A block in the northern part of Yan City is densely packed with old houses. The rent in this area is cheap and the transportation is convenient, so there are many people who work in the urban area of Yanshi.

The gray walls, weeds emerging from the concrete roads and cracks in the walls, and water stains on the asbestos tile roofs give this area a temperament that is completely different from the urban area of Yanshi.

"Ah, rest! It's time to eat! ”

Curator Elder Ding shouted at a young man in the courtyard. It's an old-fashioned MMA gym tucked away in the middle of the block. The exposed door face was small, and a narrow light box was covered in dust and broken cobwebs. The venue inside is quite large, the light in the hall is not very good, and the energy-saving lamps are lit before the sun sets. Eight barbed wire fences enclose a large "cage fight", which is the place of mixed martial arts. In the courtyard is the training ground, where many sandbags, chains and barbells are hung. Scattered on the ground were several large, bulky discarded tires, each about the height of a man, the largest estimated to weigh six hundred pounds.

The young man was "wrestling" with the biggest tire.

He was shirtless and thin, but his muscles were well-proportioned and solid. The skin on his shoulders was tanned, and there were two scars on his right shoulder and right arm, which contrasted sharply with his handsome appearance.

He squatted down, resting his chin on the tires, his arms stretched down, lifting on the bottom edge of the tires, and his slender body formed a solid structure. He took a deep breath, suddenly his legs and the muscles of his whole body tensed, and he exerted his strength to lift the heavy tire little by little!

"Good!" Lao Ding snorted, put the cigarette butt in his hand on the granite flower bed and extinguished it vigorously, and said, "Biceps!" Push it up with your knees! The movement of the hand changes quickly! Right! ”

The young man gritted his teeth and threw his head up, the green tendons on his forehead and neck tensed, and his toes kicked a pit in the gravel floor. The lines on the black tires were as thick as his thighs, like a stubborn hill, emitting a strong smell of rubber in the afterglow of the setting sun. He lifted the tire to collarbone level with his knees, and suddenly he held back his strength and roared, and the tire stood upright. The sun's spot leaking from the center of the tire shrank into a small ball, and his foot grabbed the ground like a nail, and pushed it hard with all his strength, and the tire slammed into the ground with a "bang", shaking a layer of sand.

"Good, good! Rest, rest! Lao Ding threw a clean white towel at him. The young man hung his head and gasped heavily, his solid chest rising and falling. The white towel seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he caught the towel, and his whole arm trembled slightly.

"That's enough, we've passed the limit today. If you practice again, it will be wasted! Lao Ding's tone was a bit harsh.

The young man walked silently to the edge of the courtyard and took the tin bucket of water and poured it over his head. wiped his short black hair with a towel and said to Lao Ding, "I'll go change my clothes." ”

Lao Ding lit another cigarette, the smoke was thick and white, and it was the most ordinary ten-yuan pack of swallow cigarettes. "What's going on lately? It's not like it used to be. Practicing is like killing someone, and the tires have a grudge against you? ”

The young man changed his clothes in the curtain, and after a while, he replied in a relaxed tone, "What's the matter?" What can I do! ”

"Little bunny! I know how many hairs you have on your mouth. Lie to me? ”

The young man came out with a change of clothes, a black long-sleeved T, and a pair of white-washed jeans, which had obviously worn out for years, and the cuffs of the trousers were all worn. This is a business that can be bought for a few hundred yuan in the wholesale market, and it is about the tail goods for export, and there is not even a brand. But the young man was tall and well-proportioned, and he was angular when he wore it. He was born very handsome, but not the domineering kind, his double eyelids and lying silkworms added a little softness, and the whole person was like a deer in the jungle caged in the early morning mist.

"It's nothing." He smiled shallowly, but his eyes were very gloomy, "A friend has gone." ”

"Familiar? Over the years, I haven't seen who you've been dealing with. ”

"Sort of...... Friends from the past. ”

"The world is impermanent." Lao Ding sighed and patted the young man's shoulder. "When people reach the age of twenty or thirty, they will inevitably begin to see life and death."

