Life is about making constant choices. If you make the right choice, even if you make the wrong choice, you will still have a chance. If you make the wrong choice, no matter how right you make it, it will be useless.
It is impossible for Zhou Sen to agree to Rozaevsky. This protracted Belarusian does not seem like a good person, and of course the other party will not trust him. After all, he is not Russian.
Those who are not of my race must have different minds.
This sentence is applicable everywhere.
He is not the kind of hot-blooded young man who is fooled by others, but this guy has come sooner or later, and now he comes to find him. There is obviously a Japanese behind him.
He didn't want to jump into the quagmire before he understood the complicated relationship between these people and the Japanese.
Anyway, his current strategy is "not here".
He doesn't want to get promoted and make a fortune, nor does he want to honor his ancestors (he doesn't even know where his ancestors are). What he wants to do is to be a second-generation ancestor who is greedy for beauty and hates work.
This persona is the most suitable for his current state.
Although Rozaevsky spoke like a flower and painted an extremely bright prospect, Zhou Sen was unmoved. He just didn't believe it. Anyway, he just didn't want to do it. He would go to whoever he wanted.
He knew that it was dangerous for him to do this, and these people were not good people, but he also knew that if he stepped on their ship, he would never be much better in the future.
People should take a longer view.
What's more, they may not use drastic measures against themselves. It seems that they have to add some life-saving measures.
Rozaevsky left angrily.
The Western food at Madier Hotel is indeed good. Afterwards, Zhou Sen ordered a black pepper cheese steak and a glass of table wine.
After eating, we paid the bill and left.
We boarded a tram bound for Daowai (Fujiadian). There were not many people in the carriage, including Russians and Chinese.
Smelling that familiar smell again, Zhou Sen knew that he was being followed again. This little tail was really lingering.
Keep pretending you don't know anything.
The tram stopped at Zhengyang Street and he quickly got off. There were not many people on the street at this time. Most of them were visiting relatives and friends. They walked with their heads down and ignored anyone.
Zhou Sen walked to a sheltered place, took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, lit it, took a puff, and looked behind him with the help of his peripheral vision from lighting the cigarette.
Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure. Although he was wearing a black windbreaker and a hat and wrapped himself tightly, he still recognized it.
Forget it, just follow.
…
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Sen came to the back door of Ningxiang Hall and knocked on the door.
"Here it comes." Axiang's voice came over, and soon, the sound of the door bolt being removed and the door being opened from the inside was heard.
"Brother Sen, it's you, why are you here?" Axiang looked up and was pleasantly surprised when she saw it was Zhou Sen.
"Why can't I come?"
"Yes, I can come. Sister Lan will definitely be happy if she knows you are here." Axiang said openly.
"Will she be happy for me to come?"
"Of course, Brother Sen doesn't know that Sister Lan has talked about you many times since you left on the afternoon of New Year's Eve."
"Are you scolding me?"
"Hitting means kissing, scolding means loving. I have never heard Sister Lan say that about a person." Axiang said with a smile.
"Little girl, you've learned too much, haha." After hearing Axiang's words, Zhou Sen's heavy mood improved a lot.
He was alone, with no relatives or friends, and really had nothing to worry about, but he didn't need to look forward and backward like that.
Live however you want, as long as you have a clear conscience.
"Sister Lan said that someone is going to deal with you, so you should be careful." Axiang followed Zhou Sen's footsteps and said mysteriously.
"Who is it, the Qin family or the Su family?"
"Then I don't know. Otherwise, you can ask Sister Lan yourself?" Axiang laughed.
"Little girl, you still know how to sell things." Zhou Sen chuckled. He now has more lice than itching and more debts than he has to worry about.
"You're still laughing, aren't you afraid that they will put you in a sack, dig a hole in the Songhua River, and then throw you in?"
"I didn't expect, Ah Xiang, you know quite a lot!" Zhou Sen said in surprise. Every year during the spring floods, when the Songhua River thaws, corpses can be found on the river. As for whether they were accidental or murdered, then it's not That’s easy to say.
Anyway, the work of the body salvage team will be busy for a while.
In the end, those bodies with owners were taken back, and those without owners were buried directly. As for the story behind it, no one probably cares about it. It is recorded on a thin piece of paper at the police station. There's no after that.
"That's right!" Axiang smiled.
"Axiang, Axiang..."
"Hey, Sister Lan, here it comes, here it comes." Axiang ran forward quickly.
"Who's here? How long does it take for you girl to open the door?" Bai Yulan asked with dissatisfaction.
"No one is passing by, begging for water." Axiang said deliberately.
"Damn girl, you can't even lie. How can anyone come to our place to ask for water?" Bai Yulan cursed, "Is that the scoundrel here?"
"Hehe, Sister Lan, you are so smart."
"Yu Lan is thinking about her so much, how can Zhou Sen not come to wish Yu Lan a happy New Year and ask for a bowl of water?" Zhou Sen laughed and followed A Xiang into the living room.
"You just have a poor mouth." Bai Yulan was writing, she raised her head and rolled her eyes at Zhou Sen, "Axiang, go to the kitchen and scoop him a bowl of swill."
