Chapter 50 Chapter 50

Baishun was five years younger than Yuhuan, and he was born with thin skin and tender flesh, so he could tell at a glance that he was a young master.He looks more handsome than his elder sister Yuhuan, his eyes are watery, and he seems to be able to talk, and when he smiles, there are two attractive dimples on his mouth, which makes everyone feel sorry for him. Baishun was only ten years old when he lived in Tang's house, and the milk gas on his body had not yet faded away, and he was still afraid of sleeping alone at night, so he clearly stated that he wanted Yuhuan to hug him, and he looked like he had a good reason, saying that there was a mother hug in the past, Can't sleep without hugging.

Yuhuan said: "I don't hug, I'm your sister, not your mother." Baishun looked at Yuhuan pitifully: "I...I only have my sister now..." Yuhuan's nose was sore, tears came down, she turned around and wiped away the tears, still not hugging. Baishun cried for a while, so he had to sleep by himself. After sleeping until midnight, he climbed into his sister's bed and slipped into his sister's bed quietly.After drilling like this several times, Yuhuan became angry, and finally kicked Baishun to the ground one morning. Baishun lay on the ground crying loudly.

Yuhuan pointed to Baishun's forehead and said, "Why are you crying? You are a man, and you can spend your whole life in a woman's arms? You are going to be a soldier tomorrow, so you can't sleep with your sister?" Baishun ignored him, crying more and more happily, snot and tears wiped on Yuhuan's skirt. Yuhuan had no choice but to coax: "Baishun is obedient, sister asked Uncle Tang to buy big fat meat for you to eat." Baishun got up because of the big fat. However, after eating the big fat meat, he still crawled on Yuhuan's bed at night and drilled into Yuhuan's quilt.

Yuhuan couldn't bear to kick under the bed anymore, so she hugged Baishun to his own bed again and again, seven or eight times in total, and finally settled Baishun on his own bed. This is the starting point for Baishun to become a man. The establishment of this starting point made Yuhuan happy. Many times in the dead of night, Yuhuan was by Baishun's side, looking at her sleeping brother, obsessively imagining what her grown-up brother would look like. She felt that Baishun's skin had to turn darker, and the dimples on his cheeks had to disappear as he got older. A big man couldn't be born with such a sissy look, and his younger brother had to have a big beard instead of sweet dimples. .

The younger brother's voice should also be thicker, and he should grow tall and strong, like his father. My father was a soldier at the age of seventeen. At that time there was still the emperor. My father first followed the officials to kill those revolutionary parties who opposed the emperor. When my father was alive, he used to say that once a man comes to this world, he has to walk in a manner. But Yuhuan didn't know if his father was considered a good life in this life? From a farmer's father, he became brigade commander and guardian envoy, and he may be regarded as impressive, but the blood color of that evening was too heavy, and finally his father's eminent voice fell into the mud.

Yuhuan can never forget the humiliation and helplessness of her father before his death. The father of the hero of the first generation collapsed at Xihe Railway Station. After being pointed at his nose and scolded by others, he was beaten to death again. This is too unfair, this should not be the end of a big man. Yuhuan believes that Baishun must rewrite this ending. Baishun must create his own future, but also his father's past history. When it came to this responsibility, this responsibility was imposed on him by his sister Yuhuan, and after he accepted it in the obedience he had no choice but to accept, it was inevitably accompanied by all the experiences and experiences of his youth.

This responsibility was so heavy that it almost overwhelmed his youthful life, and in a certain period later, he was often in a kind of contradiction and pain. However, with the passage of time, and growing up day by day, Baishun took this matter lightly. After all, his father was dead, and he and his sister had to live on. Day dream. By the way, Bai said kindly to his sister: "Sister, we have our own life, we live a good life, Dad can only feel at ease when he is under the nine springs." Yuhuan was very stubborn, she shook her head and refused to listen to Baishun's persuasion.

