The rain stopped, and curled up on the banks of the Luoshui River, I was still shivering, but I was finally much calmer.

　　Deadbeat dad said not to cry over broken eggs, because it's useless.

　　It's a dead end anyway.

　　What should a man do before he dies?

　　I'm going to have a nice quickie, old me!

　　Standing up, to the heavens, I gesticulated and cursed a series of expletives, fastened my pants, and began to hatefully masturbate.

　　First of all, I want to rob money, go to the drunken wind building to eat a big shark's fin soup, then I want to kill people, Luoyang city's gang leader white-eyed wolf once hit me a few slaps, I want to take revenge! In addition, I'm still a virgin. When I wake up in the morning, my pants are often wet. I want to make up for this, Yichunyuan is good, and Yihonglou is barely passable, the girls there have quite delicate skin.

　　I am dying, but I want to get my old money back! I seem to see the white-eyed wolf kneeling down at my feet, crying and begging for mercy, and I seem to see the flower girl of Yichun Yard wearing a mandarin duck's bellyband, white and tender, groping me on one side, and laughing one after another in a prodigal manner.

　　Thinking about it, I leaned against the riverbank and fell asleep.

　　A night of nightmares.

　　When I got up the next day, I was in a muddle and rushed to the Lion's Bridge in the center of the city as usual. Every morning, a rich man gave out congee there, and even though the congee was so thin that you could see people's shadows, there was still a long line of beggars.

　　When Dad was alive, he was determined not to drink the relief porridge, saying that a gentleman does not eat food handed out in contempt, and as a result he starved to death. Hey, not for five buckets of rice waist of the dad, if you know I now this behavior, I think it will be angry fried lungs.

　　After selling the house and buying a coffin for Dad's funeral, I had nothing left.

　　Standing in the lion bridge, I looked at the first, full of vegetables beggars, feel a little ridiculous, but also a little sad.

　　I knew I was one of them.

　　We were like wild dogs, snatching bones without meat.

　　Luoyang was a very prosperous and beautiful big city, but it never belonged to us.

　　"Second brother, you're here too! Where did you run off to yesterday? Your share of the money, the boss kept it for you." Li Jiejie, with his hands protecting a broken porcelain bowl, struggled to push his way out of the crowd, tilted his head up, and drank the porridge "with a splash".

　　I looked at him, did not say anything.

　　Li Jiejie wiped his mouth, dragging a long snot: "You are still not fast to go to get porridge? If you're late, it'll be gone." After saying that he squeezed towards the big iron pot again.

　　"I don't want congee, old me I want meat!" I shouted and turned my head to run.

　　Before I die, I can't be like a wild dog anymore!

　　Soon, I found a rusty wood knife, carried it, and first dawned on a guy with a big belly and wearing silk on the street, then quietly followed him, wanting to find a secluded place to rob again.

　　Did not go far, I was found by him.

　　"Little yakuza, what do you want to do by following me?" He turned back and slapped me, causing me to get gold stars and my wood knife to fly out.

　　Holy shit! I'm too skinny to rob, let alone kill that big, white-eyed wolf. Forget it, I'll let you off the hook for pity's sake.

　　Robbery does not work, I simply strut to the drunken wind building, ready to eat a king's dinner. Just walked into the door of the store, was the shopkeeper kicked out.

　　"There are no leftovers here!" He said ferociously, turned his face, smiled apologetically and bent over, introducing a guest in flashy attire to the door.

　　I stood in the center of the street, wanting to cry. O thieving God! Are you still refusing to let me have a good time before you die?

　　A gorgeous carriage slowly drove past me.

　　"Huh?" The carriage suddenly stopped, the thick velvet windows were pulled open, and in the dimly lit carriage, someone looked deeply at me.

　　The daylight was scorching hot, but I couldn't help but shiver. It was a pair of demonic eyes, sinister, icy, with dark red pupils, like they were trying to choose someone.

　　"How old are you?" This person suddenly asked me, his voice like a hissing and twisting rattlesnake.

　　"Sixteen." I answered in a low voice, not wanting to tell him, but a little scared inside. Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, this is the principle of my survival.

　　"What's the birth date?" He tightly pressed the question, hearing my answer, his pupils fiercely brightened, shooting out a weird red light.

　　I didn't feel quite right and wanted to slip away, but on second thought, what's a dying man to be afraid of? I stood up my chest and locked eyes with him.

　　Laozi is not afraid of either soft or hard today!

　　"You're about to die, you know that?" He coldly said, "Your Yin Tang is dark, and the obscure lines go straight into both eyebrows, it's very bad!"

　　I almost didn't fucking pass out when I was hit in the head. This guy actually saw it too, I'm in trouble!

　　I stammered, "Can ...... you save ...... save me? Is there a way?"

　　"Get in the car." He pushed open the door of the car, the dense wrinkles on his face, like a demonic chrysanthemum blooming toward me.

　　The carriage was airtight, the carriage slowly drove forward, I couldn't figure out how to steer the carriage since it didn't have a driver on it.

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　　It seems the other party really is a bit spooky.

　　"You can call me Wuka."

