Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Yuan Jun stood there in a daze for a long time, unwilling to believe the facts before his eyes. Zhong Yuemin walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Don't forget what you just said. Go to the park and pull out an identical one."

Yuan Jun turned around, came to Wu Yang, and looked at his right leg.

"That's the fucking Shaolin Diamond Kick, right? It's so fucking awesome, Xiaoyang. Just treat what I just said as bullshit and don't take it to heart. So, teach me. Is there a quick tutorial? It'll only take a week. If I learn this kick, I'll be able to walk around the city with complete confidence. I'll see who dares to challenge me. I'll kick him in the face and teach him a lesson."

"Okay, you're buying cabbage from a supply and marketing cooperative, and you're also taking a quick tutorial!"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Didn't you hear what Xiaoyang said just now? He's been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child. He said that a minute on stage is the result of ten years of hard work off stage. This stuff is all acquired through perseverance, blood and sweat. You'd better compensate me with this elm tree first. A man of honor, once he speaks, he can't take it back."

"Yuemin, why are you so anxious? It's just a tree. I'll get you a big one tomorrow."

After dinner, Wu Yang took breakfast to the hospital. Zhong Yuemin also went out and went to the director's house first to tell him the matter. Wu San and Wu Yang were farmers from the suburbs of Beijing. They were not outsiders, poor farmers, and their identities were innocent. He said that they were distant relatives of his family. Their family members were sick and needed to stay in the hospital for a while. In addition, he had sent fish to the director's house many times during this period. Wang Zhanying agreed and did not make trouble. He left the compound, went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some gifts, and then went to Li Kuiyong's house.

In the hospital ward, Wu San and Lin Guixiang saw the breakfast their son brought over: millet porridge, eggs, and the leftover meat buns from yesterday. They were hot and very appetizing.

Wu San frowned and said:

"Xiaoyang, what did Dad tell you last night? Don't waste your brother Zhong's money anymore. Why are you so disobedient?"

Wu Yang said aggrievedly:

"Dad, I... I told Brother Zhong, but he wouldn't let me. I refused to eat, and he wasn't happy. He said Mom needed more nutrition to recover quickly, and he even said he'd make crucian carp and tofu soup for lunch."

"Yuemin, this kid..."

Wu San's heart was filled with gratitude. This was the best thing a biological son could do.

"Mother, eat. Yuemin is a kind and filial child. We can't let him down."

Pass a bowl of rice porridge over,

Lin Guixiang took it and said, "Xiaoyang, have you eaten? Let's eat together."

"Mom, I've eaten." He touched his belly and said, "Look at my belly, it's bulging. I've never been so full before."

Fearing his father's scolding, he explained:

"Dad, it was Brother Zhong who asked me to eat it. I refused, but he poured it into my bowl."

Wu San Dao:

"Xiaoyang, you will live in your brother Zhong's house in the future. You must work harder. We can't repay your brother Zhong now, so we will do what we can."

"Got it, Dad!"

"I'll bring over the wooden stakes and stone locks from my house. Yuemin's yard is big, so it doesn't take up any space."

"Dad, what are you doing with these things?"

Wu San Dao:

"Since I'm Yuemin's master, even though my martial arts skills aren't very good, I must teach him everything I know. He's so sincere, I can't just deal with him casually. I have to teach him carefully."

Lin Guixiang nodded and handed over the meat buns.

"Eat it while it's hot. I have to rush home soon. Don't worry about me here. I took medicine last night and I feel much better."

"Hey, good!"

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Zhong Yuemin was walking in an alley. Li Kuiyong's home was in this alley. It had been many years since he last came here. There were too many branches in this alley, like a spider web, and he could not remember which way to go.

Zhong Yuemin is a child of an influential family, while Li Kuiyong is a child of ordinary people. There is a natural dividing line between the two sides, and they cannot play together. Birds of a feather flock together. It is not that one looks down on the other, but it may be that they are from different social classes. The two sides are simply not the same kind of people.

