In the name of father

Xiao Yan squatted on the sofa, a pair of amber pupils fixedly stared at the busy phone in his hand as if looking at something with deep hatred.

"Don't look at it, you can't see the person on the phone if you look at it again." Sitting next to him, the young master of the Xiao family sighed softly, raised his hand to take a sip of the hot tea that was steaming white mist , looking at the snowflakes constantly falling on the balcony outside, he seemed to be emotional, suddenly frowned slightly, and said without beginning or end, "When it snowed last year, Xiao Mo sat where you were, with his hands on your shoulders. In my pocket."

"What?" The second young master of the Xiao family fiercely threw his mobile phone on the coffee table aside, imagined the scene in his brother's words, and turned his head to stare at his brother in an increasingly unhappy mood, "This year it will be me Does it make you feel that you are not in a beautiful mood? Make it clear that 80.00% of your father’s anger is attributable to you, so what qualifications do you have to complain to me here?"

Xiao Yan ignored his younger brother, but just stretched out his hand towards Xiao Yan. +

Xiao Yan subconsciously covered his pockets and moved his butt back, showing a vigilant expression: "What are you doing?"

"Mobile phone." The young master of the Xiao family said succinctly.

"No." Xiao Yan flatly refused, "If you have the ability, let Dad call you."

"Come on," Xiao Yan looked at his younger brother's victorious face even though he had the exact same face, but still found it very annoying, "You and I both know that Xiao Mo is just casually calling on our two numbers. It’s just a dozen of them, it’s either you or me—you’re just lucky today.”

Xiao Yan didn't bother to talk to him, he just stood up and went to the corridor to make a phone call——Xiao Yan faintly heard what Xiao Yan seemed to be saying, and reported a series of numbers to the person on the other end of the phone... After talking on the phone for a while, after more than ten minutes, when the temperature in the room almost completely blurred the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and wiped the mist from the glass windows. At this time, he saw his brother in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I don't know when I finished the call and stood behind him.

"Did you find it?"

"It's a temporary number that hasn't been registered." Xiao Yan said, "I can't find anything."

"Should be." Xiao Yan said in a predictable tone, "Xiao Mo's ID card is still in my drawer, what did he use to get the number?" As he spoke, the young master of the Xiao family turned his body slightly, and then He reached out to his brother once, "Bring me the phone."

This time Xiao Yan put his mobile phone into his brother's hand very cooperatively——Xiao Yan took it, flipped through the call history, found the second unfamiliar number, and called it back without even thinking about it. Sure enough, after a "beep" sound, the phone was hung up immediately, and then the call was made again, and the number was turned off.

"If you check again tomorrow, you will find that this number has been canceled." Xiao Yan sneered, as if talking to himself, "So afraid of being found by us, you still have to hang around on your own territory. I don't understand him What do you think?"

"Oh, maybe he wanted to leave us but found that he couldn't do without us. Maybe he wanted to pretend to leave and then he secretly squatted in the corner and peeped at us." Xiao Yan scratched his chin and said with a smile— —When this sentence was first formed in his mind, the tone and content should be full of self-deprecating, but when he said it, even Xiao Yan felt something was wrong.

The second young master of the Xiao family shut his mouth abruptly, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Xiao Yan who had been sitting on the sofa all along—at this moment, the latter had exactly the same expression on his face, The two brothers were silent, silently admiring the funny expressions on each other's faces as if they were stabbed alive like they were looking in a mirror.

……

The butterfly effect says that if a butterfly flaps its wings on this half of the earth, on the other side of the ocean, a raging tornado will attack the entire ocean.

Xiao Mo didn't know that his random phone call ended up causing his two sons to go out to work with dark circles under their eyes the next morning. The man himself slept well, and even had a harmless erotic dream... When he got up in the morning, he warmed up the soup made last night, first served a bowl for the little boy, and Xiao Mo took out a piece of bread from the bag in the convenience store and went straight to the hospital.

Before leaving, the man remembered what he saw when he came to this house for the first time yesterday, so he turned his head and told the little girl sitting obediently in the living room that the stove should not be too close to any flammable things—when he saw the little boy, be obedient After turning his head, Xiao Mo went out with confidence. Walking out of the gate, standing in the simple and dirty corridor, Xiao Mo suddenly felt a strange feeling...

He obviously only returned to this kind of ordinary life yesterday, but at this moment, it seems that he has lived in such an environment all his life.

Some habits are etched into the bones.

When the man went to the hospital, he went to pay the day's medical expenses to the idler Zhang. When he showed the bill to the middle-aged man who was lying on the bed moaning and dying, the latter immediately changed from "dying" to "death". "On the verge of death", and then struggled to get up and prepare to be discharged from the hospital. Facing the willful request of this patient who just pulled out a dagger from his spleen yesterday, the doctor didn't agree with it at first, and said something. There are a lot of things that are not there, in short, "You are not suitable to be discharged from the hospital now", but when the idler Zhang couldn't bear it, he yelled "I have no money and no medical insurance", the doctor was stunned.

