In addition to learning etiquette and revisiting English, I still have those two skills in my mind, and I have been thinking about learning them.

After some thought, I chose to be in a good mood when he was in a good mood, first complaining about all kinds of grievances, all kinds of lamenting that he had no skills to learn, and he didn't know how to live in the future. Then there was amazement, all kinds of reverence, praise for his great powers, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled me from hell to heaven, and lived a life that could not have been happier; In the end, there are all kinds of soft grinding and hard bubbles, all kinds of stalking, gambling and vowing never to be greedy and insufficient, never to repeat the mistakes of the past and hurt good people, and will definitely polish their eyes and deceive those who are traitors and criminals in society, and those who are abducted and deceived, in a word, they are specifically aimed at the big traitors and big villains.

With such a silent chatter and broken thoughts, Grandpa Fang was finally forced to agree to my request when he was annoyed and annoyed.

Of course, before agreeing, he put forward more than 10 requirements to me with a straight face, the content of which is nothing more than to identify the target, leave a line of it, and never do anything that hurts and harms people to death.

And the three most important points are that if you are not good at art, you will never make a move; At the time of the incident, you bear the consequences; If you want to pickpocket, once a day, and never more than 200 at a time.

In order to achieve my goal, I naturally agreed without a word. Although I kept muttering in my heart, could I not tell who should pick up and who should not pickpocket?

Is there only 200 people who meet great evil? Could it be that I should let go of a rich person who only has an item of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands?

It's unlikely, but all in all, I'm sure I'll be able to grasp myself. As for the fact that the art is not clear and will never be attacked, then it must be analyzed on a case-by-case basis, and the dogma must not be immutable.

Grandpa Fang may have already understood my character, and perhaps he had already seen through my thoughts, and said to me with a sigh that the main reason why he agreed to teach me that harmful skill was because he couldn't bear to see me living on the streets, sleeping in the wilderness, and suffering in the cold wind and heat every night; I can't bear to watch me beg around, I can't eat my stomach, and the meals are running between cynicism and cynicism.

I just hope that I can use this as a help and a springboard to get through the difficulties smoothly and live a good life with my own hands.

It's just that what the future holds, what the outcome will be, whether I will be deeply involved and unable to extricate myself, that is something that no one can predict.

However, life and death have fate, wealth is in the sky, what should come will come, what should go will definitely go, even if his decision is against the sky and wrong, that is also where the fate is, and the calamity is the cause, he will bear all the conscience condemnation brought by it without complaint or regret.

So since then, under the supervision of Grandpa Fang, I have practiced those two skills with great enthusiasm, hoping to practice them sooner, change my fate sooner, and live a decent life sooner.

To be honest, I used to run away from home because of temporary resentment, anger and anger, and never thought about the future or the consequences.

Since moving into a rental house, I have finally felt that I have lived as a human being, with dignity. Not afraid of other people's strange eyes, not afraid of the harsh rumors of others, hold your head high, carefree, just like living in heaven.

It's just that the ideal is very beautiful, but the reality is a bit cruel, after all, those two crafts are not easy to learn, especially when I am anxious and fantasize about achieving it overnight.

Not to mention the just right wrist strength, accurate hearing and adaptability required to gamble, as far as pickpocketing is concerned, if you want to take the wallet from someone else's pocket without knowing it, you have to be extremely fast and grasp the best time, including knocking on the side to determine the location of the wallet, and diverting the attention of the other party.

In order to meet these requirements, Grandpa Fang first found a bucket of cold water, and then threw a piece of smooth soap into the bucket, asking me to take the soap out of the water as quickly as possible, in fact, with two fingers.

And so on and again and again until he was satisfied. Then replace the cold water with bubbling boiling water and continue the exercise as described above.

The boiling water is really no joke, it hurts to the touch, it hurts the heart and lungs, and a few people go back and forth, their eyes are full of tears, and their hands are full of blood blisters.

But I didn't dare to give up, let alone cry out for pain, so I could only grit my teeth and endure it silently. After four or five months, my pickpocketing skills have improved slightly, and I can basically touch the small things in the other party's pocket without him knowing.

With a little more time, I believe we will be able to reach the point of perfection. As for throwing a thousand people, it is too difficult, resulting in a lack of confidence.

Second, the consequences of the incident are too serious, and in the future, I will have to face some outlaws, ruthless, lawless, and I can't afford to provoke them at all.

Then I think it's okay for a girl to play in a casino, but it's not appropriate to hang out for a long time, which is unseemly and will attract special attention from others.

So based on the above reasons, my gambling skills have not really improved, and it is okay to deceive rookies who are not familiar with the world, and for the old fritters who are mixed in the casino, they will basically be exposed in their original form and have nowhere to hide.

But I don't care, anyway, I just have a pickpocketing technique to defend myself, and I won't have too much luxury. After all, Grandpa Fang also said that you can't be too greedy One night, Grandpa Fang solemnly handed me a cowhide envelope and asked me to open it.

I opened it with my hands and feet, and was instantly attracted by the thick stack of US dollars, an ID card, and some materials stamped with official seals in the envelope.

Grandpa Fang told me that the money was almost ready, a total of 20,000 US dollars. Now give me 5,000 and ask me to bring the fake ID card and fake materials to apply for a passport the next day, (the real ID card is so difficult to get, I need all kinds of supporting materials, and I have nothing, so I can only make a fake.)

I'll give me the rest of the money when I leave. I looked at Grandpa Fang gratefully and begged him to stop begging, I would definitely support him and take care of him.

Grandpa Fang didn't agree, and after admonishing me, he lay down in the living room and fell asleep. I have mixed feelings, mixed joys and sorrows, and more attachment and reluctance.

I didn't expect that my dream would come at once, without warning, and it was just a surprise.

I'm about to go to the United States to find my father, but what about Grandpa Fang? Do you really want to continue begging? How can this be?

is so old, how can you survive the wind, frost, rain and snow? But what if not? Will he listen to persuasion?

Will he change his mind? Thinking about it for a while, sighing and hurting for a while, I didn't sleep all night, and I sat in the living room and looked at Grandpa Fang curled up in the corner.

The next day, Grandpa Fang and I went our separate ways. He took the time to raise as much money as he could, while I went to the government office to get my passport and visa.

However, what I never expected was that in the office, I was not only denied a visa by the staff, but also almost locked up in a dark room.

It turned out that they saw that I was young, alone, and a girl, and actually wanted to go abroad, and I still had so much money on me, although I didn't find any flaws when I interrogated left and right, but I took my ID card to verify it carefully, and the stuffing was immediately revealed, and they didn't let me leave on the spot, saying that they would wait for experts to come and ask me some questions.

I was very anxious and worried, I was afraid that I would implicate Grandpa Fang, so I pretended to be obedient on the surface, and then slipped away while they were not paying attention.

After I slipped away, I was not happy at all, I was just walking aimlessly on the street, lost and depressed, repeating the phrase 'what to do, what to do'.

Isn't it? In the past, I couldn't go to the United States because I had no money, but now I have money, but because a visa and passport have failed, is God really so cruel and ruthless to me?

It wasn't until nightfall that the street lights were turned on that I suddenly thought of Grandpa Fang and felt that he should still have a way.

So I didn't eat a bite of food, and ran to the rental house with heavy steps.