is...... I have always regretted why I was not born during the war years, and now, I can only comfort myself in my imagination. ”

Yi Chen smiled, and there was a commotion behind him, mixed with the devil's words of 'wow, wow, wow, wow', that Fatadio could understand, and Yi Chen was no stranger to.

A beautiful girl in her early twenties wearing a goose yellow skirt walked over with a small yellow flag in her hand, followed by more than a dozen middle-aged or elderly people in suits and leather shoes, pointing and talking non-stop. It seems to be a tour group of people, and the chick in front is the tour guide.

Fatadio frowned slightly, and said softly, "Let's go, these are me, damn it." It seems that the Russo-Russian war left a deep impression on Fatadio's mind.

Yi Chen nodded, beckoned Phil and them, who were more than ten meters away, ready to continue climbing.

There was an uproar, and all the tourists from the surrounding countries screamed softly. An old man took off his black trench coat covered outside, took a yellow hat with two pieces of cloth floating behind him, and put it on, plus the military uniform he was wearing, it was the dress of the old imperial army in World War II, a group of people applauded and stomped their feet and shouted loudly, and the tour guide raised the camera with a smile and shot at the old man.

Fatadio took a long breath and glanced at Yi Chen a little worriedly, lest Yi Chen suddenly go berserk. Yi Chen frowned and asked Fatadio, "What's the matter?" ”

Fattadio said quickly, "It's nothing, well, maybe this old man is wearing very chic clothes." ”

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, who seemed to be visiting the Great Wall during the summer vacation, walked towards the female guide who was taking pictures, and a girl stopped her camera and said in not very proficient English: "I'm sorry, please don't continue to take pictures." ”

The female tour guide put down the camera in her hand, and asked in standard Mandarin, "Why can't you take pictures?"

Those who were laughing wildly restrained their smiles and gradually gathered together. The old man in military uniform roared in a half-baked Chinese: "Miss, why don't you continue to take pictures? I want to relive the majesty of the Imperial Army of the Great Yue Empire and continue to take pictures...... When our army broke the Shanhai Pass, we also used to take pictures. ”

Several male students walked up to the old man, and one of the first students who was a little powerful suppressed his anger and said to the old man: "I'm sorry, this is the Great Wall, it seems that you are wearing such clothes to take pictures, it is too disrespectful to us." ”

The surrounding tourists gradually gathered, and some of the more excited Chinese youths were already rolling up their sleeves in the crowd, while several old men who were trembling with anger stood in the crowd, their crutches hitting the ground fiercely, and shouting loudly: "Hit, beat, beat these dogs." ”

Yi Chen glanced at Fatadio strangely, and said a little unpleasantly: "Fatadio, dear Fatadio, is there nothing wrong with this?"

Fatadio smiled bitterly and muttered in his heart: "Oh my God, China Yi, what kind of person are you? Don't you even know about China's eight-year war? How do you tell me to explain it?"

At this time, I don't know what to say, the female tour guide shouted sharply: "Ah, people pay money, of course our travel agency has to provide the best service, people just take two photos, you will raise to the height of what national feelings, cut, no wonder you people are angry young people." Raising the camera, he pushed the schoolgirl away, and made a gesture to continue taking pictures.

A young man burst out of the crowd, slammed the camera to the ground with a hard slap, and cursed in Mandarin mixed with southern dialects: "Fuck you, bitch, you're a fucking born slut." ”

One of them rushed over and pushed the young man on the chest with one hand, so the emotions of both sides were out of control, and a group of people scuffled on the Great Wall, and the female tour guide stood next to him and shouted in panic: "Mr. Yamajing, you are careful of your body, what is there to do with this group of people?"

The foreign tourists around dodged one after another, looking at the female guide with strange eyes. Other nearby Chinese shouted, "Come on, come on, come on...... Beat the puppy to death. "From time to time, there are cold punches and flying legs that come out of the crowd.

Yi Chen asked indifferently, "Tell me why, dear Fattadio, what's the matter with that military uniform? ”

Fatadio spread his hands and said helplessly: "Ok, dear Yi, about sixty years ago, when Ben invaded China, he killed about 30 million Chinese...... Among them, in Nanjing, a massacre killed 300,000 Chinese. In the northeast, the Chinese were used to experiment with biological and chemical weapons. China and Kazumoto have actually hated each other all the time, so when I was in London, I was surprised that you were working with the Yamaguchi-gumi. You must know that in China, even if it is a gangster, it is rare to have contact with Yue himself. ”

Yi Chen didn't react: "Thirty million?"

