Hebei is a small county that takes a long time to find on the map.

She looked through the car window at the dusty and stained night market in front of her. The roar of people could be heard far away, and the street was filled with the rich smell of poppy shells coming from hot pot restaurants.

The owner of the barbecue stall had a shiny face, and passers-by wrapped their coats tightly and walked through the thick smoke.

Tight, astringent, cold and rough.

Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are the illusion of this country, while small counties are the reality of this country. Women have heard similar words said before. But they have never understood it deeply.

This was probably her last chance. She sighed and said:

"It's here, Uncle Bai, get off the car."

It was windy in the north at this time. The woman was wrapped in a large windbreaker, covering the curves of her body. Behind him was a man in his thirties, who stood upright and had a neat crew cut.

The two of them stepped into a shabby video store one after another.

This bleak business is really rare nowadays.

The old-fashioned TV was a little damp, and the young Dou Wei was hoarse on the green screen. Just in time for the sentence "What you have is your body, the moving beauty, what I have is my memory, the wonderful feeling."

", the lyrics are extremely dirty.

Stacks of martial arts novels are piled everywhere, including ones by Liang Yusheng, Gu Long, and Ni Kuang. The warm-colored glass cabinets list various records and videos from the end of the last century, as well as some old photos with blurred pixels and even black and white.

.Teddy Robin, Sam Hui, and Alan Tam looked at each other with microphones, and the words "84 Space Journey Concert" were written next to them.

There is an old-fashioned poster on the wall with the words "Rouge Button" written on it. The neck and eyebrows of Anita Mui, a woman disguised as a man, are as light as smoke.

"What do you want?"

His voice is clear and gentle. He doesn’t sound like a rough northern man.

What is shocking is that the owner of such an old-fashioned shop is a tall, thin young man who looks no more than twenty-five years old. He is wearing a black T-shirt and has a pale complexion.

"Are you Mr. Li Yan?"

the woman asked with a smile.

"Ah, I am."

The woman wearing a trench coat in front of her has a high and straight nose bridge, shallow eye sockets, and beautiful facial features. She looks very heroic. Her whole person exudes a neat energy.

Li Yan glanced at the silent man with a crew cut behind the woman and replied.

"I am a director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I am from Guangdong. My name is Lei Jing, and Lei Hongsheng is my grandfather."

The woman showed her white teeth,

"In terms of seniority, I should call you senior brother."

She held Li Yan's palm, her hand gentle and strong.

Li Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, and only when he heard the name "Lei Hongsheng" did he regain his luster.

"Oh, sit down, sit down, the place is small, don't make me laugh."

The woman sat elegantly on a chair nearby, silently sizing up Li Yan. She still had a photo of her grandfather and this man taken earlier in her home, but it was difficult to connect the sharp and unruly young man in the photo with the owner of the video store in front of her.

stand up.

"I often hear my grandpa talking about my senior brother. He always says that you are the most talented person he has ever seen."

The man turned around and took out the thermos and asked while pouring water.

"Is the old man still in good health?"

The woman's eyes lowered, "He passed away years ago."

Li Yan's hand was very steady and the water did not spill out at all. He put down the thermos and took a deep look at the woman.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "I hope Senior Brother Li can follow me to Guangdong and serve as a consultant for the association."

Li Yan raised his eyebrows and said:

"Miss Lei should have heard about who I am. If you are self-aware, the word Li Yan is notorious in the martial arts world. How can you think that I can help you."

Lei Jing was silent for a while, then smiled sweetly and said:

"It's not so much a notorious reputation as a vicious reputation. Maybe those people won't respect you, senior brother, but they will definitely be afraid of you."

Li Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Sounds reasonable. It's a pity that you came late."

The man picked up the cup.

"Ms. Lei is a person who has read books, aml, do you know what it means?"

Lei Jing was stunned for a moment, and then a haze filled 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 old man knows that I have no relatives or reasons."

He smiled: "So, I'm afraid I can't help you."

The woman lowered her head and looked 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 foreign doctors. Leukemia is not a terminal disease. Even if you don't have any brothers or sisters, it's entirely possible for you to find one."

Paired bone marrow.”

The woman raised her head, looking much sharper.

"Maybe my coming this time will make things difficult for senior brother, but..."

Lei Jing considered the words. "The association is my grandfather's life's work. I can't just watch it become a tool for some politicians to gain power or make profits."

"You said exercising power...'

Li Yan suddenly interrupted the woman's words. He drank all the hot water and played with the cup in his hand. He smiled at the woman and felt a bit evil in his body.

"Why is putting the association in your hands not exercising power? Can you tell me what is the difference between you and the politicians you hate?"

Li Yan's words were very rude, causing the crew-cut man beside him to frown.

The woman's face was very calm, and she just explained slowly: "The Guoshu 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 put down his cup: "I shook hands with Miss Lei just now. Your hands are very tender. You have never practiced martial arts."

The woman pursed her lips.

"I have been in poor health since I was a child, and my family was overbearing in martial arts. So I only practiced breathing and breathing techniques to regulate my breath."

"So." Li Yan lowered his head and suddenly made a digression:

"Does Miss Lei like to read martial arts novels?"

Lei Jing was a little confused by the question, and she tried to answer: "Jin Yong?"

"Lao She, Soul-Destroying Spear."

The woman obviously didn't understand what Li Yan meant, but the crew-cut man beside her narrowed his eyes.

"Anyway, I'm a sick man and I really don't have any spare capacity to help you. Thank you for your kindness. If you two want to stay for a meal, I cooked dumplings. If you don't want to, please do so. Also,

Please offer incense to the old man for me."

At this point, there is obviously no need to continue the discussion.

After a while, Lei Jing stood up silently, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out a business card and put it on the table under Li Yan's gaze.

She said: "Too many people have told me how domineering Li Yan is. They must not have imagined what you look like now, senior brother."

Li Yan tilted his head and said nothing.

"But my grandpa has always admired you, always has. Do you know what he said about you?"

Lei Jing looked directly at the man and imitated his grandfather's tone.

"People who practice martial arts must first cultivate three points of bad energy in their hearts. I have seen so many young people in my life, but only this bastard has enough of these three points of evil spirit."

"No matter whether you agree to my request or not, senior brother, I sincerely hope that the evil spirit in your heart will not dissipate."

After saying that, Lei Jing turned around and left with the middle-aged man.

Li Yan sat blankly for a while, then bent down to pick up two cups of hot water and drank them. Then he chuckled;

"What a powerful girl."

He picked up a tissue and wiped his nose. He didn't care about the bright red on the paper and threw it aside. He lay down on the sofa.

"Three points of evil...hehe."

Li Yan covered his forehead with his right hand, recalling the energetic old man with thick eyebrows, and his smile became a little bitter.

"I'm sorry, old man..."

"clatter"

A pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped on the floor of his house. Li Yan recognized the owner of the shoes, who was the man with a flat head following Lei Jing.

"Is there anything else?"

Li Yan sat up and looked up. A chill ran down his spine, and his maroon pupils couldn't help but shrink.

The doorframe creaked as the man's pale fingers pinched him. He buried his body like a beast, and the bright red flesh on his face drooped down little by little, attached to silky white fascia. The entire face was completely eroded.

Upon hearing Li Yan's question, the man slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyeballs protruding outward, looking as ferocious as a ghost.

Li Yan inhaled the cold air into his lungs bit by bit, accompanied by the passionate percussion music on the TV screen, and his short and powerful curses.
Chapter completed!