Chapter 7 seven resolutions

do you know?Mona, you must learn to control your hands, you must learn to control your feet, so that you can raise your bow and arrow to hunt your prey, so that you can pull out your legs to chase the enemy and give them a fatal blow∣∣ The dim light of the fire danced in the dark room, and Mo Na, who was sitting on the bamboo chair, was smoking a cigarette dully, his mood was even lower than the night outside.In every breath that seems to be suffocated, Mona's ears suddenly sounded what his father said to him before he was born for the first time, which was an incomparably precious teaching.

But most importantly, you have to learn to control your heart, because no matter how strong your hands are, no matter how strong your feet are, you still have to find the right wind direction, and only with the right wind direction can an eagle fly high. Without the guidance of your heart, Eagles will also become headless flies∣∣ The smoke from his mouth reminded Mo Na of the white hair on his father's head.Mona knew that her hairline was also a little frosty, but she always felt that she could not be as calm and full of wisdom as her father. Dama, what should I do?Where is the right wind blowing now?Mo Na got up and walked to the door, the darkness outside was boundless.Mo Na's thoughts kept turning, hoping to find a bright opportunity for the chaos in front of him.

Hmph, you just want to bribe me with wine now, it's too late!I have already reported the case of beating the policeman to Chief Jiang Chuan. Let me tell you, this time I will not only arrest you father and son, but also make you all pay the price. Just wait and see! A cold wind poured in through the half-opened windows of the lumber workshop.Yoshimura, whose head and body were bandaged with gauze, pushed the jugs of millet wine on the table to the edge of the desk with an extremely disdainful attitude, and refused to accept the Mahepo as an apology gift. Yoshimura, I, Mona Rudo, come to apologize to you, don't be too shameless.Facing Yoshimura's arrogance, Mo Na restrained his temper and answered in Sediq, Mo Na has always been reluctant to use Japanese language.Dadao and Bashaou behind him bowed their heads without saying a word. Among them, Dadao had to pinch his thigh with his hand hidden in the cloth to force himself to show obedience to Yoshimura. look like.

So what about Mona Rudo?Hearing what Mo Na said, Yoshimura slapped the table angrily and stood up. The noise was so loud that the Han Chinese workers sawing wood in the workshop outside the office looked curiously at Mo Na who brought his two sons to apologize. Do you think you, Mona Ludo, are still the King of Tibet?You can't even manage your own son well, what qualifications do you have to be the leader of others?You go out for me, who said you can come in?get out!Yoshimura, who was walking limply, roughly pushed the three of Mo Na out with his hands, and Mo Na, who was clenching his gums, was pushed out of the threshold by Yoshimura all the way.

You are not qualified to bargain with me!Yoshimura stuffed the wine brought by Mo Na into his arms, and then mercilessly closed the wooden door of the residence. The force of closing the door caused the air particles dancing in the morning light to dance. Mo Na closed his eyes, and waited for the wind pressure from Yoshimura's closing door to pass across his face, then slowly opened his eyes and stared at the closed door in front of him.The Han people in the distance looked at the three shy and angry Sediqs with sympathy, but continued their work silently. Yoshimura didn't know that it took Mona Ludo the whole night to convince himself to bring Dadao and Bashaou to the door to apologize. It's an incredible concession.

Unexpectedly, Yoshimura not only refused to reward face, but also treated Mona in a way that was equivalent to humiliation.For a few seconds, Mona almost wanted to pull out the knife and chop off Yoshimura's head, but he still tried his best to bear it. Sorry, Dama! Dadao let go of the hand pinching his thigh, and the skin on his leg was already bleeding from his nails.But watching his father being humiliated by the Japanese, Dadao didn't feel the pain in his body, he only felt guilty, and at the same time, he hated Yoshimura even more. The silent Mona looked back at Dadao, walked indifferently, passed between the two brothers, and walked quickly outside the milling factory. Dadao and Bashaou looked at each other, and could only shake their heads. Hurry up to catch up with Mona.

