Shuangxuetao "Martial Artist"

Dou Dou's father died when he was fifteen years old, and before that, he never thought that his father would die one day, but he really died that day. Dou Chongshi was the director of the Mukden Five Patriotic Art Museum, and at ten o'clock in the morning of December 22, 1932, he sat in the main hall of the martial arts hall waiting for a visit from a Japanese martial artist named Toshiro Hashimoto. Toshiro Hashimoto spent many years in China, and his main job was to compete with people everywhere, he used Japanese swordsmanship to enter boxing, practiced a set of left side boxing 24 hands, fighting like a cerebral thrombosis patient, half of his arm sank, one leg always dragged behind, his movements were crooked, his hands were reachable, and he almost never tasted defeat. The so-called right hand is the sword, the front is the way, the left hand is the rope, always hugging your ankle, as soon as you touch him, he will fall to the left, hit you with the shoulder and knock your knee, and then get up and stand behind you. Chinese boxers all called him Zuo Bianlang, and later Lang also went and directly called him Zuo Lang. The leftist does not belong to the left or the right in Japan, has neither a military background nor a civil organization to be loyal to the emperor, is an internationalist natural person, and comes to China for nothing other than to find someone to fight.

It was a little snowy the night before, and the two servants were slowly sweeping the snow with a sweep, and Dou Chongshi refilled some hot water in the teapot, looking at it, he felt a little lonely. Dou Dou's mother died early, and Dou Chongshi has not continued the strings, first, there is no time, and second, there are fewer and fewer people he can trust.

Dou Chongshi is a member of the Communist Party, but almost no one knows, even if he is a close friend of the boxer, he only knows that he is a talented boxer, it seems that he was born to practice boxing, and then opened a sect, then opened a museum to accept apprentices, and then died, and the mourning hall was full of wreaths sent by people from all walks of life. Dou Chongshi practiced Baguazhang plus Manchu wrestling, Baguazhang was inherited from his father, Tartar wrestling was learned from his mother, his mother was a Manchurian, memorized a set of wrestling formulas, and recited it to him, he has been pondering later, and has melted this set of wrestling techniques into the palm, so his Bagua palm is palm down, which is very different from the general double palm Chengtian. Baguazhang is already soft and entangled, and sometimes it becomes more difficult to get involved when you suddenly pull your clothes and stumble under your feet, so they all call him an old Fengtian saying, called Sticky Clip. Of course, this is his nickname when he was a child, and when he became famous in Fengtian, and even someone in Peking knew about him, he had already thrown off the nickname of Sticky Clip and called him Mr. Dou.

Dou Chongshi has never seen Lezuo, but the two have discussed some martial arts issues through letters in the past, and they are not considered to have a relationship, but only a relationship. Dou Chongshi hates Japan, to what extent? He hates all Japanese, good and bad, old and young, for course because of what the Japanese do in front of his eyes, and because he hates all uninvited people. But he knew that he couldn't fight, so he didn't show it and hid it deeply. He knows Japan martial arts very well, and he knows himself and his opponent, but if Japanese come to the door to fight, he will always treat them with tea and then refuse. Winning or losing doesn't look good. Secretly, he provided a venue for the organization to hold meetings and trained some assassin killers, but he never did it himself, because he had a family and a mouth, although he had a national hatred, he had no family hatred, and he could not commit a ban by force and risk his own life.

Dou Chongshi is a person with high emotional intelligence. In the correspondence, he knew that the left had a high level of martial arts cultivation and culture, and that he had a good reputation in China for so many years, and that he had to be forgiving and forgiving, and that he had not brought fatal harm to people, and that he was just a boxing idiot, but he never told him his true insight into martial arts. He talked from the way of Confucius and Mencius to the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, and from the martial arts to the intersection of Confucianism and Buddhism, but he did not talk about actual kung fu. This morning, he prepared tea and snacks, and also prepared a gift box of goubangzi roast chicken, sitting on the main hall of the master seat and waiting for the left, behind him is his own handwritten big characters, the left is the word "diluted", the right is "do not fight", including his and his son's names, in fact, Dou Dou's fight is to read the sound, which means that only a bucket of kung fu can be learned, and it can be.

