The dawn of North London is a bit more indistinct than elsewhere. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jonathan and Sallido walked together, the two of them running down the leafy, wet, cool old streets.

The exhaled white air connected into a moving cloud.

From one end of the city to the other, it's just a dot on the map, but for boxers it's a basic physical lesson every day, a 10,000-meter run.

The red sun gradually warmed the city, and Sallido also warmed up a little, and he looked at Jonathan, who was not tired, and nodded.

"You're also working on physical fitness inside?"

"That's all I can do."

Jonathan's blue eyes glowed with the afterglow of the red sun: "I don't want to wait too long after coming out, Sallido will help me arrange the first opponent after paying." ”

Sallido, who was taller than Jonathan, clasped his hands around his waist, looked from the yellow leafy streets, to the low brick buildings, and then to the sun, which had begun to turn golden with its dazzling colors.

"Since you don't have a problem with your stamina, I'm sure you won't forget how to punch while you're in prison. The first comeback battle, I will help you arrange it carefully. ”

"Thank you, I'll win!"

Jonathan's heart warmed up when he heard the reply, and he was looking forward to his opponent and returning to his familiar ring.

Wang San is still very leisurely, he is already familiar with the cleaning work of the boxing gym, and the daily training is also on schedule, and the only variable in life is that he doesn't know when to go to the moving company with Marven to do some odd jobs.

Today, Wang San finally has such an opportunity, and after finishing his work, Wang San is also used to going to the hotel for a drink with the workers of Marven Moving Company.

Wang San is not averse to having a drink, he is not an ascetic, nor is he an alcoholic, or Wang San has no idea about these at all. Since everyone drinks, he also drinks, but others like to drink and talk at length, but Wang San is just silent. The silence can't be blamed on Wang San, Wang San's poor memory is only 2 months, and he really has nothing to say, just like a baby, all he can do now is listen and observe.

The atmosphere in the tavern was very lively, and Wang San was also very happy to be influenced by these liveliness. When the wine is down, it is inevitable that you will get carried away and your eyebrows will dance.

The corner of his flying eyes swept across the street, where the girl with black sideburns and black hair was, and when he saw her, Wang San struck a spirit, and the piercing stinginess sounded in his ears.

This was a thorn in Wang San's throat, he got up, carried the wine bottle, and walked across the street with some swaying and stood in front of the girl.

When the daughter saw Wang San, her eyes were disdainful, and it turned out that the other party had not forgotten.

Wang San's ears sounded a familiar melody of a girl, and the almost electronic melody stimulated Wang San's eardrums and stimulated his pituitary gland.

Wang San was stunned again, not by memory, but by instinct Wang San knew that he had heard this melody himself, and he had really heard it, but the source was far away and unknown.

Wang San fell into a state of numbness and ethereal again, he stood in front of the girl, and the Manchester that was gradually enveloping the night disappeared in front of him.

The body was like falling into the boundless ocean of ice, the cold ice water and the pitch-black sea, the boundless snow waves, beating and ravaging Wang San's body, he felt cold, he felt suffocated, he looked at his hands in the dim and dull night.

There was a trace of long hair between his fingers, and Wang San raised his hand to the moonless sky, crying silently.

It hurt to the heart, more than the cold waters, and there was something more important than a memory, and he had lost it.

What have I lost? What exactly did I lose?

The sea disappeared from the streets of Manchester, and Wang San stood in front of the unknown girl, tears streaming down his face.

The girl stopped playing, and she looked at Wang San.

"Do you like this song very much?"

Wang San touched his chest: "No, I'm afraid of it, this song makes my heart ache." ”

The girl looked at Wang San silently for a long time: "This song is called seaweed, and it comes from a free music website!" “

"Seaweed! Seaweed! ”

Wang San's mind was buzzing with this simple word, and pieces of memories were like petals, mottled and peeled off from his mind.

As if passing through time, countless familiar figures and unfamiliar street scenes pass through from the phantom in my mind.

Wang San seemed to understand a lot, but he was hazy.

This piece definitely has a lot to do with him, he is about his past, and his own memory, this is a key, a key that links his past to his future. Wang San was stupid for a long time, looking at the deep alley opposite, and the corners of his mouth were inexplicably filled with an unfamiliar smile.

The girl still looked at Wang San, and when Wang San turned his gaze. The girl glanced at her top hat, and Wang San took out a 50 pound and put it in the top hat.

The girl smiled with satisfaction, like a little daisy in the evening breeze, with a little bit of lovely beauty.

Wang San drank his beer in one gulp, turned around and strode towards the Thornton Gym.

Wang San doesn't like to read newspapers or electronic products, but he knows that Tina will surf the Internet on the computer every day.

It was a kind of entertainment that Wang San didn't understand and didn't like, Wang San's steps were hurried, and when he pushed open the door of the gym, the fighters who remained in the gym all looked at Wang San with a look of pity.

Although Wang San had amnesia, he was not stupid, he keenly felt the abnormality of the surrounding atmosphere, and couldn't help asking, "What happened?" Why do you look at me like that? ”

"Oops!"

The fighters shook their heads and sighed, and Nancy also came over and patted Wang San's shoulder: "Brother, you can do it yourself!" ”

Wang San was even more puzzled, and at this time he turned to Yusus.

Ursus was also a little embarrassed: "Oh! Your first opponent has been found! The fighter in London, his name is Jonathan. “

"That's good! I've been waiting for a long time. ”

Wang San is looking forward to the new competition, he has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"He qualified to win the British Championship three years ago."

Marven heard Wang San's joyful tone and came over to remind Wang San.

"Jonathan's previous record was 18 wins and 18 knockouts, and he was an absolute monster. If I'm on the same level as him, I definitely don't want to fight him. ”

Nancy also came over to mend the knife.

"Yes! Jonathan's punches are terrifying. “

"Three years ago he was invincible?"

"It's really dangerous for Wang San to fight with such a fighter."

"This is only his first professional match, and if he encounters such a strong opponent, he won't play a psychological shadow!"

Marven's explanation and Nancy's mending knife made Jonathan's strength hot in the gym again.

Wang San finally knew why everyone looked at him with pity at this time, and Wang San was not worried about the strength of the opponent. The goal of his boxing is not a direct gold belt, but a sense of mission, to punch, to recover his memory! And Wang San instinctively likes strong opponents, and boxing is more of a challenge for him.

So Wang San was not afraid, but yearning.

"Huh! The opponent is strong, it's good. ”

Wang San smiled innocently, and replied innocently, he was very happy to have a strong opponent in his heart.

This smile is pure dementia and stupidity to others.