In a small bar in Manhattan, New York, a young man in his twenties with messy hair, shaking a pale face and a deep dark circle under his eyes, dragged his thin body to the bar and said, "Hi, Kane. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Yo, Andy, came early today, is it still the same?" The old bartender at the bar recognized the decadent guy in front of him, who was a regular here, Andy Jason, a reporter for a small newspaper.

Andy blushed a little and said, "No, old Kane, give me your best wine, I'll be rich soon, and I've dug up big news." ”

When Kane heard this, he couldn't help but pause at the movement in his hand, and muttered, "This is really not good news." ”

Andy works for a paparazzi newspaper that reports on people's privacy and negative news, and it's not a lucky thing to have a person's name on it.

A drinker who seemed to know Andy next to him said, "Hey, Andy, tell us who was so lucky to be caught by you, Monica Lewinsky?" Old Kane, get Andy a drink, the best, on my account. ”

Andy was satisfied to take the wine handed over by the old Kane, there is no shortage of good deeds, after all, people's happiness is based on the pain of others.

Andy took a sip and said with a leisurely expression: "I went to the hospital before, and when I came out, I saw a lot of people surrounding a doctor, and I knew it must be some insider, so I touched it and listened, it turned out to be a guy with alcohol poisoning." Do you know who that is? ”

The people around him listened tighter, and they watched Andy in anticipation of something more explosive coming out of his mouth.

Andy enjoys the gaze of others, which makes him feel inexplicably superior, he said: "His name is Xi-Mo, what a strange name, isn't it, I heard that he is from the East, he is a player for the Knicks, although he is a guy who can't play, but it seems that his family is very different, I heard that his family is a family in Brooklyn, and the important thing is his mother." At this, Andy laughed a few times, couldn't contain his excitement, and continued: "Kyle Mo, that Oriental editor. ”

The people around him were in a hurry, and only old Kane watched coldly.

"I know him," said one of the truck drivers, "that limp guy, I thought he would only drink milk, not alcohol." ”

However, some people were concerned and whispered: "That's a good guy, although it's not good enough now, but he plays very seriously." Hopefully he will get better soon, and the young man will not make any mistakes. ”

"Come on, Borow, it's not this that I'm focusing on, it's his beautiful mother." Andy was a little drunk and said loudly.

At this moment, a green palm was placed on Andy's shoulder, and a deep and powerful male voice was heard, "Thank you for your blessings, Boro, he will be fine." ”

Andy shuddered and looked back.

Four or five big men in black suits stood behind him, and with his hands on him was an Oriental man of nearly forty years old.

Andy said with the strength of the wine: "Hey, let go of me, you yellow-skinned ......"

Before he finished speaking, the man smashed down with a punch, and Andy suddenly felt that he had been spinning all day, his feet were unstable, and all kinds of small birds chirping in his ears made his ear drums hurt. The man led him outside, and at the same time turned back and said, "Sorry for soiling your floor, Kane, this round is mine." ”

Kane waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I wish you a nice night." ”

The man who bought the wine for Andy at the beginning swallowed and spitted at the mouth, drank all the wine that Andy had not been blessed with, and asked, "Who is this man, Kane?" ”

Kane smiled and said, "A guy who sent Andy to hell." ”

Mo Xi lay on the hospital bed boringly, looking at the snow-white ceiling above his head. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't want to do anything, he just felt that it was very comfortable, and he wanted to drink some more, wine, it was a good thing.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hallway.

"Miss Mo, Miss Mo, this is not good, the patient has just come to his senses, so he should be observed before being discharged." The doctor anxiously reassured.

"No, that's my son, and I know what kind of treatment works best for him." The Queen's cold and arrogant voice could not be refused.

"However, the patient's body may still be recuperating for a period of time." The doctor cautiously admonished.

"Hmph" got a cold snort.

The doctor instantly shut up, not daring to say more.

The footsteps stopped in front of Mo Xi's hospital room.

The cold voice continued, "My son is not like this. ”

Mo Xi's godless eyes leaked a trace of brilliance, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hand slowly tightened and clenched.

"I don't think I need to wake you up like I did when I was a kid, hurry up, I'll wait for you in the parking lot downstairs." The queen continued, her voice revealing a will that could not be refused.

Then, on the window of the ward door, a dark shadow flashed, and silence returned.

Mo Xi struggled to sit up, his bloodshot eyes still empty, but they seemed to have more content than before.

Mo Xi, who hurriedly put on a coat, came to the parking lot and Mo Liyu's car.

Mo Liyu didn't say much, stepped on the accelerator hard, and walked away.

Mo Liyu drove Mo Xi to the back door of the East Bamboo Pavilion, and after entering, it was a small dojo, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

Mo Liyu threw Mo Xi into the field, it was hard to imagine that such a small body contained such a great power.