The fog intensified, and before noon, the entire Wushe was shrouded in a haze.Hanaoka Ichiro flipped the dishes on the plate in front of him with the chopsticks in his hand.Natto has a special fishy smell. Ichiro has been trying to convince himself to accept this Japanese favorite food, but his taste buds always resist his will. Mr. Hanaoka, I heard that you just gave birth to a son recently. Even though it is a group meal, Ichiro has long been used to building an invisible wall between himself and his colleagues, so as not to let himself disturb others, and at the same time not let others disturb him.So when Hiromichi Ekawa, who came to Bo Along Club for inspection, spoke to Ichiro, Ichiro didn't realize that Mr. Hanaoka that Ekawa called was himself.

Hanaoka, Mr. Jiang Chuan is talking to you!Satsuka Aiyu, who was sitting on the top seat with Jiang Chuan, saw Ichiro still eating his food, and hurriedly yelled at Ichiro. Hi!Suddenly aware of the officer's call, Ichiro quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, put the bowl and chopsticks away, faced Jiang Chuan respectfully, and gave a brief answer.The Japanese policemen on his left and right saw Ichiro's clumsy appearance, and there was a burst of sneer on their faces. May I ask which fan club you grew up in?Jiang Chuan, with neat and clean hair, looked at Ichiro's innocent face with curious eyes, and smiled kindly at the corners of his mouth.

Ichiro was taken aback by Jiang Chuan's question, but he still replied politely in Japanese that he couldn't hear the accent at all: Report to the section manager, I'm from the He Ge Club. What's your real name?Jiang Chuan asked. Hmm∣∣Ducky Snobbins.Ichiro, who never said his real name in front of the Japanese, hesitated.All the Japanese policemen in the dining room turned their heads to look at Jiang Chuan, not understanding why he was so interested in Ichiro, who was half-fan and half-day. Dakisnobin and Ekawa Hiromichi repeated Ichiro's real name pretentiously, which made Ichiro feel a little embarrassed.He sensitively guessed in his inferiority complex, whether Jiang Chuan wanted to use this to mock himself?Thinking of this, Ichiro's face darkened.

Ichiro is the most educated of all Wushe Fans!Sazuka put down the bowl and chopsticks, and told Jiang Chuan loudly, his tone of pride seemed to be showing off that he had a successful civilized student under his command, which was a remarkable achievement. Oh is that so?Jiang Chuan ignored Satsuka's annoying request for credit, and just stared at Ichiro's face more carefully. Such a direct gaze made Ichiro a little at a loss. Do you have anything to do this afternoon?Jiang Chuan suddenly moved his body sitting on the chair and asked Hanaoka, which sounded like some kind of invitation.

Report to the section chief, I have something to go to Wushe in the afternoon. Oh, Ichiro's answer made Jiang Chuan a little disappointed, but he still said politely: Originally, I wanted to invite you to accompany me and Director Satsuka to inspect various Tibetan clubs, and explain to me the relationship between your various Tibetan clubs by the way. Ichiro looked at Jiang Chuan with wide eyes, and there was a force in his heart to resist the proposal. He opened his mouth halfway, trying to find the right words to refuse, but he couldn't speak for a while, and didn't know what to say. Why don't you go with us first.Sazuka suggested with stern eyes that Ichiro had better accompany him to inspect obediently, but Ichiro remained unmoved. It's okay, it's okay, you go to your business first.Instead, Jiang Chuan came out to smooth things over for Ichiro. He picked up the bowl as if nothing had happened, took a sip of the carrot soup inside, and did not put any pressure on Ichiro. Ichiro bowed slightly respectfully, quickly lowered his head and picked up the bowl and chopsticks, not daring to look at the expression on Sazuka's face that blamed him for not knowing what to do.He stuffed a mouthful of sticky wasabi-flavored natto into his mouth, forced himself to chew, and swallowed it all at once.He didn't like being labeled as different, or that he could never fall in love with that Japanese food. Ichiro resisted the nausea in his esophagus with a determination that seemed puffed up. Although he knows that his body is not so easy to compromise, he really can't stand that he will always be a four-faced person who does not belong to any ethnic group. Now he is like a drowning goat. As long as there is a shore, he will bravely face it. cross out.He didn't care