First of all, Xianren Zhang looks really good-tempered.

Secondly, it seems that he really has no money.

During the whole process, only the black-haired man was holding an insulated box with his face full of pain, and he lowered his voice behind and said in a calm old mother's tone: "Oh, don't yell, I'm idle, the wound was opened by you, and you didn't do it!" Money to sew again..."

In the end, the medicine expenses saved by the idler Zhang turned into the cheapest wheelchair in the equipment store.

Xiao Mo watched his roommate tremblingly climbed into the wheelchair and sat down, then handed him the soup in his hand—the latter sniffed his nose and found out that it was meat, and showed a very sad expression of happiness, opened the The lid of the insulated box, before eating, he still complained: "Why do you stew pig's feet soup, I don't want to stimulate milk."

"Your milk can flow back into your brain, and next time your brain won't be so watery." Xiao Mo stuffed the spoon into his roommate's hand without raising his head, "Such a big living person is coming from your feet. You can't even see it when you jump up, and if you get stabbed like this, other brothers will know and laugh at you to death."

The idler Zhang was very unconvinced by the lesson while drinking the soup. The man in front of him might be a few years younger than him but dared to laugh at him for his lack of brain. The man in front of me was told by the landlord that there was a 35-year-old man in his early 27s: "You still have the face to tell me, do you know what happened across the street that day, someone put a gun to your head, okay, I want to remind you You still tell me to shut up, if not—"

The idler opened his mouth halfway, but suddenly thought of those calm amber pupils across the street that day.

Idleman Zhang has been a rough man all his life. He doesn't know what the word "elegant" means, but that day, when the young man across the street gently raised his hand to his lips to "silence" At that time, idler Zhang felt as if he saw the verb form of the word "elegant".

At that time, he didn't even have time to feel shocked. In the next second, the blood splashed from the scar man's eyes almost occupied his entire eyeball at that time.

Abnormally shocking.

The soup bowl in his hand shook subconsciously, and when the black-haired man standing beside him turned his head with a relaxed face and asked him "what else?", the idler Zhang Hou, who realized that he might have almost said the wrong thing, was terrified all over his body. Sweaty, he lowered his head, took a sip of the soup loudly, then managed to change into the previous mocking tone, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "If the police hadn't arrived later, you would have been lying in the urn with your head blown out. "

Xiao Mo listened, and didn't think it was too frightening—people don't shed tears when they see the coffin, not to mention that in this kind of fight, there are always a few idiots who can't control themselves and pull out their guns. Can't stop--

Luckily the gun missed my son.

This is the only afterthought the black-haired man has about what the idler Zhang said.

Xiao Mo pushed him to the boxing gym where he usually fights after watching the idler Zhang drink the soup. Originally, the idler Zhang had agreed to introduce Xiao Mo to his boss after yesterday's fight with the West District, but because this guy himself Lie down first, so the final "recommendation" was not made, just taking advantage of today's idle Zhang to recuperate and he is free, Xiao Mo, under the guidance of his roommate, pushed him to the place where he usually goes to work.

As soon as the person got out of the elevator, Xiao Mo didn't even realize what happened, and immediately heard a series of scolding sounds like a firecracker in the boxing gym, mixed with the sound of sandbag hitting, and the speaker used The word is very rude, almost even the eighteenth generation of his ancestors did not let go, Xiao Mo couldn't figure out that the inability to punch straight had a half-money relationship with the posture a person used when he came out of the mother's womb——

But the cusser is as straight as he is Darwin.

"Last night, Xiaotong said that someone called back and said that you can die if you don't come back to fight today." Xiao Mo said calmly while pushing the idler Zhang inside, "It seems that the one who called is the one who is cursing now. ——Is he hired by your boss to swear at people?"

Idleman Zhang: "He is our boss."

Xiao Mo: "..."

I don't know that the glass door has not been oiled for millions of years. When it is pushed open, it makes a "creak" and harsh sound.

Xiao Mo walked into the boxing gym, and immediately felt that he had stepped into the boxing gym with the worst conditions in the world - the boxing gym was full of men, of course there would be a little smell of sweat, but this winter, the smell of sweat With the smell of body odor and a little bit of Yunnan Baiyao spray mixed together, it really has a darkening effect.

At this moment, he was standing in the corner spraying wildly at a muscular man. The tall, thin man who sprayed him like a dog probably heard the sound of the glass door being pushed open. He turned his head and looked at the door without looking at it. Aunt Pokou: "You motherfucker! That idiot with no eyes! Tell you that the glass door on the left side of the main entrance is in disrepair. Don't push it and go through the back door. Your brains have been eaten by sperm, don't you—"

"..."

Xiao Mo felt that if the underworld wanted to change their public image, they probably had to start with the quality training of grassroots managers.

