Hebei, a small county that takes a long time to find on the map.
Through the car window, she looked at the dusty and stained night market in front of her. The voices of people could be heard far away, and the street was full of the strong smell of poppy shells coming from hot pot restaurants.
The owner of the barbecue stall had a greasy face, and the people passing by wrapped their coats tightly and walked through the thick smoke.
Cramped, astringent, cold and rough.
Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are the illusion of this country, and small counties are the truth of this country. Women have heard similar words before. Just never had a deep experience.
This is probably her last chance, she sighed and said:
"Here it is, Uncle Bai, get out of the car."
It was windy in the north at this time, and the woman was wrapped in a large windbreaker, covering her body curves. Behind her was a man in his thirties, standing straight and firm, with a neat crew cut.
The two stepped into a dilapidated video store one after the other.
This bleak business is really rare nowadays.
The old-fashioned TV was a bit trendy, and the young Dou Wei was hoarse on the green screen. Just catching up with the phrase "What you have is your body, which is beautiful, and what I have is my memory, a wonderful feeling." The lyrics are so dirty.
Stacks of martial arts novels are piled up everywhere, Liang Yusheng, Gu Long. There are also Ni Kuang¡¯s. Warm-colored glass cabinets display various records and videos from the end of the last century, as well as some old photos with fuzzy pixels or even black and white. Teddy Robin, Xu Guanjie, and Alan Tam looked at each other with microphones, and the words "Space Journey Concert in 1984" were written next to them.
There are old-fashioned posters on the wall, with the words "Rouge Button" written on it, and Anita Mui's neck, eyebrows and eyes are as pale as smoke.
"What do you want?"
The voice is clear and gentle. not like a rough northern man
What is surprising is that the owner of such an old-fashioned store is a tall, thin young man who looks no older than twenty-five years old. He was wearing a black T-shirt and was pale.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Yan?"
the woman asked with a smile.
"Ah, I am."
The woman in front of her in a windbreaker has a high and straight nose, shallow eye sockets, beautiful facial features, and looks full of heroism. The whole person exudes a sharp energy.
Li Yan casually glanced at the silent crew-haired man behind the woman, and replied.
"I am a director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I am from Guangdong. My name is Lei Jing. Lei Hongsheng is my grandfather."
The woman showed her white teeth,
"In terms of seniority, I should call you senior brother."
She took Li Yan's slap with a warm and firm hand.
Li Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, and only when he heard the name "Lei Hongsheng" did he reveal a gleam of light.
"Oh, sit, sit, the place is small, don't be surprised."
The woman sat gracefully on a chair beside her, silently looking at Li Yan. Her family still had a photo of her grandfather and this man together earlier, but it was difficult to connect the sharp and unruly young man in the photo with the owner of the video store in front of her. stand up.
"I often hear my grandpa mention my senior brother. He always says that you are the most talented person he has ever met."
The man turned around and took out the thermos, and asked while making water.
"The old man is still in good health?"
The woman's eyes lowered, "He is an old man, he passed away years ago."
Li Yan's hand was steady, and the water didn't spill at all. He put down the thermos and took a deep look at the woman.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
The woman pursed her lips and said, "I hope Brother Li can go to Guangdong with me to serve as a consultant for the association."
Li Yan raised his eyebrows and said:
"Who am I, Ms. Lei should have heard about it. Speaking of self-knowledge, Li Yan is notorious in the martial arts world. Why do you think that I can help you?"
Lei Jing was silent for a while, then smiled sweetly and said:
"Rather than being notorious, it is better to say that you are notorious. Maybe those people will not respect you, brother, but they will definitely be afraid of you."
Hearing this, Li Yan couldn't help laughing.
"Sounds reasonable. Too bad you're late."
The man picked up the cup.
"Miss Lei is someone who has read the book, aml, do you know what it means?"
Lei Jing was stunned for a moment, and then a thought came to her heart.?Haze. She tentatively said, "Acute myeloid leukemia."
Li Yan took a sip of water: "I was diagnosed with this disease a month ago, and your old man knows that I have no relatives or reasons."
