Chapter 1: Big gun ends

Hebei, a small county that has been on the map for a long time.
She looked at the night market covered with dust and stains through the window of the car. The vocal sounds could reach far away, and the street was full of the smell of poppy shells from the hot pot restaurant.
The owner of the barbecue stall was shiny, and people passing around wrapped their coats through the thick smoke.
Forced, astringent, cold and rough.
Kitakamihiro is the illusion of this country, and the small county is the truth of this country. Women have heard people say similar things before. It's just never been too deep.
This is probably her last chance, she sighed and said:
"It's here, Uncle Bai, get off."
The wind was strong at this time in the north. The woman was wrapped in a wide windbreaker, covering her body curves. She was followed by a man in his thirties, standing upright, with a sharp flat head.
The two stepped into an old audio-visual store.
This bleak business is rare now.
The old-fashioned TV was a little ebb, and the young Dou Wei hissed in the green screen. Is catching up with the phrase "What you have is your body, moving beauty, what I have is my memory, a wonderful feeling.", The lyrics are so dirty.
The martial arts novels piled up all over the place, Liang Yusheng, Gu Long. There are also Ni Kuang's. In the warm-colored glass cabinet, various records and videos at the end of the last century are listed, as well as some old photos with blurred pixels and black and white. Teddy Robin, Xu Guanjie, and Tan Yonglin looked at each other with microphones, and the words "A Space Tour in 1984" were written next to it.
There are vintage posters on the wall, with the words "Rouge Buckle", painted on the ankle and eyebrows of Mei Yanfang, who dresses in men's clothing, as if smoke.
"Come here?"
The voice is clear and gentle. Not like a rough northern man
What makes people break their glasses is that the owner of such an old-fashioned shop is a tall and thin young man who looks less than 25 years old. He was wearing a black T-shirt and pale.
"Are you Mr. Li Yan?"
Woman asks with a smile.
"Ah, I am."
In front of this woman in a trench coat, the bridge of her nose was tall and straight, her eye sockets were shallow, her facial features were beautiful, and she was full of vitality. The whole person showed a profit drop momentum.
Li Yan glanced indifferently at the silent flat-headed man behind the woman and replied.
"I'm a director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I'm from Guangdong. My name is Lei Jing. Lei Hongsheng is my grandpa."
The woman showed her white teeth,
"In terms of seniority, I should call you a brother."
She took Li Yan's slap and started with gentle and powerful hands.
Li Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust. Only when he heard the name "Lei Hongsheng" was a glorious reveal.
"Oh, sit, sit, the place is small, don't be surprised."
The woman sat generously in a chair by the side, silently looking at Li Yan. She still had a photo of her grandfather and the man earlier in her house, but it was difficult to contact the sharp young man in the photo with the owner of the video store stand up.
"I often hear Grandpa mentioning Brother, he always says, you are the most talented person he has ever met."
The man turned around and took out the kettle, asking while making water.
"Father is tough?"
The woman's eyes dropped, "His old man, he died years ago."
Li Yan's hands were stable and the water did not spill at all. He lowered the kettle and gave the woman a deep look.
"Can I help you?"
The woman pursed her lips and said, "I hope Brother Li can go to Guangdong with me as a consultant to the association."
Li Yan raised an eyebrow and said:
"What kind of person I am, Miss Lei should have heard of it. To be self-aware, in the martial arts world, the word Li Yan is notorious. How can you think that I can help you."
Lei Jing was silent for a while, and smiled sweetly:
"Infamous rather than infamous, maybe those people will not respect you, but they will be afraid of you."
Li Yanwenyan couldn't help laughing.
"It sounds reasonable. Unfortunately, you are late."
Man holds up the cup.
"Miss Lei is the one who read the book, aml, do you know what that means?"
Lei Jing froze for a moment, then a haze came over her heart. She tentatively said, "Acute myeloid leukemia."