All roads lead to Rome!

People like Zhong Yuemin and Yuan Jun were actually born in Rome. Although their parents are now in Rome, they have all the necessary background, connections, and resources. They both joined the army later, and Yuan Jun became a military attaché with the rank of colonel stationed abroad. Although this was due to their own abilities and efforts, it would have been difficult for them to reach this point without their father's connections.

What about Zhong Yuemin in his previous life? He was even more of a gamer, living a carefree and unrestrained life. But don't forget that a very important prerequisite for being carefree and unrestrained is sufficient material support. His father was a vice-ministerial level official. Although he had great power, at least his salary and benefits were not bad. Zhong Yuemin was able to feed himself and his family, and he had no burden.

Li Kuiyong is completely different. His father, Li Shunfa, fled famine from Cangzhou and came to Beijing to make a living by pulling rickshaws. Later, when Beijing was liberated, people like him who were the purest poor were the most glorious. In the mid-50s, he became a regular rickshaw driver and was paid 56 yuan. This salary was not low and was higher than that of ordinary workers.

In the 50s, prices were very cheap, and it was not too difficult for one person to support a whole family. However, life became increasingly difficult, especially during the three difficult years. Even university professors could not get enough to eat, let alone Li Shunfa, who had made a fortune. So many mouths to feed at home depended on his income from pulling a cart. He did not dare to rest for a moment. Pulling a cart to carry people and goods was hard physical work, and he did not have enough to eat, and he often went hungry. In the long run, his body could not stand it. Just after the Spring Festival in 1965, Li Shunfa passed away from kidney failure, heart disease and other complications.

Li Kuiyong was only 14 years old that year. The pillar of the family was gone. His mother was from the countryside and could not read or write. Fortunately, the country had good policies. Seeing that their family was in difficulty, the street office arranged some small jobs for his family to do so that they could barely make ends meet. As the eldest son in the family, Li Kuiyong took on the responsibility of the family and took care of his younger brothers and sisters at a young age.

Later, he went to the remote northern Shaanxi province to work in the countryside, where he stayed for more than ten years. He returned to Beijing in 1979. He used his connections to find a taxi driver, married a country woman, and had a child. His life was stable, but it didn't last long. He got lung cancer in the late stage and had no money for treatment. After returning from the hospital, he just waited to die at home, ending his hurried life.

So silent, as if he had never been in this world.

Before his death, Zhong Yuemin went to see him, and Li Kuiyong said:

"Yuemin, do you know what the first thought that came to my mind after I found out I had cancer?"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head.

Li Kuiyong sighed.

"I feel relieved. I can finally have a good sleep. I don't have to be so tired anymore. I have lived such a miserable life. Since I can remember, I have never had a full meal. I have never lived a good life for myself. Especially during those three difficult years, I was so hungry every day that my chest was sticking to my back. Stars were in my eyes. I still remember the feeling of being so hungry. It was so painful.

Later, the higher authorities called on educated youth to go to the countryside to work in the fields. As the eldest in the family, I naturally had to go. I ended up in the barren northern Shaanxi, in the poorest village. I worked tirelessly all year round, but didn't earn a penny and even owed the team food rations. In order to supplement the family income, I worked desperately. After finishing the work in the team, I went to work at the reservoir construction site, moving stones. I encountered a landslide and was buried under the rocks. I broke three ribs and vomited a basin of blood. I stayed in the hospital for a month, and my injuries were not fully healed, so I went again. No one forced me to do it, but I couldn't bear to be provided with three meals a day and a dollar a day salary.

I lived like this for four years. In 1974, I was lucky enough to get a job at the county telephone bureau, laying wires for people in the wild. It was a formal job with a monthly salary of more than 40 yuan, which was good, but I didn't dare to spend a penny. I kept reminding myself that I had younger brothers and sisters at home, so many mouths to feed. I was not living for myself. I only kept some living expenses for myself from the salary I earned every month, and mailed the rest back home. I could wear a set of work clothes for several years without changing them.