Left at ten o'clock in the morning as scheduled, brought a boy, the boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, bald, extremely thin, wearing only a gray cloth coat in winter, Dou Chongshi thought he was coming alone, and saw that there was an entourage a little surprised, because there was no gift for others. On the left, he wears a dark blue Chinese cotton robe, a slight belly, a fox skin scarf around his neck, and high-waisted black cowhide leather boots, with a circle of white wool inside, which looks exactly like a well-to-do Chinese elder at first glance. After the two exchanged pleasantries, the left said in standard Chinese, Mr. Dou, I have long heard that you do not compete with the Japanese, and I deeply understand the bitterness, and you have gone around a lot of circles with me in the letter, and I can also understand it. So I'm not here today to fight with you, I only have one thing to do, I heard that you have a book of the sword book of the mountain shadow and a sword in your hand, which is our family's thing, and I want to take it back.

Dou Chongshi said, Mr. said with a smile, I am an ordinary Chinese boxer, how can I have your Japan sword pedigree? Left side said, Fujino Shaoza died five days ago in the alley near the South Market, he was an unscrupulous apprentice, stole this sword book from me and escaped, because he was a man in the military world, I couldn't do anything about him. This sword book records a set of evil swords, which is said to have been practiced by assassins, and after practice, it is said that a shadow figure can be generated, if it is a man, the shadow person is a woman, and if it is a woman, the shadow person is a man. The shadow man has a shape and no quality, silent, but can be used to sneak attack with a sword during a duel, every time he kills a person, the shadow man has a little master inner quality, and finally the master dies and the shadow man exists, and then the shadow man escapes into the vast world, and there is no way to identify, so we call it "shift". Our ancestors did not allow us to practice this transfer technique, but the sword spectrum has not been destroyed, because it is indeed a subtle martial art, and no one is willing to do it. I know that Brother Tai and the Communist Party have a very close relationship, and Fujino's death is somewhat related to you, and it's not a big deal, everyone has their own ambitions, and I'm just a descendant of the mountain shadow and a sword, and I must get this set of sword scores back. In exchange, I provided my brother with three hundred catties of precious medicinal materials, which my brother can use for his own use or with the same person, and the medicinal materials are now outside the gate, hoping that my brother will approve it.

Dou Chongshi took a short time to think, and it was rare in his life that there was such a moment of high-intensity thinking, and he knew that it was a big choice. The sword score was in his hand, he also looked at it, although there were pictures, but the important thing was the heart method, the heart method was all Japan characters, he couldn't understand it, and he didn't take it seriously, he didn't think that this was such an important book, thinking that it was just an apprentice who took it from the corpse, it seems that Fujino has not had time to practice, it's really dangerous. The person in front of him is bright and clear, and this thing is indeed a family heirloom, and it should be returned to others, but he is Japanese, if one day he comes back and passes this thing to the Japanese death squad or assassination group, it must be the Chinese who suffer. Moreover, once you admit it, it is equivalent to admitting your relationship with the organization, not that you don't want to be upright, but you really can't. Dou Chongshi said, what His Majesty said, it sounds like a fantasy to me, I have practiced martial arts all my life, in order to strengthen my body, to a large extent, I know heaven and earth, I don't believe what you said, and I have never seen this sword book. I am an ordinary citizen, I have never been interested in politics, and I have no connection with the Communist Party, and the first lesson of all my disciples is that I teach them what it means to be neither party nor group. The rumors stop at the wise, and the story of the gentleman can end here today.

After Dou Chongshi finished speaking, he raised his hand to look at the tea, and the boy who was sitting at the bottom left of the head suddenly jumped up, jumped to Dou Chongshi in two steps, reached out and grabbed his collar and said, Bring it! Dou Chongshi has been outside the pass for 20 years, and he has never let people raise their hands to grab the collar, and his movements are as fast as bullets. Dou Chongshi was not surprised, and did not take his wrist, but pointed his armpit with his body and palm, and said, Shaoxia drank tea. The young man flicked back, jumped out of two feet and stood still, and took out two short knives from his back, about one foot long and two inches wide. Dou Chongshi got up from his chair and said, I really didn't.

The young man deceived himself again, this time Dou Chongshi was prepared, avoiding the knife in his left hand, stretching out the palms of both hands to take his wrist down, his set of gossip palm techniques, as long as he touched the edge of his clothes, it would be difficult to get out. At this time, he only heard a shout from the left, don't make a pointless revenge! I saw that a woman of equal age suddenly appeared next to the young man, wearing a red jacket, combing two round buns, and also making double knives, rushing towards Dou Chongshi from the side, Dou Chongshi said, is there really witchcraft? He ducked backwards, but the boy had already turned behind him and cut off his head with a knife, and the woman giggled and kicked her head straight into the snowdrift on the edge of the yard.