Baishun knew that his sister was stubborn, so he stopped talking about it. Baishun didn't talk, but his sister kept talking, and Baishun gradually became numb after hearing it. Let her say whatever my sister said, and try not to take it to heart, and sometimes comfort myself with my mother's words, as if my mother is alive and supporting him and his sister's will to fight. Before her death, my mother told him and my sister repeatedly that the past is over, don't think about it anymore, it's useless to think about it, it can only cause troubles in vain. Mother believes that all this is fate.

...Baishun is destined to sing. At the age of fifteen, Bai Shun graduated from high school and was fascinated by theatre. At first, he watched from the audience like a monkey watching the sky, and then he squeezed behind the stage, and wanted to follow the head of the family, Boss Liu, to venture into the rivers and lakes and sing big plays. Boss Liu didn't take it seriously at first, and said: "Sun Baishun, you are fifteen years old, why are you late for teaching, why do you still sing? You think singing is so easy!" Baishun said: "Singing is not easy, but it's not that difficult either! I don't want you to teach me, I can sing myself."

Boss Liu didn't believe it, and said, "I'll listen to you sing a part?" Baishun said "Okay", and with a flick of his sleeves, he pretended to be Su San, and sang a paragraph of opera clearly and clearly. I was in a daze, and even said I was okay, and now I held Baishun's shoulders and looked carefully, as if I had discovered a new world: "Okay, okay, boy, you have a good face, you don't need makeup, you look like a woman, and you put on makeup , is simply a fairy descending to earth..." Bai Shun laughed: "Boss Liu, do you want me all the time?"

