Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

Little Ma roared angrily, "Did you even try to get a chance? You didn't, you didn't!!"

"I don't want to be like you!" Little Ma let go of her hand, somewhat disheartened, his face full of disappointment.

"Little Ma!" Song Zihao tried to grab Little Ma, but Little Ma struggled to break free.

Standing atop the mountain, Little Ma gazed at the scenery below, a glint of indescribable light flashing in his eyes.

Disappointment, resentment, anger, and grievance—a complex mix of emotions collided, igniting a powerful flame that burned within.

"Who are they?" Since Jiang Lai stopped and stood quietly listening, Gang Sheng, unable to contain his curiosity, finally asked in a low voice.

Jiang glanced at Gang Sheng, then at Mark and Song Zihao, and said calmly, "I'm not sure, but it feels familiar."

There are some things that Jiang Lai doesn't know how to explain.

Recalling the classic scene of Little Ma lighting a cigarette with a banknote, and seeing his current appearance, Jiang Lai couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In that world, Chow Yun-fat's sunglasses and his dashing figure lighting a cigarette with counterfeit money are unforgettable memories for many.

"Shall we go back?" Gang Sheng looked at Jiang Lai with a questioning gaze, asking him whether they should continue on their way.

Jiang Lai gently shook his head.

Chapter 121 Lighting a Cigarette

The two stood there for a long time. Song Zihao calmed down and stared at Xiao Ma's back. He said softly, "Let's go, Xiao Ma! I'll take you home."

Little Ma turned around, his eyes filled with resentment, and said in a resolute tone, "I told you, I don't need your pity. Even if I lose a leg, I can still get back to where I was!"

"Xiao Ma, why are you doing this?" Song Zihao sighed slightly, looking at Xiao Ma with a complicated expression.

"You can leave!" Little Ma looked at Song Zihao, his pupils revealing an emptiness, a chilling disillusionment mixed with a deep-seated resentment as he spoke.

Song Zihao gently shook his head: "I won't abandon you."

When Little Ma heard Song Zihao's words, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in his bewildered eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me, but you've been in there for three years, three years! Do you know how I've lived these past three years?" Little Ma's voice was choked with emotion, his hands trembling, and his eyes filled with a complex mix of pain, anger, and helplessness. He could only shout loudly.

He wasn't discouraged by his broken leg, nor did he care about being treated like a dog. No setbacks or difficulties could break him.

Because he knew there was still hope, he was waiting, waiting for someone, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for him to return to his peak.

But now, his eyes are wet with tears. The shoulder he could once lean on is no longer there, and he can only look up at the starry sky.

He didn't want to sob or choke up, but he just couldn't help it.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and Little Ma's eyes seemed to travel through the river of time, recalling his former high spirits. But his dreams had been extinguished, and Song Zihao's words had shattered his last line of defense.

Little Ma is like a fine horse; he can endure and lie low in his stall, but ultimately he still yearns to roam the world freely.

Looking at Xiao Ma's appearance, Song Zihao opened his mouth, with a thousand words in his heart, but in the end they all turned into a long sigh: "I will no longer get involved in matters of the martial world."

After saying that, Song Zihao got into a taxi.

He started the engine, rolled down the car window, and glanced at Little Ma with a complicated expression.

Little Ma sat back down without getting up. He just stared intently at the bright lights and bustling city below, his hands clenching tightly into fists, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

Watching Xiao Ma's retreating figure, Song Zihao's heart was in constant turmoil. The image of A-Jie and the image of Xiao Ma alternated in his mind. Finally, as he touched the steering wheel, the image of the car dealership owner appeared in his mind.

With a helpless sigh, Song Zihao drove away.

At this moment, Little Ma's silhouette appeared so lonely.

The sound of the car driving away behind him shattered the last glimmer of hope that Little Ma had left. He stared blankly at the night sky, touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and put one to his lips.

He then touched his shirt pocket and patted his pants pocket, as if searching for something.

After searching for a while, Brother Ma sighed somewhat dejectedly and prepared to remove the cigarette from his lips.

"Wait for me a moment!" Jiang Lai said softly to Gang Sheng.

Gang Sheng didn't know what Jiang Lai was going to do, so he just nodded obediently and then found a rock to sit down.

Jiang Lai gave Gang Sheng a reassuring look, then walked towards Little Ma.

Just as Little Ma was about to take out his cigarette, he heard footsteps behind him.

Snapped!

A flame ignited at the tip of his cigarette, and the light from the lighter shone on Little Ma's face.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the firelight, Little Ma tilted his head in confusion.

A strange figure appeared in front of him. Little Ma was a little confused, but he still lit a cigarette and took a deep drag: "Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

"Want one?" Although he didn't know Jiang Lai, Brother Ma still poured out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Lai.

"Okay!" Jiang Lai took the cigarette from Brother Ma, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep drag, the smoke escaping from between his lips and fingers.

Jiang Lai casually leaned against Little Ma's side without saying a word, and the two of them quietly watched Victoria Harbour under the night sky.

