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Chapter 1 Wu Qing
Today is May Day, the martial arts school is on holiday, but Wu Qing is used to getting up early, when he went downstairs to buy breakfast, a car rushed into the sidewalk and hit him.

he died.

The car and the corpse crashed into the TV shop next to it. These TVs of various sizes were playing the same picture and the same sound.

The movie "No Country for Old Men".

An old policeman looked at the young woman:

"Even if it is a struggle between humans and cattle, the outcome is still uncertain."

…………

"Boom!"

With such a loud sound, Wu Qing couldn't remember whether it really hit the back of his head, and the memory in his mind was a little confused.

He clearly remembered that he was going out to buy breakfast but was hit by a car. When he woke up again, the last memory in his mind was not the appearance of the car that hit him, but the sound of the back of his head and the smell of earth lingering on the tip of his nose. taste.

Wu Qing covered her head, opened her eyes, and struggled to get up from the ground.

"The bell rings."

As Wu Qing got up, a bell rolled down from Wu Qing's body.

A wild dog lingering beside Wu Qing was so frightened that it took five or six steps. Looking back, seeing that Wu Qing had not returned, it fled with half of its tail between its skinny femur.

Wu Qing looked around, there was a lush forest, and the cold air in the morning made his mind a little clearer, so some memories were sorted out and distinguished.

He was indeed killed by a car, and the sound at the back of his head was another memory in his mind, which belonged to the original owner of this body.

It happened that the original owner was also named Wu Qing, 16 years old, from Gancheng County, Nanyu Road, Nanjiang Province, Qianguo.Now lives in Yujiang County.

There was an older brother and father working in the countryside, and his mother died early.

After graduating from Volunteer Primary School last month, he was taken to the city by his third uncle Wu Laosan in Yujiang County.

The third uncle, Wu Laosan, is a barber and a widower. He has lost his wife and has no children.

After coming to the county seat, he was entrusted by someone else and joined a bodyguard agency as an apprentice. Unexpectedly, the bodyguard agency disbanded after only one month.

Early this morning, the head of the bodyguard summoned all his staff and said "I'm sorry everyone", the bodyguard agency closed down, and the original owner wanted to go back to his third uncle's house in Yujiang County.

Never thought that when he passed a small forest on his way home, he was hit on the back of the head by someone, and he died.

This is crossed?Wu Qing couldn't accept it for a while.

Family, friends, the two Jacky Cheung concert tickets I just got, and the martial arts gym he just established...

All, stop abruptly!

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In the early morning light.

Wearing clothes that only had the advantage of being clean, a river of numb-faced workers squirmed.

Interspersed with futile cigarette sellers, newsboys, and blind girls playing the erhu.

Like stones in the river, carts stacked with goods, rickshaws dripping with sweat, mules, horses, donkeys and cattle, and their operators.

There are beggars on both sides of the street, and excrement and sewage can be seen everywhere at their feet.

All of these spread along the east-west Taiping Street.They went to the Shuidong Bridge. Behind the Shuidong Bridge is Shuidong in Yujiang County, where there are many factories.

Now is the time before the factory starts work.

"Woo~"

The sound of the siren preparing to go to work came from the east of the water, sharp as a knife, and the muscles from the hips to the legs of the people on the street were tense, and their steps were faster.The same siren will sound again until eight o'clock in the evening, and it will be the sound of the au pair whistle.

It's like Wu Qing's previous life, the scenes in the movies of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, but more real and dirtier.

Among the crowded crowd, Wu Qing, who was covered in mud and slender, supported the street wall with one hand and covered his head with the other, as he stumbled along against the flow of people.

A few minutes later, Wu Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and sat down with his back against the street wall, followed by a short and forceful curse.

"Grass!"

Going out to buy breakfast can also be hit by a car and crossed?

There is a pool of water on the ground beside it, which is the remnant of last night's rain, which has been clarified and is so clear that it can shine.

His current appearance was reflected on the water.

Dark and thin, with normal facial features, only the eyes are a bit youthful, and the hair is very thick, but it is yellow.Like a skinny dog.

It's ugly.

The corner of Wu Qing's mouth twitched.He tried to clench his fist, it was okay, maybe he was doing physical work in the Escort Bureau, so he had some strength.But it is definitely not comparable to Wu Qing's body that has practiced Wu for more than [-] years in his previous life, and it is much worse.

Look at yourself again.

The upper body is wearing a worn-out double-breasted vest, the lower body is the same worn-out knee shorts, and a pair of straw sandals on the feet.

A sleek and classic black car whized past Wu Qing, flying dust, and the savage "beep beep" horn sounded, driving away everyone who stood in front of him.

Wu Qing looked up at the street, seeing everything was unfamiliar, but in his mind, the memory of the original owner told him that this was Taiping Street in the old city of Yujiang County.very familiar.

When Wu Qing was in a state of confusion, a small stone shot at Wu Qing with a strong wind.

"Snapped!"

Wu Qing dodged quickly, and the stone bounced off the wall. He caught the stone with his backhand and held it, turning his wrist and waist at the same time. Just as he was about to throw the stone back, he heard a series of shouts and curses.

"Between your mother, this is the man's territory. Wherever you come and go, don't play tricks here!"

Wu Qing glanced at the man.

The hunchbacked old man was leaning on a cane in one hand and carrying a broken bowl in the other. He was covered in several layers of rags, emitting a stench, staring at Wu Qing desperately.

Beggar?

Wu Qing let go of the hand holding the little stone, and the stone fell to the ground with a "clack". He looked away from the old beggar, stood up and walked to the original owner's house.

No matter what, find a place to rest first.

