I used to have a nickname called “Big Snake.”
It was given to me by my opponent — a nickname, a nightmare for many fighters.
Strangling, suffocating, anti-coastal … I have heard the sound of a broken neck of the other, scrambling, like a blast of beans.
But I hanged him dead and surrounded his right and left arm from my back, so that he stretched his arms into a thread like a cross crucified on the ground. In these circumstances, he will die and cannot even ask for mercy.
It’s the only thing that goes down there and pisses on the ring.
My boss praised me for saying, “You’re a executioner. I’m sorry.
But who in this world would willingly sell themselves to hell?
I was forced to do it step by step.
One.
It’s been over a decade since I graduated from college, and the first second I’ve been a star, and the second I’ve become blind without a temporary residence permit.
Out of school, everything’s changed.
I didn’t know what was going on that year, and it was so hard to find a bar owner and ask me if I wanted to be an angry waitress.
I didn’t even think about it. You told me to do ducks.
When I got into office, I realized what “repulsive waiter” was, in fact, a “human sandbag” for guests to vent their emotions.
The name of the bar was “The Wind” and it was the only boxing bar in Tianjin. In addition to drinking and jumping, there are three boxing competitions a week. My job is the “by-product” of a boxing competition — some customers want to have some fun, and I use my body as a sandbag to handle their fists.
I still don’t understand. Who the hell invented this job?
I work every night, I pick up 78 cards a night when business is good. Now I remember my first customer: shaved his head, dressed like he was from Tangshan.
He’s wearing a good boxing suit, he doesn’t even say hello, he punches me in the face. I’ve had my eyes black and intuitively crouched in the corner of the ring and let my fists fall like rain. The bar owner was afraid of something, and kept shouting, “Slower, lower…”
After five minutes of heavy bombardment, it’s over, and I’m all that’s left.
The bar owner knew him well and complained: “I told you to be gentle. It’s a freshman. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to play for fun. I heard him draw money from his wallet.
The bar owner, Hu, took care of me and gave me 150 that night. I was wondering, “Hu, didn’t you say 80 times? I’m sorry.
Hu said, “He’s too heavy. This is your first time today, take it as compensation. I’m sorry.
I had a first. But for the first time someone could sell hundreds of thousands of dollars, my first time was worth 150 pounds of beef.
Because of the shyness of the bag, every night I come home from work, and I’m going to walk in the car.
Yingkawa is a bar-based singer. The first time I saw her, she was wearing an old pair of jeans, she was holding Mike with her hands, she was humming with her eyelids and her eyes and eyes, and she had a big wave of hair, and she had smoke on her face, and a whole piece of dirt.
She and I are two worlds.
She sat me in the back of a taxi, and she had a cigarette in her hand, and turned her head and said to me, “The cloud is moving. I am not interested in you, but I am taking you by the way.” This was also arranged by Hugo. I’m sorry.
I said, “I know. I’m sorry.
“You’re a college student, right?”
“Really. I’m sorry.
She’s pretty direct.
“…” I’m just saying that I have to come up with something in order to prove my identity. I’m sorry.
“Oh? I’m sorry.
“Synchuan is the Hanyang Tree, the fragrance of parrots. For God’s sake, in the crane building. I’m sorry.
She was ashamed and smiled, perhaps for the first time ever.
But don’t say she smiles nice.
That’s it. I’ve had the toughest days of my life with my job as an angry waitress. Mother called to ask me how I am, how I work and do I need to send money home…
My family doesn’t have a phone. Mothers call from the neighbor’s house. Listen to my mother’s old voice, and my tears don’t run out. But I have to keep my emotions under control and tell my mother that everything is fine, that my work is stable and that I don’t have to worry.
I’m ashamed to go in there with a sew. I feel I’m insulting the dignity of my parents with my own body.
This sense of shame is simply beyond the reach of a man, but in the face of naked reality, I have to lower my head and give up my body. The world is like a sea of bitterness, and the “depression waiter” is the only thing I can catch.
Two.
I’ve had many special guests, like lovers.
