Lu Tung-kit got off the car near the Kowloon Police Headquarters on Argyle Street and slowly walked back across the sports field and along the path.

At this time, the searchlights on the small court were also turned on one by one. Under the lights, a group of young teenagers were competing hard and sweating.

"Snake Zaiming, silly Jiujiu, what are you doing? Quickly pass the ball to me," the tall forward on the field shouted loudly.

"Oops" She Zaiming suddenly exclaimed.

He, the center, controlled the ball and rushed forward. Hearing the urging of his teammates, he was a little anxious. Unexpectedly, he stepped on a wave and accidentally lost his balance, doing a wild goose falling on flat sand.

"Hua Gulong, why are you just throwing yourself on the street and shooting your father?" The tall man pointed at Chen Zilong and cursed angrily.

Chen Zilong was acting as a defender on the court, and he made a long pass, but it was too strong and went out of bounds.

"I'm holding your mother in my mouth, you idiot, why don't you rush to die?" The young fans on the sidelines cursed with anger and pity.

Originally, the forward controlled the ball and went straight in. He swayed left and right and just avoided the attack from the defender and goalkeeper. He thought he would be sure of it. He fired a powerful volley, but unexpectedly the goalpost popped out again.

Lu Dongjie saw that two brothers, Le Zai and Wei Zai, who lived downstairs, were on the court. They were the two brothers who were running the hardest and shouting the loudest.

This group of teenagers has distinct factions. One faction is the aborigines of the surrounding village, and the other is the young people who have moved here in recent years. They all stick together, and there are naturally many fights.

There are also several neighbor girls standing on the sidelines, cheering for the teams they support. From time to time, they will shout a few words, which will make the young men on the field scream.

"Oh, you two are so stupid. You just play all day long, don't do your homework, and don't go back to eat. You want me to beat your feet." A sudden roar of a Hedong lion from the sidelines made people laugh.

The fierce offensive of the two young players on the court was unstoppable.

I saw a middle-aged woman approaching with a menacing stick, and the two of them stopped kicking the ball and ran back home as fast as birds and animals, causing other friends on the field to burst into laughter.

Lu Dongjie smiled nostalgically and continued walking forward. Most of this street was made of concrete buildings built after the war, but now they have been demolished.

With the ten-year housing construction plan launched by Hong Kong Governor MacLehose, the Housing Department and the Secretary for Works carried out massive construction projects here and built one public housing after another. The people who originally lived here were able to move and move.

"Huh?" Lu Dongjie pressed the elevator button several times and waited for a while, but there was still no movement and it broke down again.

Lu Dongjie walked slowly up the stairs. When he passed the third floor, he saw an old man hunched over in the corridor bundling a stack of old newspapers.

"Uncle Deng, you are closing the stall so early today," Lu Dongjie greeted the old man. Uncle Deng is an old man living alone in the unit on the third floor. His son and daughter-in-law have already moved out to live in Tsuen Wan.

Uncle Deng quickly wrapped the rope around a few times, pulled it hard to tie a knot, struck his slightly stooped waist with his right hand, and responded without raising his head: "You are so old, how can you still have young people like you?"

So fierce."

Uncle Deng has a newsstand at the corner of Funing Street and Shengde Street. He usually sells newspapers, magazines, entertainment gossip weeklies and the like.

Kowloon City is better than other districts. Usually there is still business here after 8 or 9 pm, so the stalls are closed much later than those districts.

He must be in his fifties this year. Years of getting up early and coming home late, exposed to wind and sun, make him look older.

"Uncle Deng, it's good if you know. You don't have to work so hard in the future. You can move here as soon as possible to enjoy the blessings with your children and grandchildren." Lu Dongjie persuaded with a smile.

"Oh, they are all working hard, and if they are idle, they will die." Uncle Deng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again. He scratched his head and said, "Jiezi, wait a minute. I'll give you something." He stood up and walked straight into the house.

After a while, he walked out and handed Lu Dongjie a small cardboard box in his hand, "Hey, there was a girl wandering downstairs for a long time half a month ago. I came back from the stall and saw it and asked, and then I knew you were looking for you.