The young man smiled shallowly, lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, and after a while, he said, "Yes." ”

Lao Ding spat out the smoke ring and watched as he rolled his sleeve up to the crook of his elbow, just enough to cover the explosive scar on his right arm. "You kid has a story, I know. Look at your two scars, don't think I don't know, it's a gunshot wound! We ordinary people, we can't even touch a gun once in our lives, how can we still get gunshot wounds! ”

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When I was a child, I was ignorant and climbed trees, and I was beaten with dirt/guns by beating birds. He gestured, "Boom, you've seen it before, right?" ”

Full of nonsense! Tsubame City banned soil/guns decades ago, and this kind of thing is only found in the southern mountainous areas. This kid grew up in Yan, can he still meet a bird? Lao Ding snorted from his nostrils and dusted off his cigarette ash by the flower bed.

At this time, Yan City is the time when poplars are flying around, and there happens to be an old poplar tree outside Lao Ding's yard. The young man sneezed several times in a row, took out a light blue disinfectant mask and put it on.

"My girlfriend misses you again!" Lao Ding teased.

"When will you recruit me as a son-in-law?" The young man smiled shallowly.

"Alas, Feifei's child is not worthy of you." Lao Ding sighed.

"Hey, don't talk to Fei Fei like this, she doesn't look down on me."

Lao Ding lowered his head and sighed and shook his head. The young man looked at the bright sky and said, "I suddenly want to eat roast beef tongue, you eat it first, and I'll go buy some and come back." ”

The young man had just gone out on his front foot, and a man came in after him. Lao Ding saw it and was stunned.

"Senior brother! It's really you! ”

This person's surname is Ren, his name is Ren Jiaming, he used to be in the provincial team, and he is more than ten years younger than him.

Ren Jiaming entered the dim training hall, as if something unclean was glued to his body, and pretended to pick it up. He looked around the training hall and saw that all the equipment was old, and the steel frame had worn away the paint, revealing the original color of the steel. The barbed wire of the "cage bucket" was dull in color, and a piece in the center of the ground was polished to a smooth color, against the pale cold light of the energy-saving lamps.

He pretended to be enthusiastic and talked to Lao Ding: "Senior brother, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right?" “

Lao Ding nodded. At this time, his wife brought him a bowl of rice noodles, and the child on the side was running around the house with a windmill.

"Sit down for a bite to eat?" Lao Ding motioned for his wife to bring another bowl of rice noodles. He poured the rice noodles in front of him full of red oil and spicy seeds, and the spicy aroma suddenly overflowed. "My wife made it herself, it's strong enough, it's authentic."

Ren Jiaming looked at the old chair that was so old that the paint was peeling off and didn't sit down. "If someone hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that Senior Brother was here now." He still looked around, as if he was looking at any photos of his disciples, medals he had won, or something, and said, "Senior brother later left the provincial team, didn't he go to MMA and win the national championship?" Why are you opening a training gym here now? ”

His tone seemed easy-going, but there was a condescending arrogance in it.

"I still remember that Senior Brother was the disciple that Master admired and valued the most at that time!"

Lao Ding was silent. The wife took a bowl of rice noodles, put a pair of chopsticks in front of Ren Jiaming, and scolded the child: "Ding Ai! Don't run! If you are injured, you will be happy! "The child was born lovely, with clear eyes, and inherited the virtues of the couple.

Ren Jiaming looked at the mother and son and squinted. He noticed that every sharp corner in the training hall was wrapped in a thick cloth, and even the edges of the furniture were wrapped in cloth.

Ren Jiaming looked at the pair of black old wooden chopsticks, didn't move, and said, "Sister-in-law is quite young, haven't you seen it?" ”

Lao Ding said in a sullen voice: "Ah Fang left early. ”

Lao Ding seemed to hear Ren Jiaming sneer.