Boss Liu rubbed his hands with joy, and said again and again: "Yes, yes, for your voice, this appearance, you are born to sing Tsing Yi!" Boss Liu immediately went to Yuhuan to discuss and asked Baishun to learn opera in the troupe. When he went there, Boss Liu was very confident, thinking that he was a big celebrity in Tangji, and that the theater troupe was famous in and outside the province, and that Yuhuan would give him face. Unexpectedly, Yuhuan didn't give any face. As soon as Boss Liu entered the door and explained his intentions, Yuhuan immediately refused, saying that he had found a boxer for Baishun to let Baishun practice martial arts. Baishun immediately yelled at Yuhuan: "Sister, if you want to learn boxing, go learn it, I won't learn it!" Boss Liu also said: "Yuhuan, you are really messing around! Baishun is born to be an opera talent. You don't let him learn opera, but you want him to practice martial arts. I am afraid that if he is not good at martial arts, he will use his talent for singing. It's ruined." Yuhuan said indifferently: "Boss Liu, I know your kindness in cultivating Baishun, but Baishun is a big man, not a girl. If Baishun is a girl, I won't stop me from learning opera with you. He is a girl." A big man can't study drama, he has to practice martial arts, so he can do something in the future." Boss Liu didn't know Baishun's background, and it was inconvenient for Yuhuan to tell Boss Liu the scene at Xihe Station, so Boss Liu was confused. Boss Liu still insisted on his idea and asked Yuhuan to think again. Yuhuan said: "Don't think about it anymore, Baishun is my brother and I'm in charge." For the first time, Baishun had a sense of resistance, and turned against Yuhuan in front of Boss Liu: "I don't want you to be my family, you are my sister, not my father!" Yuhuan stomped her foot: "You don't have a father anymore!" After being stunned for a moment, Yuhuan added meaningfully: "It's because you don't have a father that...you can't learn opera!" Boss Liu didn't understand this, but Baishun did. Baishun wilted like a melon beaten by frost. However, on the way to send Boss Liu back to the troupe, Baishun grabbed Boss Liu's skirt and knelt down, asking Boss Liu to secretly accept him as an apprentice. Boss Liu still had illusions at that time, thinking that Baishun would grow up, and one day he would be able to be his own home, so he took Baishun in, and asked Baishun to avoid Yuhuan and come to the troupe often. Keep your voice upright, and at the same time, straighten your tricks. Facing the vast moon and stars in the night sky, Boss Liu held Baishun's pink chin, and said again with certainty: "Baishun, remember my words: if you sing Tsing Yi, you can become popular, it's not Xiaohong, it's Dahong, Maybe it will become popular all over our province and the whole country..." With tears in his eyes, Baishun said: "Master, in the future, I... I really want to be famous, even if I am in the ends of the world, I have to go back to Tangji to thank my master..." From then on, Baishun's soul was completely taken away by the joke. However, Baishun had to go against his will to practice martial arts, because his sister is too good. So, while dealing with his sister and his martial arts master Lao Ji, Baishun secretly soaked in the troupe of Boss Dong Liu in Tangji Town and drank his voice.Sometimes at home, I played with Deputy Brigadier Tang and Mrs. Tang who were playing tickets. Deputy Brigadier Tang and Baishun play against each other not only because he likes to sing, but also to restrain Yuhuan. Seeing Yuhuan forcing Baishun to practice martial arts, Deputy Brigadier Tang immediately guessed what Yuhuan was thinking and became uneasy.In his spare time, Deputy Brigadier Tang persuaded Yuhuan tactfully, saying that the earthen pot could not escape the well's destruction, and the general would inevitably die in battle.Those of us who eat food and play with guns will never have good results. We kill ourselves, and we are worried about being killed. Whether we kill someone or be killed, it is fate. Yuhuan heard the voice of Deputy Brigadier Tang's words, and continued: "Uncle Tang, this life must be fair! If my father was killed on the battlefield, I have no complaints. But Uncle Tang, you know, Zhang Tianxin killed my father after he was captured!" Deputy Brigadier Tang sighed and said, "That's all in the past, what are you always thinking about?" Yuhuan said: "Can I not want to? It was my father who was killed! I have to ask Baishun to avenge my father." Deputy Brigadier Tang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yuhuan, don't be stubborn, I can see that Baishun is not born to practice martial arts, but he is really good at singing! Since he is fascinated by theater, he should let it go." It would be good for him to learn opera if he likes it, I'm afraid he won't be able to get it if he is hard-trained." Yuhuan didn't believe it, and vowed to teach Baishun out. One evening, after Baishun had a quick meal, he wanted to sneak into the troupe, but Yuhuan noticed him. Yuhuan put down his job and followed Baishun out of the house. At the gate, Yuhuan stopped Baishun with a livid face, and asked Baishun, "Where are you going?" Baishun smiled and said, "Go for a walk." Yuhuan snorted: "Will you go to the troupe?" Baishun fell silent. Yuhuan sighed, and asked again: "Baishun, do you want a sister, or do you want to sing?" Bai Shun said, "I want a sister, and I want to sing." Yuhuan shook her head: "No, I can only have one." Baishun grinned, trying to laugh away the problem. Seeing the dimples on his younger brother's cheeks, Yuhuan seemed to smell a woman's makeup, and