C14 A Real Man

That elegant figure, those sharp legs, they were constantly stimulating that big beauty Ke. Her small eyes were wide open in fear of missing any interesting moments, and her actions and martial arts skills were far more powerful than those blind martial arts celebrities who were shooting movies to trick others. Watching this, the Little Demoness didn't even forget to clap her hands to cheer for them.

If he wanted to kill them, then maybe the people lying on the ground now were not people who could still cry for their parents. Eight of them, Brother Cheng, had broken eight legs; Brother Cheng was among them, but Brother Cheng was standing while they were lying on the ground, "Listen carefully, you guys kicked Aunt Zhao and I'll break one of your legs! "If you guys dare to cause trouble again in the future, it will not be as simple as one leg. I don't like to kill people the most, but I can also kill two from time to time!" Cheng stood there and said loudly to the little hoodlum who was wailing on the ground.

"Get out of my sight before I change my mind!" Cheng looked at the group of people lying on the ground and cursed.

Hearing their brother's words, the hoodlums quickly dropped one leg to the ground and dragged the other leg deep into the street. They also turned back from time to time to see if Brother Cheng had changed his mind and caught up with them before beating them up.

At this moment, Ke Mengxuan walked up to the middle-aged woman and asked with concern, "Aunt Zhao, are you alright?"

"Ai, I'm fine. It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to set up this stall in the future …" The middle-aged woman sighed as she held onto her stomach that had just been ruthlessly kicked by a chicken head.

"Why? "Why can't I just leave it be?" Ke Mengxuan asked puzzledly.

Don't forget that those hooligans are the real hooligans of this area. It's fine for you to leave after killing them, but Uncle Huang, Aunt Zhao and the others still have to do business and set up stalls. Can those hooligans let them go? " Brother Cheng looked at her in disdain.

"Ugh …" Didn't you beat me up as well? And you fought so viciously, how dare you say so about me! " Being lectured by Brother Cheng, the little demoness retorted unhappily.

"I hit them too, if I don't save you, you can still stand here and talk back. Since you beat them up, you'll have to scare them, or else he'll think you're cowardly and bully you even more!" Brother Cheng looked at the little demoness and taught her a lesson, the disdain in his eyes deepened.

Hearing her brother's words, Ke Mengxuan felt that it was the same. She realized that she had been too impulsive and had been too involved in the pursuit of chivalry. She did not expect to get into even more trouble, so she asked timidly, "T-then what do we do?"

Huang Zihao, who had been silent all this time, held his wife with one hand and clenched his fist with the other, said, "Little Xuan, thank you two for your help. If it wasn't for the two of you being implicated, I would have started a fight a long time ago, and I haven't earned enough money for a month. Actually, I'm not your Uncle Xiong, Uncle Huang was a man who was not afraid of death when he was a soldier before. "It's just that once a man gets home, he misgivings more. Ai …

After hearing Huang Zihao's words, especially that last helpless sigh, Brother Cheng suddenly felt like crying. He was a man, he had once seen his comrade killed by an enemy but unable to save him.

He looked at Huang Zihao's bloodshot, moist eyes. Brother Cheng felt that he had to help this real man, because this was his responsibility as a veteran who had protected this land with his blood. He could understand, and he knew, the pain of a man watching his woman get beaten but unable to do anything for a living. It was better to kill him.

What's the matter with men? He thought hard until one day he read Salinger's "The Watcher in the Wheat Field," in which there was a sentence still etched in his mind that said, "The mark of an immature man is that he is willing to die valiantly for a cause, and the mark of a mature man is that he is willing to live for a cause." And this soldier who lives for his wife and children is the real man, and he doesn't know what others think, anyway.

"Uncle Huang, everything's fine. Keep setting up your stall in the future. This is my phone number. If you need anything, just call me. Remember, I'm also a veteran." We once bled for this land, but at this moment, we were bullied by the citizens we protected with our lives. This is a matter of justice, since this is unfair, I will interfere! "You have a wife and children, so don't make a move. Let me do it, I'm a bachelor, I'm not afraid of anything!" "Brother Cheng handed the handwritten phone number to Huang Zihao.

Huang Zihao, who was supporting his wife, listened to his brother, and this iron man could no longer hold himself back. Huang Zihao, who was supporting his wife, could no longer hold himself back, as he had been out of the army for more than twenty years, and no matter how tired he was, he had never shed a single tear. However, the words of this twenty-something year old youngster in front of him had reached the depths of his heart.

