Global Movie Emperor

"Bang...bang...bang..."

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a loud noise in the empty boxing gym. A tall and burly man kicked and swept the sandbag again and again. The intervals between each kick were very even and the force was amazing.

Now he was the only one left in the boxing gym, and the surroundings were dark. Only an incandescent lamp above his head was turned on. The brightness was not enough, but he could see his glistening sweat and the dust floating in the air.

After kicking out with his last leg, he took the yellowed white towel and wiped his forehead. He put on his gloves and started other exercises until he was completely trained and it was almost ten o'clock.

After wiping the floor with a mop and placing the other fitness equipment where they should be, he carried the bath basket into the bathroom, took off his clothes, turned on the shower head, and poured cold water on his muscular body.

I picked up the 50-cent bag of Head and Shoulders and wanted to tear it open, but my hands were a bit slippery and I couldn’t tear it open twice. In the end, I bit the bag and squeezed it on my head. I only used one bag to wash my hair. I rubbed the ointment all over my body, rinsed it off, changed into clean clothes, stuffed the old clothes full of sweaty smell into my schoolbag, opened the door of the boxing gym and locked it.

After walking not far, he caught up with the last bus that was about to leave. He sat on a single seat, holding his schoolbag, leaning his head on the car glass, looking out, and the scenery outside gradually became prosperous.

A little further away from where we got off the bus was a snack street, or a village in the city. Various snacks were sold on the street. There was a lot of traffic, but they didn't look wealthy.

He walked into the alley and opened the door of a self-built four-story building. It was very dark in the corridor. He climbed up to the third floor three steps at a time. There was a mute old lady living opposite the door. When he saw him, he said, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Twice.

He nodded to the old lady, took out the key and opened the door of his house. He walked in. The light in the living room was still on. His mother was sitting in the living room sewing cross-stitch, but her eyes were not very good. She took a mouthful of thread and squinted. Thread the needle carefully with your eyes open.

He took the needle and thread, threaded it in at once, handed it to his mother, took off his schoolbag and coat and threw them on the sofa, turned on the light in the kitchen, and brought the dishes on the stove to the dining table. There was something in the rice cooker. I filled a bowl with rice, went to the toilet to wash my hands, pulled out a stool, and ate silently with my back to my mother.

"Today...I saw Xiao He. I heard that he is working in a big company now and has found a girlfriend. She is very beautiful. They will get married by the end of the year."

Mother did her work quickly and kept her mouth busy. She muttered to Wang Zewen what happened today, but what she got in return was Wang Zewen's silence.

"Hey? Do you know where Xiao He works? It's only a few years ago. He has a car, a house, and a wife."

"have no idea."

Wang Zewen stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, put a chopstick into his mouth with shredded potatoes, chewed quickly, and swallowed the rice before answering his mother's words.

"I also asked if their company still needs people. I just don't know if they can hire you with your academic qualifications. I guess it's a no-brainer. Alas... It would have been better if you didn't learn boxing. Where are you? You can live a good life while working.”

His mother's words stung Wang Zewen a little. He paused with his chopsticks, and then threw the shredded potatoes into the bowl as if nothing had happened. This kind of cynicism had been going on for a long time, and he was used to it.

"Why don't you go check on your work these days instead of sitting idle at home? My monthly pension is only eight hundred yuan, which is not enough to feed you."

"I have a job."

"You have a job? You just clean the boxing gym? Who can do this job? I'm embarrassed to say it. You still earn so little. You only need two or three thousand for food a month. If I die, you What else can I live on?”

Her mother had made her words very clear, but Wang Zewen remained silent and refused to answer. This made her very angry. She put down her needle and thread, sat on the other side of the dining table, and looked up at him.

"Go to the boxing gym and resign tomorrow. Listen to me. No matter where you work, whether you push a cart to do a small business, or even work as a security guard, don't box anymore. Six years later, you can still see A way out?”

"It's possible."

"Boom! You can beat me! It's been six years. I haven't played a single game in six years. What else do I have to say? If you had any sense of shame, you should have gone to other jobs long ago."

Wang Zewen ate every last grain of rice in his rice bowl. As a pot-bellied man who did a lot of physical training every day, he would definitely not be full after one bowl of rice. He raised his head and glanced at his mother, ready to get up and fill another bowl.

"Sit down! You'll know how to eat in one day! I'll go to your second uncle's seafood stall to help out tomorrow. I told him to let you help and give you four thousand yuan a month."

"If I don't go, it will delay training."

He heard his mother's words and sat down, but the next moment he decisively rejected her mother's words, which made his mother very angry and angry.

"I have been boxing for you for twelve years, and I don't care about the money! Because you are my son, even if I pick up rags, I will not be reluctant to feed you! But it has been six years, and you have not fought in a single match. , you are twenty-six years old, do you still have a chance to play?"

"I have been boxing for twelve years. Since I was fourteen, can I let it go? I have also thought about quitting boxing and looking for other jobs, but I just keep thinking about it and can't forget it. , I gave you all the bonuses from the previous matches, but I guess it’s not enough, I will pay you back when you get into the match.”

Wang Zewen, who had been silent and didn't talk much, still couldn't remain silent. It was the first time he spoke so many words. Although his expression was calm, his firmness of belief could be seen in his eyes.

"Why are you so stubborn!"

"Because this is the life I am used to. This is the life I have chosen. I have insisted on it for so long. I don't want to change, and I have no ability to change. I have adapted to this kind of life. I want to change my way of living... I don't Habit."

He didn't plan to eat this meal, so he put down his chopsticks, stood up, put on his coat, slung his schoolbag behind him, pushed open the door, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out of the door, only looking at his back with a look on his face. Puzzled mother.

He may be what people call a rebellious son, a child who is constantly being advised by his mother. He is obviously ready to start a family and start a business at the age of twenty-six, but his income is still so low that he needs support from his mother.

But every day as soon as I open my eyes, I get up and go running, train for physical fitness, and work with sandbags and boxing gloves every day. This lifestyle has been maintained for twelve years. Do you want to change? At least it was hard for him.

"Awen, why are you going so late?"

He grew up in this urban village, and most of the people in the snack business here are his old neighbors. When he saw Wang Zewen, he said hello to him.

"go for a walk."

I hesitated for a while, felt my belly that was just three-thirds full, and took out a few seventy or eighty yuan from my pocket. After hesitating for a while, I walked into a hungry fly restaurant.

"Awen? Why are you here?"

The girl in simple clothes was delivering a box of beer to a group of drunken men. She quickly opened the carton, opened the beer, put the bottle cap into her apron pocket, stood up and saw Lu Ze, smiling. Brilliant said hello.

"Oh, I... I want to eat some rice. I just want a piece of dried tofu with hot pepper and a bowl of rice."

Wang Zewen likes this girl named Xing Qiuya. He fell in love with her at first sight when his family opened a small restaurant here several years ago. It's embarrassing to say that he is already twenty-six and is still a novice in love.

"Then wait a minute and make it right away, Dad, dried tofu with hot pepper! Awen wants to eat it!"

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiled at Wang Zewen, and shouted towards the kitchen, and the people inside also responded. After that, the two did not communicate because she had to take care of her two five-year-old brothers who were running around in the restaurant. and a three-year-old sister.

The food arrived quickly, and the portion was large. After all, they were all acquaintances. Wang Zewen devoured the meal, handed Xing Qiuya seventeen yuan, and then turned around and left.

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