I want to die every day [entertainment circle]

The author has something to say: "I want to stay away from violence all my life, but in fact I should be closer to it. This is human nature. There are spearheads in the chest cavity of the earliest human remains." From "The Lord of War"

Because I’m in a hurry to finish it by the end of April, I’m afraid that I won’t have time to write about it, but I like the second brother too much, so I’ll release it first. If you don’t like it, you can just skip it, and the extra will be finished soon , a matter of a day or two.

When Fu Zhiyun was just able to walk, he walked into the training ground and held his grandfather's hand.

Mrs. Masefield wanted to cultivate a little gentleman, but it was a pity that Fu Zhiwen turned out to be a man who was gentle and polite on the outside and irritable and divided on the inside. This really disappointed her for a long time, and complained that it was her husband Wilhelm's upstart temperament Take the child badly.The clothes she customized for her second son were all closer to the little prince of England, and she wished he could wear a tuxedo all day long.But Fu Zhiyun is different from those stinky boys who like to be unconventional. He has been lively and active since he was a child, and he likes sports attire. Sometimes he wears riding attire all day long when he goes to the racecourse.

At the beginning, everyone thought that the second young master was the person most like his father, especially his athletic talent, until he left the family later.

The sunlight is blocked by the thick walls, and the special sound-absorbing material prevents Xia Chan's noise from intruding. The place is cold and serious, as if you can easily hear the throbbing sound of the heart valve touching the cold knife tip.

Little Fu Zhiyun, a newborn calf, trembled a few times but didn't feel scared. He raised his face and asked, "Grandpa, where is this?"

Mr. Mei kindly squeezed his fleshy cheeks: "It's violence."

His eyes were hidden in the darkness, Fu Zhiyun couldn't see clearly.

"What is violence?"

Mr. Mei didn't answer, he took Fu Zhiyun to the gun rack and asked him to choose the model he liked.

In the distance, subordinates had already removed all the sundries, and there was only a bare target at the end of the training ground, and the spotlight that was enough to blind the direct shooter hit the bull's-eye.The blood-red bull's-eye and the cold and hard weapon evoked the most primitive desire to conquer in the little boy's heart.

"Grandpa, how do you play with this toy?"

"This is not a toy." Fu Zhiyun watched Mr. Mei take the gun, his slightly wrinkled but still slender and strong fingers quickly moved twice, and he loaded it neatly.

Fu Zhiyun pulled the black-painted gun barrel, looking straight in with two gray-blue eyes—he didn't know how dangerous it was to have the muzzle between the eyebrows, until Mr. Mei suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and the gun moved upwards. A few centimeters, rubbing Fu Zhiyun's soft and curly black hair made a "bang".

A strong electric current went straight from the tip of his hair to the bottom of his feet, he turned subconsciously, only to see that there was already a small hole in the scarlet bullseye—a tear that was visible to the naked eye, and he knew he should be afraid , but the trembling of his fingers didn't just mean fear. He saw that the empty training ground was full of bones, and red wandering flowers bloomed from the cracks in the bones that were stung by the cold wind.

Fu Zhiyun is a very strange person in the eyes of others.When the little boys were playing with mud, he kept placing little soldiers on the sand table model; when the teenagers were watching some unspeakable movies, he hugged Clausewitz, Sun Tzu, Mahan, and Du Hei again and again. Looked everywhere; when others went to college and looked for a job according to the normal procedures, he resolutely left the family, facing controversy, and was alone.

When Fu Zhiyun was five years old, he was already wearing a neat uniform and training with the action group. Of course, it was just some basic movements, because he was a young master, not a killing machine.

On May 5th, there was no one in the training ground. He walked and walked to the forest at the end of Alexon Manor. He seemed to hear crying, but it seemed that it was not crying, but the wind was blowing his throat and wriggling.

That scene was the driving force for him to move forward in blood and fire in his life - all members of the action team knelt on the ground in unison, facing the neatly arranged white tombstones, and lowered their usually arrogant heads.The tombstones are blank, with no dates of birth and death, no names, and no photos. Some are the loneliness that penetrates time and space, some are the pain of death, and some are the passports for the living to meet Satan.

Only old Lord Masefield stood, like a bamboo to show his integrity, as stable as a mountain.

Ten years later, Wilhelm smashed the gemstone on the scepter on the table violently, his hair was pointing, and his eyes were cracked: "You say it again?"

Mrs. Masefield held her husband, looked at Fu Zhiyun with watery eyes, worried and compassionate: "Ayun..."

The young Fu Zhiyun took one last look at his parents, turned around and broke into the rain, taking nothing but his clothes.

