The young man in a black suit could not be more than twenty-five years old. He had dark skin and small eyes, but he was particularly energetic. When he walked out slowly, Fu Qing behind him lit a cigarette and leaned against the front of the car.
Said: "Old man, if you lose, it's yours. If you die, it's mine."
He spoke loudly and seemed not to take the slender Chen Beifeng seriously.
If you lose, it's yours. That means Fu Qing won't care if he loses. But if you beat Chen Beifeng to death, he will wipe his ass.
The young man called Lao Ba nodded and took off his restrained suit jacket. His eyes fell on Chen Beifeng's face and he said in a deep voice: "Come!"
call out!
His right foot suddenly moved forward, making a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground. In an instant, Lao Ba approached Chen Beifeng, like a wild wolf breaking out of its cage, with a ferocious look on his face.
Whoosh!
The iron fist came out and hit Chen Beifeng directly in the face.
Snap!
Chen Beifeng took action lightly and grabbed Lao Ba's Iron Fist, who might be regarded as a master in Fu Qing's eyes. With a twist, Lao Ba's body involuntarily tumbled in the air. When he landed again, Chen Beifeng kicked him sharply.
Hey!
Lao Ba folded his arms and accurately blocked Chen Beifeng's fierce kick. However, he couldn't bear the strong stamina and took a few steps back.
"good!"
The young princes from Baicheng cheered in unison, but as soon as they caught a glimpse of Fu Qing's face, they immediately stopped, retracted their heads and remained silent.
Lao Ba exhaled a breath, rubbed his sore wrist, and with a strange look in his eyes, asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Chen Beifeng's fighting prowess surprised him and aroused his curiosity.
"An unknown person." Chen Bei was calm and calm.
"Pretend!" Lao Ba snorted coldly and stepped forward with a lunge. He raised his arm and slammed into it, trying to defeat Chen Beifeng with a violent offensive.
Bang!
Lao Ba didn't even see clearly how Chen Beifeng took action. He was hit in the chest. A shocking footprint was left on his white shirt.
Deng Deng Deng!
He stepped back several times before he stood up, his face turned pale and he felt indescribably aggrieved.
When he first came out of the mountain, he was captured by Chen Beifeng. How would he meet those brothers when he returned? What's more, how would he make Master Fu trust him in the future?
He was extremely frightened and angry, raised his breath suddenly, and attacked again.
Bang bang!
Chen Beifeng was like playing with a child. Two innocuous attacks left Lao Ba unable to parry and he came back defeated.
"Damn it!" Lao Ba was beaten a little crazy. Regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight with Chen Beifeng.
"Old man!" Fu Qing shouted. "If you can't beat me, get back. Don't be embarrassed."
When Lao Ba heard this, his face turned red. In the end, he did not dare to disobey Fu Qing's order and walked back dejectedly.
Hou Luoyang stepped forward and said with a smile: "It's just a discussion, don't take it to heart."
Fu Qing took a puff of cigarette and said casually: "Young Master Hou, you have many capable people around you."
"Fu Sanqian smiled." Hou Luoyang said modestly. "It's just that this brother didn't play seriously with Beifeng because of his face."
Fu Qing didn't say anything. After smoking his cigarette, he said, "They can leave."
"Thank you, Mr. Fu Sanshao, for not caring about the faults of others." Hou Luoyang said with a smile.
Chen Beifeng won.
But he did not show the pride of a winner. On the contrary, he kept giving Fu Qing a step down in the hope that Mr. Fu would not be too embarrassed. After a brief conversation, Fu Qing said: "I will have tea with Mr. Hou when I have time. I will also
If you have something to do, let’s go first.” After that, he got into the car and left the scene of the car accident.
Hou Luoyang waved and greeted each other with a smile.
…
"Third Young Master, I'm sorry." Lao Ba clenched his teeth and lowered his head.
"It's normal that he can't beat him." Fu Qing smiled and handed him a cigarette. "Even if this Chen Beifeng is placed in Yanjing, he is still a powerful character that those big bosses who are afraid of death are willing to pay a lot of money to bring him home as a doorkeeper."
Lao Ba did not give an explanation. If you lose, you lose. There is no reason and you should not make excuses.
Those who can make a living under Fu Qing may not be strong enough, but they cannot shirk their responsibilities.
"I heard earlier that this young master from Luoyang in Baicheng has friends all over the world. It seems that his reputation is not in vain." Fu Qing continued a cigarette and glanced at Lao Ba, who was secretly ashamed. He added, "When we get to the place, I want to see someone. You don't have to.
Follow.”
"Then I-" Lao Ba asked tentatively.
"I said, if you lose, it's yours." Fu Qing's black and white eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
Lao Ba raised his eyebrows and whispered: "I know what to do."
Fu Qing patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "It's the same sentence. If you lose, it's yours."
Lao Ba's body trembled slightly and he nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Third Young Master, I won't let you down this time!"
Lose again?
He didn't dare.
Following Fu Qing, Lao Ba's ability may not be strong, but he cannot be incapable. Fu Qing has never been a philanthropist. He also does not raise waste. In the Yanjing circle, many people know the people who clamor for Fu Qing. Usually they are not
There will be a good end. And the most frightening thing is that this guy can give up because someone comes to intercede at the time. But after that, he will definitely kill him.