When Dou Dou arrived home, his father was dead, and the murderer had fled, in addition to his father, an old man who wanted to intercept them had died, and he was pierced through two holes in the front heart by double knives. Two loads of medicinal herbs were placed at the door of the house, but no one could save them. The family road quickly fell, he was an only son, now his parents are dead, the family property is divided among several elderly relatives, and there is an uncle and sister-in-law who are better, and give him a gold bar, so that he can fend for himself. Dou Dou has had a little martial arts since elementary school, but he is not very interested, his interest lies in reading, Dou Chongshi also respects his choice, and does not force him to inherit the family learning, after all, there are still many apprentices to teach, and the way of martial arts, there is always danger, and it is not the mainstream of the new society after all. Another person present saw the contest and heard the conversation about the sword spectrum, but he didn't know much about it, and sometimes said that there were two people who came, and sometimes he said that it was three people

。 When he sold his property, he did not find this Japanese sword book in Dou Chongshi's collection, and the study room had been turned into a mess, thinking that someone had taken it away. Dou Dou weighed the current situation, it was no longer interesting in Fengtian, anyway, there was no home, it was the same everywhere, although he was in the midst of filial piety, he still packed his luggage and took the train to Beiping. There are many universities in Beiping, he wants to work and study, and in the future, he will rely on knowledge to eat, he is in the second year of high school in Fengtian, and he may be able to be admitted if he works hard.

After getting off the train from Beiping Railway Station, he bought a roasted sweet potato on the platform to eat, the sweet potato in winter was particularly sweet, and Dou Dou finished eating one and bought another one. He suddenly remembered his mother, whose memory was blurred, except that she always held a large flower bowl in her hand, which contained something for him to eat. In his memory, he took the initiative to talk to his father very rarely, his father called him closer, asked him about some schoolwork, and then pointed him out a few words, usually he could think of it. He walked towards the exit of the station with a sweet potato, and a man in a black top hat touched him with a newspaper in his hand, and his sweet potato almost fell to the ground, and the man said, I'm sorry. He shrunk his neck and didn't dare to answer, the man said, what are you doing in Beiping? He whispered, come and read. The man said, oh, don't you want revenge?

He was startled, and looked up at the man's face, with a square chin, a mustache, and a vertical scar on the right eyebrow. The man said, Mr. Dou is our comrade, because we were afraid of causing trouble for you, we didn't go to pay respects, and we looked at Haihan. Dou Dou didn't want to talk to him, he wanted to walk out of the platform quickly, but he said in his mouth, it's okay, it's okay, take a quick step. The man grabbed his arm and said, don't be busy, Mr. Dou's death has something to do with us, this is a little bit of our meaning, let's talk about it. As he spoke, he took out two oceans from his pocket and handed them to Dou Dou. Dou Dou said, I don't know you, I can't accept it. The man said, I have worked with Ling Zun for many years, and I have great respect for his character and kung fu, although he is not a complete believer, but his contribution is quite practical. Regarding revenge, we have already met and decided that no matter how difficult it is, it will be implemented, and you should not worry. Dou Dou said, I don't want to take revenge, if you have this plan, it's your business. Why, the man said? Dou Dou said, our family has decided, one is according to the rules, the other party does not rely on more people to win, there is no way to let people die, the second is that I don't know martial arts, even if I can, I can't beat others, my dad has lost, I can't practice for another thirty years, he paused here and said, I have other pursuits, I don't want to think about this in this life.

The man said, "What are you pursuing?" Dou Dou said, I haven't thought about the specifics yet, I came to Peking to think about this matter clearly. The man said, what you say is also reasonable, I don't force it, but because the other party is Japanese, we still have to avenge this revenge, even if he runs back to Japan one day, we have to chase it to Japan. As he spoke, he took out a thread-bound book from his bosom and said, "Here's for you." Dou Dou said, you have been giving me things, and I said I don't want it. The man said that the Japan came to ask for this sword score that day, and we discussed it and decided to return it to you. Dou Dou said, hey, how could this thing be in your hands? The man said, the only witness to the employment of your family is our people, and Ling Zun doesn't know about this matter, he saw the two sides fighting, so he took the first step to hide the sword. Dou Dou said, Lao Jin, your people? The man said, yes, he has been in your house for ten years, and he has been our man for ten years. Ling Zun died for this, you still have to accept this thing. Dou Dou said, isn't it more useful for you to keep it? Don't you have to have a meeting to discuss it? The man said, we don't need it, and in view of Ling Zun's experience, we will all use pistols in the future. Dou Dou wanted to say something, but the man had already stuffed Dayang and Sword Spectrum into his arms, turned his head and walked away quickly.

