Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Wu Shu left home in the morning before Wu Qing knocked on the door. He was now very eager to know what was going on at the Qingshan Club.

So I left home very early.

As he passed the alleyway, he spotted the dirty girl who had warned him to run the day before.

He was curled up in a corner of a cowshed, covered with straw.

She had several scratches on her face and was sleeping with her legs tightly hugged to her chest.

Wu Shu had already passed his opponent, but then, with a hostile expression, he took two steps back while cursing.

He gave the other person a light kick, and seeing them rubbing their sleepy eyes, he said irritably, "Where are your family?"

The girl stared blankly at Wu Shu, opened her mouth, and then shook her head with a gloomy expression.

"Did you eat a lot?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly!

Wu Shu grinned, "As long as you eat a lot, that's fine."

Every morning I'm being robbed at my door.

On his way home that night, he was extorted again at the alley entrance.

He'd had enough of this kind of life!

"Go take a shower, buy some clothes to change into, and you'll be my bodyguard from now on."

The girl subconsciously took the hundred yuan Wu Shu handed her, her eyes filled with confusion.

She didn't know what this seemingly fierce older brother wanted to do.

In contrast, Wu Shu's expression was much more interesting. Just thinking about having a henchman in the future...

He felt much better after beating up that snob, the third brother.

...

South of the city, at the intersection of four streets.

The young man stared blankly at the bicycle in front of him, only glancing at it twice.

They started by putting the bicycle tires into the basin of water.

They kept changing the position of the tires until bubbling bubbles rose from the water basin.

He then took out the glue and skillfully began to mend the wound.

After a while, the tire was repaired.

The young man encouraged himself while whispering, "Two cents."

The old man squeezed the tire, found it wasn't leaking air, chuckled twice, and then pretended to rummage through his pockets for a long time.

He then feigned embarrassment and said, "Oh dear, I was in such a rush today that I forgot to bring any money. Xiao Ding, I'll bring it to you tomorrow!"

Without waiting for the young man's reply, he pushed the bicycle, humming a little tune, and rode it on.

He hadn't ridden far when he stopped in front of a steamed bun shop. The owner saw that the other person's eyes were almost closed into slits from smiling.

He joked, "So happy? Did you take advantage of Xiao Ding again?"

The old man chuckled and said proudly, "I'm helping him reintegrate into society. He's someone who came out of a labor camp..."

"If it weren't for us neighbors helping him, could he even fix bicycles?"

"He wouldn't even get a chance to pick up manure!"

The steamed bun shop owner was clearly used to this kind of thing. He shook his head slightly and advised, "It's best not to bully them too much."

"It's not easy for an orphan and her mother, who also have to raise a younger brother."

"Who bullied him?! We already said we'd give it to him tomorrow, what, is he not going to live to see tomorrow?"

The old man scoffed in response.

Seeing that the other party was a bit embarrassed and angry, the shopkeeper didn't say anything more. After packing two buns for the other party, he held the bag of buns in his left hand and reached out his right hand to ask for money.

The old man grumbled and threw two cents on the table, then caught the steamed bun, kicked off his feet, and prepared to go to work.

I had only ridden for less than ten meters when I saw a smiling man carrying pastries walking casually toward the alley entrance.

The old man glanced at it and exclaimed, "Oh, Jingyuezhai's pastries! These aren't cheap; one piece costs three or four yuan."

He glanced down at the steamed bun again, and suddenly a wicked thought arose in his heart. He steered the car erratically and crashed into the other person.

But as the car approached the man, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he kicked up a brick!

It smashed straight at the old man!

The elderly man was frightened by the brick and quickly shook the handlebars! Eventually, he lost his balance...

The car, along with the steamed buns, crashed straight into an oncoming vehicle.

There was a loud bang!

The bicycle was crushed under the car tire, and the old man fainted with a head injury.

Seeing the other person's miserable state, the man's smile stretched almost to his ears. He gently blew the dust off the pastry box.

He then continued walking toward the car repair stall.

The young man sat on a small stool, his expression still blank, showing no interest in the people passing by. He suddenly felt the sunlight above him being blocked.

He didn't mind, continuing to repair the bicycle chain in his hands, mechanically uttering two words.

"We have to wait."

The man kicked the bicycle chain out of the other man's hand and said with a smile, "I won't wait."

The young man stared blankly at his empty hands, unable to recover for a long time, until the other person placed the pastry in his hands.

He suddenly looked up, and when he realized who it was, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Shu."

Wu Shu laughed heartily, ignoring the black oil from the chain on the other person's clothes, and stepped forward to give him a hug.

The young man wiped his hands, which were covered in black oil, on his trouser legs, repeating this seven or eight times, before hugging the other person without touching their back.

Wu Shu followed Ding Meng, carrying the pastries. They wandered around the alley for a long time before finally stopping in front of a house next to a toilet.

Ding Meng forced a look of apology onto his blank face and said to Wu Shu sheepishly, "It's simple."

Wu Shu chuckled, unconcerned, and pushed open the door. He frowned slightly as he watched the dust rise.

There was only one room and a kitchen with a thatched shed in the courtyard.

A faint cough could be heard inside, along with a child dressed in clearly adult clothing.

He was standing on a small stool, stirring the hot water in front of the iron pot.

Upon seeing the child, Ding Meng immediately took two quick steps, picked the child up, and looked at him reproachfully.

It's as if it's saying, "Don't stand so high, what if you fall in?"

The child looked timid, lowered his head, and explained softly, "Mommy wants some sweet soup..."

Wu Shu walked into the house expressionlessly and found that on the earthen bed inside,

Lying there was a woman with a gaunt face and a few strands of white hair hanging behind her ears, her face flushed red from a violent cough.

He didn't say anything, and turned to walk out.

"Same problem as my mother, carry her up and come with me to the hospital."

Upon hearing Wu Shu's words, Ding Meng's previously blank expression became hesitant.

It's not that he didn't want to go, it's just that his family didn't have the money.

The money he earns from repairing cars is only enough to cover his mother's basic needs with traditional Chinese medicine. A complete cure would require at least tens of thousands of yuan.

This was told to him by the doctor at the clinic on the next street.

Wu Shu kicked the other man, his expression unfriendly, and said, "Don't you understand?"

The kick wasn't heavy, but it stirred up some memories for Ding Meng, who nodded heavily.

Without hesitation, he pushed over an old, rusty bicycle.

He stopped at the door, ready to help his mother into the car.

He listened to whatever Brother Shu said; this was the most important thing in his memory.

Wu Shu didn't go in to help; instead, he squatted down and examined Ding Meng's younger brother.

The other person was looking at him with a resentful expression. He grinned.

He pinched the other's cheek and grinned, asking, "Did you eat a lot?"