You can say that he is unfaithful. You can also say that he is cold-blooded. But Fu Qing believes in the word "forbearance". If you let him endure it for too long, he will make you pay back double the amount.
…
Hou Luoyang came to the silent Chen Beifeng and said with a smile: "Sorry to trouble you."
Chen Beifeng shook his head: "It should be."
"Don't think I'm polite. In fact, you don't owe me." Hou Luoyang pulled him to sit on the railing aside and said with a smile. "You can have a better future without me. I know that many people have
I want to dig you up. There are some in Baicheng, Huangpu, including Yanjing, and there are also a few big shots at the top of the pyramid to pay you a lot of money. Of course, with your temperament, if I hadn’t helped you by mistake back then, you would not have given it to anyone.
Being a bodyguard. Even the King of Heaven is not lucky enough for me."
Pa da. Hou Luoyang lit a cigarette and continued: "Others think you are my bodyguard and thug. But you are not. In my eyes, you have always been my friend."
A stiff smile appeared on Chen Beifeng's dull face: "Me too."
Hou Luoyang smiled happily and said, "Did you bring your harmonica?"
"Yeah." Chen Beifeng nodded.
"Blow one." Hou Luoyang said.
"Yeah." Chen Beifeng nodded.
He carefully took out the harmonica that had been with him for many years from his arms, wiped it gently a few times, then put it to his lips and played beautiful music.
Chen Beifeng is an all-rounder. He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Eighteen kinds of martial arts are not difficult for him. As long as he learns various musical instruments, it is difficult to master them. But he only prefers to play the harmonica. And he only plays one piece of music:
Tomorrow will be better.
Hou Luoyang asked, and his answer was that his sister would like to hear it.
When his sister starved to death on the street, she was only eight years old. An age that had not yet had time to see this beautiful world. When Hou Luoyang met him, he was only twelve years old. He was also a beautiful and ignorant age. But he grew up
His five-year-old Hou Luoyang saw the world-weariness in Chen Beifeng's eyes. Or should I say - despair?
The only close relative starved to death on the streets. This is an unbearable blow for anyone.
It was a snowy night. Hou Luoyang took a limousine home. On the way, he met a pair of thin and desolate brothers and sisters. They were walking alone and desolately on the street against the wind. There were people coming and going on the street, and there was a lot of traffic. But there was no
People were willing to help the thin child. Even when the child came close, they quickly ran away in disgust and fear. It was as if the child had a terminal disease and would be infected by touching it.
He carried his younger sister, who was thinner than him, forward in the heavy snow.
His sister is dead. She died of hunger and cold.
Hou Luoyang clearly remembered that it was very cold that night. There was heavy snow in the sky. Baicheng, which rarely snows, was extremely lively that day. Children, adults, and even the elderly came out to experience the snow. The thin and young Chen Beifeng was carrying his sister on his back.
, leaving mottled footprints on the snow. He knew that his sister was dead. But he didn't want to let go. Nor was he willing to let go. Letting her go was tantamount to letting go of Chen Beifeng's entire world. Letting her go. He couldn't move forward alone.
His hands were frozen, but still not as cold as his sister's hands.
His sister's hands passed through his neck and were placed in his arms. This was what he asked for. Otherwise, the little girl's hands would have nowhere to put them.
Hou Luoyang was very angry at the time. Angry that the world was too cold. Colder than snow. He jumped out of the car, ran quickly to Chen Beifeng, took off his warm coat worth more than 10,000 yuan, and put it on Chen Beifeng's back.
Go up. Wrap her and him.
He invited Chen Beifeng to get in the car, but Chen Beifeng didn't seem to hear him. He still staggered forward carrying his sister on his back.
He had no direction. He didn't know where to go. He only knew that he couldn't bear to let go of his sister, and he didn't dare to let go.
"She's dead!" Hou Luoyang shouted in Chen Beifeng's ear. "If you don't get in the car, you will freeze to death!"
Chen Beifeng turned a deaf ear and had no reaction.
Hou Luoyang could not force him to get into the car, so he followed the poor and desperate little boy all the way. He walked a long way, and when he came to Hou Luoyang, who was strong and strong, he was panting.
"vomit!"
Chen Beifeng finally couldn't walk anymore.
He vomited a large mouthful of blood and knelt heavily on the ground. But he still held his sister's legs with his hands, letting her sleep peacefully on his shoulders.
She is dead and asleep.
She will never be cold again. She will never be hungry again.
"Little sister, brother can't carry it anymore..."
When he fell, he said these words in a breathless voice. Blood and tears flowed from his eyes.
…
"Look up for the wings in the sky, the migratory birds will show their imprints.
Bringing distant famine and ruthless war, your news still exists.
The white snow falling on Jade Mountain burns the hearts of young people.
Let the true feelings melt into notes and pour out distant blessings..."
Hou Luoyang hummed softly, his eyes turned red. He was a kind person and a passionate person. He was sad for Chen Beifeng and felt sad for him.
He had only seen snow once in his life. It was the year he met Chen Beifeng.