When the owner of the boxing gym scolded people like this, the boxers who were training in the boxing gym turned a deaf ear and continued to concentrate on the various sports and training they were doing. Zhang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to be used to being scolded. With a smile on his face, the dead pig looked like he was not afraid of boiling water, and even sat in a wheelchair and nodded to the tall and thin monkey with an angry face: "Boss, boss—oh, boss—"

"Idleman Zhang, where did you go without seeing people die last night? I heard that you also participated in the fight with the West District last night, didn't you? I also heard that those who participated last night witnessed the true face of the 'tyrant'." Fake?" The so-called boss restrained his anger a little, and asked a series of questions without taking a breath.

"Really, really." The idler Zhang nodded again and again, smiling shamelessly.

Monkey Boss: "Then you say 'Tyrant' is more handsome than me?"

Idleman Zhang: "...Of course it's—"

Monkey Boss: "Huh?"

Idleman Zhang: "You are handsome."

Boss Monkey nodded in satisfaction: "It seems that you really went to the scene."

Xiao Mo: "..."

During the conversation, Xiao Mo saw Zhang's boss raised his eyelids and glanced at himself with his triangular eyes. He obviously noticed his existence, but this man seemed to deliberately ignore him. As if, he directly changed the subject, pointed to the wheelchair under the idler's buttocks and said, "Where did you get the cosplay props?"

"I didn't pay attention yesterday and was stabbed, boss." The idler Zhang apologized with a smile.

The boss listened and didn't say much - obviously he had already heard about it when he called idler Zhang's house yesterday, he just glanced at the black man standing behind idler Zhang's wheelchair as if inadvertently. Fat man——The clean, fair-skinned man seems to have a sense of disobedience to the style of this boxing gym. The boss who never felt that his boxing gym needed hygiene suddenly felt that he could take advantage of it. Thinking about organizing a big cleaning for the new year... Thinking of this, he himself felt that he was boring enough, so he snorted, and asked the middle-aged man in the wheelchair in a disgusted tone: "Then what about my round-robin ring today?" A lot of people have already left our boxing gym. If I give up the match, I won’t be able to pay the millions of dollars. I want to pay you to sell your ass to me to pay for it.”

This is almost unreasonable.

But as the owner of an underground boxing gym, this thin and tall man's best trick is to make trouble for no reason-at this moment, when he sees the idler Zhang and the courageous smiling face appearing in front of him like a mangy dog, he vaguely feels that the idler Zhang already has a solution...

as predicted.

In the next second, he saw the man in the wheelchair reach out and grab the black-haired man standing behind him: "Hurry up, Ah Zhen."

Boss Monkey paused for a moment, and glanced at the man who was dragged by the idler Zhang and staggered out from behind the wheelchair... He guessed what the idler Zhang wanted to do, but looking at the black-haired man in front of him, he was really confused. There is no way to connect this well-dressed and handsome man in front of him with a sport like underground boxing——

His eyes slid over the pale skin that was faintly exposed under the man's open collar.

Boss Monkey stared at him for a moment, and immediately scolded his mother in his heart—as soon as such a person took off his clothes and put on a punching vest and stood on the stage, would the people around him be looking at the boxing or at him?

Thinking of the second child of the audience in the first row under the boxing ring standing tall in the crotch of a tent after a punch, Boss Monkey himself was amused by his rich imagination——

Literally, fuck it.

Mr. Zhang, the idler in the ear, couldn’t listen to a word of Boss Monkey’s introduction. The only thing he was thinking about now was “no way” and “NONONO” and “there is no door”. He yelled out loudly: "Idleman Zhang, are you tired of work—you just find an extra actor from the street to fool me if you don't want to start work—you tell me that this thin-skinned and tender meat will punch you, are you fucking trying to force me?" Let me show you what boxing is?!"

Idleman Zhang: "..."

Xiao Mo: "...I really know how to punch."

Monkey Boss: "Sir, do you know that your acting skills are poor?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

The Oscar winner said that Xiao Mo's son, who he has played for more than ten years, has grown from a brat to a pillar of society (...) No one has ever said that his acting skills are poor.

Monkey Boss: "What's your name?"

Xiao Mo: "Yuan Zhen."

Boss Monkey laughed: "Do you think that you are really a boxing champion by the name of the boxing champion?"

"..."

Xiao Mo didn't know why he was ridiculed by the boss here, he really wanted to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, he thought why he was doing this and ran away from home, and if his son found out, he might be laughed out of his teeth... …

He can't sit still, and now he needs a job to make a living.

Gambling boxing, he has no start-up capital.

To make money, the only way is to find a job—he is Yuanzhen, and Yuanzhen knows how to do it, so the only way is to fight.

So, at this moment, the man abruptly stopped, turned around and wanted to leave, and stared stiffly at the monkey-like tall and thin man in front of him——

Those black pupils made Boss Monkey, who was standing opposite him at this time, obviously look stunned.

At this moment.

Boss Monkey saw the black-haired man in front of him move his lips, and then said slowly in a quiet voice: "You can choose whoever you want in this boxing gym. After the selection, I will fight with him according to your rules. If we win, we will fight today." Tonight, I will post it for the idler."