CHAPTER 1513: CHAPTER 1514: NEVER REST UNTIL DEATH

Wu Jun really couldn’t stand it anymore; he thought your attempts to show off were way too obvious.

You still ignored Wu Jun and continued flipping pages, reading the book.

"Enough!" Wu Jun stood up immediately, angrily scolding you.

Slowly, you lifted your eyelids, your eyes calm and composed, and said in Minnan Language with a hint of coldness: "Lim be khòa tsue, kong lái he kuán (I’m reading, mind your own business)?"

"You... you’re so rude and barbaric!" Wu Jun was momentarily stunned and then directly attacked your character.

Your lips curved slightly upward, and you picked up a pen from the coffee table, marked several paragraphs on the page, taking up almost half a page, then tossed the book to Wu Jun and started reciting those paragraphs in flawless Parisian French.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun was stunned once again. He never expected that this beggar-like scarred man in front of him not only had a perfect accent but could also memorize such a lengthy passage in such a short time!

"The title of this book is ’If Everything Starts Over,’ written by a man in his fifties from France. The writing style is pretty good. I read a few pages before, but someone took it and used it as toilet paper."

Wu Jun didn’t want to lose face in front of Wei Songbo, so he hurriedly communicated with you in French, and you responded fluently. At the end, you asked in Wu Yu from the Nanjing area, "Na, nai she no da ga ning (Where are you from)?"

Wu Jun was stunned, and Li Mengjun immediately chuckled when she heard that because her grandmother was from Suzhou. She couldn’t speak Wu Yu but could understand it.

Seeing that the other side didn’t react, you then spoke in standard Mandarin: "You’re not Huaxia, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Songbo raised an eyebrow and immediately turned to look at Wu Jun.

"Nonsense! I’m from Southern Zhejiang Lu City; how am I not Huaxia?"

"Is that so?"

Saying this, you added another sentence that Wei Songbo and Li Mengjun couldn’t understand, leaving them both confused, while Wu Jun let out a low chuckle and replied with a completely unintelligible intonation.

"Hmm, it is indeed the Lu City dialect, but you have an accent. Did you learn this later? And it seems to be from the Jiangnan Yan area."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun’s eyelids twitched, feeling as if he had fallen into the beggar’s trap in front of him.

This time, you don’t intend to let Wu Jun off the hook, which is actually your nature.

Those who know you would know that although you usually remain calm and seem indifferent to the surrounding matters, once someone pisses you off, that person is bound to suffer because you have a habit of - never giving up without a fight!

Wu Jun was just about to speak when you said another sentence. Although it sounded somewhat similar to the previous one, upon careful listening, it seemed different.

Wei Songbo listened in a daze and turned to ask his wife beside him: "Mengjun, you are an expert in languages; please analyze what Little Li just said?"

Li Mengjun hesitated for a moment and explained: "Lu City Language is a form of ancient Wu Yu, which later developed into today’s Ou Language, commonly spread in the southern part of Eastern Hainan around the Ou River. But what Little Li just said was different. My college classmate was a Lu City native. I learned Lu City Language from her for six months, and I can understand most of it. However, I only caught a few intonations from Little Li’s sentence, which might be a local dialect."

Upon hearing Li Mengjun say this, you couldn’t help but say to the two of them, "Uncle Wei and Aunt Li, during the counterattack against Vietnam, there was such a story about the local dialect in Lu City. I wonder if you’ve heard it."

Wei Songbo shook his head, while Li Mengjun nodded slightly, smiling, "This matter indeed had a considerable impact on us language learners. The story goes that during the counterattack against Vietnam, because South Vietnam was very familiar with our country, they easily deciphered our information. At that time, many methods and languages were used, like Cantonese, Minnan Language, Wu Yu, etc., none of which worked. Later, a leader heard two soldiers speaking a dialect he had never heard of while cleaning their guns. After careful inquiry, it turned out they were from Lu City, from a small area called Qianku. What they were speaking was the local language, called Barbarian Language."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jun’s expression changed slightly.

Li Mengjun continued: "Later, they had these two soldiers convey important messages using this language. The enemy couldn’t decipher it at all. Barbarian Language played a great role in the Vietnam War, but it was rarely publicized, so only a few people know about it—only those of us who specialize in language studies know a bit."

Li Mengjun looked at you and said: "I never expected that you could speak Barbarian Language; it’s really a very difficult language to learn."

"I’m naturally sensitive to languages."

At this point, you smiled, and usually, when you smile in your ’Li Tian state,’ there are only two situations: one is genuine joy, and the other is when someone is going to have a bad day.

"Let me explain first, Jiangnan Yan refers to a plain area in the southern part of Lu City, called Cangnan, in Barbarian Language."

Your words seem unrelated, but you’ll notice, as you continue, that you might slowly unveil some matters, like peeling an onion layer by layer.

Although there was a strange feeling in his heart, Wu Jun still looked at you calmly: "I’m from Lu City Yueqing; I don’t know what you’re talking about."

You didn’t continue with Wu Jun’s words but suddenly changed the topic and asked Wu Jun, "Little Wu, did you also learn French?"

Wu Jun did not answer your question but instead made an issue of your "Little Wu" address.

"Mr. Lin, we don’t seem to be that familiar yet, and ’Little Wu’ is the nickname President Wei calls me. By calling me that, you’re making yourself sound old."

"Is that so?" You raised your eyebrow and asked with a smile, "What year were you born?"

"1994." Wu Jun didn’t lie about this part, as he had no reason to fabricate his age.

You nodded and then said casually, "Ah, 1994, the water level in your home must have been quite high, right?"

"Hmm?" Wu Jun did not understand this sentence.

"What, you forgot?"

You added one more sentence.

"I..."

While Wu Jun was still hesitating, you said with a smile, "In ’95, during Typhoon Sang Mei, the whole city of Lu City was flooded. I heard in some homes the water reached two or three meters.""

Wu Jun’s eyes flickered for a moment, then continued, "Yeah, our house was indeed quite flooded."

However, at this moment, Wei Songbo said, "Hey, Sang Mei was in ’06, it was a 17-level typhoon. I remember I was in Lu City for a meeting then, and the wind was so strong that I couldn’t sleep all night. The wind sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, and kept hitting the windows."