Some men prefer to watch their girlfriends vent violence on stage and then enjoy it alone as if they had a great deal of satisfaction.
That day, a boss, a suit with a big waist, looked like a success. I thought he was going to fight, and I didn’t think he said to his girlfriend, “You go.” I’m sorry.
His girlfriend is gentle, white and beautiful, and he’s so scared to shake his head.
The boss did an unexpected move, he raised his hand and slapped her in the face, saying, “The Chanel bag, I’ll buy it for you tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
That’s what they say, “Slapping, giving me a sweet date”?
His girlfriend cried with tears and said, “Why…”
Wolf culture! “How do you think I can do this?” Wolves, that’s the core of my business! You followed me, you have to understand my inner world! I’m sorry.
His girlfriend cried and put on a boxer and walked into the ring. I thought this small woman had no power, but it turned out I was wrong.
I don’t know if it’s the heat of Chanel’s bag, but her “wolfness” was also triggered, and I was forced into the corner with a fist and a fist, and I barely fell on the fence.
It was terrible that human instincts were being released completely, and the more excited she was, the more she was, the squealing before her, the screaming seemed to tear me apart. She used her knee to the point where she couldn’t use her fists.
I fell on the ring in pain. Hu, the bar owner, came up and stopped her: “Miss, only fists, no knees. I’m sorry.
“Oh, oh, sorry. “She’s panting, she’s so excited, she’s red, she’s like two guys before she goes to the station. Her man claps his hand under the stage, “Tsing, good job! Wolves! I’m sorry.
Her name is Tsing, but it’s not Ning Tsing.
After that, Hu said, “Is everything all right?” I’m sorry.
“Thank God it’s a little unfair, or else I’ll go straight to sterilization. “I took a drink with my heart and I almost blew it out.
It’s like horse piss. And I said, “What is this?”
Tequila, the soul of Mexico. “What a taste! I’m sorry.
I looked around, and I saw a man in a florist shirt, 40 years old, skinny, with no two fleshs on his face, with a blind face, staring at his empty glass. I threw the wine in front of him, “Hey, man, buy you a drink.” I’m sorry.
Men looked at me strangely. I left my mouth open: “It’s on the boss, I don’t like it.” I’m sorry.
“Tequila, good stuff. When he heard that, he took a bottle of Shelby in, covered the cup with a cup mat and knocked on the table. After removing the mattress, the foam in the cup came out. And then he brought up his cup, and he scoffed and drank.
That’s a good drink.
Just as I was bored waiting for the next business, the big gun came with his friend.
Large guns are a professional boxer and often come to the scene. This guy’s shoulder is thick, and he’s got a big fat piece of meat, like a calf. But I hate him. He always looks like he’s got a big mouth.
There was no suspense in the big gun game tonight, and it became clear that the opponent had a slightly weaker skill, and in the run to round three, he swayed down, swayed through the attack, and hit each other, and then went up and down and down and down and down.
There was a cheering whistling in the bar, and the big guns came off the stage. I’m up to it because every time I get here, I’ve got business.
A bald brother ordered my order. He just watched the big guns race and was excited to move back and forth on stage and keep attacking my chin like a big guns hook. I kept my jaw tight, my hands on my face and symbolically hid from his attack.
When I was hanging out with my bald-headed brother, the stage was so noisy and the gun was like, “What the hell is going on?” What are you doing here?
I had a glimpse of the light, and my heart was tight, and a few of my friends from the big gun were rounding up and pushing rudely.
I didn’t say anything, but I can think that her cold eyes would only make people ashamed.
Indeed, when the gun was seized with excitement, he shouted, “Look what! Who are you with?” I’m telling you, don’t pretend to be serious! You’re clean, you’re here to sell? Yeah, I just wanted to touch you. I’ll give you the money! We don’t need this!”
Hu went up there to persuade her, but the gun couldn’t stand the look of Sakakawa and gave her a slap.
The sound of puddles, I don’t know why, blew up some emotion in my heart. I jumped out of the ring and cried, “Damn gun, fuck you!” I’m sorry.
