Zuo Kui is in his own small world, although he is also living in a mess, but he can always rely on his three fists and two feet to mix smoothly.

He never thought that it would be his own sister who made him feel so frustrated.

At first, for Zuo Kui, a sister who dared to follow his parents behind his back made him feel extremely satisfied with his vanity.

He took Zuo Jing to wander the streets and alleys, fighting and messing around.

Being able to get Zuo Jing's worship and praise for his victory, and being able to watch Zuo Jing fly high under his protection, were all things that Zuo Kui was proud of.

By the time he discovered his predicament, it was already too late to teach Zuo Jing again.

Zuo Kui, who graduated from high school, began to touch reality more and more realistically.

Frustration, helplessness, and confusion made Zuo Kui more and more flustered.

Zuo Jing, who was full of ruffians, suddenly became more dazzling than ever in Zuo Kui's opinion.

For the first time in his life, he hit Zuo Jing.

It's not a slap, it's not a punch or a kick.

He took out the strength of the street fight, and beat Zuo Jing's nose and face to be swollen, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Zuo Jing sat paralyzed on the ground, but his gaze was calm.

His parents drove him out of the house like crazy and sent Zuo Jing to the hospital.

From beginning to end, Zuo Jing didn't say a word, not even moaning.

Zuo Kui himself was drinking outside, and he drank so much that it was dark.

I drank too much, got drunk, and was beaten up and thrown on the side of the road.

He spent many days in the house he rented with the other thugs, doing only three things: eating, sleeping, and smoking.

On the last night, after extinguishing a cigarette, he stood in front of the thugs playing cards.

The gangsters were so busy that almost no one paid attention to him.

Zuo Kui inexplicably attacked and beat these people up.

In the midst of the angry scolding, Zuo Kui left here with a pitiful salute on his back.

He asked Zuo An to send him some money. For him, Zuo An mustered up a lifetime of courage and stole his parents' money.

Zuo An is honest, but very smart.

"Brother, where are you going?" Zuo An grabbed the corner of his clothes and muttered.

Zuo Kui did not answer. He patted Zuo An on the shoulder and said:

"Go to school hard, don't learn from me."

With that, he left the house without looking back.

Zuo An looked at his back and cried silently.

Zuo Kui sat on the train, watching the train station disappear little by little, and his eyes slowly became empty.

He felt tired, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't see Zuo Jing, whose injuries had not yet healed, running desperately along the track.

Crying and scolding, scolding and crying.

Until she was exhausted, fell on the side of the railway, and was injured a second time.

Zuo Jing lay on the ground, crying hoarsely.

Zuo Kui came to a big city, and here his confusion grew exponentially.

He thinks too much about the outside world.

He thinks that he can find any job and start from the bottom, and sooner or later he will have his own world.

It's like the hard past that the rich people talk about on TV.

Zuo Kui has been in the big city for three years. He has worked as a construction site worker, a shop guide, a real estate agent, a network administrator, and a temporary cleaner.

He has ruffianism, arrogance in his bones, and he doesn't know anything, but he refuses to bow his head and crawl.

At the end of three years, he found that he had achieved nothing, and he could not see even a glimmer of light that could blend in with human beings.

His temper was slowly consumed by this bottomless reality.

At the same time, there is also hope for life.

He was cleaning on the roof of a building, and he fainted from the towering building.

However, Zuo Kui inexplicably likes this feeling.

He felt a sense of relief from the vague feeling in it.

Zuo Kui went up to the rooftop every day to see, and the temptation of relief became more and more real, making him want to stop.

Zuo Kui felt that it was time for him to leave this world.

On his birthday, Zuo Kui drank a lot of wine, and he staggered onto the rooftop, feeling that his original self was back.

He sang aloud, threw the bottle off the rooftop, and danced happily.

He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and jumped off the tall building.

The rising currents made him feel like he was flying, uncomparably free.

The last thing he heard was a few loud roars.

Immediately afterward, he felt a heavy blow on his head, and he lost consciousness.

Gradually, he felt pain all over his body, as if his limbs, which had not been exercised for many years, were gradually recovering.

"Well, I really didn't expect it to turn out like this."

A voice said.

"Hahaha, God's will is hard to do, Lao Yi."

Boss Zhu's voice said.

Zuo Kui slowly opened his eyes and saw the backyard of Liufangzhai.

Countless lit candles were arranged in a formation on the ground, and in the center of the array was an upright coffin.

Zuo Kui leaned against the coffin, his limbs aching and unable to move.

Outside the formation were Boss Zhu and a man in a black coat.

The man's facial features were handsome and his body was well-proportioned. His skin was a little dark, and in his hand was a string of one hundred and eight rosaries, wrapped around his hands in a figure of "8", and copied into his cuffs.

The two looked at Zuo Kui from outside the formation, and the face of the man in black was full of helplessness.

"But wouldn't that be a problem?" Boss Zhu asked: "This guy is crazy, he won't demolish this street, right?" ”

The man in black gave him a blank look and said, "That won't happen, you pig's head." ”

The voice of the man in black was low, but it was not unpleasant.

He touched his chin and looked at Zuo Kui for a long time, then sighed and said, "Let's make do with it first, and I'll figure it out when I go back." ”

A breath poured out of Zuo Kui's abdomen, and he coughed violently, spewing out a lot of dust.

He grabbed the edge of the coffin and walked out slowly, the aches in his body gradually fading, and he began to move freely.

"You ...... Who ......" Zuo Kui spoke with difficulty, his throat uncomfortable as if he had been cut by a knife.

He found his voice so low and hoarse that even he found it unpleasant.

Breathing made him breathe, he coughed violently, and spewed out countless dust.

The man in black didn't answer his question, but asked, "What's your name?" ”

Zuo Kui glared at him, and the rebelliousness in his bones made him not want to answer the words of the man in black.

Boss Zhu shook the pu fan and said with a smile: "I heard that you are a jumper?" How old are you this year? ”

Zuo Kui ignored him.

"It's hard." Boss Zhu said with a smile.

"When you are young, you will commit suicide by jumping off a building, and it must be blocked here." The man in black knocked on his head and smiled at Boss Zhu.

"You ...... Who is it? ”

Zuo Kui endured the pain and asked again.

Boss Zhu and the man in black looked at each other helplessly and smiled.

The man in black pulled out his hands from his sleeves and slammed them together for eleven beats.

All the candles on the ground were extinguished in an instant, and only the electric lights hanging in the courtyard shone dimly.

The coffin in the middle of the formation slowly sank into the ground, as if it had fallen into quicksand, and finally all sank away.

The man in black began to gather the candles on the ground. He examined the candles one by one, cleaned them up, and held them in his arms.

"This is Liufangzhai, my name is Yi Shanduan, and I am the boss here."

Yi Shan said and smiled at Zuo Kui.