Global Movie Emperor

"I want to buy it! Buy it for me!"

As soon as Wang Zewen got out of the car, he saw Xing Qiuya's younger brother and sister hugging her thighs and begging her to buy something. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to force them to do so.

She is actually very weak and introverted. When she leaves her little fly shop, her voice is not much louder than a mosquito. Her younger siblings always bully her because she is young, and she never scolds her younger siblings. Maybe she thinks This is what a sister should do.

Now the two children were holding her thighs and sitting on the ground if they couldn't help it. She was carrying two large cabbages and looking towards a store, looking very embarrassed. Passers-by looked at the three siblings, which made her blush fiercely.

"Um... do you need help?"

Wang Zewen walked over and asked softly. In fact, he mustered up a lot of courage and was not as relaxed as he appeared. His fingers were constantly picking at the calluses in his palms.

"Brother Wen... I'm going to buy some things. Can you help me check on my brothers and sisters? I'll be back soon."

"Okay, give me this dish. I'll help you carry it. You can go back as quickly as possible."

She looked around twice, and finally gritted her teeth and handed the dishes into Wang Zewen's hands, asking her younger siblings to listen to Wang Zewen's words, and then quickly ran away and entered a store across the street.

The two children are very naughty. Their parents and sister are very busy and have no time to take care of and educate them. Moreover, they are not old enough to go to kindergarten. They have been playing in their small store since they were young.

And places like urban villages are a mixed bag, with all kinds of people there. Most of them are people who come to work from other places, and their quality is not very high. These two children are at their strongest learning ability at this age, and they often come into contact with this group of people. , the character is not much better.

The younger brother looked up at Wang Zewen, raised his leg and kicked Wang Zewen. The soles of his shoes were full of mud, which rubbed against Wang Zewen's trouser legs. When the younger sister saw her older brother kicking Wang Zewen, she also kicked him.

Wang Zewen really wanted to take care of these two naughty children, but after all, they were Xing Qiuya's younger siblings, so he couldn't really beat them. He could only scold them, but it had no effect.

After kicking him, he didn't care anymore. One kick was a kick, and a hundred kicks were still a kick. Anyway, they were all dirty. The two children just rubbed the mud on his trouser legs. It didn't hurt or itch.

It wasn't until Xing Qiuya walked out of the store five minutes later with two toy guns that Wang Zewen breathed a sigh of relief. But when she saw Wang Zewen's trousers full of mud, could she still not know what was going on?

He ran over and scolded the two children, but the two little bastards were still laughing and disapproving.

"It's okay. I just came back from training and I have to wash my pants. Let me carry them back for you. The food is quite heavy. It's okay. Let's go."

Xing Qiuya was a little embarrassed at first, but finally agreed. She held the hands of the two children, while Wang Zewen walked beside her carrying two bags of vegetables weighing twenty kilograms each.

She seemed to have something in her mind, her face was a little red, and her head was getting lower and lower. Wang Zewen secretly glanced at her when nothing happened, and soon discovered her abnormality, and soon he became unnatural.

The old neighbors selling snacks joked after seeing it. Here, you can see boys who have become fathers at the age of eighteen, and girls who hold babies and breastfeed at the age of sixteen.

Xing Qiuya is six years younger than Wang Zewen, but after only nine years of compulsory education, she is still a young girl, which is considered rare here. As for Wang Zewen... let's not talk about it.

The neighbors' joking made the two of them walk faster and faster, until they arrived at the door of their store. Wang Zewen followed her and walked in. He put the dishes away and didn't know what to say. Xing Qiuya's mother was getting food for the guests. After seeing the two of them, his expression changed slightly, then returned to normal, and he greeted Wang Zewen warmly.

After Wang Zewen put the dishes in the kitchen, he said hello and was about to leave. When he just walked out of the restaurant, he heard Xing Qiuya calling him.

"Brother Wen... If the pants are not good enough, I will wash them for you."

She was a little hesitant, but she still said this. She was already in her twenties when she first fell in love. It was already autumn at this age, not to mention that Wang Zewen was not ugly and was very energetic. , very energetic, it is not unusual for such a man to be liked.

"No, I have to do laundry at night anyway. You can go do your work while I leave."

He strode away with a smile on his face and a lot of brisk steps. This is a good sign and a good start, isn't it?

The mute old lady on the third floor was still driven to the door by her daughter-in-law. She still said "Aba" after seeing Wang Zewen. Wang Zewen was a little happy today. He nodded to her and opened the door. His mother was still sitting on the sofa sewing. Cross Stitch glanced at Wang Zewen, got up and went to the kitchen to start heating rice for Wang Zewen.

