Dad, even young people can't do it. You are a young man and you are suffering from a serious disease. You are not lying. Wu Xingyun urged, don't waste time, go to the hospital quickly.
Wu Guozhong recalled that in his early years as a regiment leader, he ate thousands of ducks. Later, he suffered from a strange disease. When it was severe, he made a squeaking duck sound in his throat. Later, after listening to the advice of a witch doctor, I stopped eating meat and adopted a vegetarian diet. Decades later, my disease was cured. But he couldn't tell his son about his strange history.
At this time, he said, luckily, my stomach doesn't hurt, so I still won't go to the hospital. I decided to go to a desert island and become a voluntary bird guard.
Dad, I don’t agree with you going to a desert island, and I don’t have time to accompany you. Wu Xingyun felt that his father's idea was unreasonable, so he said coldly.
At this time, what Wu Guozhong and his son said were clearly heard by a group of active cancer cells stationed on his stomach tumor. They are all transformed from duck spirits who came to collect debts and demands for their lives. At first, Wu Guozhong planned to return to the hospital for surgery due to stomach pain.
The medium-sized and small-sized active cancer cells were a little scared. They surrounded the large-sized active cancer cells and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?" If Wu Guozhong performs surgery, he will remove the tumor, which means he will kill us.
What are you afraid of? There is always a process for a doctor to perform an operation. Before the doctor performs the operation, why don’t we escape and set up camp in other organs of his body? His intestines and stomach, which had been operated on, had not yet recovered, and more malignant tumors had sprung up on other organs. He could not cut them off one by one, as that would kill him.
When the large active cancer cells told this truth, the medium, small and even other active cancer cells no longer had any worries, and they all agreed with pride and joy.
Whenever they move, Wu Guozhong's stomach hurts and he groans. The large active cancer cell said in a commanding tone, "Don't move. Wu Guozhong just said that he plans to go to the desert island to be a voluntary bird guard. If he really keeps his word and it works, we active cancer cells will The tumor that was parasitic on his stomach remained dormant and stopped growing. Let him maintain his due energy for work and do some good deeds before passing away.
If what he tells is a lie, all of you active cancer cells will start a riot with us and let him die in pain, or die on the operating table. Many active cancer cells cheered together, OK! We must do what our elder brother says.
Jiangnan is full of criss-crossing rivers, lakes and ports, but that deserted lake is special. It stretches for 800 miles, with an island of more than 7,000 square meters in the middle. Most of the areas above are covered with mixed woods, and the low-lying areas have become swamps. It has become a hillock, and various birds live and breed here. Even walking a few meters away, you can see several bird's nests hanging on trees or hidden in the grass, some open and some closed; Some are being used by birds, and some have been discarded by birds.
In short, the whole island is filled with the constant chirping of birds, making it seem both lively and quiet. But a few months ago, this natural paradise for birds has slowly been shrouded in gloom and mist. That's because hunters actually drove boats to the islands to kill birds arbitrarily, and then transported them out of the deserted lake to sell them for profit.
In particular, the wild ducks in the large lake surrounding the island have been almost wiped out by hunters. At present, a few egrets flying across the water occasionally appear on the lake, and then a group of them appears in the distance. They are not the main target of hunters, except to test their marksmanship and shoot down a few by surprise, because people are not used to eating birds like egrets.
One morning in midsummer, a pock-marked man lurking in the grass discovered a red-crowned crane soaring over the island, but it would not hang around or rest on a tree. He waited for a long time, became impatient, and then He pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his hand, and with a bang, a ball of sparks flew into the sky, and silence returned for a moment.
The red-crowned crane was not shot, but soared higher and higher, then disappeared into the clouds and disappeared. The pockmarked man muttered to himself out of frustration and hatred, as long as you don't fly to this island, if you fly, I will be able to knock you out of the sky one day.