　　"Wuka?"

　　What a strange name, doesn't seem like us Han Chinese. I surveyed him from the corner of my eye, Wuka was very old, so old that I couldn't tell how old he was, but his hair was black and oily, and it hung down so long that it covered both cheeks.

　　He didn't look like a hu-man either, or rather, he didn't look like a person.

　　The sound of the wheels rolling was monotonous and boring.

　　Wuka asked me many questions, and when I told him of Master Gaya's death, he suddenly smiled wryly, stared at me, and muttered to himself, "Surely a born psychic, found it, found it at last."

　　"Am I saved?" I asked him, there's no such thing as a free lunch in the world, this ghostly guy might want me to do something for him, no problem, no matter if it's eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and committing crimes, as long as he can keep me alive.

　　A skinny dead camel is no match for a living ant.

　　Wuka said quietly, "As long as you listen to me and do what I say, you'll live."

　　To be honest, I don't really trust this guy, Master Gaya's prophecies aren't the faces of the girls in the green houses that change at the drop of a hat. However, he was my poor lifesaver, even if he couldn't save me, I could still make a buck before I die.

　　"No problem, I'll listen to you. Now that I'm hungry, I'm going to Drunken Wind House!"

　　"There's not much time left, there's a restaurant in front of us, we'll leave the city immediately after eating."

　　I froze, "We're leaving Luoyang?"

　　Wuka said morosely, "Do you want to wait here slowly to die?"

　　Day his grandmother, I still want to cheat some money to break my virginity. But it doesn't matter, one step at a time, there's still a chance in the future, I comforted myself that breaking my virginity is precious, but the price of life is higher.

　　In the Dongguan street corner of the restaurant, I loosened the belt of my pants, eat and drink a meal, soy sauce beef, crispy duck, hibiscus chicken slices, sweet and sour pork ribs, oil popping shrimp, triple-fresh carp soup, have been eating to the throat, before leaving to wipe a mouth of oil, but also hold a jar of daughter red.

　　The feeling of burping after eating a full meal is so damn cool!

　　Licked my fingers, I walked towards the carriage with satisfaction, finally did not do a hungry ghost.

　　Twilight overflowing, gorgeous lights, the distant high-rise, singing and dancing, strings and music.

　　I was immediately satiated and my dick got hard.

　　"Come on." Wuka urged me stiffly.

　　I suddenly drifted off, I was about to leave Luoyang, the place where I had lived for sixteen years.

　　In fact, no matter where I went, it would be the same for me.

　　"Wait!" I shouted, "I have to go somewhere else!"

　　Wuka's gaze was sharp as fangs, "I don't have time to waste with you, don't play games with me."

　　I shivered, "I ...... I have to go. Otherwise, I ...... would rather die."

　　At this instant, I felt that Wuka was like a terrifying demonic beast, his long hair standing up at the roots. He stared at me for a long time and finally agreed. I breathed a sigh of relief, not that I was at home with death, but in my heart, I realized that the strange goods were available, and I must be very important to Wuka.

　　With me leading the way, the carriage stopped outside the garden walls.

　　Wuka glanced at me strangely as I stood under the large acacia tree, transfixed, then climbed to the top in one breath.

　　The garden was silent, with only the evening breeze blowing across the swing, swaying.

　　In the grass, summer insects chirped delicately.

　　Behind the garden of the boudoir, the window curtains are tightly closed, Miss Wang, what are you doing now?

　　The brothers in the gang all laughed at me for being a toad trying to eat swan meat. In fact, they don't know, when peeping at Miss Wang's house, my dick never buckled.

　　Although Miss Wang is handsome, white skin, breasts also bulging, but I peeped at her, not because of these, and not because three years ago a snowy dusk, she gave me a piece of silver.

　　I like to peek at her because she put the silver in my hand herself.

　　Her snow-white hand, my ebony hand.

　　She didn't mind that I was dirty.

　　The night wind is like a dream, the golden yellow acacia flowers are like fine bells, the fragrance is floating.

　　That piece of broken silver, I did not keep, very early spent. Because I know clearly, can keep the silver, can not keep something else.

　　Toads can't eat swan meat.

　　Miss Wang is like this gorgeous Luoyang City, far, far away from me.

　　All my life, I can only look through the wall, secretly, secretly.

　　To see her smile, to see her marry.

　　In this life, I can only be a scoundrel.

　　I don't know why, but I feel a little heartbroken.

　　The empty garden.

　　Miss Wang's laughter, like a dream.

　　Sixteen years in Luoyang, like a dream.

　　My teenager is like a dream.

　　"Day his grandmother!" I yelled, slapped my chest hard, slid down the tree, and took big steps toward the carriage.

　　Goodbye, Luoyang!

　　Goodbye, begging swindling thieving robbing gang!

　　Goodbye, deadbeat dad! I can't afford to burn incense on your grave anyway!

　　Twenty years later, I'll be a good man again!

　　In the glittering night, the horses' hooves clattered, and the carriage drove out of Luoyang City.

　　By the way, at the root of the city wall, I took a forceful piss and wrote crookedly with a brick, "Lin Fei came here."