Li Yan took a sip of water: "I was diagnosed with this disease a month ago. Your father knows that I am unrelated and unreasonable."
He smiled: "So, I'm afraid I can't help you."
The woman looked down at her nails for a while before saying dryly: "The medical conditions in the South are much better than here. I also know some well-known doctors abroad. Leukemia is not terminally ill. Even if you have no siblings, it is entirely possible Paired bone marrow. "
The woman looked up, and the whole person was awful.
"Maybe I'm embarrassed by my brother this time, but ..."
Lei Jing considered the words. "The association is the painstaking effort of my grandpa throughout my life. I can't just watch it become a tool used by some politicians for power or profit."
"You talk about power ... '
Suddenly Li Yan interrupted the woman, he drank hot water and played with the cup in his hand. She smiled at the woman, a little bit more insidious.
"Why don't you hand over the association to you? Can you tell me, what is the difference between you and those politicians you hate?"
Li Yan's words were very rude, and the flat-headed man frowned.
The woman's face was calm, but she explained slowly: "The National Art Association was founded by my grandfather. I have been involved in the association's affairs since I was sixteen years old. No one knows it better than me, and no one loves it more than me."
Li Yan shook his head, and he lowered his cup: "I just shook hands with Miss Lei. Your hands are very tender. You haven't practiced martial arts."
The woman clenched her lips.
"I haven't been healthy since I was young, and my family's kung fu is overbearing. So I only practiced some tonics.
"So ah." Li Yan bowed his head and suddenly said something off-topic:
"Does Miss Lei like to watch martial arts novels?"
Lei Jing was asked a little bit blindly, and she tried to answer, "Jin Yong?"
"Lao She, Soulbreaker."
The woman obviously did not understand what Li Yan meant, but the flat-headed man on the side narrowed his eyes.
"In short, I ’m sick, I really do n’t have much energy to help you. Thank you for your kindness. If you two want to stay for dinner, I cooked dumplings. If you do n’t want to, please go ahead. Give me the incense for my father. "
Speaking of this, obviously there is no need to talk about it.
After a while, Lei Jing stood up silently, but did not leave immediately, but took out a business card and placed it on the table under Li Yan's gaze.
She said: "Too many people have talked to me about how cruel people Li Yan is. They must not think of you, Brother."
Li Yan crooked his head and didn't speak.
"But my grandpa has always admired you, always. Do you know how he evaluates you?"
Lei Jing looked directly at the man, learning the tone of his grandpa.
"People who practice martial arts, first raise three points of evil spirits in their hearts. I have seen so many epigenetics in my life. Only the mixed boy is not many and many.
"Whether or not you agree to my request, Brother, I sincerely hope that the three-point evil in my heart will remain."
After speaking, Lei Jing turned around and left with the middle-aged man.
Li Yan sat idly for a while, then bent over and took up two cups of hot water. Just smiled
"What a terrific girl."
He picked up a paper towel and wiped his nose. He didn't care about the redness on the paper, and threw it away. The whole man lay down on the sofa.
"Three points of anger ... hehe."
Li Yan covered his forehead with his right hand, remembering the old man with a thick eyebrow and a bitter smile in his smile.
"Sorry, Father ..."
"Da"
A pair of bright black leather shoes stepped on his own floor. Li Yan recognized that the owner of the leather shoes was the flat-headed man behind Lei Jing.
"What else is happening?"
Li Yan sat up, looked up, and suddenly his spine became cold, his chestnut pupils could not shrink.
The door frame was rattled by the man's pale fingers. His beast was usually buried, and the bright red flesh on his face drooped down a little, adhering to the filamentous white fascia. The entire face was already rotten.
Hearing Li Yan's questioning, the man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes bulging outward, like a ghost.
Li Yan sucked the cold air into the lungs a little, accompanied by the thrilling percussion on the TV screen, which was his short and powerful scolding.
"Fuck!"
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