Chapter 8: Guerrilla (3)

"Brother Fu, you never said that there is such a thing as going home on a blind date, this time you have to tell me what is going on." Ms. Zhou Shiming smiled for the first time when she looked at Mo Di's manuscript, this is really a secret, she has never heard Mo Di say, thirty-five years after the Republic of China, she once lived in Mo Di's hometown of Shoucheng, Guangxi for a period of time, and she did not hear anyone tell her about such a thing.

"Is the woman pretty?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

"Why didn't you marry her?" Mrs. Zhou asked again.

"Is she your original partner, and I'm the second?" Mrs. Zhou asked three times, women, are always very interested in this kind of thing.

Mo Di laughed: "You are the boss, there has never been a second or third child, there is only one woman in my life, and that is you." ”

Mrs. Zhou smiled proudly.

Walking on the well-paved path, Mo Di and Mrs. Chow walked side by side, their lives became more and more formalized, and after dinner they would walk from the hillside in front of the house to Victoria Bay, take a short walk by the sea, and then slowly walk back to their hut. Once, when they were taking a walk, they encountered a robbery, and the two of them rummaged through all the pockets on their bodies, and only found less than five Hong Kong dollars, which made the robbers very disappointed. There were two gangsters who were angry, and they moved their hands and feet against Mrs. Zhou, and they were beaten to the ground by Mo Ji with three punches and two kicks. After Mo Di returned home, because of his excessive hands, he actually had back pain, like a minor illness. In a fit of anger, he found Tang Ruru and asked for a southern sixteen pistol, which he usually kept at home and took with him when he walked in the evening.

Mo Di is small, the older he gets, the younger he gets, the fifty-year-old Mo Di, thin to only a handful of bones, trousers and shirts are worn on his body, empty, in order to cover up the pistol he is carrying, Mo Di has to add a horse clip, wearing a horse clip on a hot day, indescribably awkward. Under his feet is a pair of cloth shoes, a pair of cloth shoes made by Mrs. Zhou's own hands, with a thin layer of wheel tires nailed to the sole, walking on the road, light and steady.

"The day I got home, I saw that woman, and it was the only time I saw that woman." Mo Di's words attracted Zhou Shiming's attention.

"It was a country girl, and when she saw me go back, she was a guard and a soldier, riding a tall horse, with a pistol on her waist, and she was scared half to death at first." Mo Di said: "After further inquiry, this woman is also a master who does not see rabbits and does not scatter eagles, and her purpose is very clear. Her father used to be a member of the Guibei branch of the Communist Party, and was arrested in the 24th year of the Republic of China, and I don't know why, after the 36th year of the Republic of China, the KMT and the CCP released all the political prisoners, but he has never been released. After inquiring, I learned that as early as the 25th year of the Republic of China, the Communist Party had already expelled him. The Communist Party didn't care about him, and the Kuomintang didn't dare to let him go, so it dragged on like this, and I don't know who came up with the idea to let his daughter marry me and get her father out through my connections. As soon as I heard it, I was happy, I used to hide as far as I wanted from this kind of doctrine, where did I dare to move forward, and quickly let my family go back to this family business. ”

"Is the woman pretty?" Mrs. Zhou's heart was uplifted.

"I took a look at it from afar, it should be not bad, it's been too long, I forgot." Mo Di smiled and said, "If I had married her at that time, I would have nothing to do with you later." ”

"Humph! Don't you dare! Mrs. Zhou said very unreasonably.

"Hahahaha." Mo Enemy laughed, there have been many lectures over the years, and his voice has become louder and louder.

"Stop, laugh at your mother!" A strange scream suddenly came from beside him. Mo Di followed the prestige, and it was the same two gangsters from the last time, with bandages on their heads and their right hands hanging over their shoulders, pointing to the two of them and talking to another tall man. It was the tall man who shouted at him. The tall man is not an original local at first glance, it should be a combination of a local woman and an Indian Ah San, with black skin and thick mouth, big eyes and thick eyebrows, like those ancient and strange King Kong in the Buddhist temple. Hong Kong, the British have been in business for many years, and many people from India have been brought in to play the role of police guards and guards, these people, with low status and no status, often marry some local Chinese girls as wives, giving birth to mixed descendants of Chinese and Indian Ah San, tall and thick, with thick flesh and skin, and the image of Kunlun slaves. The one in front of him is this kind of Kunlun slave.

