There was a drizzle in the dark sky, and its figure could be seen in the light, and his lonely back.

He pulled out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of his black slacks, took one in his mouth, put it back in the case, and then took out another red lighter from the upper left pocket of his shirt. Shelter yourself from the rain with one hand and light it. The red Mars stands out in the black. He sighed, looked in front of him, and looked down at his large, rough hands. With his hands raised slightly, he tilted his head and frowned in the dim light, looked at his palms, and then turned over to look at the backs of his hands.

He has been doing rough work all year round, and his hands are already full of calluses, thick and conspicuous.

He clenched his fists and ran forward. The drizzle hit his face, and his messy hair.

Several teenagers gathered in front of a warehouse, the lights shining dimly. There seemed to be a man lying on his stomach on the ground, it was a boy.

He suddenly punched someone in the face, and the man fell to the ground.

"Beat him to death!" A shout burst through his throat.

The man heard the voice, but instead of doing so, he punched the man in the stomach again. As soon as the man stood up and received another punch, he fell backwards, and was about to fall when he was held back by the others who were with him.

"Want to continue, boys?" He said with a cigarette in his mouth.

Several teenagers looked at him five big and three thick, and put on a perennial appearance of mixing in the underworld, hesitated for a while, turned around and fled in the back direction one after another, and their figures became more and more blurred under the light.

"You're ruthless." When the man saw them running away, he walked back and squatted in front of the boy lying on the ground and looked at him, "If you don't learn well at a young age, why do you learn to fight?" ”

The boy had a blue nose and swollen face, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth that had not clotted, and they probably had just started fighting.

"None of your business!" The boy clenched his fists and pressed his throat to say.

"You asked me to kill him just now, but now it's my business!" The man laughed, "Eh, you studied medicine?" Where are the wing points? ”

The boy ignored it, shook his head to shake off the rain accumulated on his face, and stood up with difficulty: "Thank you." After saying that, he limped away.

The man stood still and watched his back, took a puff on his cigarette, and exhaled. He snuffed out the cigarette and threw it on the ground: "Eh, where are you going?" The man followed him slowly, "I've seen it several times, and right here, you're being beaten to the ground by them again." ”

The boy didn't speak, and he continued, "Boy, you can't be so cowardly every time, you have to fight back." Like this, like this......" he said, gesturing with a boxing motion.

"You've seen them so many times, haven't you seen them beaten by me?" The boy paused and said impatiently.

"Not really." The man's voice was playful.

He had nothing to say, turned around and continued to walk ahead.

"Eh, where the hell is the wing point? Is one hit fatal? The man continued to follow.

"Here." He pointed to his temple and double-clicked his index finger, "It's not going to be going to die." ”

"Then why don't you hit them here?"

The boy didn't speak again, and after about a minute, he said, "Uncle, what are you doing with me?" ”

Hearing the voice, the man lit a cigarette: "I'll live here." Then he walked briskly to the front.

"You're not homeless!" The boy's voice was full of mockery.

"Don't taunt me, you kid, who said I was homeless."

"You haven't seen what you look like now, unshaven beard."

The man reached out and stroked his hair, scratching it again to try to make a nice haircut.

"Uncle, otherwise, I'll give you a place to live, and you protect me. What do you think? ”

"Yes, boy." He suddenly stepped forward.

"Wait for me, do you know where it is?"

"Isn't it just around the corner? One bedroom and one living room, sleep in bed first! ”。

"You're not just waiting for me to say that, are you? It's so pale! ”