Fourteen years ago, that winter in 1996, on a very ordinary morning, the sun shone on the ground, bringing some tenderness to this small town in the cold winter in the north. Bai Zhongwu got up at 5 a.m.
Then after running a long run of 50 kilometers, I returned home and poured the cold water that had just been shot out of the well and poured it down on my sweaty body. After that, I suddenly felt refreshed, I simply rinse it and finished eating.
After breakfast, I rode his permanent brand junk cart and walked out of the house with a dinghy to drive to his own stall next to Changcheng No. 3 Middle School.
Bai Zhongwu thinks that such a life is actually pretty good, at least it is much better than being a bullshit security guard. Except for the students from No. 3 Middle School, all the workers in the cotton mill, and they are all working class, so there is nothing to look at.
Despise him, he always makes money by his ability, and he doesn't steal or rob it. It's embarrassing to have a class! At least Bai Zhongwu never felt embarrassed, although his parents sometimes reminded him, how could he be a 20-year-old boy?
Going to set up a street stall to repair bicycles, or go to the coast, but he refused. Bai Zhongwu knew what he was at home
Although the situation is not very difficult, it is not much easier. During the seven years he left, he added another cute sister to his family. He was only four or five years old at that time. He was so cute. He just came up to meet Bai Zhongwu.
I was a little bit recognizable. A month later, I followed Bai Zhongwu's broken bicycle and shouted "Brother, brother" all day long, so Bai Zhongwu vowed to let his lovely sister live a good life.
It is also one of the reasons why he never leaves home. Didn’t Confucius once say, “If your parents are here, you will have a good time to travel without traveling far away!”
Bai Zhongwu set up the stall that day and started his new business. Bai Zhongwu is the kind of person who doesn’t like to joke. This is also related to the seven years of training in Shaolin Temple. Generally, people with a stoic mind will not be the kind of person who is smooth-mouthed.
People, they can only explain everything with their actions.
The sun was very bright that day, but the wind was very strong, and the air was filled with a solemn and bitter aura. Bai Zhongwu carefully observed it. In the words of the Shaolin Temple master in the past, today's weather was not calm, which means something was about to happen.
In fact, no matter whether there is anything or not, it doesn't matter to Bai Zhongwu. No matter what big thing is, it has something to do with him setting up a street stall to repair bicycles, but let alone, this matter is just about him.
It’s related to setting up street stalls to repair shoes!
Bai Zhongwu had been working on a bicycle for a day that day, and in the evening, he was planning to close the stall and go home for dinner. Somehow, a large group of people came to him. From their walking posture, we can see that there were not many people.
A good bird, they pushed a bad bicycle when they came. How bad was Bai Zhongwu, a dull person, really couldn't describe it. Let's put it this way, except for having a shelf, there are almost everything else.
There is no hair, not even the wheels, and
It was said that it was pushed, but it was better to say that it was carrying a frame. After seeing the bicycle, Bai Zhongwu understood what it meant to be bad. Originally, people said that his bicycle was bad because his bicycle was bells except for the bells.
As long as you ride it, there is no place on the whole car that doesn't jingle, but after seeing the sharp bicycle they carried, Bai Zhongwu finally understood the highest level of badness, and the highest level of badness is not to be issued.
Any sound, because it no longer has the ability to make sound!
There are about twelve or three gangsters in that group. Most of them are about the same age as Bai Zhongwu, who is in their 180s and 190s and 20s, but their aura is far inferior to Bai Zhongwu.
I went there. Although Bai Zhongwu didn't say a word, anyone who had experienced big scenes would feel a kind of depression as if he was suppressed by Mount Tai. However, although those little gangsters were chattering and cursing, they were indeed not domineering at all, and even the gangsters should not even be able to dominate the situation.
Some people don’t have ruffianism, some are just flowing air, rogue air.
A group of people came to Bai Zhongwu's stall and threw the bicycle rack on the ground. One of them pointed at Bai Zhongwu and shouted: "Hey, repair the car, fix this bicycle for me quickly, brother
Several are still waiting to ride!"
Bai Zhongwu is holding a stall. If ordinary car repairers come to Bai Zhongwu, he really plans to work overtime to repair it. It is not in vain that he has been a lay disciple in Shaolin Temple for seven years. His thoughts are more than those who shout all day long.
Corrupt officials who serve the people but secretly erode the blood and tears of the people's money are more than one level higher, but today's master Bai Zhongwu really doesn't plan to serve them, because although he did not look up at this group of people, he was from the sound of his footsteps.
He could tell that the tone of his speech was not good!
Bai Zhongwu stopped to clean up the stall, first glanced down at the bicycle frame with no bones, the two circles were gone, the pedals were gone, and even half of the handlebars were broken. That was not a bicycle.