Ah Fang used to be Ren Jiaming's younger sister, and Ren Jiaming chased her. But Ah Fang has a high spirit, of course, he is with a more powerful senior brother. This is also the reason why Lao Ding and Ren Jiaming had a disagreement later.

Lao Ding took a few mouthfuls of slippery rice noodles, put down his chopsticks again, and said to Ren Jiaming:

"What are you doing today?"

Ren Jiaming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Mandala (Maandala) is going to hold a virtual ultimate fighting championship, I originally wanted to pull my senior brother out of the mountain, but looking at my senior brother now, I'm afraid I won't be able to fight." ”

Lao Ding still maintains his previous strong body, but his muscles have obviously loosened, his stomach is bulging, he is fat, and his hairline is not forgiving. Like the gloom of the entire training hall, he also has a kind of middle-aged greasy and decadent body.

Lao Ding knew that he was talking cool things.

He started teaching apprenticeships ten years ago, and he is very famous. Later, with the rise of Maandala, more and more young people went to play virtual mixed martial arts on it, and people like Ren Jiaming followed the trend and opened a virtual mixed martial arts training gym on Maandala, and the business of his physical training gym became more and more light.

Three years ago, he went out again and played underground. It was at that time that the leg was discounted, and there are still a few steel nails in it.

He can't play anymore. The twilight of an MMA hero, which was reported by the media at the time. Ren Jiaming will not be unaware.

"I've let you down." Lao Ding said lightly.

"Tut-tut......" Ren Jiaming shook his head and unbuttoned a button on his crisp shirt. Look at the training photos of your martial arts hall, you haven't had any apprentices for several years, right? It seems that I can't find a good seedling even if I want to find it! He sighed, "It's a pity, senior brother, if you don't do virtual martial arts now, you'll be left behind......"

"Master, I'm back! ……”

As he spoke, the young man walked in briskly, carrying a bag of skewers in his left hand and a bag of canned cold beer in his right hand, and the plastic bag was covered with droplets of condensed water vapor.

Ren Jiaming stared at this young man, and suddenly swept his legs. The young man never thought that someone in the house would suddenly attack him, and Ren Jiaming, a professional martial arts athlete, this leg is extraordinary. He was caught off guard, and one of them stumbled to the ground, and the cans of cold beer clattered everywhere.

"Senior brother, is your apprentice at this level now? Ah...... Tut-tut! ”

The young man fell to the ground, and when he heard this, his eyes sank, and suddenly he rolled over and raised his fist to hit Ren Jiaming's knees! Ren Jiaming was defenseless and bent down on one knee, the young man pulled his hands and legs on the spot, and simply flipped Ren Jiaming to the ground, just pressed, stared at his eyes, and didn't say a word.

Ren Jiaming was annoyed and ashamed!

The young man recognized the fury in his eyes, and struck first, quickly sitting on the ground and pulling Ren Jiaming's arm, seeing that he was about to make a crossbar. The armbar is a tried-and-true trick in mixed martial arts, and it's rare to see anyone who can unlock it after being locked in the armbar. However, Ren Jiaming is an expert in the end, and he is extremely sophisticated, and as soon as the young man grabbed his arm, he knew what tricks he was going to use. When the young man sat on the ground and leaned back, he suddenly got up and turned around, and the whole person landed on the ground with his shoulders and neck, and he came over to suppress the young man, and pulled out his arm to suppress him fiercely!

Lao Ding hurriedly shouted: "Ah Shi! Let go and throw in the towel! ”

Who knew that the young man refused to admit defeat, and brute force pulled away Ren Jiaming's iron tong-like arm, and fought with him on the ground!

Lao Ding saw that it was not good, and hurriedly went up to disassemble the two, "Jiaming, this kid's mixed martial arts practice is also a hobby, and he has only learned from me for three or four years, where is your opponent!" Don't be like him! ”

However, Ren Jiaming is a ruthless person, where does he care if this young man is a junior or an amateur or something, he will be beaten if he is caught! Punch to the flesh!