Mo Liyu, who was dressed in a martial arts uniform, had a unique demeanor, she hooked her fingers at Mo Xi, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Come, let me see what you have learned this month." ”

Mo Xi is a little confused, what does this mean?

Mo Xi didn't get much time to think, and Mo Liyu had already kicked over.

Mo Xi was startled, and subconsciously raised his arm to block, but he didn't expect that Mo Liyu had such a big force with one kick, and he was actually kicked into the air.

"Taste the Iron Fist I love." In the roar, the Moli fish stuck to it and slashed down with a palm.

Mo Xi ate this palm in mid-air again, and was beaten to the ground, and couldn't help but cry out in pain, and said: "Where is your fist, there is no fist." ”

Mo Liyu stepped forward, smashed his fist, and said, "When do you dare to fight back?" ”

Mo Xi hurriedly rolled on the ground, avoiding this blow, and stood up to face the next blow of Mo Liyu.

Mo Liyu stepped forward and threw another punch.

Mo Xi hurriedly raised his hand to parry, but was beaten to the point that his hand bones trembled.

Seeing this, Mo Liyu kicked up again, kicked away Mo Xi's hands, strode forward, and pushed Mo Xi's chest with one palm.

Mo Xi ate this hard, and for some reason a ball of anger rose in his heart (evil was born to the side of the guts, and then, this book was banned... Hey, hey, hey) is a hook.

Seeing this, Mo Liyu was a little happy, but said in his mouth: "Little rabbit cub, you have turned the sky upside down, and you dare to fight me back, so disobedient." ”

Mo Liyu lowered his head and let Mo Xi's fist, his back against Mo Xi's chest, and then, his shoulder exerted force, only to hear the sound of "bang", Mo Xi not only missed the punch but was also pushed back several steps.

Mo Xi's retreat did not stop, Mo Liyu had already leaned in again, swept his legs down, pulled his hands and put Mo Xi to the ground, and then, with a crisp sound of "pop", he slapped Mo Xi's ass and said: "The child is disobedient, he should be spanked." ”

The near-inhumane one-sided abuse lasted about two hours, and Mo Xi collapsed to the ground, Mo Liyu leaning on top of him.

Mo Liyu said with a hint of nostalgia: "I haven't been here for a long time, I learned boxing with your grandfather here, and I didn't think that one day I would have the opportunity to teach my son here." ”

Mo Xi closed his mouth and listened quietly.

"You know, when I heard that you were in the hospital, or alcoholism, I was really angry, this is not the son I remember, my son, is a good person." Mo Liyu gave his son a good person card regardless of it, and continued, "I have never seen him do anything beyond his reason, when I was a child, I waited and waited, and I didn't wait for you to be the same puberty as other children. It wasn't until I heard that you were drinking too much that I realized that my son also had times when he was emotionally out of control. I felt so sorry for you at the time, and I never cared if you had a setback that was so big that you didn't want to face it alone. Speaking of this, Mo Liyu shook Mo Xi's hand.

Mo Xi was silent for a long time, and said, "I'm worried about you, I won't be in the future." ”

Who knows, Mo Liyu smiled and said: "No, I hope you will be like this occasionally, there is no harm in indulging yourself, at least you can make yourself feel that you are truly alive, what is the meaning of living like a saint." ”

Mo Liyu blinked his eyes and continued: "But it's really a bit too much like this, you've been tired lately, you're mentally tired, the alliance is not as simple as you think." ”

Mo Xi nodded silently.

Mo Liyu said happily: "You don't have to be like this at all, there is no victory that doesn't need time to carve, look at Jordan, it took him nine years to get the first championship, if there are no nine years, how can the importance of that championship be highlighted." ”

Suddenly, Mo Liyu lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell you a secret, in fact, he didn't expect to win that championship back then, he just wanted to beat Detroit, but he didn't expect to win a championship." ”

Mo Xi asked suspiciously: "You are always like this, you know some strange things that others don't know." ”

Moreyu raised his proud face and said, "There is a secret, and now is the time to tell you, I am from twenty years later. ”

Mo Xi looked at Mo Liyu and asked seriously: "Twenty years later, the president of the United States is black, right?" ”

"Well, almost, but not twenty years later, ten years from now."

Mo Xi thought for a while, and then asked, "So, the dream team also lost?" ”

"Hey, how do you know, it's coming, a few more years."

Mo Xi finally couldn't hold back, the black lines on his head still popped up, and he said: "What about me in 20 years, I won't be the president of the United States, right?" ”

"No, four championships, two regular season MVPs, three Finals MVPs, 12 All-Stars, seven first-team players, four second-team ......"