In 1988, the reform and opening up of GE began to show initial results, and began to enter a new era, and the urbanization construction attracted a large number of outstanding international students and overseas capitalists to return to China for construction investment.

There is a saying: When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. This makes sense, because one of the main characteristics of modern urban civilization is the pluralism of value orientations, so people's thoughts, personalities, and behaviors naturally become very different.

Liu Qi is the inconspicuous bird, yes, a sparrow that does not attract the slightest attention, living in the cement factory, in the noise of machinery. He was indeed a man of ordinary life, and he was by no means an extraordinary person. If you meet him on the street and pass by, it will not be much different from the feeling of piercing through the air, but this is not to say that he is a walking corpse, in fact, those who have come into contact with him have a good impression of him: he pays attention to his appearance, always wears no beard, dresses neatly, and his hair is never oily; He was always smiling, courteous, and discreet...... Those who really know him know that he is not hypocritical, he is a man who is the same as he looks, he never hides what he wants, and he does not read books on philosophy or sociology. He likes humorous magazines, novels about science fiction and supernatural works, comics, and sometimes writes his own novels for his friends to read. So in the eyes of others, he is a little naïve, like an innocent child who has not grown up, and he is really a good baby made in the standard city.

However, Liu Qi is not without ideals. He is a very normal person, a man, so he also has ideals and pursuits, but this ideal is too simple and too standard: he longs for a beautiful and gentle wife and a beautiful and lovely daughter, a home, a embrace, and from now on to spend the rest of his life happily and peacefully, so natural, so natural, so natural, so blameless, so peaceful...... That's the same ...... It's out of reach.

He worked in a small factory, and his position was okay, but he was at the bottom of the management. Responsible for the production of an assembly line, this position determines the thankless fate of both ends, and everyone knows how difficult it is for ants on a hot pan. Under him, the workers were like wild beasts, went on strike, demanded a wage increase, and threatened him to resign. Above him, bureaucrats at all levels are even more difficult to serve than the Queen Mother. In this way, he was angry at both ends between the two forces, and the two ends were not human, and his days were like years. In a situation like him, if he is a ruthless character or a sycophant, he will be stunned, but if things are bad, he is not ruthless and does not pat on the back. He has a gentle personality and always wants to get along with everyone, which reflects the problem of beautiful ideals but cruel reality. In the face of the workers, he was hostile and isolated, and he had to bother to communicate with them, listen to them complain, and then report to his boss with all the care......

But life is always going on, living like this, five years. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that his personality is out of step with the bureaucracy and that he is a pathetic worm. Is it a bit incongruous to survive here? He knows very well that the problem is that his "goodness" cannot be changed. Yes, it can't be changed, he tried.

Tried it......

He avoided contact with others as much as possible, and wrapped himself in loneliness, but he was not good at communication and could not always be promoted, and in this factory, everyone said that he was strange, and the mouths of the women began to spread falsehoods, and finally it was rumored that he was the same as XL, and they were all far from him.

Under the weight of this kind of life, his personality and ** have long passed like sand in the palm of his hand, and life has ravaged his character like mud, and then molded into another appearance. He has no drive, no passion, no edges, no opinions, no character. He will never be angry again. He was surrounded by inexplicable fear all day long, and even felt that there was nothing abnormal about everything, and the cage wrapped in the institutionalization melted into water, and thus turned into ice, as long as he looked in the mirror, he realized that there were already several wrinkles crawling in the corners of his eyes.

He doesn't have much personality anymore, but he still has a hobby, but it's not drugs, drunkenness, and gambling as you young people think. He wasn't interested in any of this. His hobby is: Kung Fu. In the era when Bruce Lee's kung fu movies were popular, every boy wanted to be like Chen Zhen in Jingwumen, with a good kung fu that hit ten. Based on his weak personality and thin physique, he is especially obsessed with martial arts, such as Lost Trace Boxing, Hung Boxing, Wing Chun, Eight Strikes Shen Boxing, and Tie Bu Bin...... He was fascinated by these efforts, and every time he watched black and white television, he would stand on the couch and take a picture of the air.

The 1998 Asian Club Cup is coming to an end, and no man can stop the charm of football, and so does Liu Qi. Tonight's game is the key match for country Z, this event will determine whether country Z can defeat the Thai team and fight with R Ben, so he immediately took out beer from the refrigerator and cheered for the game after getting off work!

What he didn't notice was a bright flash of light facing him across the window.

The man pulled the trigger with a cruel smile on his face.

"Mound!" "Smack!" The sound of glass breaking.

Liu Qi suddenly felt a lot of pain in his left chest, he looked at the white pajamas dyed red in surprise, his face changed, he bit his lower lip in pain, and the corners of his eyes began to blur. He covered the wound with one hand and touched the phone in front of the desk with the other, and a large amount of blood ran down his fingers, oozing a few drops on the ground.

"Help...... Help......" he cried out weakly for help.

(Who's going to save me, I'm afraid, Mom...... Save me, I don't want to die...... ）

He was still young, only twenty-five years old, and he didn't want to die.