whether the direction was right or not, he had to save his drowning soul first, and the rest could be discussed after he survived and stood on his feet. Ever since Yoshimura rudely rejected his apology early this morning, Mo Na's heart has fallen into a serious depression.When the tobacco that had always been able to stabilize his mood also lost its effect, Mo Na knew that the problem he was facing this time was no longer something that could be solved by a simple choice. Having lived in this tribe surrounded by mountains for nearly half a century, the more than 200 faces of men, women and children in the Mahepo community are familiar to him and willing to cherish with his life.But now, the hand of the enemy has sharpened the blade on the whetstone.Based on Mona's understanding of Yoshimura's personality, he will definitely use all kinds of channels to take revenge on the Mahepo people.If it is said that tolerance can no longer ensure the safety of one's own tribe, then is there any point in tolerance? Mo's heart, which was entangled with many considerations, was like a scale, tossing and tormenting on whether to confront the Japanese. Knocking in deep thought, Mo Na's two sons knocked on the door frame, walked in from the outside, and stopped when they reached Mo Na's chair.Mona raised his head and looked at Dadao and Bashaou with displeasure. The two men who had already become fathers still looked like children who had made a mistake and came to plead guilty in front of Mona. Dama, I know we were a little too impulsive when we took action against Yoshimura. Seeing his father turning his head and looking out of the window without saying a word, Dadaou could only take a deep breath and muster up the courage to say to Mona: But the matter is over, Dadao Ma, let's fight the Japanese! In Dadao's words, Mona's piercing eyes suddenly came back to stare at Dadao's face.Dadaou dodged that look with some fear, but only for a second, then he looked straight at Mona's livid face, and he took away the flinch from his expression, as if to show his determination to fight. Fight?What did you use to fight with others?Mo Na, who was originally sitting, suddenly jumped up violently, took out a burning firewood from the fire beside him, and threw it at Dadao.The lives of all the villagers are in danger, and the future of Mahepo Village, can you afford it? Surprised, Dadao leaned over to dodge the fast-moving wooden branch, and the red-burning wood shattered into colorful sparks on the wall. When he turned his head, Mona's body had already touched him, and for no reason there was a burst of Punch and kick. Dama?The two brothers yelled at the same time, but they didn't dare to block Mo Na's fists and feet, so they could only stand upright and be beaten.At this moment, Baganvalis approached the door from a distance with her two grandchildren in her arms. When she heard the sound of fighting coming from the house, she thought that something had happened.She picked up her pace and ran to the door to see what happened, but she almost bumped into her son who was about to come out of the house. Bashaou?Bagan, who was holding the little boy, watched Bashaou pass by her with a sulky face in surprise, and ran out of the house without looking back. out. Dadao?The puzzlement on Bagan's face increased a bit, but seeing Dadao's more gloomy expression than Bashaou's, she seemed to vaguely guess what should have happened between Mo Na and his son. She turned her head to look into the room, and found that Mo Na was facing the wall, her body bobbing up and down due to her violent breathing.Bagan took two steps towards Mo Na calmly, just at this moment Mo Na turned around at the same time, and the two of them looked at each other like this. This couple, who are not good at talking with words, has long used a look or a change in facial expression to convey what they want to say.From Mo's dark brown eyeballs, what Bagan saw was a husband caught in anger, struggle and confusion. Having lived with Mona for thirty years, Bagan has always been very aware of the flame burning in her husband's heart, but this time, the thing that has been suppressed by Mona in his heart seems to be squirming and trying to break out. The air in the room was terribly quiet, and Bagan felt worried. She knew very well that Mo Na wanted a space where he could think quietly and independently, so Bagan stepped aside and nodded to Mo Na.Mo Na's lips moved slightly, and finally walked out of the wooden house without saying a word. After Mona left, Bagan turned his