Suddenly, a loud voice sounded on the island. It was clear that someone spoke with a microphone equipped with a loudspeaker: Hello, starting from today, I, Mr. Wu Wu Guozhong, will be stationed on the island as a voluntary bird guard. I advise everyone who comes here to hunt birds. Hunters put down their shotguns and joined the ranks of bird protectors to protect the ecology...
Hearing this, the pockmarked man immediately felt dissatisfied. He stood up from the grass and muttered, "Who will listen to you? What's the benefit of putting down the shotgun?" Are you making us unemployed as hunters? Can you arrange employment for us?
He followed the sound and saw a familiar old man from a distance, holding a cane in one hand and a loudspeaker close to his mouth in the other, continuing to repeat what he had just said.
The pockmarked man thought to himself, isn't that the old man who was doing Tai Chi in the park last time? He quickly came to the old man and shouted, Old man, what is your name? Who listens to you? What does it have to do with you that we make a living by hunting on a desert island? Does it bother you? If you don't let us hunt birds, what should we do? Wu Guozhong, the old man with a cane, was not angry. He took the tweeter away from his mouth, looked at the pockmarked man and smiled and said, according to you, I was wrong!
Suddenly, seven or eight hunters emerged from the forest. Some were carrying shotguns on their shoulders, with a string of dead birds hanging on them; some were holding shotguns, but of course there was nothing on them. They all rushed around and said similar romantic words to the pockmarked hunter.
Others directly accused him, "Old man, you have to be careful. You shouted so loudly that you scared the birds away. Did you deliberately prevent us from shooting a bird all day?" We have wasted time and gained nothing, so don’t blame us for picking on you. Don't be disrespectful to your elders.
Wu Guozhong suddenly knelt down to the hunters who were surrounding him with stiff attitudes and cold words: I beg you not to hunt birds. The pockmarked man shook the shotgun in his hand and said with a "hum", let alone shooting birds, if it were not restricted by national laws, I would dare to shoot, let alone birds!
Wu Guozhong couldn't explain anything, so he said that the reason why he suffered from the strange disease that made duck noises was because he killed thousands of ducks. He wanted to use this terrible retribution as an example to teach these hunters to have kind thoughts, put down their shotguns, and stop hunting birds on desert islands.
At this time, Wu Guozhong's son Wu Xingyun led a group of people over. Seeing his father kneeling on the ground, he yelled at several hunters, are you bullying my dad? Otherwise, how could he kneel down? Dad, get up, I want to settle the score with them.
Son, they are not forcing me to kneel down. My kneeling down has nothing to do with them. Wu Guozhong stood up as he spoke.
When Wu Xingyun was about to speak, a tall man standing next to him pointed at Wu Xingyun and introduced him, "He is the boss of our Xinglong Construction Company. Please be clear." The seven or eight hunters didn't seem to accept this trick. They all sneered and were about to walk away.
Only the pockmarked man did not walk away. He tapped the shotgun in his hand lightly at his feet. He looked at Wu Xingyun and said, Boss, your father came to the desert island to protect birds. We have no objection. The problem is that he came to persuade us not to shoot birds. Now, tell yourself, what are we fighting for? Aren’t we hunters all unemployed?
A few hunters who walked away turned around and said, "Yeah, your dad is doing this, isn't it going to make us lose our jobs?" Besides, there are many birds on this island, and they are not rare animals protected by the country, so why is it necessary to prevent us from hunting? If these messy wild birds were worthy of protection, wouldn’t the local wildlife protection agencies have issued a ban long ago? Why doesn't your father let him rest at home at such an old age, but lets him come out to do such meaningless things?
Wu Xingyun smiled bitterly and simply showed his cards to the seven or eight hunters and told you clearly that my father had gastric cancer during the last checkup, but he did not want to be hospitalized for surgery and would rather come to the island to protect birds. The animals he protects are not animals explicitly protected by the state. He wants to protect every animal, especially the birds on this desert island.