Wang Zewen felt a little strange. His mother was a little unusual today. Usually he would eat cold dishes when he came back. Today, it was strange that his mother could warm them up for him.

The dishes were still the same. He filled the rice and sat on the table to eat slowly. His mother actually sat opposite him, watching him devouring the food with very kind eyes.

"Are you tired today?"

Wang Zewen raised his head and glanced at his mother, picked up a chopstick of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. He shook his head and thought of something. He stood up and took out a pair of shoes from his bag and placed them under her feet.

It's not that he doesn't have filial piety, but his financial strength doesn't allow him to show much filial piety. It's just that today is Mother's Day, and he should buy something for his mother. This pair of shoes is not expensive, and he has been saving for a long time.

My mother seemed very happy and tried it on, but she was a little reluctant to wear it. She looked down at the white sneakers from time to time, as if she was afraid that a thief would break into the house and steal the shoes in front of her.

When he was eating, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and was about to pick them up and go to the kitchen to clean them, but his mother beat him to it. She slowly walked into the kitchen with the bowl in hand. Wang Zewen looked at his mother's back for a long time, and the oil on the corner of his mouth was showing. He didn't think about wiping it when it was exposed. Instead, he lowered his head, pulled out a piece of toilet paper, and wiped his nose.

...

In the conference room of the boxing gym, the owner of the boxing gym and the coaches were sitting in the conference room. As the most qualified and oldest coach, Lao Song put his cigarette into the ashtray and put it out, and threw the information on the table.

The boss frowned and looked at the information in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Then let's make a tentative decision, two people in the featherweight class, one person in the lightweight class, two people in the welterweight class, two people in the middleweight class, and the weight I'm a senior, please report it to the police."

Ten months later, a national MMA competition will be held in China. As a very famous boxing gym in the country, they can send one or two people from each weight class directly to the preliminary rounds, and the champion of each weight class can win With a prize of one million yuan, the name of this game is "Octagonal Iron Cage Championship".

The other coaches had no objections. After they dispersed, the boxing gym began to operate rapidly. Every boxer who had been declared began to prepare for a fight, conducting completely closed training.

Wang Zewen also had some thoughts in his mind. He was eligible to sign up. He was banned from the league for three years. In fact, he could have competed long ago. However, the boxing gym did not dare to use him now and did not renew the boxer contract. That’s all.

He looked at Coach Song, who was watching the boxers training, and finally couldn't help but walked over. He wanted to fight, but he was the only one in the boxing gym's cruiserweight class. He felt that if he was more sincere, the coach might not be able to do it. Enrolling him will give the boxing gym an honor after all.

"Song Jiao."

"What's up."

Lao Song gave him an indifferent look, which made it difficult for Wang Zewen to speak out. After the two of them were frozen for a few seconds, Wang Zewen spoke.

"I heard that there is no one in the cruiserweight boxing competition. I want to participate. It happened six years ago... I'm sorry."

This is not the first time that Wang Zewen has apologized for participating in a fight. Each time his attitude was sincere, but it cost the boxing gym a lot of money, which made it difficult for the boxing gym to trust him again, even if it trained him well. The same goes for Coach Song.

"Are you participating? Why? Are you studying MMA? Even if I sign you up, why don't you go out and have a fight? Then beat down a dozen people by yourself?"

"I have also studied judo and wrestling before, and I think I can bring honor to the boxing gym..."

"Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Firstly, you can't beat me because of the distance between you. Secondly, I have given up on you a long time ago. You stay in the boxing gym and won't leave. I turn a blind eye, but You don’t have to think about it, just do whatever you need to do.”

Coach Song rejected Wang Zewen without hesitation. He was disappointed and also very angry. He wasted six years because of the mistakes he made when he was young and frivolous. He was trying to make up for what he had done back then, but why no one wanted to do it again? Do you believe him once?

"Jiao Song, I really know that I..."

"That's enough! It's useless no matter how much you say. Do you think you can impress me if you train every day? You were so proud when you yelled at me and said you were willing to take the responsibility! I know you can't do it even if you train a little bit. It’s not that you can’t compete, but I won’t even consider you! Do you know why? Because you don’t deserve it! Did you hear that? You don’t deserve it!”

Wang Zewen looked at Coach Song, unable to express his anger at all, and his whole body was cold.

In fact, what people fear most is not that you do something wrong, nor that you never look back after doing something wrong. What they fear most is that you constantly want to make up for it. After doing a bad thing, you continue to do good things, but you are still mentioned.

he! What have you ever done...

You try to make amends with all your heart, but others always remember the mistakes you have made and forget the process of making amends.

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