head and looked at the messy environment in the house, his heart was as silent as a bleak winter.She squatted down and began to pick up the scattered debris, but she seemed to have a premonition that the situation Maheppo was facing this time did not seem to be so easy to restore to the original state! On the road in front of Maheppo's residence, Dadao ran all the way from Mo Na's house, sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops.The pain of being beaten by his father has gradually subsided under the treatment of time, but the scars engraved on his heart and left by his disobedience are gradually aching now. Dadao felt an unforgivable anger towards Mona. He didn't understand why the Japanese were strictly instilled in them as the father of the enemy since childhood, so why they refused to fight the Japanese at this juncture? Could it be that his father is getting older, and even the courage he is proud of is beginning to fade?Although thinking like this is somewhat disrespectful to the father he adores, the hatred for the Japanese made Dadao unable to help but have such doubts. In October, the maple trees have begun to turn red. Dadao finally slowed down Ji Ben in a row of maple leaves that looked like weeping blood. His emotions were overwhelming and uncontrollable. Unfortunately, At this time, Nodaka County Office Police Section Hiromichi Ekawa, accompanied by director Aisuke Satsuka, walked towards Tadao on a slightly sloping road.Jiang Chuan, who was sweating a little from climbing, put his hands behind his hips and walked calmly.The beautiful scenery of mountains and water in the Wushe area, especially the magnificent river valley of Meixi River, made him feel very happy on this tour. Looking at Jiang Chuan and Zuo Zuka, Dadao tightly held the handle of the fan knife with his hand on the apron. In his fantasy, he seemed to have already made a move on the two of them, but in reality he did not.Jiang Chuan was sensitive to Dadaou's burgeoning hostility, and couldn't help paying more attention to his eyes. After the two sides intersected, he still looked back at Dadaou's leaving figure. Who was that person just now?Jiang Chuan turned around and asked Satsuka. The young man's name is Dada Omona, the eldest son of Mona Rudo, the leader of the Mahepo Society. That person saw how unhappy we were, and didn't say hello, is there something wrong? Oh, this is the habit of the barbarians in this area. Sazuka didn't care about Jiang Chuan's doubts at all.Get used to it. This is not a very good habit!Jiang Chuan was a little angry at Satsuka's indifference, and walked into the gate of the residence with a frown. No way, because they are barbarians!Facing the officer's question, Sazuka shrugged and smiled.Jiang Chuan couldn't believe that Satsuka was carrying out the management work with this attitude. He wanted to make trouble, but his words of blame were interrupted by the greeting of the police stationed in the station. Head of section, director, please come inside.The patrolman Sugiura, who was still putting his feet on the table, saw the officer coming to inspect, and hurriedly tucked back the hem of his uniform, which had been pulled out from the top of his trousers, and hurriedly led another patrolman Ishikawa to the entrance to greet him. This is Sugiura Patrolman.Sazuka recommended Jiang Chuan. Sugiura is a fat man who is famous for being greedy and lustful in the Wushe police. He often exploits the Mahepo people by taking advantage of the opportunity of handling mountain agricultural products. The girl who raped Mahepo's girl when Poe's man was away can be said to be a character that Mahepo people hate to the bone. Why didn't the headmaster notify you when he was coming?I can ask those Tibetans to dance here to welcome your lord! There was a flattering smile on Sugiura's fleshy face, and Jiang Chuan felt extremely disgusted with this man after just two glances. don't bother.Jiang Chuan sat down on the sofa with a solemn expression, and Sugiura immediately brought tea and put it in front of him.Jiang Chuan, who was a little thirsty, picked up his teacup and wanted to drink tea, but Dadaou's fierce face emerged from the smoke of the hot tea. Worryingly, he compared Tadao's face to Sazuka who was sitting aside crying tired and Sugiura who kept flattering him. The faces of the three eroded each other like oil paint in the rain.In an instant, many ominous thoughts spontaneously emerged from Jiang Chuan's mind, but the thoughts were so intricate that Jiang Chuan's hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air. The calmness on the surface of Ma Hepo already had a sense of horror before the mountain rain was about to come, and although the strength of the undercurrent in the air was faint, it already made Jiang Chuan's heart palpitate. I heard that Yoshimura has reported the case of Dadaou to the sub-bureau, and it may be dealt with strictly.In the Wude Hall of the Boa Longshe Police Station, where police officers practice kendo, two brothers, Ichiro and Erlang, dressed in full kendo costumes, are fighting each other with bamboo swords.Pushing back Jiang Chuan's invitation to patrol together, the irritable Ichiro specially asked his younger brother to practice swords together, trying to make him feel more comfortable. What did you say?Jiro's words made Ichiro, who was moving, stop in surprise. noodle!Taking advantage of Ichiro's pause, Jiro hit him hard on the mask. You lost, thank you for your advice.Jiro returned to the starting line drawn on the tatami, bowed to Ichiro who was still in a daze, and then began to take off his mask. Alas, this Yoshimura is also true. Ichiro took off his protective gear, revealing his head wrapped in a white towel: "Boss Mo Na went to apologize in person, why is he still insisting on sending the official document up?" Ever since I was a child, until now, whenever I saw the leader of Mona, I would be afraid. Erlang wiped the sweat from his face, and sat down with Ichiro on the wooden steps of Wude Hall.I always feel that Boss Mo Na's hand in his clothes is always holding the handle of the knife, ready to kill at any time! Don't underestimate him. Boss Mo Na cannot be tamed. Caught between the expectations of his tribe and the threat of the Japanese, life is very painful.Ichiro thought of Mo Na's tall body, and immediately thought of Qilai Mountain standing in the distance. Aren't we both like this?I don't want to be a barbarian, but no matter how hard I try to dress up, I can't change this face that is not recognized by civilization.Erlang took out a cigarette from the pocket of his trousers and lit the fire resentfully. Erlang's words made Ichiro silent for a while, he didn't want to think about the grievances he suffered along the way, but he couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness: I have endured it for twenty years, let's endure it for another twenty years, when our children grow up , Maybe we can completely change the barbaric image we give to others. Can you bear it?Erlang exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes looked a little loose in the smoke: Ma Hepo is about to be driven out! No way, I have to find a way to talk to Boss Mo Na to see if there is any good way to deal with it!Ichiro stood up suddenly while talking, and began to take off the heavy armor. After all, I also have the blood of Sediq people, and I have also studied some books. I have to find a way to help my compatriots! Erlang, who was sitting slumped on the ground, looked at Ichiro, who was expressing his anxiety, without giving any approval or dissuasion. He just sat quietly, as if he thought that in the storm before him, he could only be a plant blowing in the wind. weed.Like Ichiro, he may be as melancholy about the future of Ma Hepo, but obviously, he feels helpless about the dilemma between his origin and his yearning. The stream is gurgling, and the never-stationary water flow seems to be a kind of longing, eager to explore the missing mother sea.The progress of the stream is sometimes urgent and sometimes gentle, especially when there is a height drop in the river bed, the water still falls without hesitation, shatters into waterfalls, brings sound, and then re-gathers into a clear pool of water. Mona, who was squatting on the bank of the Mahepo Creek, heard the sound of the roaring waterfall, and a thought came to her mind: Is it true that the human soul, like the stream in front of us, must have a final destination?Before returning to that destination, people will experience happy times, but they will also be injured, disappointed, and even die. Is the process just like streams with many different types, whether it is torrents, whirlpools, abysses, or flat pools? , will eventually gather in the ocean, they will go through sublimation, and then through the rain of rebirth, repeating the reincarnation of fate again and again? Looking at his own reflection floating on the water, Mo Na wanted to think more deeply about the issues of gain and loss, life and death. If the ultimate purpose of every life is to die, then