Dou Dou settled in Beiping, lived in a hotel next to Peking University, and rented a room. He has a gold bar and two oceans, and he has no problem spending a year and a half here. When he gave the boss cash, he realized how useful these oceans were, Beiping is not more expensive than Fengtian, all kinds of things are expensive, even a light bulb is twice as expensive as Fengtian, think about that square-faced man, he is really a good comrade of his father. It was after New Year's Day in 1933, because Peking University was on winter vacation, so there were not many students in it, and he went to visit it a few times, it was really big, like a big park. After living for three weeks, he read books in the house in the morning, went to the used bookstore in the afternoon, and when the weather was good, he rode a bicycle around the alleys, there was no emperor in the Forbidden City, there were no warlords in the presidential palace, Chairman Chiang's nest was in Nanjing, and Beiping was a place of culture.

Dou Dou read the newspaper and knew that the Japanese army had broken through the Shanhai Pass, he was shocked, almost suspected that the Japanese were chasing him, and the next day's newspaper said that General Fu Zuoyi issued a statement that he would not let the Japanese go one step further, and they had been deployed on the Great Wall, equipped with German-made machine guns, and the citizens of Peiping could rest easy. Dou Dou remembered that he hadn't climbed the Great Wall yet, and it seemed that he couldn't go for a while. After the winter vacation, Peking University resumed classes, everything was as normal as in the past, the male and female students on campus were as clean as the breeze, Dou Dou suddenly understood a little, Peking people don't know what Japanese are like, and never thought that they fell into the hands of Japanese, unlike him, who came from Mukden, learned Japanese since childhood, and met Japanese on the street and walked against the wall, he was very concerned about the current situation, bought three newspapers a day to read, and at this point he was more mature than most Peking people.

He began to audit various courses at Peking University, hoping to choose a major that suits him and take the entrance exam next year. After listening to it for a month, he confirmed his past thoughts, he wanted to take the Chinese Department of Peking University, and it was not clear what he would do after that, but at least he wanted to be a cultural person. However, there is one thing that Dou Dou has always maintained since he was a child, that is, he gets up early every day to go to the lakeside to stand on the pile, this is the only thing Dou Chongshi left him, he doesn't want to lose it, and he finds that standing on the pile is conducive to learning, standing for a while in the morning, refreshed all day, and not tired of reading. Baguazhang and Tartar wrestling did not have such a thing as a standing pile, but Dou Chongshi felt that standing piles could nourish his heart and eyes, so he used a few Baguazhang palms in his early years to change a set of methods for standing round piles. He didn't open the sword book at all, he had been wrapped in a winter leather jacket, hidden in the cabinet, according to his judgment, the martial artist's things will die out sooner or later, just say that his current life and the past at home seem to be completely two eras, the teacher of Peking University talks about democracy and science, and martial arts have nothing to do with these two things.

Although the hotel also includes food, because money is not particularly tight, Dou Dou sometimes improves his life. That night he ate a drawer of siu mai and two pies nearby, and walked to the hotel. When he arrived at the door of the hotel, he found a group of people around, a little girl of his age was practicing the style, the girl was dressed in red, combed two mustaches, tied with a red head rope, and only a pair of shoes were white, snow-white, and kicked into the air, like a snowball of flesh. He looked at it for a while, and with his superficial knowledge of martial arts, he knew that he was fighting a very ordinary Liuhe boxing, but because his body was soft, it was very good-looking. The girl practiced, wiped the sweat, clasped her fists with both hands and said, offer ugliness and ugliness, the little woman went to your place not to earn some loose money, in fact, to find my lost brother, my brother has a long face and big eyes, wears a blue cloth shirt all the year round, the two of us came to Beiping together, he was gone one morning when he got up, he was strong in martial arts and good at using double knives, and said that he took out two short knives from his baggage, just like the two knives, I think he has no other ability to make money, and may be the same as me, he can only sell some martial arts, if anyone sees it, he must be kind enough to tell him, the little woman was grateful.