, but I haven’t seen you back for several days at that time, so she asked me to hand it over to you.”

"Girl, what do you look like?" Lu Dongjie frowned and couldn't help asking.

"She is tall and thin, and wears a white hat, but I think she is not in good spirits, it seems... her face doesn't look good anyway." Dumbledore was at a loss for words and couldn't find words to describe her.

Lu Dongjie stared blankly as he listened, saying nothing for a long time.

"Ajie?" Deng Bo patted Lu Dongjie.

Lu Dongjie came back to his senses, weighed the small box in his hand, looked at Uncle Deng's concerned eyes, and smiled calmly, "Uncle Deng, thank you very much. I'll go up first if it's okay."

Deng Bo suspiciously stared at Lu Dongjie seriously for a while, then nodded as he watched Lu Dongjie's calm expression return to normal.

Lu Dongjie continued walking up with the box in hand, and stopped at the sixth floor. There were some old-fashioned rusty iron gates in front of the door, and a wooden door with peeling paint behind it.

"Wow", pull hard to open the iron gate, pull out the key and open the wooden door again, walk in and close the door again.

It was pitch dark inside the house. Obviously, Father Lu, Mother Lu, and Little Sister Lu were not there. They didn't have time to explain when they went out this morning. Maybe they had a dinner party.

There was a smell of camphor wood in the air in the house. "Pa" Lu Dongjie could easily find the position of the light switch even in the darkness, and "" the old-fashioned chandelier slowly lit up with a yellowish light.

Lu Dongjie took off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack at the door. He changed into a pair of slippers and walked through the corridor. The living room, which was about 200 square feet, was neatly decorated. Lu Dongjie placed the box gently on the table without opening it.

Lu Dongjie straightened his body, hugged the back of his head and nestled comfortably on the sofa, thinking about it before falling asleep hazily.

"Classmate Vivian, please sit still and hold me tight. Since I got a private car, I have saved money on taking the bus, don't you think so?" At dusk as the sun set, the boy held the handle of the car firmly, his feet

Slowly pedaling forward, the girl on the back seat of the bicycle hugged the boy's lower back tightly.

"Guhan, you're a fool." The girl pinched the boy lightly and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the happiness in her brows.

"What? Do you like the gift I gave you?" The boy turned around and asked with some pride.

"It's okay, of course. If someone is willing to send another bouquet of flowers, I think I will be happier." The girl touched the small box in her pocket, hiding her inner joy, rolling her eyes and pretending to be regretful.

"Really?" The boy was anxious and believed it.

"You don't really think about it, do you? But you still have two dollars left, so you don't plan to give me just one as a shabby gift, do you?" The girl pouted.

"Of course not, I'll give you ten or eight bundles, no problem." The boy turned the handbrake and the bicycle stopped steadily at the entrance of the market.

"How are you going to give it away? Are you going to grab it?" the girl said in a funny tone.

However, when the girl looked at the boy's eyes on the flower stall in the street, she couldn't help but narrow her almond-shaped eyes, with a suspicious look on her face, and tightened her hands on the boy's clothes.

"Don't worry, I just need to shout a word." The boy patted the girl's hand gently.

"One sentence?" The girl looked at him with some confusion, not knowing why.

"Hey, look," the boy didn't explain much, grinned mischievously at the girl, turned around and left.

The girl looked at the boy's back, a little nervous, but also curious and expectant.

"The bad guys are here again, you ghosts, hurry up and pack your things and go, ghosts," the boy pretended to be in a hurry and walked in front of the street in a panic, putting his hands in front of his mouth, running and shouting loudly.

"Wow!" Hearing this, the street stalls on both sides of the street hurriedly pushed their carts and fled in panic. Other vendors immediately picked up their goods and fled.

"Miss Vivian, you must have had a happy day today," the boy smiled and handed a bouquet of roses to the girl.

"Humph, I just started to realize that you are such a scoundrel today." The girl gave him a slight sideways look and took the bouquet of flowers. Her tone was a little bit offended, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

"Of course, I still have many advantages, you can slowly explore them in the future." The boy looked matter-of-factly and patted the back seat to signal the girl to get in the car and leave.
Chapter completed!