"Isn't it right? Boss Bai of Tangtang Ningxiang Restaurant is so depressed that he can only treat guests with swill?" Zhou Sen opened his mouth and said exaggeratedly.
"That's for you." Bai Yulan rolled her eyes at him.
Axiang pursed her lips and smiled, and quickly went to make tea for Zhou Sen. These two people are now enemies. Can they take what they say seriously?
"Tsk, Yulan, your handwriting in small regular script is so beautiful. Is this a copy of the Heart Sutra?" Zhou Sen walked over, took a closer look, and praised it.
"Do you still understand Buddhist scriptures?"
"Do you really think I am an ignorant second-generation ancestor?" Zhou Sen chuckled. As a writer who is familiar with eighteen kinds of subjects, he naturally has knowledge of all religious subjects.
"Do you believe in Buddhism?" Bai Yulan asked.
"Do not believe."
"Why?"
"Buddha is too selfish."
"Nonsense, Buddhism teaches people to be good, how can they be selfish?" Bai Yulan rolled her eyes at Zhou Sen, and the charming look on her eyebrows really made people's hearts tremble.
"A monk does not give birth, but lets others support him. Isn't this selfish? If he chants sutras all day, he can eat well and drink well, and he is admired by thousands of people. Where can you find such a good thing? If everyone in the world goes there If you become a monk, will this world still exist?" Zhou Sen said.
"shallow!"
Zhou Sen smiled and did not continue to argue. What he admired more was the seriousness and concentration of the beauty in front of him as she copied the scriptures.
Finish writing the last stroke of the book.
Bai Yulan put down the writing brush and rubbed her sore wrist. Just when she was about to pick up the Heart Sutra and read it, two more hands appeared in front of her and she picked up the Heart Sutra directly.
"What are you doing? The ink is not dry yet..."
"It's okay, I'm being careful." Zhou Sen smiled guiltily, put it down again, lowered his head and started blowing carefully.
"The writing is really good. I don't think it's worse than those calligraphy masters. How did you practice this calligraphy?" Zhou Sen asked.
"When I was young, my father forced me to write whenever he had free time. It took me most of the day to write..." Bai Yulan recalled.
"If you were a boy, your father would definitely treat you like a livestock."
"You are the beast!" Bai Yulan nodded. She was the only child in the family. Her father wanted to have a son but could not, so he could only raise her as a boy.
Seeing a seal placed on the desk, Zhou Sen chuckled, reached for the brush, added some ink, and quickly wrote a line of words in the blank space in the upper right corner, then left the date, grabbed the seal, and said, "Click. "Put it under the cover!"
This movement was so smooth that it was dizzying to watch.
"Before the second day of the first lunar month of the Yi Mao year, I hand-copied a copy of the Heart Sutra and gave it to my friend: Zhou Sen..." Zhou Sen writes in cursive script. Although it is not as good as the famous calligraphy, it still has the character of the two kings, Bai Yulan. I read it out immediately.
"You, you..." Bai Yulan's face turned red with anger. She had never seen such a shameless person, and he actually snatched a hand-copied "Heart Sutra" from her in front of her. It was simply too bad.
"Yu Lan, don't be angry. I have something here for you." Zhou Sen took out the plan for the renovation of Ningxiang Pavilion that he had written from his arms, and handed a thick stack to Bai Yulan. .
Bai Yulan finally endured it and reached out to take the plan that was still warm from Zhou Sen's hand.
He opened it and looked at it with suspicious eyes. It didn't matter. His eyes immediately changed and he looked at it seriously.
It took Bai Yulan more than a quarter of an hour to finish reading the plan. When she came to her senses, she found that her copy of the "Heart Sutra" had long since disappeared. It had obviously been put away by Zhou Sen. .
This guy really convinced himself that even under his anger, he actually felt a touch of shyness in his heart.
Is it possible that this kid really has to take responsibility for himself?
"Brother Sen, eat a frozen pear." Axiang came in with a plate of cut frozen pears and placed it on the coffee table in front of Zhou Sen.
"Thank you, Axiang, but don't cut it like this next time. Just bring it to me whole. I'm not used to it." Zhou Sen chuckled.
"Okay." Axiang agreed and went out to do her own business. She already felt a feeling like a light on her back in the study.
"Zhou Sen, do you know what it will mean if your plan is realized?" Bai Yulan raised the plan in her hand and walked over and asked.
"I know that a brand new business model will subvert the current understanding." Zhou Sen said, "We will become the focus of everyone in Ice City."
"But it may also become the next target." Bai Yulan said.
Zhou Sen was silent. Of course he understood what Bai Yulan was talking about. As long as there was no money-making business that was not targeted by the Japanese, as long as it was targeted, nothing good would happen, let alone keep it. There are guns, troops, and violent government organs. Ordinary people are unable to resist, especially in a big city like Bingcheng.
If it were between the vast white mountains and black waters, that would be a different story.
"It would be great if one day we, the Chinese, are the ones who call the shots on this land and this city." Bai Yulan suddenly said leisurely.
"Sooner or later this will come true." Zhou Sen agreed naturally.
"What did you say?"
"It's okay. We can take it slow. We can do it first, maintain our lives, and then expand slowly." Zhou Sen said hurriedly.
If you reveal the secret, your life span will be shortened.