I saw the tall man wrinkling his upper lip, his tongue sticking out and adding a circle around his lips, approaching Mo Di and looking up and down, looking at Mo Di's three-inch figure, he looked back at the two younger brothers a little incomprehensibly, and was beaten like this by such a thin half-old man, I really couldn't believe it.

"Old man, the person who beat me last time, how do you want to end it?" The tall man said.

"Hehehehehe! This really stopped me. Mo Di laughed: "Lao Tzu killed people like hemp in the first ten years, hurt countless people, and never thought about how to end it." ”

The tall man glanced at Mo Di in disbelief, the corners of his mouth flattened, and said, "Don't talk to Lao Tzu here, I think at the beginning, ten years ago, and now it is ten years later." Let's say, whether to lose money or break hands. ”

Mo Di didn't speak, I think it's funny, I haven't encountered this kind of thing in a few days, I feel very exciting, the last time two gangsters were too vegetable, and they didn't move their muscles and bones to finish the thing, and today this, it looks like it should be stronger. The enemy has no fear, and there is a southern sixteen in the horse clip, if you really can't fight it, it is a big deal to use a gun, as long as you pull out the gun, this kind of gangster, one person can eliminate a company.

Mo Di was not in a hurry, Mrs. Zhou on the side was in a hurry, walked up to the tall man, and said: "You guys go quickly, our family, you can't afford to provoke, he has played with knives and guns for half his life, and he will hurt you again if he accidentally hurts you." ”

The tall man is happy, just with such a small person, he can twist to death with one hand, and he can hurt himself. However, as soon as he heard the woman's words, the tall man also understood that the veteran in front of him was a veteran who had retreated from the mainland, and after being defeated by the communist army, he could not enter Taiwan or go to a foreign country, so he could only live a life under the fence in Hong Kong. If there were soldiers under his command back then, these people were all heroes, and now they are all bare, and they are still old, and then they want to be scary by remembering the past, especially to scare these locals who were born and raised in Hong Kong and Kowloon, that would be a joke.

Mo Di knew that the person in front of him would definitely not stop if he didn't suffer a little, so he took a step forward, pulled Mrs. Zhou behind him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Get out of here, don't let me make a move, get out!" ”

The two bandaged ones took a few steps back, they had seen the invincible means, they were indeed lightning fast, they said to fight, and a hit would be fatal, the last time they saw the opportunity to run early, and they were afraid of hurting more if they ran slowly.

The tall man rushed towards Mo Di with a fist the size of a bowl, rushed to the front, stopped with one foot, and his eyes were wide open. He clearly saw that less than twenty centimeters in front of him, the muzzle of a gun was flashing with blue light. Mo Di's right index finger was piercing the trigger, pushing it in.

As soon as his body was weak, the tall man knelt on the ground on the spot, raised his hands high, and shouted for mercy. The two thugs in the distance were also so frightened that the three souls disappeared. The two of them had seen the invincible methods, and knew that this person would not show mercy, and if he had a gun in his hand, he would never use it. The two thugs exchanged glances, suddenly rushed forward, took out a handful of lime from each of their arms, and sprinkled it on Mo Di's face. Taking advantage of the whiteness in front of Mo Di, the two thugs picked up the tall man and fled quickly.

Mo Di only felt a white blank in front of him, followed by a piercing pain in his eyes, a choking smell rushed to his lungs, and a heart-rending cough rushed out of his mouth. With his previous memory, he fired three shots in the direction of the thugs' escape, threw the pistol far away, and sat down in pain. Mrs. Zhou helped Mo Di to smooth her chest again, and wiped the lime off her face with the handkerchief in her hand, she was in a hurry, her heart was angry and anxious, and tears flowed.

