The days of hiding are boring. In the first few days, all I had to do every day was to lie in bed and stare blankly.
At the beginning, I missed my family very, very much...I missed Yan Di, my three bad friends, and Fang Nan...even a little money fan.
Because my body was full of wounds and I couldn't touch the water, I couldn't take a shower for many days, and I felt a very weird smell. The fat man took good care of me and even wiped my body with a wet towel, but I quickly declined his "kindness" afterwards.
His strength is too great, and he doesn't distinguish between serious and serious. Sometimes he rubs my wounds and hurts terribly.
And at times like this, I especially miss Xiaocaifan...
After all, Amei is a professional nurse. When I was injured last time, Xiao Caimi often wiped my body, but her movements were meticulous, thoughtful and gentle, almost never hurting me.
The fat man chatted and laughed with me every day, and he never saw any worried expression on his face, as if it didn't matter if the sky fell.
He has to go out every few days to buy some necessities of life.
I sit in my room every day and don’t go out. I don’t know what’s going on outside. There’s no TV or newspapers here. Even after a long time, I forget what day it is today, or what day it is.
I only remember that the fat man went out once every seven or eight days, and after he went out three times, my injuries were almost healed.
When the scars on my body are about to heal, it is actually the most difficult time for me... People who have never been injured can't understand...
The biggest dilemma I face is: itch!
There are more than a dozen scars all over the body, the incisions have almost healed, and the outer layer of scars is about to fall off, but it is still sticking to the skin just a little...
Almost all the time, I can't help feeling the itching of the wounds all over my body like countless ants crawling around! ! !
But at this time, you can't grab it with your hands, because the wound is not completely healed after all, once you scratch it, you will be in big trouble again!
If it was just a scar, I gritted my teeth and endured it, but there are more than a dozen places all over my body that are extremely itchy... This feeling is even more difficult than when I was stabbed!
The fat man has a funny expression on his face when he sees me struggling with myself every day for the past two days.
In fact, he is also very boring. The two big men are bored in the house every day and do not go out. At the beginning, they can chat or something, but after a long time, no matter how many topics they talked about, they will finish talking.
But I feel that I am alive day by day. I survived that kind of blow little by little.
Occasionally, I will show some sincere smiles on my face again, and whenever this happens, the fat man will look at me deeply.
I know that there is meaning in that look, but I don't say anything.
Sometimes the fat man would take out a piece of wood in the house, draw a circular dam and hang it on the wall in the yard, and then take a large and a small kitchen knife from the kitchen, and stand at the door of the room by himself, The distance is about seven or eight meters, and it is boring to throw throwing knives.
His aim is scary! ! After a long time, the center of the handle of the wooden board was almost shot into a rotten hole by the kitchen knife, while the surrounding front wooden boards had no scars at all!
I vaguely remembered that when the fat man threw a screwdriver casually when he was saving me that day, it shot through the palm of the boy who shot me with a gun.
I can move at last, and all the bandages on my body have been removed long ago. The wound inside has basically healed, and the skin and flesh of the scar is tender and tender, and the color difference from other places is obvious.
After lying down and sitting for nearly 20 days, I felt that my whole body was going to be rusted. The first thing I did was to move around in the yard, carefully removing a few stools in the yard and debris on the ground. Then he took off his shirt and did a hundred push-ups in the yard naked, then twisted his waist and kicked his legs to exercise his muscles and bones.
Closing his eyes to calm himself down, he raised his hand in a stance of splitting and hanging fists, then walked around his knees, twisted his waist and cut his legs, rolled over and overturned, overturned and overturned... Only after punching all the way did he feel the pain of his body from the inside out. It's hot.
The more I fought in the yard, the more energetic I was, and I punched five or six times in one breath, and then I was slightly out of breath.
After all, I have just recovered from a serious injury, and I have been a little slack in recent years. I feel that my state is not even as good as when I was learning art from my master.
Fatty didn't know when he had already stood at the door of the room silently, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watched me finish the last set of punches, then smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Good punch!"
He slowly came over and patted me on the shoulder: "Who did you learn this Pi Hang from? It's very popular." I took a breath and wiped off my sweat: "I learned it from my master when I was young."
The fat man nodded without saying a word, and then suddenly said slowly: "The master who taught you Pi Hang is an expert... Hehe, there are very few people who know real martial arts these days! Most of them are just putting on airs."
I shook my head: "I feel that I have regressed too much... The comfortable life is too long, and I have given up my efforts."