Yuemin, you know, during my time in the countryside, I met a girl, an educated youth from Xi'an. We were together for three years. It was true love. I really liked her and could give my life to her. But my family was so poor, and I was living in such a miserable state myself. How could I possibly give her happiness? Give her a stable home?

The night I left, we checked into a hotel and she insisted on giving her body to me. I'm not a saint. When a woman you love is so sincere to you and says she wants to give herself to you, but you are powerless to do anything, that feeling... you know, it's really heartbreaking, worse than death, but I know that I really can't give her happiness. If I take her, I will hurt her again. I can't let her suffer.

That night, we just hugged each other naked all night and did nothing. Later, I returned to Beijing, got married and had children, but I still can't forget her. She is the only woman I, Li Kuiyong, have ever loved in my life. My current wife can only be said to be mediocre. Not only is she ugly, but she is also not very smart and is basically illiterate. Of course, I am not much better. No one should look down on anyone. We are all the same. For someone like me, I should be thankful to marry a wife.

Yuemin, this is how my life has ended. When people are about to die, they see a lot of things clearly. It's very insightful. What's that saying? Like father, like son, like daughter. Like son, like daughter. Like son, like mouse. From birth, people are divided into different classes. It's really like that. Take me for example. When I was young, I was quite cocky, jumping around and making a fuss. It looked so cheerful, but in reality, I was just messing around, self-righteous, thinking I was so great and capable. But I couldn't get out of my own circle. I just followed in my father's footsteps. My son is the same. He's just like me in my youth. I can even see what he'll be like when he's old.

However, Yuemin, I do not regret my life. If I could live it over again, I would still take on the responsibility of this family and take good care of my mother, my brothers and sisters. This is what my father entrusted to me, and it is also my responsibility as the eldest brother. I must carry this family. Maybe this is my fate.

Yuemin, it's worth it to have a good brother like you in this life. I hope that after I'm gone, you can come to my grave more often to see me and talk to me. I will be satisfied."

This is Li Kuiyong's life of suffering, poverty, helplessness, and unwillingness...an ordinary and dull life, without any earth-shaking motivation or passion. He is just one of the countless people in the world. His birth and his departure are like a stone thrown into the depths of the sea. Not a ripple will be caused, and it will never be noticed by anyone.

All of them were cynical and carefree. Yuan Jun eventually became a colonel, Zheng Tong became a university professor, Zhang Haiyang became the captain of the criminal police team, and Li Yuanchao became the head of a state-owned enterprise.

And what about those people at the bottom of society?

For example, Li Kuiyong fought desperately but ultimately failed to escape from this circle; Wu Mantun, from a poor family, regarded the army as the center of all his hopes and ultimately became a martyr; and the little bastard, who single-handedly challenged all the stubborn leaders in the city of Sijiu, ultimately died tragically under a hail of swords.

You will find that there is an obvious difference between the upper and lower classes, that is, their backgrounds, relationships, and resources are completely different. To put it bluntly, they have a good father. Of course, this is not to mock or ridicule the injustice of this society. The status of the fathers of people like Yuemin and Yuanjun was earned by fighting for their lives. They were also born in the mud. They shed so much blood and suffered so many injuries. This is what they deserve.

Now let’s just talk about the facts. The environment a person lives in, the resources and relationships that his family can provide him, etc., can be said to play a decisive role in his future life path.

A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and bad luck only finds the suffering people. In fact, it is not like that. Bad luck is not selective, and it may happen to everyone. The only difference is that when it falls on the upper class, they will use money, relationships, resources, etc. to solve the "bad luck" or minimize the loss as much as possible, because they have the ability to do so. If it falls on the lower class, their ability to resist risks is too low, just like an egg, and bad luck is like a stone. If it falls from the sky and hits it, it will only break.

That's it!

For the poor, there are too few options and too many responsibilities to bear, which leave them no chance to turn things around. If misfortune strikes again, they will only sink deeper and deeper and eventually be drowned in the quagmire of life.