"Thank you, brother!" Taking the note from Brother Cheng, Huang Zihao held his brother's hand tightly, refusing to let go for a long time. This kind of relationship could only be understood by men with true feelings. These four simple words contained the feeling of being able to die for him.

"Uncle Huang, I'm called Wang Er Cheng, from now on you can call me Cheng Er, but remember you and I are both soldiers, we are family!" After saying that, Brother Cheng straightened his body and gave Huang Zihao a military salute.

"My name is Huang Zihao, the former Chinese People's Liberation Army's Seventh Field Army, Third Battalion, Third Battalion, Second Company, Third Squad, Third Squadron, Second Platoon, Squadron, Squadron!" Saying this, he gave a serious salute, the first salute ever given to Huang Zihao after he left the army.

This veteran with white hair on his sideburns looked like a sculpture in Brother Cheng's eyes. This sculpture had a name, Eternal Monument. Yes, an old soldier was qualified to stand as a man's monument.

Looking at the two men's mutual appreciation and hatred towards each other, Ke Mengxuan was deeply moved. Although she couldn't truly understand the brotherly love between men, she knew that tears and eyes would never lie.

After what had happened, business could no longer carry on. Brother Cheng helped tidy up the stall and watched as Huang Zihao and his wife pulled the cart full of chairs into the alley. There was a sense of exhaustion, helplessness, and sadness in their fading backs.

Only when his back disappeared in the twilight did Brother Cheng leave with the little demoness, walking towards the supermarket so that those hooligans could make a ruckus. They couldn't even finish their meal.

He was almost thirty years old, yet he could still cry. He was also a soldier, and he was moved by the scene just now. Although he had not experienced Huang Zihao's desolation, he was still a man, and from the bottom of his heart, he admired Huang Zihao, admired that he was a real man, a real man.

Seeing Brother Cheng's reaction, Ke Yong, who was still worried about his sister staying with him and following them, felt relieved. He firmly believed that such a man wouldn't harm his sister. So he started his SUV and disappeared into the twilight.

"Hey, who did you learn kung fu from? Why are you so amazing?" The little demoness behind Brother Cheng asked.

"Self-taught, is he good? "I guess so." Brother Cheng said with a smile.

"Keep bragging, but honestly speaking, you're pretty amazing. I didn't know you weren't good-looking, but fighting is pretty cool …" Ke Mengxuan looked at Brother Cheng and said.

"Heh heh, young miss, are you praising me or criticizing me? I'm telling you, you think that I want to look like this, but this is natural, no matter if it's beauty or ugliness, you don't have the qualifications to show off and feel inferior, and you think that I really want to fight, I wish that I would never fight, and that everyone in the world can get along harmoniously. " After hearing what Ke Mengxuan had to say, Brother Cheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Sometimes he was a little silly, and sometimes his words were so philosophical and impeccable. Sometimes he said he was a laborer, barely twenty-one years old, but sometimes he felt like he was very old inside, as if he had been through many vicissitudes in the world. What kind of man was he? Ke Mengxuan had an uncontrollable curiosity.

After they went in, the little witch was the first to run to the grocery store and buy a big bag of snacks before going to the vegetable store. In fact, she had come here once before and thought it was pretty simple when she saw her mother frying vegetables. She then poured oil into the wok and bought a big bag of dishes she liked to eat when she came out to live by herself. She went back to the kitchen and sliced the vegetables into the shape of her mother's dishes. It was time to eat.

"Do you know how to cook?" Ke Mengxuan still couldn't believe that Brother Cheng could not cook. She thought that even such a 'smart and virtuous' girl like her couldn't cook. How could a man like you cook?!

"Hehe, why would I lie to you? Won't you know how to do it? Just try it when you get home later and you'll know!" Brother Cheng said with a smile.

The little demoness thought that was also the case, so she decided to believe you for the time being. She bought a bunch of dishes she liked to eat, and the way she looked at them made her drool, as if the dishes were already cooked right in front of her.

After a while, the two finished paying the bill. The little demoness slapped her forehead and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you what you like to eat!"

Brother Cheng thought that you reacted pretty quickly, you already paid the bill, why don't you ask again when you get home, but since you're not picky with food, you like everything, so he said, "I like all the things you bought, hurry and go home my young miss, it's already dark, I haven't even eaten lunch yet …"

As the two of them walked home, they gradually disappeared into the darkness …