The days of hiding are boring. In the first few days, all I did every day was lying in bed and dazed.

At the beginning, I missed my family very much... I miss Yan Di, my three bad friends, Fang Nan... and even a little money fan.

Because I was covered with wounds and could not touch water, I couldn't take a shower for many days, and I felt a very strange smell. The fat man took good care of me and would wipe my body with a wet towel, but I quickly declined his "good intention".

His strength is too great, and it is not serious. Sometimes it hurts my wounds.

And at this time, I miss the little money fans...

After all, Amei is a professional nursing care. When she was injured last time, Xiaocai fans often helped me wipe my body, but her movements were meticulous, thoughtful and gentle, and she almost didn't hurt me at all.

The fat man talks and laughs with me every day, and there is never any worry on his face, as if it doesn't matter if the sky falls.

He would go out every few days to buy some necessities of life.

Every day I sit in the room and don’t go out, and I don’t know what’s going on outside. There is no TV or newspaper here. I even forget what day it is today, or what day of the week it is.

I only remember that the fat man went out every seven or eight days, and when he went out three times, my injuries were almost healed.

When the scars on my body are almost healing, it is actually the most difficult time for me... People who have never been injured cannot understand...

The biggest problem I face is: itchy!

There were more than a dozen scars all over the body, and the blade had almost healed 80% or more. The scar on the outside was almost falling off, but it was still stuck to the skin a little...

Almost all the time, I felt the wounds all over my body as if countless ants were crawling around!!!

But at this time, you can't grab it with your hands, because the wound is not completely healed after all. Once it is scratched, it will be a big trouble again!

If it was just a scar, I gritted my teeth and endured it, but more than a dozen parts of my body were so itchy... I even felt that this taste was harder than when I was stabbed!

The fat man looked at me struggling every day when he was struggling with me, and he looked funny.

In fact, he was also very bored. The two old men were stuck in the house every day and didn't go out. At the beginning, they could chat about something. But after a long time, they had finished talking about more topics.

But I felt like I was living day by day. I survived it little by little from that blow.

I occasionally smiled sincerely on my face. Whenever I was about to start over, the fat man would look at me deeply.

I know that there is meaning in that look, but I won't just say it.

Sometimes the fat man would take out a wooden board in the room, then draw a round dam and hang it on the wall of the yard. Then he would hold two kitchen knives, one big and one small in the kitchen, and stand at the door of the room, about seven or eight meters away, and throw the flying knives to play with it bored.

His accurate head is very scary!! After a long time, the center of the wooden handle was almost shot out by a kitchen knife, and there was no scar on the wooden board on the surrounding front!

I vaguely remembered a screwdriver that the fat man threw out when he saved me that day and shot through the palm of the boy who shot me with a gun.

I finally can move, and the bandages on my body have been removed. The wounds inside have basically healed, and the skin on the scars is tender and red, and the color difference is obvious from other places.

After lying and sitting for nearly twenty days, I felt that my whole body was rusting. The first thing I did was to move in the yard, carefully move away a few stools in the yard and the debris on the ground, then took off my shirt and did a hundred push-ups in the yard in one breath. Then I twisted my waist and kicked my legs, and moved my muscles and bones.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, raised his hand to illuminate the posture of slamming the fist, then hugged his knees and twisted his waist and cut the stride, overturned the car, overturned the car... After punching all the way, he felt his body getting hot from the inside out.

The more I beat the yard, the more energetic I became. I beat the fist five or six times in one breath. Then I felt a little breathless.

After all, I was seriously injured and recovered, and I have been a little lazy in recent years. I feel that my condition is not as good as when I was learning from my master.

The fat man stood silently at the door of the room without knowing when he leaned against the wall with his arms held back, watched me finish my last set of punches, and then smiled and clapped his hands, "Good punch!"

He slowly walked over and patted me on the shoulder: "Who did you learn this chop fist? It's so hot." I took a breath and wiped my sweat: "I learned it as a master when I was a child."

The fat man nodded without saying anything, and then suddenly said slowly: "Tell you that Master Chuhang Fist is a master... Hehe, now there are fewer martial arts people nowadays! Most of them are just scheming."

I shook my head: "I feel that I have retreated too much... I have been having too long for a comfortable life, and my kung fu has been put down."