It was simply a pile of scrap iron, and then looked up at the gangster who was talking to him and replied coldly: "This car cannot be repaired, please push it away, I'm going to close the stall..."
"What the hell are you talking about?! If you can't repair it well, what are you doing?! If you can't repair it well, what bicycle do you want to repair here?! If I'm fucking, are you cheating?!" The little gangster was gangster
When Bai Zhongwu heard Bai Zhongwu say that he couldn't practice well, he cursed with a sneer and sprayed feces.
"It's hard to cook without rice. Your car is no longer a car, and there is no need to cultivate virtue. It's better to carry it to the scrap purchase station to sell scrap iron! Besides, I don't have any parts here..." The little gangster scolded him on the head
After a while, Bai Zhongwu didn't even look angry at all. He didn't really see these little scumbags. He had been a lay disciple in Shaolin Temple for seven years, although he was not as quiet as the master and the old monk.
But my mood is much better than ordinary people, and I can still do my happiness and anger without being moved.
"Fuck! I'm so sad, what are you saying? I'm not a car?! What are Is this not a car?! I'll tell you boy, I still have to watch you fix it for me today!" The gangster was a gangster
He cursed, pointing at Bai Zhongwu while cursing, as if he was about to deal with Bai Zhongwu.
"There are no parts, I can't repair it well. Otherwise, you guys will come back tomorrow. I'll buy the car ring and repair it for you..." Bai Zhongwu replied calmly, unmoved, he was not angry at all.
, That is a kind of Buddhist way of saving sentient beings. In Buddhism, all bad people are pitiful people and need help. Why bother with them? They are dogs. Are you also dogs?
Do you want to bite a dog even after taking a bite? That's not the experience of reducing your value and dogs!
Not to mention that although Bai Zhongwu just glanced at the bad car frame, he looked carefully. Bai Zhongwu believed that as long as he found all the parts missing from the car frame, the car frame could also be turned into a good car, and he also planned to
I will repair these gangsters tomorrow. After all, I am idle and idle, so it’s better to do something good!
"Fuck! My brother asked you to repair it today, didn't you hear it?! There are no parts, aren't that parts? Remove them all and put them on this car!" A gangster standing next to the gangster leader listened to Bai Zhongwu
After saying that, he pointed at Bai Zhongwu's sharp mount and scolded.
"Yes, unload your broken car and put it on my car. Hurry up, I'm still waiting to ride it!" The gangster leader nodded in agreement and pointed at Bai Zhongwu and ordered.
Bai Zhongwu ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name in the temple all day long and practiced martial arts scriptures. He had never been bullied like this. Besides, he was not a real monk, but a lay disciple. As long as he practiced martial arts, he did not practice like an old monk.
In order to be angry when it is time to be angry, he still suppressed his anger and replied calmly and coldly: "I said, I can't practice well now, and I want to practice tomorrow!"
Whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, the so-called level of practice is just the result of a struggle with one's own mind and nature. In fact, a person is indifferent to external things, and the most important struggle is a game with one's inner selfish desires.
Everyone has a bottom line deep in their hearts, especially for a man. Don’t challenge a man’s bottom line. That is a very stupid and terrible move. Once you challenge a man’s bottom line, even if it is
A coward can also become a murderous devil in an instant! And these gangsters who don’t know how high the sky is, are challenging a man’s bottom line.
Bai Zhongwu has been home for several months. He gradually found that he was incompatible with this society and was increasingly unable to understand this colorful and wonderful world. This place is far from living in Shaolin Temple on the mountain, so he has been suppressing and suppressing.
With all kinds of injustice and things that I can't stand, this kind of depression is very terrible, very terrible, because if a person releases his depression from time to time, he will sooner or later have big problems.
"**It's a wall! If you ask me to repair it, you can repair it well! Why are you talking?! Hurry up, don't be fucking silly!" The leading gangster cursed while cursing.
He took down the horse stool that Bai Zhongwu had packed up on the bicycle and sat on it. He really planned to wait for Bai Zhongwu to fix it for him!
"I'll say it again, I can't repair it today!" Bai Zhongwu didn't even raise his head, and said coldly, and continued to clean up his stall.
"If you can't repair it well, you have to repair it for me! I have to ride it today!" The gangster lit a cigarette and pretended to be very cool and cursed.
"Don't bully people too much, I'll say I'll fix it for you tomorrow!" Bai Zhongwu packed up his stall and walked towards his worn-out permanent bicycle and said with his back to the gangster.
"Fuck! I'm here to bully you today!" The gangster leader threw half of the cigarette on the ground and cursed.