1343: Chapter 654: Troubleso Imp_2 1343: Chapter 654: Troubleso Imp_2 Setting off fireworks and playing the suona when soone died had another aning in the countryside: it was to guide the deceased.
They led the soul ho or to ascend to heaven, telling them we were all there, accompanying them on their last journey, giving the deceased peace of mind—when soone died away from ho, and their family brought them back, they would set off fireworks at bridges or crossroads to signify this.
Of course, setting off fireworks and playing the suona also ant to inform the surrounding lost souls and ghosts not to disturb our deceased loved one.
Since his father frequently played the suona to guide the dead, it caused so unfavorable influences.
So elders, sticking to old customs, suggested giving Yang Er Gou a an na—when Yang Er Gou was born, such a na was indeed quite rare.
It was better to err on the side of caution, as everyone who had a child wanted them to grow up healthy, especially since the Yang family had already experienced one child dying young.
Compared to raising a healthy child, a na was a trivial matter.
Also, because Yang Er Gou had a previously deceased sibling, his parents indulged him a bit more.
Moreover, his father often got jobs to play the suona, so their living conditions were sowhat better than other villagers who solely relied on farming.
As a result of this indulgence, the child turned out spoiled, barely managing to get pushed through to junior high, and yet he didn’t even finish before returning ho.
With such an educational level, it was unclear where his confidence ca from, thinking he could actually write a twenty-thousand-word reflection.
When Yang Er Gou woke up again in the middle of the night, he found it was already late, and everyone outside doing push-ups had gone back to rest.
He wanted to sleep as well but for so reason, his room didn’t even have bedding.
As he discovered he had no bedding, he also started to feel cold all over—sitting in a cold little room on a freezing night, he didn’t feel it when he just woke up, but in less than two minutes, he felt like all his clothes had moved far away from him.
“Soone!
Soone!” Hugging his arms and hopping, Yang Er Gou started shouting.
“What are you yelling for?
What’s up?” After shouting for a while, a young man wrapped in a padded jacket ca out from the next room.
“Why don’t I have a blanket?” Yang Er Gou was very annoyed.
“Oh!
Weren’t they all given out?” The young man who erged was still a bit confused, pausing before rembering.
“Oh, you are Yang Er Gou!
Wait, no, I should call you South Heaven Hero.
Your internal energy is so profound, precisely because there was a shortage of blankets, you ended up without one.”
“You…” Yang Er Gou was about to speak when he suddenly saw the young man holding sothing very dark that was sparking with electricity, and he imdiately held his tongue.
“What’s wrong with ?” the young man said, while his stun baton kept crackling.
“So, how many words have you written of that reflection you were supposed to write?
Show .”
“I wrote…
I haven’t started writing yet, I was planning to start tomorrow!” Yang Er Gou honestly replied, watching the young man brandishing the sparking stun baton with eagerness, he really didn’t dare to experience what being electrocuted felt like.
“If you haven’t written it yet, why aren’t you hurrying to write instead of waiting for tomorrow?
Are you looking for death?” the young man said as he approached, thrusting the stun baton through the iron bars of the window.
Yang Er Gou hastily backed away: “Aren’t we not supposed to use corporal punishnt?”
“That’s during the day when there are people around.
Now there’s no one, and you’re disturbing our sleep in the middle of the night.
If I don’t electrify you a couple of tis, how will you learn?” the young man said self-righteously—he was a mber of a civil defense unit, the newest one at that, otherwise, he wouldn’t have to get up at every shout!
Coming out of a warm quilt in the freezing cold put anyone in a bad mood, and even Yang Er Gou felt the young man had a point.
Seeing Yang Er Gou dodge so far away that he couldn’t be reached, the young man grew even more irritated, “Co here, let shock you once and it’ll be over, otherwise I’ll still co looking for trouble with you.”
Yang Er Gou firmly refused to go over.
Since it was midnight and no one was around, he wasn’t afraid of losing face, standing inside the small window, he pleaded softly, “Big brother, I was wrong, okay?
If I go out later, I’ll treat you to a drink…”
“Ptui!” the young man said disdainfully.