The young man received several punches on his body, and one of his faces was also scratched on the ground, oozing blood. His stubbornness and Ren Jiaming's ruthlessness matched, and he would never admit defeat until he was in a desperate situation. But he had exhausted most of his strength in the previous tire tipping training, and it didn't take long for Ren Jiaming to be pressed to the ground with his right arm riding back.

"Convincing or not?"

"Not convinced!"

Ren Jiaming's subordinates worked hard, and the young man's face was pressed to the ground, and his facial features were distorted in pain.

"No...... Defy! ”

"Ren Jiaming! ――”

With a "click", the young man's arms were dislocated and his face turned pale, but he did not beg for mercy. Ren Jiaming blackened his face, threw the young man's loose arm to the ground, and stood up.

"No matter how old or young, I don't know what to do!"

Lao Ding helped the young man up, his face was cold, and he didn't say a word. He didn't look at Ren Jiaming, and said to his wife: "Put away the bowl!" ”

To collect the bowl is to chase away the customer. Ren Jiaming turned his cervical spine, cleaned up his messy high-end shirt, and said to Lao Ding viciously:

"I don't see the day you have turned over in your life!"

"That's my life." Lao Ding said unhurriedly. Holding the young man's arm, he "clicked" and put it back again.

Ren Jiaming was indignant, slammed the door and walked out.

Lao Ding took three steps back and bowed to the young man. "Ah Shi, this is my festival with my junior brother, and I shouldn't have involved you. I apologize to you. ”

Ah Shi staggered to his feet and quickly bowed to him as well. "It's the apprentice who has disgraced the master."

Lao Ding looked at him, his face was covered with blood and dust, but he still smiled lightly, not losing half of his backbone. He sighed and said, "Ah Shi, people must know how to be soft. If you can't carry it, don't carry it hard. ”

Ah Shizheng took a piece of paper dipped in cold water to wipe the wounds on his face, and when he heard his words, he paused, and said with a smile: "Master, I saw that this person claimed to be your junior brother, and you were next to him, and I guessed that he would not do anything to me, so I fought with him like this." If it were someone else, I would have run away. He said, "I'm timid, I'm afraid, I've always been alone, and you don't know it." ”

Lao Ding picked up the skewers and cold beer on the ground and put them on the table, and was silent for a while before saying, "Ah Shi, what Ren Jiaming said is also right. It's the world of virtual martial arts now, and if you learn from me, there's no future. ”

Ah Shi opened the beer and listened to it, and the cold air mixed with the fragrance of the beer came up. He drank most of the cans and said, "Master, I told you a long time ago that I don't like to play with virtual reality. ”

Lao Ding looked at his son Ding Ai who was running around the house, and said quietly: "I know, Ah Shi, you came to me specifically to learn mixed martial arts from me as a teacher, in fact, you just want to give me money." Ding Ai ...... his throat was hard and astringent, and said, "I really need money...... For the sake of my son, I first didn't want to die, and then my life was worthless, so I could only be shameless......"

Ah Shi listened to him chatter, changed the subject and said, "Master, I saw you buy some new medicine today, I haven't seen that brand, where did you buy it?" ”

Lao Ding was a little confused, "You said human blood clotting factors? It was introduced to me by a medical representative at the hospital, saying that the price was 30% lower than that of the hospital, and the effect was the same. Saying that, Lao Ding sighed again, "This month, the price of blood clotting drugs has increased again." 200IU is a thousand dollars smaller per bottle, and it has been used less than ten times, which is really getting more and more unaffordable......"

"Have you used it for Ding Ai?"

"Not yet, I'm going to give it to him tomorrow."

"Don't use it yet!" Ah Shi touched the pocket of his clothes twice, and found a card, and a code paper was pasted on it. "There are still a few thousand dollars in the card, you take it first, and find the hospital to prescribe regular medicine. You should have sold me that medicine! I'll take it back and see. ”

He couldn't help but say that he went to the refrigerator and took the bag of medicine out, and hurriedly went out, "Master, I won't eat with you today, I'll leave first!" ”

Lao Ding chased out with the card, but saw that he was gone.