Fatadio simply said: "There were 30 million casualties, civilians, almost one-tenth of the total population of China at that time." And now, I am still clamoring for the reoccupation of China, and I have always wondered, could it be that you grew up in a fairyland like Shangri-La? Otherwise, it is impossible for a Chinese, even a traitorous Chinese like that tour guide, not to know that part of China's history...... The most tragic period in Chinese history. ”

The fighting crowd gradually divided into superior and inferior, and the old man's subordinates, there were a few good martial arts practitioners as bodyguards, and those students and young people who fought by relying on the courage of blood and spirit, how could they be their opponents? People from several sections of the city wall near and far rushed over, shouting loudly, and the situation was about to get out of control.

The camera that had just fallen on the ground was picked up by a student and smashed out, and the one he was about to smash dodged and kicked him in the stomach, and the student's mouth was faintly red and he collapsed on the ground. Several Chinese who were close pounced again.

The camera smashed straight at Yi Chen, hitting him on the forehead hard, and Fei Li, who had just arrived, screamed and hurriedly rushed over. Yi Chen had the True Yuan Force to protect his body, and he didn't feel pain, but this heavy blow made him burst out of the evil fire accumulated by the Daode Sect fiercely, a flying side kick, and the lumbar spine of the old man closest to him made a cracking sound, and his body flew out five meters away, and the upper and lower half of Shen bent into a strange angle, and fell to the ground with a desperate howl.

Yi Chen said coldly: "These people in black suits are what they are? ”

Yi Chen was very angry, it turned out that in the eyes of a big Russian like Fatadio, he was such an unbearable figure in some respects? Maybe Fatadio himself didn't realize this, but Yi Chen's sensitive heart deeply felt this.

Jester rushed out with a cheer, and threw a heavy punch, he didn't bother to care about the life or death of others, as long as he was wearing a black suit, all of them broke a dozen bones on his body with two punches, and then flew out with a kick.

Filgol shook the colossal body and rushed over to the bears, hugging them as they said he was a bear, and they let go of their hands at the sound of bones shattering, and then the lucky guy also collapsed to the ground screaming.

It seems that the police are always the last to arrive at the scene, three or four plainclothes, seven or eight policemen finally pushed through the crowd and came to the scene, and the people around them whispered: "How many of you, why don't you go quickly?"

The young man who was still fighting just now hurriedly retreated into the crowd, and the students also left the scene under the cover of the crowd.

Yi Chen's group of seriously injured people became the most eye-catching targets, and a plainclothes man walked over and asked Yi Chen with a serious face: "Sir, may I ask, did you beat them seriously just now?"

Yi Chen glanced at him arrogantly and indifferently, and suddenly flew up with a kick and kicked the female guide who was caressing the mountain well and shouting loudly, and the female guide had already spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, so she said nonchalantly: "That's right, it was my people who injured them...... Don't talk nonsense, don't ask me why, I can't tell why I suddenly want to beat them up. I have a British passport, these gentlemen are members of the Russian economic and trade mission, and it seems that as long as the people we injured are not Chinese, you have no right to arrest us. ”

The plainclothes man was a little angry, pointed to the female tour guide and asked: "I don't bother to care about my life or death, naturally there are their embassies and British embassies to negotiate, but what about her?"

Yi Chen asked him indifferently: "She? I saw that she was full of words, and I thought she was also herself." ”

There was a burst of laughter around, and many people shouted: "This woman is not Chinese, she is not worthy." ”

Secretary Zhao finally arrived, quickly showed his work card, discussed it with a few plainclothes and police officers in a low voice, and then walked over with a smile and said, "Okay, it's okay now, they will report to the embassy that the murderers are several foreigners who have escaped." But we'd better get out of here right now. ”

Yi Chen was a little surprised by Secretary Zhao's way of handling it, but thinking about it, why bother to make trouble for yourself? The group left the Great Wall in a hurry.

A few policemen beckoned people nearby to help get the seriously injured people down, but the people around them dispersed in a hurry, who wanted to? The foreign tourists shook their heads, whispered something, and walked away......

After beating him inexplicably, Yi Chen's heart was shrouded in a new shadow, some questions that he couldn't explain now. Perhaps, I really need to know more about it......

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