The big gun just turned around and I punched him in the face!
A few of his friends came up at once, and the big gun was swinging, “Don’t move! I’m sorry.
And he spitted at me and laughed at me, “Come on, it’s the other way round. I didn’t know I could eat a few or two metres. I’ll teach you how to be a woman! I’m sorry.
Yingkawa’s gonna pull me away. I threw her hand away and I looked at the big gun.
And the big gun was put on, and he smote his face with his face: “Don’t let me bully you, let me give you two. Come on, fight this way.” I’m sorry.
I got up there, and it was just a backhand. I’ve been thinking about it all the time: OK, hit!
But in a moment, the big gun snuck out. I took a emptiness and then I took a punch in the stomach!
I figured it out.
I understand the difference between profession and amateurs, which have an insurmountable gap. I was beaten for three months, when I was a human sandbag for three months, and I realized I had a lot of experience in the field, but I was just as vulnerable in front of a big gun as a piece of paper.
I’ve never even had a fist like that — just one punch, and that penetrator goes right into my obituary.
One big punch broke up any of my defenses and offensives, and I’m like a “human sandbag” to him. Even if I bend my hands to my head, I will not be able to defend him from a sharp and fast combination of fists. His fist went from a very rough line into my boxing emptiness and hit me like a tumble. Any form of resistance and resistance is meaningless.
Enough! * A man jumped on me and held me tight * I almost lost my focused eyes, and I saw a clear river full of tears. The smoked makeup on her face had been washed black by tears.
The big gun also felt bored, threw a knuckle in my face and said “shit” and left with his friend.
In the eyes of all those who looked differently, I cried with my hands on my face and lost my voice. I held her in my arms and I pushed her out.
Humiliation. The humiliation caused by poverty and weakness can no longer be more painful. At that time, if I had the dignity, I’d rather be a dog.
At night, when I left work, I was so determined to take my ride. Just walked out to the bar, and I was stopped by the man who drinks tequila.
“Brother, man. Make friends if you don’t mind. He reached out.
I looked at him, I didn’t talk, I turned around.
“Don’t rush away. The man stopped me again, “Today you bought me a tequila, and I’m sick of you.” If you want, I can avenge you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know. I don’t want to talk to anyone. When I walked out of the bar, I heard him in the back saying, “I’ll come tomorrow night.” I’m sorry.
3
This evening, Yingchuan did not let me get off the bus, but took me straight to her home.
She rents herself a room, a small house, but much better than my doghouse. She flipped over the cupboard and found a bottle of wine and covered it with cotton balls.
I looked her in the eye, and the fumes of tears were scattered over her eyes, but I still couldn’t hide her face. She’s focused on my forehead and she’s not paying attention to my eyes.
“In fact, you don’t have to do it for me. She suddenly spoke.
I was silent, “I’m not just doing it for you, but for myself.” I’m sorry.
Yingkawa is dark. Perhaps at this moment, two people at the bottom of society really understand what it means to feel.
After the wine was wiped out, I watched the TV for a while, and Yingchuan took a shower, and she was in her pajamas and her wet hair was scattered. The first time I saw her wash out of the leaded face, it was so clear, it was amazing.
She took up her pillow: “I shall sleep on the couch, and you shall sleep on the bed.” I’m sorry.
No, no, no. I got up in a hurry, “No way I’ll let you sleep on the couch. I’ll sleep. I’m sorry.
“The couch is too small. You can’t reach out. I’m sorry.
I looked at it, really. It can’t be difficult.
“Let’s all sleep in the bed. “The bed is big and can sleep with two people.” I’m sorry.
As the guest of the Lord, I pondered and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
There is a woman lying next to me in the night, but strangely, I have no thought or impulse, but I am tired.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep soon. Sleeps like a dead man.
And you do not believe in it, nor can one, in the midst of extreme poverty and humiliation, summon a desire for the opposite sex. We were in a room together, not alone, but two stray dogs licking each other’s wounds.
I woke up the next day in pain and even wondered if my ribs had been broken. But in order to make a living, I went to the bar as usual.