“You even dare to threaten Boss Yan’s people, I’d be damned to go drink with you.
You think you’re aweso, even Boss Yan isn’t called Yan Nantian, yet a gambling addict like you dares to call him ‘South Heaven’.
Aren’t you afraid that South Heaven Hero Yan might split you with a sword in the middle of the night?
Just co over here, let try this shocker, and I’ll go back to sleep.
Hurry up, I haven’t even tried this thing since I bought it!”
Hearing this, Yang Er Gou backed away a few more steps, damning this untested thing he wanted to try on him.
What if it shocked sothing serious?
Not to ntion finding soone to argue with, the real fear was that he might not even be able to speak at that mont.
But he really didn’t dare do anything, only able to plead, “Big brother, I was wrong.
I shouldn’t have disturbed your sleep.
I apologize to you…”
The two of them were at a stalemate for a while, and the young man probably felt a bit cold.
Holding the electric baton, he cursed and prepared to leave, “Fine, you won’t co over, right?
Then you better hurry up and pray to all gods, hoping the station chief doesn’t leave ho tomorrow.”
What does it an whether the station chief goes out or not?
Well, there’s a difference.
If the station chief is around, everyone behaves and follows rules.
If not, haha, when the cat’s away, the mice will play.
What’s to stop anyone from doing whatever they want?
Yang Er Gou was initially stunned, but after understanding, he was frightened and almost started crying, “Big brother, don’t go, I was really wrong.
I’ll pour you a drink to make ands.
I’ll give you money…”
“You still want to harm , I’m not falling for your tricks.
Just say whether you’re coming over or not?” the young man furiously said—taking your money and then you tell the chief tomorrow, I’d be damned to lose my job, isn’t this harming ?
Besides, do you even have money now?
“Can I write a self-criticism, would that work?” Yang Er Gou said with a mournful face.
“Big brother, I really didn’t an it…”
The warmth the young man had brought from the bed had almost dissipated, and it was truly cold at night; feeling too lazy to argue further, he thought for a mont and said, “Alright, write a self-criticism first, and give it to secretly tomorrow.
Don’t let anyone else know, alright?
If it’s not profound enough, I’ll co get you when I’m on duty!”
Yang Er Gou nodded as if granted amnesty, “Okay, don’t worry big brother, I’ll write it now…”
Satisfied, the young man wrapped his coat around himself and went off to sleep triumphantly, leaving Yang Er Gou to grab a pen and stare blankly at the clean white paper streaked with red lines, muttering after a long while, “This is really what they an by ‘it’s easier to et the King of Hell than the little demons’, and I’ve still got no clue how I’ll write these 20,000 characters…”
But unbeknownst to the young man who returned to the next room and climbed into bed, he couldn’t help chuckling and bragging, “How about that, guys, am I not skilled?
I made that guy write a self-criticism first.
If he’s not being good tomorrow, whoever’s on night duty will make him write another one.”
Those on night duty weren’t sleeping soundly, and a half-awake person responded groggily, “Go to sleep already, we have plenty of ti to handle that kid.
We’re not afraid of straightening him out.
Later, even if the chief doesn’t say anything, Boss Yan might complain that we’re not handling things well!”
Once the police station quieted down again, no one noticed that while the young man and Yang Er Gou were ‘negotiating’, a small black bird had flown a large circle in the night sky, then landed on a rooftop near the two n.
After hearing the young man’s conversation with his roommate inside the house, the black bird looked regretfully towards Yang Er Gou’s room and flapped its wings to fly away.
Inside the house, Yang Er Gou was still unaware that although he needed to write more self-criticisms, he had actually avoided a disaster.
Otherwise, he might have had to experience an escape tonight, possibly getting his legs broken before being caught again.
Threatening a person in front of Boss Yan, although the one doing it was sowhat absurd, could be chalked up to not really understanding things.
But it didn’t matter, Boss Yan was always willing to help others, eager to make them understand a bit more—what’s the big deal with being a big boss during the day, unable to do anything without restrictions, and not being able to do sothing he wanted at night!
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