当我走过去时,我仍然全神贯注地想着二叔.我走到他身边,喊道:"爷爷!这一次,苏大壮用鼻音"嗯"回应,这个声音是如此出乎意料,却又很可爱,我感到非常荣幸.他迅速打开门,欢迎我进去.我用灵视观察他的气场正常,五官看起来还不错,只是眼睛充血——清楚地表明他已经好几天没有好好休息了.由于我的灵视没有透露更多,我小心翼翼地问道:"爷爷,你遇到了什么麻烦吗?"为什么不告诉我怎么回事?"苏大壮的目光颤抖,语气变得烦躁."我能有什么麻烦?上次的那些符箓再给我两个就行了!"说着,他把三万块钱砸在桌子上.我已经把给二叔的符箓留在店里了.但如果我们一直以这样的速度使用它们,即使是二十个,也会很快耗尽.我不会把它们卖给别人的.我不会把它们卖给别人的.苏大壮见我犹豫不决,催促道:"快点!他似乎等不及了.我没有再多说什么;相反,我去了储藏室,为他取了四个符箓.我还没来得及再说一句话,他就抓起符子转身离开了.黄九俯身问道:"我派一些走狗跟着他,照看事情好吗?短暂的犹豫后,我点了点头.我不怕大多数人——但我确实担心崂山或龙虎山的人会针对我身边的人.黄九立刻走进了内屋.我曾想叫二叔,但决定不这样做.他躲避黄九的事实表明,两人的关系很紧张;两个头脑发热的人在一起,灾难是不可避免的.最好还是让黄九派一些手下暂时跟着他.
我花了一整个上午沐浴在阳光下,中午我终于关了店,打包了一些"平价美食"带回家.小翠换上苏怡美阿姨给她买的百褶裙,像个小仙女一样在客厅里闲逛.虽然她的头脑不是最敏锐的,但她的笑容却令人眼花缭乱.现在黄仙儿陪在身边,心里安心多了.当然,也许小翠本人就是一个令人敬畏的人——否则,她不会在黄仙儿,黄九甚至二叔身上激发出这样的崇敬.然而,我从来没有真正见过她的行动,所以看着她看起来如此无害,我把她当作一个普通人来温柔地照顾.
我把二叔给我的十万块钱全部交给了黄仙儿.在城市生活中,金钱是必不可少的.再说了,那笔钱的一部分也属于黄九.黄仙儿并没有忽视财务;如果我像个守财奴一样吝啬,那么事情失控时只会看起来很糟糕.此外,我向他们承诺,从现在开始,我们都会成为一个家庭.
午饭时,小崔吃得不多——笨拙地在嘴上涂上油脂.我差点忘了吃东西,因为我不断地用纸巾擦她的嘴.用餐结束时,我还没有吃一口,但感觉完全饱了——几乎就像我是 "一场视觉盛宴"而不是胃部的盛宴.黄仙儿在山里生活了多年,从来没有尝过这些城市的乐趣;她吃完一整只鸡才停止吃东西,然后用餐巾擦了擦嘴,说道:"李阳,记住,万大山既是背山,也是磁铁;让你的妻子在这里肯定会招来很多麻烦,所以要做好准备!我点点头.我已经为此准备了很长时间.等宋老罗回来,我就去跟他学点武功,然后赶紧掌握九字真咒.我用来和何小龙打架的版本只是表面的——它还没有达到它的真正本质.但即使是那些基本的技能也具有强大的力量.一旦完全掌握,它们将产生完全不同的结果.至于我体内的道气,俗话说:"拳头怕少,气怕老".这种能量是随着时间的推移而积累的——它不能急于求成,也不应该如此.
吃完午饭后,我懒洋洋地躺在沙发上,抚摸着小翠的手,片刻也不愿意离开她.但就在这时,电话不合时宜地响了起来.是二叔,说宋老罗回来了,我马上过去.我露出不悦的表情.然而,黄九却急于立即离开.因为一旦他到了家,不仅不能说话,而且必须保持彻底的沉默.如果不是看到他认真地迎合黄仙儿,我甚至可能都忘记了他的存在.我告诉小崔我要短暂地出去,然后吩咐黄娴儿,如果她觉得无聊,可以出去逛逛这座城市.到了该走的时候,小崔居然主动提出送我,这差点让我想回头回家.毕竟,如果我不学好真正的本事,等黄闲儿最终离开时,又能用什么来保护她呢?压抑着自己的不舍,我按下了电梯按钮.
Once outside, Huang Jiu let out a long sigh, "The air outside is much fresher."I held back a retort until I could no longer help but ask, "Huang Ge, since you don't like Sister Xian'er, why must you suffer so much?"Huang Jiu fell silent, and his silence stretched throughout the journey.It seemed there was a long story behind that silence.I didn't dare press him further, for fear of triggering more questions.
Having opened the door to the "Inquiry Shop," I left a note by the door with a contact number, and then headed to Song Laoluo's shop with Huang Jiu.Song Laoluo's storefront wasn't as large as ours—just over 30 square meters. A display of incense sticks, paper offerings, and small fire souvenirs adorned the entrance; inside was a T-shaped display cabinet holding various urns.Although the shop was small, there was a backyard where Song Laoluo typically crafted urns.Possibly due to his military background, the wood in the yard was arranged meticulously, making the modest space appear quite spacious.
Song Laoluo sat in a recliner, swaying as he asked me, "I heard from Li Er that you want to learn some self-defense techniques?"I nodded.Taking a sip of water, Song Laoluo said, "Martial arts are a means for killing—they aren't as graceful or aesthetically pleasing as you might imagine, and won't win you the admiration of little girls."I was at a loss for words. I wasn't learning this to show off; I was learning it to fight—perhaps even to kill.Besides, I'd heard those same words before.When Liu Changxuan fought, his limbs moved with such wild force—like a gorilla swinging its fists—undeniably ungraceful.Yet every punch he delivered struck precisely, cutting off my escape routes.Song Laoluo pulled a cigarette from his case. I quickly grabbed a lighter from beside him and lit it for him.After drawing a long drag, Song Laoluo said, "Tell me about the time you fought someone!"I pulled up a small stool and sat beside him, recounting every detail of my battle with Liu Changxuan.After he finished his cigarette, Song Laoluo stood up, found a round log, and placed it on the ground. Then he set a wooden plank on top of it for me to stand on.My face darkened—was this some kind of circus act, like a big black bear performing on a log?It would have suited Huang Jiu better, I thought.I couldn't help but protest, "Grandpa Song, I want to learn martial arts—not acrobatics on a wooden cylinder."Seeing my discontent, Song Laoluo's expression turned stern as he said, "I'm training you out of courtesy to Li Er. If you don't want to learn, then get out of my sight—don't waste my time."The old man was famously hot-tempered.I grimaced; not wanting to make Second Uncle's situation harder and feeling a bit indignant, I removed my jacket and clambered onto the plank, saying, "It's just a wooden cylinder—what's so hard about it?"Song Laoluo snorted disdainfully, "Not hard? Today, if you cannot keep your balance up here, don't even think about coming back."In my youthful hubris, I thought, "This is nothing—I'll not only stand on it, I'll roll along with it," and I agreed eagerly.But the moment I stepped up, a heavy dread settled in my heart.