A moment later, Brother Ma looked up at the dark night sky. His eyes were numb, covered in wounds. It seemed that all joy, anger, sorrow and happiness no longer existed for him, and his heart was like a desolate wasteland.

Hey!

Jiang Lai looked at Brother Ma and sighed.

"After all, how many people actually catch the deer, unaware that they dream of being fish all day long!" Jiang Lai broke the silence of the night and the oppressive atmosphere, uttering a line of poetry that Little Ma couldn't understand.

When Little Ma heard Jiang Lai's voice, he looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"In this world, how many people can truly get what they want?" Jiang Lai explained to Xiao Ma Ge what he meant.

Jiang Lai was speaking to Brother Ma, but he was also speaking to himself.

"Who...who are you?" Jiang Lai's appearance, along with his aloof and unconventional demeanor, piqued Little Ma's curiosity.

"My name is Jiang Lai!" Jiang Lai said calmly, staring at the hazy night sky as he spoke.

"Jiang Lai?" Upon hearing Jiang Lai's words, Brother Ma's eyes narrowed, and he became slightly wary.

Jiang Lai nodded gently, signaling him not to be nervous.

Nowadays in Hong Kong, it's estimated that almost everyone knows Jiang Lai's name.

"No regrets?" Jiang Lai asked, patting Ma Ge's leg, which was strapped with a brace, under Ma Ge's surprised gaze.

Brother Ma lowered his head, looking at Jiang Lai's hand with a somewhat complicated expression, but still gently shook his head.

"Do you hate him?" Jiang Lai looked in the direction Song Zihao had left and continued to ask.

“I have never hated him, not before, and not now,” Little Ma replied frankly, knowing who Jiang was referring to.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath, patted Little Ma on the shoulder, and nodded approvingly.

"Do you want to take back everything that belongs to you?" Jiang Lai stared at Little Ma, his tone slightly solemn.

Little Ma raised his eyelids slightly, sized up Jiang Lai, and then looked into the distance: "I want to, I dream about it!"

After saying that, Brother Ma lay down, put his hand under his head, stared at the night sky, and a look of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll help you!” Jiang Lai also looked up at the night sky, where the stars were dazzling yet incredibly deep.

Upon hearing Jiang Lai's words, Brother Ma suddenly sat up, raised his head, and stared intently at Jiang Lai with his piercing eyes.

Jiang Lai didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly. His eyes were deep, like the starry sky, full of mystery.

Chapter 122 Trench Coat

"Why do you want to help me?" Little Ma looked at Jiang Lai with some suspicion. He could tell that Jiang Lai was serious.

Little Ma didn't know why Jiang Lai wanted to help him.

Jiang Lai turned his head and looked at Brother Ma.

Little Ma met Jiang Lai's gaze, then subconsciously looked at his legs, his expression somewhat dejected; he was now a cripple.

Jiang Lai didn't answer Xiao Ma's question immediately. Instead, he looked at Xiao Ma, whose face was bruised and swollen, and imagined a similar figure in his mind.

"There aren't many people like you anymore," Jiang Lai said with a touch of emotion.

After Song Zihao's incident, Ma Ge went to Taiwan alone, only to be beaten and crippled.

How many people are still willing to risk everything for loyalty and friendship?

"What's the use!" Forcing a smile, Little Ma looked up in the direction Song Zihao had left, then lowered his head again, speaking with a hint of disappointment.

A sea breeze blew by, carrying a hint of chill. Little Ma pulled his collar tighter, crossed his arms, twirled a cigarette between his fingers, and took a deep drag.

"Where's your old trench coat?" Jiang Lai asked.

"Hmm?" Hearing Jiang Lai's words, Brother Ma subconsciously glanced at his clothes.

He wore a worn-out dark blue trench coat over a white shirt.

"It's good enough to have something to wear!" Little Ma gave a wry smile, shook his head gently, and his tone was full of melancholy and disappointment.

Little Ma thought of himself three years ago, and subconsciously touched the gauze at the corner of his eye, exhaling a puff of smoke that drifted freely in the air.

"Come with me!" Jiang Lai said calmly.

He admired Mark Gor not only for his loyalty and righteousness, but also for his courage, sense of responsibility, and forbearance—qualities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Hmm?" Little Ma's pupils dilated slightly as he looked at Jiang Lai seriously. Then he gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and said, "You don't need another piece of trash!"

After speaking, Brother Ma's mood became somewhat low. He no longer looked directly at Jiang Lai, but stared at Hong Kong Island under the night sky, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"Are you a piece of trash?" Jiang Laiye asked, looking at the hazy night view.

"Look at me, don't I look like a good-for-nothing?" Little Ma pointed to his own appearance.

“It looks like it!” Jiang Lai nodded first, then shook his head: “It doesn’t look like it either.”

"Huh?" Little Ma looked at Jiang Lai with some confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"I have always believed that a person is composed of two parts: the body and the soul!"

"What's a little physical injury?"

Jiang Lai turned his head and looked at Brother Ma.