It’s just that I’m praying to the people who do my business today to be gentle.
There were no fights at night, but he brought a few friends to drink. I turned my head and didn’t see him, and he walked from me while he was laughing at my friends.
I look like a fucking dog.
“Brother. “And suddenly someone slapped me on my shoulder. I looked up, and yesterday he drank a cup of tequila, as if he could remember.
“Man, how much do you have?” he asked.
“What? “I ask with vigilance.
“Give me the money first. I’ll put a bet on it and fight that big gun. Otherwise he won’t fight me. I’m sorry.
“Are you crazy?” I looked at him for nothing.
“I avenge you. He hit me on the shoulder again.
I couldn’t bear to wave, “Who let you avenge me?” I’m fine now, thank you!”
“He not only hit you yesterday, he insulted you. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten the humiliation and the hangover. And I bowed my head: “I have no power to insult, I deserve it, and I should not fight him.” I’m such an idiot.
“The stone is hard, but the egg is life. “You were a man yesterday. I’m sorry.
I’m shaking. You’ve been in society for so long, you’ve never been recognized. I never thought I’d hear it for the first time from a stranger who met.
I turned around and looked at him, and this seemingly malnourished middle-aged man didn’t wear a florist shirt today, but instead changed a tight T-shirt, and under wraps of clothes, he could see a muscle line in his waist.
“No, you can’t hit him.” I shook my head, “He’s professional. I’m sorry.
The man laughed: “I am not a vegetarian either. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure you want to shoot a big gun? I’m sorry.
“You give me the money, you double it, you lose it. I’m sorry.
I flip $500 out of my pocket, that’s my monthly living expenses. I hesitated to stick it in his hand: “You’re just for that drink? I’m sorry.
The man smiled, and there was a thin wrinkle in the eye: “Do you think so? I’m sorry.
“Yes, what’s your name?”
Call me Swordfish. “When a man says that name, he has a sudden and uncapturing breath in his eyes.
All right, Swordfish, looks like the name matches his body.
I watched him walk to the table with my money. The swordfish went straight through, said nothing, and put the money on the table.
The men of the guns looked up at him for no reason.
“I want to fight you. You’re gonna win, and you’re gonna lose. Double. I’m sorry.
And when the big one was shot, he laughed: “Who are you? Are you tired of living?”
How dare you? “The swordfish ignored his laughter and forced him to ask.
“How dare you blow your balls! “I’m not going to do this, but I’m going to do it.” I’m sorry.
Swordfish smiles: “I want to say in advance that I’m not using boxing rules. I’m sorry.
“I don’t give a shit about your rules. I’m sorry.
Two men went to the ring, the guests of the bar were attracted, and Hu dropped his work and watched the scene in the ring for no reason.
The swordfish stood with the big guns and the physical disadvantages were obvious. He’s too thin. Compared to a big gun, it’s like a doorboard.
I suddenly felt a sense of despair: the man named Swordfish was dead, and I had imagined that he had been beaten with blood.
I started to feel sorry for that $500.
I was surprised when the game started without a big gun. I’ve tried his power in a box, and if he doesn’t, ordinary people can’t bear it.
Put the big gun in the box, close the chin and move your feet. Swordfish are standing in a normal position, with a microbow, two hands up front and eyes on the movements of the big guns.
I don’t want to look anymore.
The gun was turned upside down twice, and an exploratory jab was punched out and the swordfish retreated back. The big gun goes on, and it’s a quick and heavy backhand!
In that moment, the swordfish moved!
Instead of pulling back, he was punching at a big gun!
He leaned over his body, bypassed the arm of a large gun, caught a hand around the neck of a large gun, and then the whole man jumped, as if a snake plate had been on him.
The big gun failed to protect the entire body from the force of drag down, and then fell. The two of you were entwined on the ring, and then the big gun screamed. The beers in his mouth were sprayed out!
I can’t believe my eyes! I stood up and confirmed once again that the painful cry had come out of a big gun — he was lying on the ring, struggling hard, while the swordfish had their legs on his chest and head, and hung his right arm, holding him on the ground in a position I had never seen before.