Everyone saw that the girl was no longer practicing, so they dispersed one after another, and Dou Dou also paced back to his room in the hotel, washed up, and went to bed to read. At about ten o'clock in the evening, he turned off the lights and went to sleep, as soon as he fell asleep, he began to dream, he dreamed that there was a fire in the house, the cooks and employees ran out, only his father was still in the fire, he cried at the top of his throat, shouting Dad, Dad, Dou Chongshi had a wit, and jumped into the water tank in the center of the yard. When the fire was over, he ran to the water tank to see that Dou Chongshi was gone, and there was a piece of letter paper floating in the water tank, on which Dou Chongshi's last words to him were written: It doesn't matter if you don't have any interest, you have to eat all three meals a day, remember to remember. He remembered that he was busy visiting the glass factory at noon today, and he woke up with a sense of guilt, and he found a middle-aged man in his fifties sitting at his desk reading a book, which frightened him a lot, and he didn't dare to come out in the bed, nor did he dare to squeak, he closed his eyes and opened them again, the man was still there, and he knew that it was not a dream.

The man found him awake, turned his head and said, had a nightmare? Dou Dou said, who are you? The man said, it's hard to say, to put it simply, I'm your enemy. Dou Dou said, are you left? Exactly, the man said. Where did you get this sword book? Dou Dou said, I can't say this. Leaning to the left, I think it was given to you by the Communist Party, and it is indeed a genuine sword book, and there is no shortage of a page. Dou Dou blurted out, then you take it quickly. Left smiled and said, you are quite generous, and your father's personality is completely different, this sword book has been in my hands for twenty years, I haven't seen it, Fujino got it, but he died before he could practice, only my little apprentice, Ozu practiced secretly, and as a result, he caused huge trouble, what use do you say I want it? Dou Dou figured it out, it must have been that Ozu who killed his father, he said, where is Ozu? Left side said, Ozu is gone, and the girl you see today is Ozu. Dou Dou was confused and said, what are you talking about? That's what the Japanese say? Left side said, I can't understand you for a while, you get off the train, I will follow you, the Communist Party also followed you, they gave you the sword score, in fact, it is to fish, to lure me out, now there are a lot of their people around this hotel, it is not easy for me to come here, so to make a long story short.

That girl's name is Tsumi, she is Ozu's shadow, Ozu is gone, she is the real body, but she always thought that Ozu was her brother, so she kept looking for him, and she couldn't understand the mystery of this. It was really painful for her to do this. The last page of the sword spectrum is written, all the shadows are guilty of this mistake in the end, they hide in the sea of people, and they have been searching for their true body all their lives, endlessly, and the so-called evil magic is exactly here. Speaking of this, the left sighed and said, I have been obsessed with martial arts all my life, I don't ask about enmity, but I didn't expect that in the end, I still can't avoid it, I want to go back to Japan. Dou Dou said, what about that girl? To be honest, I don't know what she is, I don't know if her pain is painful or not, but I know one thing, ordinary people can't kill her. Dou Dou said, why? On the left, she is a humanoid ghost, in other words, she is a ghost, but she doesn't know it. However, the last page of this sword book is also written, and there is a way to eliminate her. Dou Dou said, what way? Left said, a Japan mantra, chanted in her ear while she was asleep. In Japanese, it is pronounced 春雨のわれまぼろしに近き身ぞ, which translates into Chinese to mean spring rain and misty, I am near the phantom. This sentence is to be pronounced in Japan, and after reading it, she will realize that she is a ghost and turn into smoke. Xiao Dou, I didn't want to kill your father, I handed over this sentence to you, and I also counted my wish, what to do, you decide for yourself. After speaking, he took out a match from his pocket, burned the sword book completely, and then pushed open the wooden window with his hand, jumped out, clicked a few times, and disappeared.