became even more angry: "Say it!" Baishun asked: "Sister, do you want me to speak my mind?" Yuhuan said, "Speak from your heart." Baishun said seriously: "I...I want to sing, when the gongs and drums sound, I...my blood will be hot." Yuhuan asked tremblingly, "You really don't want my sister anymore?" Baishun smiled with dimples again: "I don't want a sister, someone will eventually want a sister..." Yuhuan held back the tears she was about to shed, and slapped Baishun, and said angrily, "You don't want me as a sister, you don't want my father! From now on, if you dare to run into Boss Liu's troupe, I... I'll just bump my head to death in front of you!" Under the rage of her sister, Baishun was too frightened to breathe, so she had to agree not to go to the troupe again. Although he agreed, Baishun still couldn't control himself. Not long after, he sneaked to the troupe again. Yuhuan was so angry that he really wanted to end his life with a strand of red silk. Boxer Lao Ji persuaded Yuhuan, saying it was not worth it. Unlike Deputy Brigadier Tang, Lao Ji attaches great importance to Yuhuan's bloodiness. Old Ji asked: "Miss, do you really want your brother to practice kung fu?" Yuhuan said: "Does that matter? I'll let him learn from you today, and I'll let him serve as a soldier next year." Old Ji said: "Okay, then you can't commit suicide, you have to give him up and let him suffer first." Yuhuan was very discouraged: "I don't think he can bear the hardship." Lao Ji said: "Everyone is a scum, there is no suffering that cannot be endured." Yuhuan asked, "What are you going to do?" Old Ji said: "It's easy to handle, just beat me with one word!" Yuhuan's heart darkened: "Go and beat him up, beat him hard, you have to say that I made him beat him up, and if you want to hate him, let him hate me." Lao Ji didn't lie, he was really beaten. That day, Lao Ji took Baishun and several other apprentices to practice in the backyard. Baishun heard the creaking huqin sound in front of the Laolong Temple, and couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy, and looked back. Lao Ji caught the ball, and he punched Baishun with his head and face. Baishun was stunned by the beating, he didn't even know how to parry and dodge, and he was beaten there abruptly. Old Ji scolded: "Boy, fight back!" Baishun cried on the ground, begging for mercy while crying. In a fit of anger, Lao Ji struck even harder, lifting Baishun up and down, and picking it up again after falling down, just like playing with a cloth bag filled with loose straw. Yuhuan watched from the back window, worried, she didn't expect Lao Ji to play such a black hand, she was really afraid that Lao Ji would be so violent that he would miss and beat Baishun to death. Deputy brigade commander Tang saw him and wanted to persuade him, saying, "This... this will hurt Baishun..." Yuhuan hardened her heart and stopped Deputy Brigadier Tang, and said: "Uncle Tang, don't worry, he...he is not a girl, he...he is a big man, so he has to look like a big man! Today he If you don't get beaten by your own master, you will be happy to suffer...be beaten by others." Deputy Brigadier Tang had no choice but to leave with a sigh. He walked to the door of the main room and said, "Yuhuan, you look like your father, but Baishun doesn't. No matter how hard you beat him, you don't look like him." Yuhuan's heart was really cold, as if she had been beaten. ... Unexpectedly, he was really beaten that night. Baishun beat her up. Baishun came back with a bruised nose and swollen face, no tears left on his face.After entering the door, he didn't yell at sister as warmly as usual, but stumbled to the front of the closet to look in the mirror, probably the horror in the mirror stimulated him, he screamed strangely like a wolf, rushed to Yuhuan, and slapped Yuhuan on the face. Yuhuan covered her face and staggered back, Baishun rushed forward again, beating and cursing. At first Yuhuan just hid, explaining while hiding, but later saw that Baishun was mad and unwilling to let go, so she hastily fought back. As soon as Yuhuan fought back, Baishun became more brave and remembered all the moves he had forgotten in front of his master Lao Ji. He punched his left and kicked his right very neatly until his sister was beaten to the ground and there was no way to fight back. Only then did he stop. Yuhuan bowed on the ground and wept. Baishun said: "Why are you crying? You asked for it yourself! You let me learn boxing, and you let Lao Ji beat me up! I want you to taste what it feels like to be beaten." Yuhuan said: "I...I know, I...I deserve it." Baishun was proud: "It's good to know, today I'll make it clear for you, don't think that I'm still a child, I'm not anymore, I will beat people if I get in a hurry! Men are bloody!" Yuhuan smiled with tears in her eyes, and said: "Okay, just beat me like this, I hope you have this blood! If you have this blood, my sister's hard work will not be in vain!" Baishun was stunned: "Sister, you... what do you mean?" Enduring the pain all over her body, Yuhuan stood up and said: "Sister, what you mean is that you look like a man, and our father can rest in peace under the Nine Springs..." It was only then that Baishun knew that his sister was willing to be beaten by him, and he felt both ashamed and ashamed. The sense of heroism just now was gone, and he just felt dizzy in the head, and his whole body had no strength. The pain and soreness bestowed by Lao Ji's fists and feet broke out at the right time, his body softened, and fell to the ground like dough, Baishun kept calling for his sister, and Shui Lingling's eyes were covered with Shui Lingling's tears again.