"Oh." The landlady understood now, and she hurriedly called. Qu Yong looked around, found an elastic luggage rope to tie the motorcycle, and then quickly tore off a long piece of Xiang Shantian's leather jacket.

Come down, tie it to his upper left arm to make a cushion, and then tie the luggage rope to Xiang Shantian's left upper arm. He chose the upper 1/3 of the upper arm, which has a good hemostasis effect and is less likely to hurt the upper limb.

nerve.

Generally speaking, ropes are not allowed to be used in first aid to stop bleeding, but because this luggage rope is very wide and has good elasticity, Qu Yong chose this one. When he finished, Xiang Shantian's bleeding had obviously stopped.

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He raised Xiang Shantou's left arm upwards, which is called "raising the affected limb" in medicine. It also stopped bleeding. Then he said to the boss's wife: "Put his hand in the refrigerator, maybe he can still connect it."

"Ah?" These words were even more complicated. The landlady couldn't understand them at all. Qu Yong could only point to himself, handed Xiang Shan Tianye's arm to her, and asked her to lift it, and then he picked up his left hand whose fingers were still twitching on the ground.

, looking at the exposed white bones and the long flow of blood, he also sighed, walked to the kitchen and put some water, first washed away the dirt on the ground from the wrist wound, and then found a plastic wrap to wrap it up,

Put it in the crisper cabinet of the refrigerator and wait for the ambulance to come.

After everything was done, Qu Yong was too lazy to worry about it anymore. He went up the stairs to his room. As soon as he entered the door, the copper-faced man looked at him with squinting eyes and said, "Why?"

"Because he is also a human being." Qu Yong touched his nose and said: "I can't watch a living person die in front of me. This is a ruler in my heart as a person."

The bronze-faced man looked at Qu Yong for a long time, and the light in his eyes swelled, like a dazzling sun. Qu Yong looked at him without fear. Finally, the bronze-masked man looked away and said: "Okay."

There was nothing more to say after that, and Qu Yong couldn't guess what the bronze-faced man said, but it was better to say "yes" than "no".

In the evening, when Qu Yong went downstairs to eat, Xiang Shan Tianye had already disappeared. Soon after Qu Yong went upstairs, he heard the sound of an ambulance. It seemed that he had been sent to the hospital.

Japanese food is very strange, with less rice and more fish.

Japan is surrounded by water, and its cuisine is shaped by local customs. The most important feature of the dishes is fresh seafood. Qu Yong is eating sashimi and sushi, one plate after another. He has the Yangming Stomach Meridian and the Taiyin Spleen Meridian.

Through the connection, the acquired strength of the spleen and stomach has greatly increased, so he usually eats a lot, and gets hungry when he moves. Fortunately, although this sashimi tastes fishy to him, it has enough protein, and he can still keep his stomach full.

Just when he was eating the fifth plate, he sighed: "Although this thing looks good, it doesn't taste very good. It's neither spicy nor salty, and it has no taste. Alas..."

He is from Quzhou, Zhejiang. This place in Zhejiang is also very strange. For example, Hangzhou eats sweet food. The most famous sweet and sour fish is sweet. Hangzhou cuisine makes hot pot all sweet, but Quzhou is so spicy that I want to fry it.

Cabbage is also red. Qu Yong grew up in the countryside. There are two things he pays attention to when eating vegetables. One is spicy and the other is salty. Countryside people work hard and have strong taste. If it is not spicy, there will be no food. If it is not salty, there will be no strength.

This sashimi is spicy enough with some wasabi (wasabi), but unfortunately it is not salty. No wonder Qu Yong is not interested in eating it.

Just as he was sighing, a young man suddenly came over and sighed in Chinese: "Chinese culture is a chicken and Japanese culture is an egg. How can they be the same?"

Private hotels like this in Japan often have a long bar in the lobby on the first floor, where customers can sit and the sushi chef eats while serving customers. But Qu Yong had a big appetite, so he just sat and waited for his meal. He followed the sound and looked

, I saw the man next door wearing a long yellow trench coat, with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He was simply prettier than a woman, and his speaking voice was also very gentle, especially when he spoke Chinese without any difficulty.

"Oh?" Qu Yong was in a foreign country and could hear the Chinese language. The sense of intimacy was very strong. He said with a friendly smile: "Are you Chinese too?"

"I'm Japanese." The good-looking man also smiled slightly and said, "My name is Hideki Watanabe, hello."

"Watanabe Hideki?" Qu Yong was stunned. He didn't expect that he was Japanese. He nodded and said: "My name is Takei Taku. Hello, your name fits you very well. It's like a jade tree facing the wind. What's more, I didn't expect that,

You speak Chinese so well."

"Thank you." Watanabe Hideki said: "Japan and China have been communicating for thousands of years. As the saying goes, they are separated by a strip of water and face each other across the sea. In the Eastern world, there is no other country with such a deep cultural kinship as China and Japan. I

I really like Chinese culture. If you want to study Chinese culture, you must study Chinese and not read those so-called translations."

Qu Yong knew that even in Japan today, there are many people who like Chinese traditional culture. On the contrary, the Chinese themselves regard traditional culture as dross. It is really a great irony. He said curiously: "Since you are talking about China and Japan."

"A strip of water", do you think there is any difference between Chinese and Japanese culture?

Watanabe Hideki pointed to the eel sushi in front of him and said: "Take this food as an example. Oil is not commonly used to cook dishes in Japan. There is a big difference."

Qu Yong thought about what he had eaten since arriving in Japan. Sure enough, he asked, "Why is this? Do the Japanese think that adding oil to food is not delicious?"

"That's not the case." Watanabe Hideki said, his voice was very pleasant, "Back then, Monk Jianzhen traveled east to Japan and left behind countless cultures. Among them was the idiom "carelessness kills people", which was translated into Japanese as

"Oil is cut off, the enemy" means that after the oil is cut off, a big enemy will come, and this is actually used as a prophecy. Japan has a strong sense of crisis, so every household dare not use oil for cooking anymore. They must cherish oil and save oil in order to live safely.

Japan. For this reason, Japan uses as little or no oil as possible, and over time it has developed into Japanese dishes that are light and fresh."

Qu Yong was dumbfounded and said: "This...how does this feel like a fairy tale?"

Watanabe Hideki waved to the chef, ordered two bottles of sake, and handed him a bottle of Quyong. After the two had a drink, he said: "This may be a joke, but Chinese food pays attention to "color, aroma, and taste." Japan

Food pays attention to "color, shape and taste". The word "shape" has changed, and Japanese food is eaten with the eyes. Perhaps this can better reflect the dietary differences between Japanese and Chinese cultures."

"I think what you said makes sense. At least this sake is really clear." Qu Yong took two sips of the sake, and his mouth became even lighter. He shook his head and said, "Your Excellency has seen many people, has an outstanding demeanor, and has extraordinary conversation.

The rarest thing is to appear in such a small hotel for no reason and talk about Japanese culture with a Chinese stranger like me. So I boldly guessed, Watanabe-kun, you are from the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the previous Yamaguchi-gumi who came to invite you has already
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