He smiled: "So, I'm afraid I can't help you."
The woman looked down at her nails for a while, and then said dryly: "The medical conditions in the south are much better than here. I also know some well-known doctors abroad. Leukemia is not a terminal illness. Even if you don't have brothers and sisters, brother, it is entirely possible to find them." paired bone marrow."
The woman raised her head, her whole body became much sharper.
"Maybe I made it difficult for senior brother this time, but"
Lei Jing considered the words. "The association is my grandfather's lifelong painstaking effort. I cannot just watch it become a tool for some politicians to exercise power or make profits."
"You say you want to exercise power"
Li Yan suddenly interrupted the woman's words. He drank the hot water and played with the cup in his hand. Smiling at the woman, there was an inexplicable evil in him.
"Why is putting the association in your hands not gaining power? Can you tell me the difference between you and those politicians you hate?"
Li Yan's words were very blunt, which made the crew-haired man beside him frown.
The woman's face was very calm, and she just explained slowly: "The Guoshu Association was founded by my grandfather. I have been in touch with related matters of the association since I was sixteen. No one knows it better than me, and no one loves it more than me."
Li Yan shook his head, he put down his glass: "I shook hands with Miss Lei just now, your hands are very tender, you haven't practiced martial arts before."
The woman pursed her lips.
"I have been in poor health since I was a child, and the kung fu at home is overbearing. So I only practice some breathing kung fu to restore breath."
"So." Li Yan lowered his head, and suddenly made a digression:
"Does Miss Lei like to read martial arts novels?"
Lei Jing was a little dazed by the question, she tried to answer: "Jin Yong?"
"Lao She, the soul-destroying gun."
The woman obviously didn't understand what Li Yan meant, but the short-haired man beside him squinted his eyes.
"Anyway, I'm sick, I really don't have much energy to help you. Thank you for your kindness. If you two want to stay for a meal, I cooked dumplings. If you don't want to, please feel free. Also, Offer incense to the old man for me."
Speaking of this, there is obviously no need to talk about it.
After a while, Lei Jing stood up silently, but did not leave immediately, but took out a business card and put it on the table under Li Yan's gaze.
She said: "Too many people have told me how domineering Li Yan is, they must never have imagined what you look like, senior brother."
Li Yan tilted his head and did not speak.
"But my grandfather has always admired you, always has. Do you know how he evaluates you?"
Lei Jing looked directly at the man, imitating his grandfather's tone.
"People who practice martial arts, first raise three points of evil in their hearts. I have seen so many young people in my life, only this bastard is not too much, and he has enough evil."
"Whether you agree to my request or not, senior brother, I sincerely hope that the three-point anger in my senior brother's heart will not dissipate."
After finishing speaking, Lei Jing turned around and left with the middle-aged man.
Li Yan sat blankly for a while, then bent down to drink two cups of hot water. just chuckled;
"What a powerful girl."
He picked up a paper towel and wiped his nose. He didn't care about the bright red on the paper, and threw it aside. The whole person lay down on the sofa.
"Three points of evil spirit Hehe."
Li Yan covered his forehead with his right hand, recalling the hale and hearty old man with thick eyebrows, his smile was a little more bitter.
"I'm sorry, old man"
"Da"
A pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped on the floor of his house, and Li Yan recognized that the owner of the shoes was the crew-cut man following behind Lei Jing.
"Anything else?"
Li Yan sat up, looked up, felt a chill down his spine, and his maroon pupils shrank uncontrollably.
The door frame was rattled by the man's pale fingers. He buried his body like a beast, and the bright red flesh on his face drooped little by little, sticking to the silky white fascia. The whole face was rotten.
Hearing Li Yan's question, the man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyeballs protruding outwards, as ferocious as a ghost.
Li Yan inhaled the cold air into his lungs little by little, accompanied by the passionate percussion music on the TV screen, and his short and powerful curse.
"Fuck!" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Inhaling the cold air into the lungs little by little, accompanied by the passionate percussion music on the TV screen, was his short and powerful curse.