The old beggar was taken aback by Wu Qing's gaze. Although he was the same thinner, Wu Qing was younger and his waist was straighter. Seeing Wu Qing leave without a word, the old beggar breathed a sigh of relief and regained his self-righteous complacency. He cursed viciously, "Bitch."

The tone of the scolding was very vicious, but the voice was very soft, easily drowned in the noise of the crowd.

The original owner's house was very close, in an alley off Taiping Street, called Bachi Alley.

Neighbors are friendly and friendly to Hachisha.

Sewage flows freely, alleys with crooked bricks and tiles.

There is a cigarette paper shop at the entrance of the alley, and there is an old bookstall in front of the shop. The bald stall owner saw Wu Qing and asked,

"Ah Qing, why are you back so early in the morning? Have you had breakfast yet? Your third uncle just left the street."

Wu Qing nodded, but did not reply.

Now who has the mind to take care of the neighbors.

He walked to the door of the original owner's house in the middle of the alley, unlocked the door and entered.

It is a small one-story house where the original owner lived with his third uncle, Wu Laosan, with simple furnishings.

There is a wooden bed against the north wall, a stove on the left hand side of the door, and two water jars beside the stove, one for bitter water, one for sweet water, and one for rice; on the right is a wooden table and a stool.

It was a small room, and it felt even more cramped.

On the wooden table on the right is a pair of scissors and a stack of old book pages.

There are comic strips in this stack of old pages, two or three half-volume books, and old and new newspaper pages.

These books and papers were not in order and did not form a whole batch. They were picked up by the original owner's third uncle when he went down the street.

After the old book stalls are closed, they will be sorted out, bound and sold as "used books".

On the top of this stack of books is half a copy of "Geographic Maps of the Qian Kingdom". In Wu Qing's memory, the original owner liked to read this half of the map book.

"Crench."

The door behind Wu Qing swayed, and an old man who was darker and thinner than Wu Qing, with wrinkles on his face, pushed the door in. The old man bowed down, with a shaved head on his shoulder, and a newspaper in his hand.

It was the third uncle of the original owner, Wu Laosan.The newspaper in his hand should be the one he just picked up.

Seeing Wu Laosan, Wu Qing had a headache. He went back to the original owner's house because he had no place to go and wanted to find a quiet place.I didn't expect to see the relatives of the original owner so soon.He hasn't figured out how to face it.

When Wu Laosan saw Wu Qing, he was very strange.
"Ah Qing, is the Escort on leave today?"

"No, the Escort can't go on anymore, it's gone."

Wu Qing shook his head.Reluctantly suppressing his chaotic thoughts, he replied.

Wu Laosan squeezed Wu Qing away, put the shaved pick in the open space of the house,

"I told you a long time ago that if the Escort Bureau can't continue, if you don't listen, you must go to learn martial arts. I will shamelessly go to Lao Luo... Now you see, I owe Lao Luo a favor for nothing."

Lao Luo is a friend of Wu Laosan, a doctor who specializes in orthopedics, and knows some Jianghu people very well. It was Lao Luo who recommended the original owner to the escort agency.

Wu Qing was silent.Wu Lao San is training the original owner, so what does it have to do with me, Wu Qing?
"Just rest at home today... why do you look like a ghost? Get some water to wash, and I will go to Lao Luo tomorrow to see if there is any shop that recruits apprentices. I don't know how much trouble it will take... "

Wu Laosan babbled, and in a blink of an eye saw Wu Qing's face was gloomy, stopped for a while, and then turned to comfort him,

"If you can read, it's easy to find. They are happy to recruit literate people."

Wu Laosan finished speaking, slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table, then picked up the scissors on the table, put them on the tower stool at one end of the shaving pick, picked up the shaving pick on his shoulder, and went out to the street up.

After Wu Laosan went out, Wu Qing sighed.

It's nothing.

Sitting down on the bench, he grabbed the newspaper that Wu Laosan had just picked up.

"Yujiang Weekly"

The headline on the first page of the newspaper, "When will the war between the warlords end, multi-party peace talks are hard to come true"

politics?Wu Qing flipped to the second page expressionlessly,

"Strange tales of strange things, man-made or divine punishment in the case of extermination in the concession"

Before I looked carefully, there was another "creaking" sound, and another person walked in from outside the door.

"You're a lazy reader who still reads newspapers, you're pretending to be a writer."

The visitor squeezed carelessly beside Wu Qing, sat down on the bench, slapped the newspaper, covered it,

"What bird newspaper are you reading, let's go."

"what?"

Another person came, Wu Qing was even more irritable in his heart.

I just want to be alone, why do people come out one after another?
Wu Qing looked up, and the memories related to this person emerged from the memory of the original owner.

The person who came was also a relative of the original owner, named Zhang Zaiqi, the original owner's cousin, who was one year older than the original owner.

The two are close in age and are cousins, so the relationship is quite good.

The third uncle, Wu Laosan, disliked this nephew-in-law very much, because Zhang Ziqi was a gong player in a gang, that is, a gangster.

Zhang Zai is tall and straight, with a pair of black leggings on his lower body, and his upper body is bare. He sits on a stool with his chest up and his head held high.

A few days ago, the original owner heard that the Escort was about to disband, and he said something while chatting with Zhang Ziqi, who had just joined the Changing Gang for more than a month,
"If the Escort really breaks up, I'll tell my cousin."

At that time, Zhang Ziqi patted his chest and responded, "Brother, I will definitely take care of it."

The original owner was also an unrealistic longing for life on the Tao, so Dang even agreed on a date with Zhang Ziqi. This time Zhang Ziqi came here, presumably because he wanted to bring Wu Qing to worship incense.

(End of this chapter)