The fat man nodded: "It's good that you have a sense of crisis. Okay, I'll have a meal later, you can prepare it."

I looked at myself sweating and laughed: "Mom, I want to take a shower first. I haven't taken a shower for more than 20 days. I feel like there is a strange smell in the room!"

The fat man looked at the smile on my face, with a hint of comfort in his eyes, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of. I haven't smelled any smell when squatting on the battlefield back then..."

I finally took a shower happily and almost rubbed off a layer of skin on my body. After washing, I felt like I had been a little lighter.

In the evening, the fat man actually prepared a table of food, four dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, and also made a bottle of wine.

I was a little surprised. The fat man was already sitting at the table. His expression was a little serious. He looked at me: "Sit down, I have something to say to you."

I glanced at him, and saw that the fat man looked serious and nodded and sat opposite him.

The fat man poured me a glass of wine first. Then he raised his glass: "It's done!"

I didn't say anything, so I touched him a glass and drank it in one sip.

This wine was obviously bought in a small shop near the village. The inferior white wine is very spicy and has a bit strange taste, but it is strong enough!

The fat man drank calmly and fucked me three times in one breath. Then he put down his glass and looked at me and said, "When I go out today, I'll check out the news outside."

"Yeah." I nodded, responded, and waited for the fat man to say.

"The matter has been finished this time. Ye Huan did a clean floor. He found two corpses of a man and a woman to hand over. His boss asked someone to chop the corpse and feed the dog... Hey! Now the pursuit order on the road facing you outside has been taken back."

"Yeah." I still had no expression.

"When Ye Huan talks about this matter, Ye Huan has gained benefits. He was not in a good situation these days, but something happened to the boss's son in Nanjing. The unlucky guy Zhou Jing is that guy. Now Zhou Jing has fallen. If it weren't for his support, he would probably not be able to escape this time. But if we don't talk about him, he has fallen. Now Ye Huan is back in charge of the business... kid..." He looked up at me with a strange expression on his face: "To be honest, by mistake, you helped Ye Huan once. He regained his lost territory and took office again."

"Yeah." I still didn't speak.

"It's quiet outside now. But your troubles have not been solved." The fat man looked at me: "Ye Huan won't let you go... because he handed over the person. If someone found out that you were not dead, then he's finished! Now there's no room for turning back! So from any angle, he won't let you go...at least you have to find a way to prevent you from appearing again! So..."

"Tell me, I'll listen." I sighed: "Brother Huan... what do he want?" When I mentioned the word "Brother Huan", I felt a thrust in my heart...

"So you have to leave!" The fat man's tone was not in any mood at all, and said lightly: "You can't go home, you go back. Ye Huan will definitely find a way to kill you. Your only advantage now is: Ye Huan dare not use the power in their organization to mess with you blatantly, because he is also afraid that others will know. 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 was a bit complicated: "I know you really want to go home... But now you can't go back! You have to leave, leave! If you go back and Ye Huan finds you, you will be dead! Jinhe lets you go once. But seeing you again next time may not be!"

"What should I do?" I smiled bitterly.

"I'll give you two ways." The fat man looked at me calmly: "First, go to the northwest. Or go to Sichuan. Anyway, find a small place, a small county town, and find a small job, and spend your whole life shrunk. As long as you are not discovered by Ye Huan and escape from Ye Huan's sight, you are safe! But you must be honest all your life and never cause trouble! Even if you encounter anything in the future, you must be careful to be a person, be tolerant when encountering things, and cannot stand up. Even if you are given the opportunity to make you develop, you cannot do it! Be a peaceful citizen of the lowest class for the rest of your life!"

The muscles on my face twitched for a moment, and said blankly, "What about the second way?"

The fat man was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed, his smile felt helpless: "Actually, I really don't want you to take the second path..."

He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then stared at me: "The second way, I will send you abroad! Let you join a friend in my place... In the future, you will follow him and make a name for yourself outside, and make a way out! Wait until you have money and power... no one can touch you!"

Speaking of this, he slowly took out a gun from under the table and put it on the table with a snap: "If you walk on this road, you won't be able to turn back!" He looked at me and sneered: "In the future, no one can believe, no one can believe! The only thing you can believe is this guy in your hand!"

He slowly pushed the gun in front of me...
Chapter completed!