The water of the Yellow River under its feet is still roaring. It has been roaring like this for two million years, and it will continue to roar for millions of years.

Jiushan smiled and waited for a while, but Zhuo Yang was dumbfounded for a long time and could not recover his expression. Jiushan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Do you... do you think I'm a little... empty?"

Zhuo Yang opened his mouth and shook his head.

"Will you think I'm... brainwashed?"

Zhuo Yang closed his mouth with a 'click', and his eyes were dull and murmured: "Who the fuck... can wash your brain?"

"Then do you think...I...an angry young man?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head hard. "The angry youth is the ocean, you are not."

‘Hu——’ Jiushan let out a long sigh, touched his pants pockets with both hands, turned around and walked to the jeep, leaned over and grabbed the box of Zhonghua cigarettes and lighter from the dashboard.

After firing two bombs, two shots were pulled out of the cigarette box, Jiushan handed them over to Zhuo Yang. The wind was very strong by the river, and the two of them covered their four hands with four hands. They changed several directions before using disposable lighters

Light the cigarette.

"Jiushan, you continue."

"I'm done." Jiushan spread his hands.

Zhuo Yang: “…”

After slapping hard, Zhuo Yang felt a little choked. When he was in middle school, he often smoked secretly, just like all the unbearable middle school students of that age. After smoking secretly for a year, he gradually became addicted.

, from secretly pumping to secretly buying. This is the case with unbearable middle school students.

One day in his second year of high school, Zhuo Yang carried a large aluminum pot to the boiler room of the courtyard to turn on the water. He still can't understand why people in the courtyard like to run far away to turn on the water instead of sitting at home and twisting the liquid.

A pot of gas stove can be easily burned.

That day, before the boiler boiled, a long line of aluminum pots, large and small, lined up on the concrete floor in front of the sink. Zhuo Yang and his friends hid in the woods next to the boiler room and smoked nonsense, just in advance After get off work, my father Zhuo Tongtong, who walked past the woods path, saw Zhuo Yang, holding his fingers with white sand, tilting his head and vomiting smoke rings, er, er, er..., er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er,

After returning home, Zhuo Tongtong did not get angry or told her wife Yang Hong. He took out the two red tower mountains he had placed in the cabinet and placed them on the table. After watching for a long time, it seemed as if he was saying goodbye to his body.

The father said, "Zhuo Yang, Dad discuss something with you. If Dad quit smoking from today, you should not smoke again in the future, okay?"

Zhuo Yang said: "Okay!" The two Hongtashans went straight to the garbage can passage in the corridor.

From that day on, the father, who was 26 years old and the son, who was 1 year old, both quit smoking. Zhuo Yang never put cigarettes in his pocket and never bought them again. Later, he would occasionally take a few puffs,

Like today and Jiushan, but I don’t have any addiction.

After taking another sip, Zhuo Yang was reluctant to pinch it off. It is said that the batch number of Soft China was produced in the third workshop of the tobacco factory. It used to be dedicated to cigarettes, but now it is wholesale for each one.

The price is also 80 yuan more expensive than the '2' head. Use your index finger and thumb to bounce the long cigarette butt into the rushing stream of the Yellow River. Watching it disappear into the turbid mud and yellow, Zhuo Yang turned around.

"It's not that time is peaceful, but that someone is carrying the burden forward." Zhuo Yang said: "Many people put this sentence on their signatures and in chicken soup, but how many people can really understand the meaning of it."

"Jiushan, you are great, the truth is. You and your comrades are great. If you are not a general, you are all... the greatest people."

Jiushan showed a honest smile again. "It seems that you understand what I said. You know, my language expression ability is very average, and I can think of some words but can't explain them."

"I understand, I understand completely. Jiushan, I don't feel surprised that you chose such a life. Thinking about it now, you seem to have been such a person since you were a child, and you are in your bones."

"Then why were you as stupid as a chicken just now?"

"Oh--!" It was Zhuo Yang's turn to sigh: "Jiushan, I suddenly felt, I..."

Jiushan turned into a curious smile.

"Actually, I always think I'm pretty awesome..."

"You are already awesome!" Jiushan interrupted.

Zhuo Yang waved his hand: "Let me now."

"Look, I don't dare to say that the football is the best, but if I want to say that I am second, I'm afraid there are not many who have the best attitude to say that the first one. What about the piano? The first one is naturally far behind, but at my age, I'm

I'm afraid there aren't many people who can beat me."

"I really always feel that I am awesome, I am so awesome. But..." Zhuo Yang suddenly wanted to smoke again, and endured it, and didn't ask Jiushan to reach out. "Six years have passed since I went abroad to study. We are four of us

All the changes are very big, and all the promising. I always feel that I am the most promising one. If I don’t lie to you, I really think that I am the most promising among the four of us... don’t talk."

"Haiyang is now using his IQ to play with foreigners. He has many negotiations in Italy. I know very well. He can cheat foreigners to death and make no life!" Zhuo Yang remembered Buffon.

"Lao Mu used to be a good person, a very righteous person. Now he has his own persistence and spends his whole life protecting and exploring traditional culture. It is admirable to think about it."

"Nine Mountains, you don't have to say, your beliefs and defenses, a man who stands tall and upright."

"People like the ocean represent China's wisdom. Lao Mu and others represent the inheritance and persistence of culture. Jiushan, you represent the muscles of China."

"And what about me? What are football and pianos in front of you?" Zhuo Yang smiled bitterly. "If it were in the past, football and piano were actually both strange tricks and tricks, such as sensuality and sex. If you don't say that you are losing your ambition,

But what is the difference between them and those who were short-lived and entertained in the past? Gao Qiu, who played Cuju? Li Shishi, who played Liuqin? What is the difference between me and them? Business girl... Houtinghua..."

"Fuck!" Jiushan was dumbfounded, just like Zhuo Yang just now. For a long time... "Can the fuck say that?"

"No, right, Zhuo Yang, what you said is wrong." Afraid that Zhuo Yang went astray, Jiushan quickly explained. "You are the best among the four of us, and you have always been. You are the smartest, you have been the smartest since you were a child.

And you can also be the most persistent. If you don’t persist, you can play the ball so well? Can you play the piano well?"

"Let me say that, you represent the image of our China, the image of awesome. You... I can't say it well. Anyway, you are awesome, what we do is meaningful."

"What do you mean? I am... a vase?"

"What's wrong with the vase? No, you are not a vase,... you should also be from the Ru Kiln Official Kiln."

"Any kiln is still a vase!"

"Who have you seen a family who uses Ru kiln as a vase? That thing is so expensive, and they serve them like ancestors, for fear of being knocked and touched..."

"You mean my glass heart?"

Jiushan "..."
Chapter completed!