my fake watch

Chapter 1 Teleportation to Shaolin Temple
"The boss ran away! We smashed the built house, double-click if you like to see, 666!"

Mobile phone in hand, dusty migrant workers in camouflage uniforms are filming co-workers smashing walls to protest their bosses running away with money.

After working so hard for such a long time, I didn't even get a dollar in my hand. The crowd was excited, and there were people doing everything, but a figure quietly left in the crowd.

bell bell!

"Hey Dad! Don't worry, the boss is very kind. He added more than 100 yuan when he knew our family's situation, hehe! Don't worry, I will go to the station to take a bus to see you in a while. Dad, you and mom must trust your son and promise to take care of your son. Medical expenses are earned."

After the call, the phone turned off the screen and stuffed it into the pocket.

His name is Li Xuejian. He originally had a happy family. He just entered a junior college this year. A phone call just after the military training ended made this man who had been dawdling away from studying completely deviate from his original life trajectory.

My father was infected with a rare virus and was assigned to an isolation ward, so my mother had to give up her job to be with him. The daily expenses were astronomical. Although she bought medical insurance and sold the house, she could last for a while. But going on like this is not a long-term solution.

The huge pressure forced this previously carefree man to grow rapidly. He went through the formalities of dropping out of school and rushed to work on a construction site. He had never worked before. His hands were so white that they could be regarded as a woman's hands, but they became rough because of the dirty work. , the whole person is black and more reliable.

Originally the school wanted him to stay, and organized donations and caring people to help, but the young and energetic Li Xuejian politely refused, believing that his family could be bettered with his own efforts.

But now reality slapped him hard. His boss ran away and his money was gone. Thinking of his father who was lying in the hospital bed and had lost all his hair due to chemotherapy, Li Xuejian's mood had never been so sad and heavy.

He found a barbecue stall at random, and after choosing it, Li Xuejian shouted: "That's all for trouble, and bring me a dozen bottles of Tsingtao beer."

"Okay! Sit down first!" The female vendor of the barbecue stall said casually, flipping all kinds of barbecue in her hand.

After a while, the barbecue was ready. Li Xuejian picked it up and started eating. He even drank five bottles of wine in one go. He can only be described as a pauper now. He decided to do this to vent his anger.

"Why? I've worked so hard, you fucking boss, you wicked bastard, nothing happened to you, my dad is still lying in the hospital!"

Li Xuejian's face was flushed, he was clearly drunk, and after scolding, he stood up staggeringly on the pony, took out money to the female dealer, and then walked towards the dilapidated dormitory on his construction site.

At night, under the light of rows of street lamps, Li Xuejian barely knew the way, his mind was dizzy, as if he was dreaming, and suddenly felt his feet were hard, and then a person came to hold him.

"Young man! You must have drunk too much. I can tell you that you stepped on the watch on my stall. This is the famous brand Rolex." The uncle was dressed in stall clothes, holding a tattered fan in one hand, and Li Zhao in the other. I'll take your face.

"Rolex? I've only heard of Rolex, not Rolex. It's a fake brand, right? I don't want to be cheated by you. You can't do this business, so find another one!" Li Xuejian said groggily, hiccupping from time to time. .

"Pengci? Who do you think I am? How about 20 yuan? Look at this watch and it's still running!" The uncle took out the watch. The strap was full of rust, and the hands kept moving and stopping. He said The cottage is a bit exaggerated and can only be described as shabby.

"Master, don't bother me! Young master is in a bad mood. If you dare to bother me again, be careful that I don't respect the old and love the young and beat others." The anger appeared on Li Zhao's face. The long-term pressure and today's despair made him want to hit someone.

"Okay! You can do it!" The uncle seemed a little scared and got out of the way.

It seems that Li Xuejian didn't leave because he had no reason to go.

"Pauper!" said the uncle in a low voice.

"Who the fuck are you talking about is poor!" Li Xuejian seemed to want to hit someone because of these three words, but years of education prevented him from doing it, but he did not keep any virtue in his mouth, and greeted the uncle's ancestors for eighteen generations cordially .

"I don't have money to pay for my parents' medicine. Can't I even afford 20 yuan? Don't underestimate people!" Li Xuejian took out a bill from his pocket, put it in the uncle's hand with a snap, and With a dumbfounded look in his eyes, he took the watch and left.

"Five yuan!" The uncle looked at the five yuan yuan in his hand, looked at the shaky figure, shook his head and said, "Forget it! Anyway, it's a broken watch I picked up anywhere, so it's not a disadvantage."

"You are a big idiot! Li Xuejian is a big idiot! You are a fucking idiot! You are a big idiot who tells lies and doesn't write drafts!"

Li Xuejian reeked of alcohol, he was walking on a deserted road, this place was relatively remote, there were no people at this spot, and now he was the only one.

His foot hit a rock and he sat on the ground. Finally, Li Xuejian couldn't help crying. He didn't pay much attention to how miserable those families were when he read the news. It was his turn to find out how difficult it was for those people.

"It's all my fault! I shouldn't reject good-hearted people, I'm stupid! I'm stupid! Dad, I'm sorry I lied, I didn't earn a penny, and I posted more than 600 yuan. Now whoever wants to give me a chance, even if it is It doesn't matter if you kill me." Li Xuejian kept hitting the ground with his fists, and he didn't care that his hands were bleeding, he just wanted to vent, but when he yelled the last sentence, his watch lighted up slightly.

call!call!
Li Xuejian had enough scolding and beating, and lay down on the street and fell asleep.

The next morning, Li Xuejian was lying on the bed, scratching his stomach with his hands, and there were a lot of irritations at the corners of his mouth. The clothes on his body had been changed into monk-like clothes at some point, and the smell of alcohol had disappeared.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a bald monk, who seemed to be around 50 or [-] years old, with wisdom in his eyes and a good understanding of Buddhism, stepped forward with his palms together and said in a soft but heavy voice: "Amitabha! The donor is drunk and unconscious, There must be mundane things in my heart, how about waking up and talking to the old monk."

"Ha!" Li Xuejian woke up from what he said. He sat up from the bed and said, "Master, have you made a mistake? You cannot disturb others when they are sleeping. How do you understand the Buddhist principles?"

"Oh! The old monk's name is Awakening. I don't know what the benefactor has to say." Master Awakening clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly to Li Xuejian, and sincerely asked for advice.

"Where is that place?" Li Xuejian just wanted to brag, but when he realized something was wrong, he swallowed and asked.

"This is Shaolin Temple!" Master Awakening said calmly.

"Shaolin Temple!?" Li Zhao yelled strangely.

(End of this chapter)