I’ll know later that this is the famous lock-and-arms cross!
4
Don’t blame me for not seeing it. How many people knew about the “cracker” a decade ago?
It’s a swordfish.
I took the money I earned and I asked the swordfish to go for it.
When I was drinking, I was like, “Swordfish… I’m sorry.
Swordfish smiled: “I left my hand today, otherwise the big gun’s arm would be broken.” I’m sorry.
“What kind of kung fu is this? I’m sorry.
Swordfish poured a large sip of beer and said two words that changed my life course: “Soft arts.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t even know what juicy was. I didn’t even hear it. But I don’t know why those two words gave me a mysterious power, and I was a little bit excited.
Swordfish, is that your nickname? What’s your real name? I’m sorry.
Liu Jinye. I’m sorry.
I thought, “I’ll call you Swordfish.” I’m sorry.
“Call anything. It’s a name. “The swordfish don’t care.
But I saw hope in his carelessness. I felt the blackness of the wrapping around myself, and a light struggled to come in from the cracks.
When I left work at night, I volunteered to take the car home. I have to say, it feels really good to spend money.
“What is this swordfish? I’m sorry.
“He said he was tired of playing a professional competition abroad in previous years and now comes back and runs a training school himself. I’m sorry.
“You’re going to him tomorrow? I’m sorry.
“Well,” I nod, “I want to change myself, I have to do something. I’m sorry.
“No, it’s a cloud, ” and it shakes its head, “I don’t think it’s that simple. I’m sorry.
“You think too much. I’m relieved.
“I hope so. “I hope my instincts are wrong.” I’m sorry.
The next day, according to the address given to me by the swordfish, I walked around the street and finally found his training school in an isolated alley.
I looked around.
“What’s wrong, not good enough? Swordfish came out, “I’m a martial arts school, not heaven. I’m sorry.
The training facility was adapted to an abandoned warehouse, although poor and clean. On the floor, there were mats, and on the wall there were some competition posters, and I was surprised to find out, “You were in the poster?” I’m sorry.
The swordfish speak with some pride and regret: “It’s all in the past when they played a professional competition abroad.” I’m sorry.
“Do you still fight now? I’m sorry.
“I’m tired and I’m back. Open such a training facility. I’m sorry.
“How many students are there? I’m sorry.
“If you’re included, the sword and fish have touched the mouth,” just one. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
Swordfish scratches their heads unsustainably: “No way. There’s very little practice in the country, no one has ever heard of it. The last time a few girls came to ask me, before I finished, they left and said they’d better go to yoga. I’m sorry.
“But I don’t have the money to pay you.” I’m sorry.
“You don’t say I know. “Do you really want to practice soft arts?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m very clear. I don’t want to live like a dog.
“Software isn’t as simple as you can see, you’ll suffer a lot. I’m sorry.
I thought you’d suffer more than being a human bag. I was just trying to say something, “Well, let me ask you something and get changed.” I’m sorry.
White stylists, black belts, very nice together. But I wonder, “Why do you have to wear a dress, Fish?” I’m sorry.
“Software, unlike other combat tactics, is not only a symbol but also a means of attack. “The swordfish says,
I suddenly realized that training had begun.
“The clothes as an attack? I don’t understand. I’m sorry.
“Come on, you attack me.” Swordfish swings.
“How?”
“Assist anything. I’m sorry.
I’m a little hesitant to hurt him, but it turns out I’m thinking too much.
Swordfish pulled out of my fist one by one, with his left hand scratching through the front of my tuxedo, stomping and my weight fell in his direction. He then reached out his right hand, grabbed my other side of the dress, hung his hands, and his collar strangled my throat like a strut!
I can’t breathe right now! The fear of death has suddenly burst into the brain.
The swordfish let go and I fell on my knees and coughed around my neck. It was terrible. It was just a moment when I lost my resistance.
“I forgot to tell you, if you can’t bear it, you can shoot me with your hands or I’ll let you go. Swordfish apologized for shrugging their shoulders, and “The ground is the same as the ground.” I’m sorry.