the crux of the problem is only in what form should death come, isn't it? In the blink of an eye, the companions who died in Sisteryuan many years ago, the faces that once existed in real life, stood up boldly from the forgotten corners.After so many years of healing, the young generation of Mahepo Society finally grasped the soil and grew into trees that can withstand wind and rain.Can Mona really take these lives as a bet now to have a final showdown with the Japanese? Boss Mona, Boss Mona!A voice of calling came from the woods behind him, Mo Na looked back, and saw Ichiro Hanaoka in a black police uniform walking out from a patch of miscanthus, with an expression on his face that he finally found you. Mona Boss.Ichiro respectfully walked towards Mo Na. It's you, Dakiss.Mona looked at Ichiro in surprise, but then straightened his face, lit his pipe again as usual, and smoked while facing the stream. looking for me?Mona and Ichiro sat side by side on the rocks of the stream.While the breeze was blowing, Mo Na noticed the hesitant look on Ichiro's face, so he couldn't help but break the silence and speak first. The leader of Mona, Ichiro picked up a small stone and threw it aimlessly into the stream, as if he was looking for a way to cut into the topic. Can you tell me something about the Japanese interior?I know you have been to Japan. Hearing Ichiro's words, Mo Na frowned, and stared coldly at Ichiro's side face.Japan, Japan has armies, cannons, and machine guns, as well as airplanes and large ships. Mona described it to Ichiro as if telling a story: The Japanese are as numerous as leaves in the forest, and as numerous as stones in a muddy water stream. Ichiro looked at Mo Na's face in Mo Na's voice, and found that he was looking at him incomprehensibly.Mo Na stopped to take a puff of a cigarette, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Dakis, I know you don't really want to know about the mainland when you ask this question, you just want to remind me how powerful the Japanese are, don't worry, I won't forget. Ichiro's face was covered with a layer of embarrassment, he lowered his head in embarrassment, while Mo Na showed his white teeth and smiled proudly, but those teeth were clenched. Hmph, you Japanese policemen took us on a boat for several days to go sightseeing in Japan, but only let us see the planes and cannons!However, the police in mainland Japan are much better than you mountain police. They are afraid that we will rebel, so they try their best to treat us well, but you guys are always so bad that we want to think about it! The leader of Mona, Ichiro made a silent protest with disapproving eyes: Don't put me on the other side, I'm still a Seediq! He stretched out his hand, patted the grass on the uniform, and said seriously: Although I am a Japanese policeman, I have never forgotten that I bleed the same blood as you! Yeah?Mo Na held the pipe in his hand, and almost turned his whole body to face Ichiro: Then let me ask you, will you enter the temple of the Japanese in the future, or the home of our ancestors? Mo Na's questioning was a thorn, which directly penetrated into the core of the contradiction in Ichiro's heart, making his heart feel numb.Seeing that Ichiro couldn't answer this question directly, Mo Na showed a little disdain on his face: I heard that you beat our children like the Japanese in the Fantong Educational Institute. I hit them in the hope that they would not be looked down upon by the Japanese!Before Mona finished speaking, Ichiro answered in a hurry, trying to refute that he was not bullying his compatriots like what Mona said. Then tell me again, you graduated from a normal school and have a higher education than other Japanese police officers. Why do you receive the lowest salary?Mo Na stared at Ichiro with wide-eyed eyes full of merciless pity: Do the Japanese think highly of you?Only by beating yourself will people look down on you! The words Mo Na said set off the shameful look on Ichiro’s face, which is really a sarcastic comparison, but Mo Na did not continue to sprinkle salt on Ichiro’s pain, but said in a rather emotional tone: When I went sightseeing in Japan before, The Japanese clearly knew that we and the leaders of GAYA had hatred for each other, and they deliberately arranged for us to sit and eat together, and let each of us stare at each other while eating, wishing to draw a knife and chop off each other's head immediately, hmph, these The Japanese just understand this! Boss, is it not good to be ruled by the Japanese?At least