After many years, when Yun Poyue recalls the past, there is still an insurmountable obstacle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He felt like he was dead.

Died in the lumberyard.

In that kind of rough, rough, rough and disorderly grinding, a fifteen-year-old boy was not put down by the group of tall adult men. Isn't it a miracle that there is blood in the mouth and no bones remain?

On one side is a thin teenager.

On one side is a strong man with a dark face and a body like an iron tower.

On one side is a straight, stiff, tall, slender piece of wood.

Yun Poyue actually lasted for ten days.

There was no fall, no blood spurted, no "stand in, lie down and go out", which inevitably disappointed many people who wanted to see the excitement.

But everyone was not discouraged.

Extremely patient.

Because according to the theory of evolutionary experts, natural selection, the survival of the fittest, as long as you live long, you will see that some species will always be eliminated in the end. Although hundreds of thousands of years in the process of evolution is just a flick of a finger, once it is implemented, after all, it is only a matter of seizing the day, and we have to endure the endless and difficult days in this world, month by month, year by year.

As long as matter exists.

The flesh is imperishable.

It's too late to fix it!

I'm going to you out in the end!

So those days were actually full of dangers.

Hostile.

Although he did not substantially offend anyone.

Those ten days had a crucial impact on Yun Poyue's life.

The reason why he later advocated martial arts and was superstitious about violence is difficult to say that it has nothing to do with this.

The formation and development of human character has a great relationship with the life experienced in childhood and adolescence.

And once it is formed and stable, it is difficult to change it.

How else do you say "start with the child"?

Thirty years later, in the youth inspirational drama "Daming Martial Soul" adapted from the deeds of Yun Poyue, the child star who played his youth, stood on the stage, was hit by the rotating spotlight overhead, opened his arms, facing the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, and had a classic line: Winter is coming, will spring be far away?

Focused, confident.

The audience applauded.

The clouds broke through the moon and sighed.

Children of this generation.

What a blessing.

I have never been hungry, I have not been beaten, I have stretched out my hands for clothes, I have opened my mouth for food, and my parents are obedient. Grandparents are willing to be grandchildren. They had no idea that they were running in the snow in their clothes and pants that winter?

The ankle was bruised from the cold.

But he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Because the air conditioner is swishing and dripping into ice, as long as it is inactive for two hours. He's going to be a piece of frozen meat.

Where is still in the mood to read a monologue?

It was a harsh winter when everyone wore fur coats and big fur hats!

There was a big stove in the house of the city commissary, and the coals were burning red, and the heating was baking around. Quite a few people gathered around roasting their hands and feet.

The moon sometimes squeezes in.

Approaching the stove.

But it didn't bake for a short while, and was pushed and shoved out by the owner of the store.

Stranger boys, who had no money in their arms, who were not prepared to buy goods, who were born thin and thin, dressed in tatters, and had no roots, were obviously not welcome here.

This creates a contradiction that is difficult to reconcile.

The commissary owner has the resources in his hands.

A red-hot stove.

The fire is booming.

Warm and baked.

He didn't like, didn't want to, and didn't welcome Yun Poyue to come to the door, so he refused to leave, and Yun Poyue must not have looked down on this boss's snobbish face in his heart.

But he needs fire.

A stove with a red fire.

Used for heating.

If you can't fill your stomach, you can pick up garbage, vegetable leaves, moldy rice balls, steamed buns, rotten fruits, and even leftovers from the guests in the restaurant. Even if you can't find anything, you don't have to worry about it, it's a big deal to tighten your belt and wrap your stomach around layer by layer. How many days can you deal with eating two handfuls of snow?

The problem of roasting is more troublesome.

Troubles are endless.

It's easy to do at night, go to someone's house and secretly drag a few pieces of wood on the firewood, take it back to the broken temple, raise it with velvet, and chat to keep warm. Half-baked, then like a porcupine, the worm burrows into the straw pile.

Stealing firewood during the day is a big risk.

Once caught by the male owner, not only will the stolen goods be confiscated, but he will inevitably be beaten up.

Beat up.

Clean up a blue nose, swollen face, and Venus is light!

Next time I dare to go, my legs and feet will be discounted.

Besides, the errand officers and soldiers patrolling the streets in the yamen will also come to interfere when they see the smoke. It is not allowed to raise the fire at will.

Therefore, the whining and burning big iron stove in the commissary, full of heat and endless temptation, has become a fire of life that Yun Poyue yearns for.

Without the fire, he would not have survived the winter.

There are countless times when I look up at the blue sky.

Bad mood.

Tears flowed.

I scolded when I was anxious: "Freeze me to death, let me die, worry about death!"

Or roar: "God, don't open your eyes, **** your mother." ”

But he never said: "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?"

Because that's too hypocritical.

I don't understand the anger.

It's a bit of a pretense.

Thirty years later, when Yun Poyue was wearing clothes with exquisite textures and a polite smile on her face, she sat in the front row of the main seat of the Capital Grand Theater and watched the child stars on the stage perform seriously.

I can't help but feel a little sad.

A person's misery can appear in such a smooth and smooth, whitewashed, and deceitful way of stealing fame.

It was beyond his expectations.

When the lights flicker, the curtain on the stage rolls up, and the scene switches.

The rising sun shines on the city after the snow.

The sky is blue, and the world is deserted.

I saw the long alley again.

And that warm and hot shop.

The snow is crystal clear and stretches into the sky.

The cold light flashed in front of him, and a cold air suddenly hit his chest like an arrow through the air of September, and suddenly his heart was cold, and Yun Poyue whispered, Things are not like that......

What appears in the play is, of course, positive energy.

The owner of the shop not only smiled, but also asked for warmth, showing an unusual enthusiasm, eagerness, and eagerness.

even took the initiative to find a cotton coat for the bitter child who was wandering in a foreign land.

The youth inspirational drama is based on the biography of crooked-mouthed writer Green Peony.

The biography of Green Peony was written by the martial arts master Yun Poyue.

Tightly fitted, nailed.

Black and white.

Logically.

The audience can't believe it.

In fact, the truth is only understood by the master Yun Poyue in his heart, and things are not like that at all. This time, however, he did not blame the biographer, who had always been fond of lying, for he had deliberately deceived himself in the final analysis.

Lying is sometimes done to conceal it.

Sometimes it's out of helplessness.

Sometimes it's fun.

Sometimes it's just a reluctance to uncover the wound!

Yun Poyue's memories unconsciously returned to thirty years ago.

Fifteen years old.

That winter.

The embarrassing scene was vividly seared in consciousness.

The long winter is cold and windy, and the snow is endless and the weather is freezing. He was dressed in a single shirt and pants, and knelt in front of the store. In order to enter the house to make a fire, he crawled and crawled inside, and humbly slapped himself with his hands! )