“If you’re a little late, I’ll hang up.
“The technology was just called the Scratch.” Swordfish laughs, “Do you know what a tuxedo does now? I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused: “Why wear it if it’s so easy to be hanged in a tuxedo? I’m sorry.
The sword is double-edged, and the swordfish sound like a philosopher: “The dress is not only for you to be hanged, but also for you to be hanged. Come on, attack me.”
And this time I did not dare to move, and said, “Slow down.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I have a number. I’m sorry.
I punched him in the face and fell again like lightning. The body was suddenly out of control and turned upside down like a dream. Now, remember, he’s supposed to be using a “scrambling” that destroys each other’s legs and loses their weight.
After the fall, the swordfish quickly took control of me, one arm crossed under my neck and the other was put on my neck. The two arms are like a winch, and they’re scrambling.
Almost at the same time, I was rushing to shoot his body. I was still restless — for the first time, I felt that life was so fragile.
“This time I didn’t use your dress, I just used my sleeve. “The right hand grabs the left sleeve, the left hand grabs the right sleeve and interacts with the neck, and it’s called “the cuffing.” See, that’s the power of the dowry. I’m sorry.
5
I really didn’t think that this seemingly non-lethal dress would be able to make a difference. I’m wearing the sweat of my head. It’s a dangerous technology.
Swordfish said that soft arts can be broadly divided into two categories: hanging and joints. The two tactics that he had just made were the hanging, which was the suffocation of the other.
The art of joints is a ground-based delivery technique that controls the anti-coast, such as the “lock-arms cross” used that day against a big gun, a joint technique.
So, I started systematic soft arts training at the swordfish training facility, which was the first time in my life that I was exposed to combat.
I went to college for more than a decade, and I didn’t think I’d drop out and become a fighter.
When I was in college, I had so many fantasies about my future life. In my view, either be an elite in the world of work, in and out of the high-end writing buildings, or get into the set and get a secure iron job … I didn’t expect these plans to all fail in the face of reality.
My life was full during that time: getting up early and running to the gym, starting with a day of training. Swordfish’s hard-trained and iron-blooded, it’s like a hell of a monster. At night, I had to drag my tired body back to work at the bar and fuck my “squawk waiter.”
However, when someone’s fists hit me with impunity, I know I’m just patient, not a hopeless sandbag.
Even in the face of a big gun, I will not run away. I am no longer afraid of anyone. But I don’t know why my attitude towards Yingkawa has become the same cold one before.
Maybe that’s what she was, the gentleness of the moment that was shown to me, and the wind blew away like the sand that was attached to the window. When I’m lonely, I always think of the night that Yingchuan helped me rub my drink.
I always wanted to say something to her, but there was nothing to say. Yeah, well, we’ve met, we’ve lost our lives.
When I left work that night, I suddenly came to the business, and a woman called me by name to hit my “human sandbag”.
I looked at her and thought about it. That’s the one under my knee.
It’s the first time I’ve met a returner after all this time. So I said to her, “Where’s your husband? I’m sorry.
As soon as she heard that, her face went down and she said, “Don’t mention that heartless bastard! I talked to him for months. I didn’t know he was married! The kids are in high school! Men don’t have a good thing. They’re all liars! I’m sorry.
The old man fooled the girl. She was upset. I can’t help but say, “Well, let’s do it.” I’m sorry.
Siu Sin really treated me like I’m the one who’s going to do it. At the end of the day, she jumped on me and cried.
It’s embarrassing, I can’t help but tap her shoulder and say, “Hey, don’t cry. I’m sorry.
It was only then that she lifted up her head, and said, “Take me home.” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“Don’t let you run for nothing. I’ll give you money.
Money. This damn thing, how many times have I been forced to lower the noble head?
“Well, I’ll take you home. I said yes in good faith.
Siu Sin lives in a single apartment. Then, when she reached the land, she grabbed me and said, “Come up with me and speak. I feel so alone.” I’m sorry.
What does that mean? But the money she promised wasn’t enough. I had to nod and follow her upstairs.