The fat man nodded: "It's good that you have a sense of crisis, that's all, we'll have dinner later, you should prepare."
I looked at myself covered in sweat and laughed loudly: "Damn, I need to take a shower first. I haven't showered for more than 20 days, and I feel that the room smells strange!"
Fatty looked at the smile on my face, there was a trace of comfort in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, I am not afraid. Back then when I squatted on the battlefield with cat ear piercings, I never smelled anything..."
I finally took a good shower, and almost rubbed off a layer of skin on my body. After washing, I felt that my whole body seemed to be quite light.
In the evening, the fat man actually cleaned up a table of meals, four dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, and brought a bottle of wine.
I was a little surprised, the fat man was already sitting at the table, he looked at me with a serious expression, "Sit down, I have something to talk to you."
I glanced at him, seeing the serious face of the fat man, I nodded and sat opposite him.
The fat man first poured me a glass of wine, then raised the glass: "It's done!"
I said nothing, clinked glasses with him, and drank it in one gulp.
This wine was obviously bought in a small shop near the village. It is a low-quality baijiu. It is very spicy and has a strange taste, but it is strong enough!
The fat man drank calmly, drank three glasses with me in one breath, and then put down the glass. Looking at me, he said, "I'll check the news outside when I go out today."
"Yeah." I nodded and responded, waiting for the fat man to say.
"This time the matter is over. Ye Huan did a very clean job. He found two corpses, a man and a woman, to go to work with. His boss had someone chop up the corpses and feed them to the dogs... Hey! Now the chasers on your way are waiting outside. The killing order has been withdrawn."
"Hmm." I was still expressionless.
"Speaking of what happened this time, Ye Huan has benefited. He was in a bad situation these days, but the boss's son had an accident in Nanjing, and it was Zhou Jing who was unlucky. Now that Zhou Jing has fallen, if he hadn't He is supported by someone, and I am afraid that he will die this time. But let’s not talk about him, he has already fallen, and now Ye Huan is back in charge...boy..." He looked up at me with a strange expression on his face: "Say To be honest, this matter was wrong, but you helped Ye Huan once. Because of this, he regained the lost ground and regained his position."
"Hmm." I still didn't speak.
"It seems quiet outside now, but your troubles have not been resolved." The fat man looked at me: "Ye Huan will not let you go... because he handed it in. If someone finds out that you are not dead, then He is finished! Now there is no room for turning back! So from any point of view, he will not let you go... At least find a way to make you never appear again! So... "
"Tell me, I'll listen." I sighed, "Brother Huan... what does he want?" When I mentioned the word "Brother Huan", I felt a ruthless tug in my heart...
"So you have to leave!" The fat man said without any emotion in his tone, "You can't go home. If you go back, Ye Huan will definitely find a way to kill you. Your only advantage now is: Ye Huan still dare not use them The power in the organization blatantly messes with you, because he is also afraid of being known. But Ye Huan has been in the organization for so many years, and I don't know how much he has controlled himself. Boy..." The fat man took a deep breath, his tone somewhat complicated : "I know you really want to go home...but now you can't go back! You have to go, leave! If you go back and Ye Huan finds you, you are dead! Jinhe let you go once, but next time Seeing you again may not be possible!"
"Then what should I do?" I smiled wryly.
"I'll give you two ways to go." The fat man looked at me calmly: "First, you go to the northwest, or go to Sichuan, anyway, find a small place, a small county or town, find a small job, and spend your whole life shrinking , as long as you don’t get noticed by Ye Huan, and escape out of Ye Huan’s sight, you’ll be safe! But you must be honest all your life, and you must not cause trouble! Even if you encounter anything in the future, you must be careful Be a man with your tail between your legs, be tolerant when things happen, and not stand out, even if you are given a chance to prosper, you can't do it! Be a low-level ordinary person for the rest of your life!"
The muscles on my face twitched, and I said expressionlessly, "What about the second way?"
The fat man was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, his smile was somewhat helpless: "Actually, I really don't want you to go the second way..."
He lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then stared at me: "The second way, I'll send you abroad! Let you join a friend of mine... In the future, you will follow him, get ahead outside, and fight your way out! When you are rich and powerful...no one can move you!"
Speaking of which, he slowly took out a gun from under the table, and put it on the table lightly with a snap: "If you go this way, you will not be able to turn back!" He looked at me and said with a sneer: " From now on, you can't trust anyone, don't trust anyone! The only thing you can trust is this guy in your hand!"
He slowly pushed the gun in front of me...
That gaze, cold and faint...