Prelude
Hebei, a small county town that takes a long time to find on the map.
She looked at the dusty and stained night market in front of her through the car window. 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 stand is full of oil, and the people passing by wrap their coats tightly and pass through the thick smoke.
Cramped, astringent, cold and rough.
Beishangguang is 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, let's go."
It was windy in the north at this time, and the woman was wrapped in a large windbreaker, covering her body curves. Behind him 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 these days.
The old-fashioned TV was a bit damp, and the young Dou Wei was hoarse on the green screen. Just catching up with the line "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, Gu. There are also Ni's. There are warm-colored glass cabinets with various records and videos from the end of the last century, as well as some old photos with fuzzy pixels and even black and white. Teddy Robin, Xu, and Tan looked at each other holding microphones, with the words "Space Journey Concert in 1984" written next to them.
There are old-fashioned posters on the wall, with the words "Rouge Button" written on it, and the neck, eyebrows and eyes of Anita Mui, who is disguised as a man, 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 and thin young man who does not look more than twenty-five years old. He was wearing a black T-shirt and was pale.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yan?"
the woman asked with a smile.
"Ah, I am."
The girl in front of her in a windbreaker has a high nose bridge and straight, shallow eye sockets, beautiful facial features, and looks full of heroism. The whole person exudes a sharp energy.
Yan casually glanced at the silent crew-haired man behind the girl, and replied.
"I'm a director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I'm from Guangdong. My name is Lei, and Hong is my grandfather."
The woman showed her white teeth,
"In terms of seniority, I should call you senior brother."
She held Yan's slap with a warm and firm hand.
Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, and only when he heard the name "Hong" did he reveal a gleam of brilliance.
"Oh, sit down please"
The woman sat gracefully on a chair beside her, sizing up Yan silently. There was still a photo of her grandfather and this man together earlier in her home, but it was difficult to connect the sharp and rebellious young man in the photo with the owner of the video store in front of her. .
"I often hear my grandpa mention 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."
Yan's hands were 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 Senior Brother Yan can go to Guangdong with me to serve as a consultant for the association."
Yan raised his eyebrows and said:
"What kind of person am I? Ms. Lei should have heard about it. Speaking of self-knowledge, Yan is notorious in the martial arts world. Why do you think that I can help you?"
Lei 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, senior brother, but they will definitely be afraid of you."
Yan Wenyan couldn't help laughing.
"Sounds reasonable. It's a pity you're late."
The man holds up the glass.
"Miss Lei is an intellectual, AML, do you know what that means?"
Lei froze for a moment, and then a haze welled up in his heart. She tentatively said, "Acute myeloid leukemia."
Yan took a sip of water: "I was diagnosed with this disease a month ago. 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, and 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." Matched bone marrow."
The woman raised her head, and her whole body became much sharper.
"Maybe I made it difficult for senior brother this time, but..."
Ray weighed his words. "The association was my grandfather's life's work, and I cannot just watch it become a tool for some politicians to abuse their power or make profits."
"You say abuse of power...'
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 it not an abuse of power to put the association in your hands? Can you tell me, what is the difference between you and those politicians you hate?"
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 contact with the association's related matters since I was sixteen. No one knows it better than me, and no one loves it more than me."
Yan shook his head, and he put down his cup: "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." Yan lowered his head, and suddenly made a digression:
"Does Miss Lei like to read martial arts novels?"
Lei was a little dazed by the question, and she tried to answer: "Jin Yong?"
"Lao She, the soul-breaking gun."
The woman obviously didn't understand what Yan meant, but the crew-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 stood up silently, but did not leave immediately, but took out a business card and put it on the table under Yan's gaze.
She said: "Too many people have told me that Yan is such a domineering person, they must not have imagined what you look like, Senior Brother."
Yan tilted his head, but didn't speak.
"But my grandpa has always admired you, always has. Do you know how he evaluates you?"
Lei looked directly at the man, imitating his grandfather's tone.
"People who practice martial arts, first raise three points of evil spirits in their hearts. I have seen so many young people in my life, only this bastard, no more, no less, has enough evil spirits."
"Whether you agree to my request or not, senior brother, I sincerely hope that the three-point anger in senior brother's heart will not dissipate."
After speaking, Lei turned around and left with the middle-aged man.
Yan sat blankly for a while, then bent down to take up two cups of hot water and finish drinking them. just chuckled;
"What a wonderful girl."
He picked up a tissue 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...lol."
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..."
"clatter"
A pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped on the floor of his house, and Yan recognized that the owner of the shoes was the crew-cut man following behind Lei Jing.
"Anything else?"
Yan sat up, looked up, his spine felt a chill, 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 whitish fascia. The whole face was rotten.
Hearing Yan's question, the man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyeballs protruding outwards, as ferocious as a ghost.
Yan sucked the icy air into his lungs little by little, accompanied by the passionate percussion music on the TV screen, his short and powerful curse.
"Fuck!"