Tsing entered the door and poured two glasses of wine, complaining, “Men have no good.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, “I’m not good anymore. I’m sorry.
“No, no, don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about you. “You’re a good man, or I won’t let you take me home.” I think you’re very reliable, and since I saw you at the bar, I think you’re not like them.
“What good is reliable?” I laughed, “Look at me, there’s no room, no car.” I’m sorry.
“I figured out what a RV was. I’m alone, I’m lonely, I’m missing a man…’ The voice of Siu Sin is getting weaker and leaning on my shoulder.
My body reacted immediately, and a sudden impulse towards the opposite sex began, and even worse, Tsing was put on me, and his lips were soaring in my ears.
My little universe is almost bursting.
But I don’t know why, at that moment, my mind suddenly appeared with that down face.
The soldiers were defeated. I feel my own blood getting cold.
And I stood up, and I said, “It’s too late. I’m going back. “And then, without heeding her surprise eyes, she went underground in a hurry.
And I returned to the bar as soon as I could, and Hu said as soon as he saw me, “Go and advise, and drink too much.” I’m sorry.
Yingchuan sits in the corner of the bar and is pouring wine into the cup. I had a past that held her wrist: “Don’t drink. I’m sorry.
Sakakawa raised his head, his eyes jumped, and his head was down: “What, you’re done? I’m sorry.
I knew she was jealous, and I explained: “I took her home and came back.” I’m sorry.
I know she doesn’t believe, but I can explain again: “I really didn’t do anything! I’m sorry.
“What do you care if you do it or not? I’m sorry.
Hey, woman, I don’t get it.
She picks up her glasses and drinks, and I take it from her, and I ask, “What do you want?” I’m sorry.
“What are you?” What right do you have to do with me?”
I’m stuck and I feel like I’m punched in the chest.
Yeah, what do I deserve? Do people like me, who are at the bottom of the city, have no money, no room, no car, the only job they have is to be beaten?
For me, survival is the first thing, and love is just a luxury locked in a window in a high-end store, only to look, not to touch.
And I walked out of the bar and stood alone in the empty streets, and suddenly I understood the saying: “A man has no kind.”
The next day of training, I lost my mind and made several mistakes. Swordfish stares at me, and suddenly they slap me in the face.
I’m covering my face. I’m stung.
“What are you doing? Tell me, what are you doing? “The swordfish are smug and thin as if they were crushing some violent energy. Honestly, I’ve never seen him look like that.
I don’t know what to say.
“What do you take soft arts for? “Was it fun to be bored in life? Or is it exciting?”
“It’s not like that…”
“If you don’t want to practice, get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to waste my time on a piece of shit! I’m sorry.
When I heard the word “waste,” I couldn’t help it any longer. I sat on the floor, and my tears fell.
Swordfish also realized his lies, and he handed me a towel, explaining, “The cloud, I didn’t mean that.”
I covered my face with towels and I choked and said, “Are there any hope for a man like me?” I’m sorry.
“I know how you feel.” You have nothing, not even in this society. You want to get rid of this life, but first we have to be able to face ourselves. Do you know why I taught you soft arts? Just because you didn’t do anything when you were facing a big gun that day, you deserve it. I’m sorry.
“But life hasn’t changed much…”
“How come it hasn’t changed? No change. Can you meet me? Men must be strong. Don’t try to survive by chance, eat by strength! I’m asking, do you always buy lottery tickets at the alley? I’m sorry.
“Well…”
“This is your weakness! “You buy the lottery, you put hope on the empty numbers! How can you let anything else happen? You can control yourself, only yourself. I’m sorry.
“Fishie, don’t you buy lottery tickets there? I’m sorry.
“I’m like you? “I’ve never had a choice, I write my own number! My destiny, it’s up to me! I’m sorry.
What a man who listens to His Majesty, and the gladiators read. After the sword and the fish opened up, I suddenly felt like I wasn’t that bad.
Man, there’s still a reference. Register number: YXA1DYnRY6TnBZryNPfJEJZ
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