we are living a peaceful life now, with an education center and a post office, and we no longer have to hunt and kill enemies to survive as before. The eyes of Ichiro, who was suppressed by Mo Na's words and became more and more frustrated, turned red. He summoned up his courage and said his question again in a more emphatic tone, boss, isn't it good to be ruled by the Japanese? In the lingering sound of Ichiro, Mo Na closed his eyes, he sighed deeply, and there was too much heartache inside. To be ruled by the Japanese, okay?Mo Na felt his heart beating in disappointment, just because Ichiro, who had the blood of Sediq, couldn't understand the state of mind of his clansmen who had been struggling to survive under the Japanese rule for more than 20 years. You see, men are forced to stoop to carry wood, women are forced to kneel down to accompany drinks, and all the money that should be paid for work goes into the Japanese police's own pockets. Dakisis, tell me, my boss, besides getting drunk and pretending to watch Can't see or hear, what else can I do?Do post offices, shops, and schools make life better for the clansmen?I think it just makes us see how poor we are! Boss Mo Na, since he has endured for more than 20 years, why can't he endure for another 20 years?Mo Na looked incredulously at Ichiro, whose head could not be lowered any more, and persuaded himself in a weak tone: Maybe in twenty years, my child and your grandson will be able to ∣∣ just be able to Is it possible to completely forget the ancestors?Can you completely become Japanese?Mo Na finished what he couldn't say instead of Ichiro Hanaoka who was hesitating, and his fists were already clenched in the cloth.He was breathing quickly, the spark in the pipe in his hand had already been extinguished, his eyes did not want to see the cowardice and ignorance of the descendants of Sediq, and he turned his head to look at the distant mountain peak angrily. Boss Mona, do you really want to∣∣do you really want to do it?Hanaoka Ichiro stared at Maheppo's leader with tears-drenched eyes, his tone of despair seemed to have known Mo Na's answer for a long time. Boss Mona, Dadao beat Yoshimura, I will try to help as much as possible. I'm old, don't worry, the Japanese are so powerful, I can't do anything, Mo Na took out the tobacco from his arms, stuffed them into the pipe, and said calmly: Dakis, go back, this is me Hunting ground forever, hunting ground alone, you go away. Mo Na struck a match, and his face looked even darker after being flushed by the flames.Hanaoka Ichiro stood up melancholy in the midst of Mona's eviction order, his ghost-like footsteps were staggering and heavy, and he turned around and was about to walk back and forth. Duckies, have a drink and get drunk on it when you get home!Before Ichiro left, Mo Na suddenly said something to Ichiro. Ichiro stopped, looked back at Mona with a pipe in his mouth, and replied with a puzzled face: We can't drink anymore, we have already∣∣ drink it!Mo Na interrupted Ichiro, and smiled wryly as he spoke. drink it!Dakis, our wine can make people sing and dance, our wine can make people cry and laugh, you must get drunk, and then you will understand! The evening sun divided the entire valley into two dark areas. Ichiro stood in the place where the sun shone, looking thoughtfully at Mo Na whose body was covered by shadows.After a while, he turned around and walked on the way home. Watching Ichiro leave, Mo Na sighed deeply, feeling more complicated and heavy than before his visit.Holding the pipe in his hand, he recalled every sentence of his conversation with Ichiro expressionlessly, and the sadness in his heart surged like a rain cloud. The Japanese must not be allowed to enter our tribe! who?Mo Na was taken aback by a voice that suddenly rang in his ear.He quickly jumped up, drew his knife, and looked around vigilantly, but only saw the leaves of the cedar tree shaking in the wind, other than that, there was no one else! Mona, whose eyes were full of suspicion, looked around worriedly, and after confirming that he was the only one in the valley, he slowly squatted down.He took a puff of cigarette and looked at the water in front of him, put the knife between the rocks of the stream, and watched the twisted shadow of the blade on the water, feeling dumbfounded that he had hallucinated because of trance. But just when Mo Na was about to relax his vigilance, a pair of powerful hands patted Mo Na's shoulder concisely. This sudden touch made Mo Na gasp twice, even though he was as brave as Mo