The next day, Dou Dou moved the hotel from near the west gate of Peking University to near the east gate. A few days later, he read in the newspaper that the famous Japan martial artist Toshiro Hashimoto was killed with a pistol while boarding the ship in Lushun, and Hashimoto instinctively blocked with his left hand, and the bullet passed through the palm and hit the heart. The assailant jumped into the sea and fled, but was not arrested. A few months later, he took the entrance exam of Peking University, successfully passed it, and became a student in the Chinese Department of Peking University. At the time of graduation, the cannon roared, the Japan invaded Beiping, and when Tianjin was lost, he had already left Beiping, and after several turns, he went to the Southwest Associated University to work as an assistant to Mr. Wen Yiduo, the main job was to study Tang poetry, in fact, the work he did was almost like a librarian, what books Mr. Wen wanted, he found them, some books Mr. Wen had no time to read, so he read them first, and then outlined the territory to Mr. Wen to talk about. Because he understands Japanese, he has helped a lot with Japan classics. After Mr. Wen's death, he cried all night, and was promoted to lecturer the next day, because of his mediocre eloquence, there were few students, and half of the class was asleep. He never married or married in his life, did not seek merit, but sought no fault, in addition to reading and teaching, his biggest hobby is to stand on the pile, as he gets older, he stands longer and longer, he stands in the morning, and he also stands at night, and after the age of forty, he sleeps at night while standing on the pile, and sleeps very soundly. When standing on the pile, the father's hatred, Mr. Wen's death, and the country's departure are all integrated with heaven and earth, and I feel that my body is also in a trance. And if I have no body, what will happen to me?

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he returned to Beijing, entered the reconstruction of Peking University to teach, or to teach Tang poetry, several movements, were not impacted, his father and teachers are martyrs, history is innocent, no party, no faction, no name and no power, when classes are suspended, they go home to read, and when classes resume, they will attend classes according to the schedule. There are many masters locked up in the cowshed, sometimes he cooks some food for people to deliver, if it is someone else, there may be a little problem, seeing that it is him, no one says anything, knowing that he is lighter than vegetable soup, it is completely humane considerations, there is no other meaning. In the winter of 1969, many notices suddenly appeared in Beidali, which read: Xunyi martial artist, about fifty years old, wears a blue cloth shirt all year round, makes double swords, loves to use martial arts, and speaks Chinese with a Japanese accent. In his early years, he went to Northeast China, and later disappeared near Peking University. Those who know should contact the office, and those who do not report it will be found to be true and severely punished. Dou Dou stood in front of the notice for a long time, bowed his head and left. The next day, he wrapped some dumplings and sent them to the cowshed, and when he saw a master sending the dumplings down his throat, he asked, "Have you heard about the school's recent notice?" The master breathed a sigh of relief and said, I know, looking for a martial artist. Dou Dou said, I have a red head, what do you mean? The master whispered, I heard that it was the woman who was looking for the opposition, and she lost her brother in her early years, don't worry about it, maybe it's a menopausal disorder, let her find it, it's better than being idle and doing something else. Dou Dou nodded and took the lunch box away.

After the Spring Festival in the new year, powerful women want to come to Peking University to watch the play, and there are both literature and martial arts in the play, and martial arts account for 70%. Dou Dou applied with the hospital, wanting to see this play, he rarely put his qualifications, this time he used it, saying that he wanted to sit in the front row and see clearly, the hospital reported his request to the school, and the school re-examined him and approved it. This morning, Dou Dou stood on the shore of the lake, and stood until noon, when he opened his eyes and looked into the distance, Fengtian was already called Shenyang, and he couldn't see it no matter how he looked at it. He remembered that when he was a child, his father taught him a simple set of Baguazhang 64 hands, the one with no complex changes, only 64 postures. He thought he had forgotten a long time ago, but as soon as he practiced and found that he remembered most of it, he hit it down, and skipped what he forgot in the middle. It had been forty years since the last time he slapped this set, and after the beating, he was sweating all over, and he could not do without what Zhuangzi said, and he definitely felt his body steaming like a hot spring.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the play began, he sat in the back row of the powerful woman, the woman's hair was half gray, her hair was half gray, her head was combed, her body was straight, and her back rarely leaned on the backrest. In the middle, a martial artist who made a double knife jumped up and fought with people, Dou Dou heard the woman say to the school leader next to him, this person can't do it, the knife is still outside the arm, and he hasn't practiced inside. In the second half of the play, there were more literary dramas, and the woman's body shook lightly a few times, and finally fell asleep in the middle of a large section of singing. Dou Dou got up from his seat, squeezed his legs with a hunched waist, and when he got behind the woman, he stretched his neck and whispered in the woman's ear: Spring Rain のわれまぼろしに近き身ぞ. The woman immediately woke up, looked back at him and said, I see, you ruthless person, it really hurts me. As soon as the words fell, the woman turned into a wisp of smoke, was blown by the heat wave of the crowd, circled on the stage, and then disappeared.