The gunfire did not hit the three thugs in the run, and scared the thugs out of the air, it turned out that this one really dared to shoot, ran fast, and soon disappeared without a trace. The gunfire attracted the patrol in the distance, and with the help of the patrol police, Mo Di was sent to the clinic at the bottom of the mountain, where he washed his eyes and inhaled oxygen. Mo Di was lying on the reception bed, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and only the violent cough brought out a trace of blood, which was even more dazzling and hideous.

After cleaning their eyes, Mo Di's eyes full of red silk could see the people in front of them again, the police left, they took the guns on the ground, and Mrs. Zhou told them that her husband and wife were walking and encountered a gangster fight, and they suffered from the pond fish. Someone proved that Mo Di's identity was a teacher in the national school, not a bad person, the patrol adopted this statement, took away the gun, and even said that Mo Di and his wife were lucky to survive the gang fight, but they were just sprinkled with lime, as for the gun, from the beginning to the end, the patrol police did not think that the owner was Mo Di.

Back home, Mo Di's cough still did not abate, in his memory, except for the last time in Shipai, it was this time that he coughed badly, if there was the third place, it was in Guilin, on December 29, 1938, in the bombing of Guilin by Japanese aircraft, the sky was full of dust, overwhelming, within five steps, there was no distinction between people and horses. The dust raised made Mo Di suffer, and there was no way to block the large strands of thick dust from drilling into his lungs with his sleeves, and the violent cough caused by Mo Di couldn't straighten his waist, and Zhang Yongfa's shopkeeper Zhang Xiangpu, who was sitting on the crescent moon tower drinking together, thought that Mo Di would not be able to breathe like this, and coughed to death directly.

It's late autumn, and the autumn colours of Hong Kong and Kowloon are the most boring colours, no different from midsummer, except that the greens are darker and the air is drier. Mo Di was lying in the courtyard, his face was sallow, he kept coughing like an aspirator, and he kept pumping his vitality, and after a few days, his body was obviously bad, and the fifty-year-old man actually had deep eye sockets.

"This is all thanks to the blessing of the Japanese poison gas bomb, I calculated, I have been poisoned by the Japanese poison gas three times in total, and I didn't die three times, which is considered a big fate, but this lung has long been riddled with holes." Mo Wei said to Tang Ruru, who came to visit him.

Tang Ruru is a few years older than Mo Enemy, but he looks much younger. The nose is red, full of potholes, in Hong Kong for ten years, this guy has never left his mouth and glass every day, and he really drank a standard rosacea.

"This lung of yours is a scourge of the poison gas of the Japanese, and one day, you will die in this lung." Tang Ruru said.

"Death is death, no eggs are so-called!" Mo Di smiled and said: "There are many Japanese who died in my hands, the so-called salute and worship, come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay back." When I was in the Nanyue tour cadre class, I met Ling Yunshang of the 84th Army, he was also put down by the Japanese poison gas, and his cough was even worse than mine, and he was still smoking at that time, and the more he coughed, the more fierce he smoked. ”

Tang Ruru nodded and said: "The Japanese poison gas has a great impact on people's bodies, as long as they have been hit by poison gas bombs, there are always some things wrong with their bodies more or less, I have seen more old brothers than you over the years, but most of them are not in good health, most of them are due to poison gas bombs." You have to take care of it, don't die a fucking young. ”

"Hehehehehe!" With a cough, Mo Di laughed: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, compared to the brothers who died on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, I have earned it in the past 20 years." At least I married a wife, and I lived to know the destiny of heaven, and I was content! ”

"I'd rather suffer in the world than be buried in the ground, I haven't lived enough!" Tang Ruru said: "Don't be too negative, Tianzong, I have already reported your situation, and the brothers are ready to raise a sum of money to send you to the Elizabeth Hospital system opened by the British for treatment, so that you can live for a few more years." ”

"Thank you, brothers, for bothering me, I have a rotten life, and I have lived one more day, all of which I stole from God. God has given enough, and if he can live any longer, it will be a gift from the brothers. Mo Di smiled: "But I can live a few more days, I am still willing." ”

Tang Ruru nodded, he knew Mo Di very well, people who were not afraid of death, were they still afraid of life!