Na , he was still so frightened that he almost yelled out.But after all, Mo Na is a long-recognized hero by the Wu Society. Even though his heart was full of fear, he immediately grasped the knife, turned around and swung the blade out without any delay. It's just that when his eyes clearly saw who the person standing behind him was, his hands seemed to be frozen suddenly, frozen in the air. Dama?Mona blinked hard, unable to believe what she saw.He trembled and turned to face the figure in front of him, that's right!That man is really Lu Dao Baiyi, Lu Dao Bai Yi who has been dead for many years! Kuang!Mo Na's hand couldn't hold the weight of the fan knife, so the knife fell to the ground like this.He stretched out his hand in both surprise and respect, and touched his father's face with his hands nostalgicly and with some fear. Just like when he was a child, his father's face was warm and covered with stubble, and the familiar touch was so warm that Mo Na's eyes almost turned red. Mona!The tattoos on your face are still so dark, you are really a Seediq.Barley, a true hero!Lu Daobai smiled and stretched out his fingers, gently stroked on Mo Na's forehead and chin. Mo Na was both happy and ashamed of his father's approval, but he didn't know what to say.The kind Lu Daobai seemed to have seen through Mo Na's intentions, and gave Mo Na a relieved smile.He folded his arms around his chest, looking at the stream, at the mountains, at the sky, and then back at Mona. Mona, you can see that the lines of the boulder were cut by the thunder. Following his father's guidance, Mona looked at a rock on the opposite hillside that seemed to have been cut in half by a sharp knife. In the dark sky, what a beautiful picture it is when the thunder cuts through the boulder! Mona, who has always felt ashamed of what he expected from his father, saw that Dama not only did not give him any blame, but instead brought more tolerance with a smiling face, he felt sad for a while, and couldn't help looking at the boulder, sighed and said : Dama, I can't stop the Japanese, we have no ability to protect our people∣∣ Mo Na turned his face and looked at his father with deep apologetic eyes, but Lu Daobai didn't seem to feel it, and just sang in front of Mo Na. This is our mountain, this is our∣∣Ludobye sang a sentence, then stopped suddenly, turned his head and said to Mona: Mona, come and sing! Without waiting for Mona's answer, he began singing again: This is our mountain ∣∣ As if in a dream, Mona didn't know his father's intentions, he just stayed there and looked at Lu Daobai in a daze, until the old man turned his head to look at him who was silent again, and then Mona quickly picked up and sang: This is Our mountain ∣∣ Lu Daobai heard Mona's singing, smiled with satisfaction, raised his head and sang to the forest: This is our stream∣∣ This is our creek ∣∣ Mona sings again. We are real Seediq.Barley, we hunt in the mountains, we share the food among the tribes, we fetch water from the streams∣∣ His father's old but powerful singing voice turned into a pair of supporting hands, making Mona, who was struggling in his heart whether to fight or not to fight, no longer stumble. When Mo Na followed Lu Daobai and sang word by word, it was amazing that the troubles that were originally blocked in Mo Na's chest seemed to start to disintegrate. Stream!Stop making noise, SINSIN bird is singing, please sing a nice song! Although still a little confused, Mo Na knew that his father was encouraging him through singing.Touched and grateful, he stretched out his hand to caress Ludoby's head, while his father walked to the other side of the stream. Sing for our people, a song from the ancestral spirit∣∣Mona originally wanted to follow his father across the stream, but Lu Daobai turned his head and shook his head at Mona, signaling him not to follow. Under the lightning of the boulder, a rainbow appeared, a rainbow appeared, and a proud man came∣∣Lu Daobai crossed the stream and continued to walk into the forest on the other side. Sing louder. 他知道父親就要離去，雖然莫那好希望他能在自己身邊多停留一會兒，但他知道魯道拜依一定更想看見自己的兒子不疑不懼，憑靠著自己雙腳和勇氣站立。 是誰如此驕傲啊？魯道拜依唱；是誰如此驕傲啊？莫那魯道和。 是你的子孫，賽德克．巴萊∣∣ 魯道拜依的身影，和他的歌聲一起，在森林裡飄遠了。 良久良久，莫那魯道不發一語看著眼前川流不息的溪谷。 是啊，要不是父親的提醒，莫那似乎都要忘記了賽德克人向來是多麼勇敢的一群！ 他們頭頂著天，腳踩著地，像播種者，把勇氣和驕傲遍灑在山羌奔馳著的山林裡。從很久很久以前，每個賽德克父親都會告訴他的孩子，別讓自己的身體淪落成為只求餵飽食物的空殼，別讓自己的肌膚愛戀一件件溫暖的布匹，如果有人逼迫你去忘記你不該忘的東西，你應該反抗，你應該戰鬥，你不該讓自己變成被豢養的野獸，因為在沒有信仰和自由的肉體裡，靈魂會因為困乏而死去。 達馬，我知道該怎麼做了，我不會讓你賜予的血液蒙羞的！ 天，漸漸地暗了，但莫那心中的黎明卻正要亮起。 他拾起掉落在地上的尖刀，將它收回刀鞘之中，然後雙手拱起來圍在嘴邊，對著魯道拜依消失的方向，把他最後沒有唱完的句子，大聲地唱了出來 我是你的子孫，賽德克．Bale!