"Nie Zi! If you are capable, you will never come back!"

He was drenched all over, but his footsteps did not stop even for a moment.

—In the chest cavity of the earliest human remains, there are spearheads.

Twenty years later, a temporary headquarters.

The man with two branches and leaves and two big gold stars on his shoulders raised his hand and slapped the table, shaking the well-trained guards at the door with a guilty conscience: "Aren't you out of your mind? It's still fifty cents!" Erglue! How could he be allowed to go alone? The general mission of the superior is to investigate the case, and you are slowly breaking through one by one. Is it so difficult to stay together? Well, I admit that the efficiency of doing this is very high, But what if there are casualties. Although I know that your skills are good... But as long as the casualty rate is not zero, I will not allow you to do this! Hurry up and call me back that terrible man, if he suffers a little damage, you will all be killed Pack up your things and go home to have a baby."

A soldier muttered, "General, we can't have children."

"How dare you talk back to me!"

The relatively calm old Liu took a step forward, and said in a deep voice, "We can't stop the boss, if you can, you can talk about it yourself."

The angry man choked for a moment and didn't speak for a long time.

Xiao Chen raised his head and said proudly: "If our boss is so prone to accidents, is he still our boss?"

The man scratched his head and thought for a long time, and finally said: "Well, I don't care about him, so what can I say..." Leaving aside other things, the difference in nationality is there, and he really doesn't care about sensitive issues. It's better than asking, "But you must watch me carefully, and deal with it immediately if there is a problem. If that person hurts a hair, I think it will be a mess." Pointed above.

Everyone nodded quickly.

The cruelty of the desert lies in the fact that you can’t see the end. It is so hot and dry that it seems that the skin of the whole body will burst in a second. It is also fatal to creatures. It can be drastic and silent. After night falls, this land becomes As lonely as a cemetery, as lively as a battlefield.

Qi Su got out of the car with his legs shaking while smoking a cigarette. After taking two steps, he began to wipe off his sweat. After taking off the cigarette, he took a breath, and the unique smell of the desert came over his face.

"Hey, little foreman, let me share with you guys." The migrant workers who started work early in the morning and traveled across the ocean laughed when they saw Qi Su.

Qi Su seldom smoked, but he was actually just pretending. He was going to pick up a few newcomers today, and he was afraid that his name as a small foreman would not be able to hold back those bastards.

"You can't fucking buy it yourself?" Qi Su squinted at him.

The man chuckled twice: "Isn't this...the wife, children, and old mother are still waiting for me, and I want to save more money."

The others laughed: "Brother Lin is still a family member!"

"A good man in the new century, is your wife good-looking?"

"Anyway, I haven't seen any other beauties, so I'll just let it go." The man was very tanned, and his white teeth were very obvious when he smiled.

"Oh, I also want to marry a wife when I go back this time..."

"Didn't you say that there is a neighbor's girl calling brother to wait for you to go back every day?"

"You all believe what I say..."

Qi Su smiled and listened for a while, until the whole cigarette burned to the end, and then stepped on the ash and the butt into the sand.

"Okay, start working, start working, and start working to make money. If you have money, you can marry whoever you want."

"Little foreman, when will the pig transport truck come today?" Xiao Deng from the transportation team leaned over and asked.

Qi Su patted him on the head: "Have you brushed your teeth this morning? You, what is a pig cart? You were transported here in the same way! Do you know how to be polite?"

Xiao Deng gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say that when you came, you looked like a pig with white flowers, and when you left, you were tanned like a wild boar."

"That's the only thing I can say." Qi Su smiled triumphantly, "Because I'm the foreman—his nephew."

Xiao Deng curled his lips secretly, and wanted to ask again, but saw Qi Su pointing to the right: "Why are you so anxious, it's like waiting for a sedan chair, and you are not allowed to have a bridal chamber, isn't it here?"

The infrastructure here is relatively backward, and there is no access to the subway, and even the bus often makes mistakes. After the migrant workers get off the airport, they can only sit on the big trucks that deliver goods.The complexion of all the original residents and permanent residents in the vicinity is dark, and suddenly a group of white people are crowded on a truck, the kind whose flesh is shaking, they look like piglets.

"Get off the bus first and get a serial number. After I explain all the work, board and lodging issues, you can go about your own activities. Don't run around. If you don't know the place, this place is no different from our motherland. It's a mess!" Qi Su Pull out the necessary loudspeaker and start beckoning them out of the car.

Everyone is wearing big loose pants and a big vest, whether the fabrics are enough or they are sweating from the hot climate here.

"It's a well-deserved reputation, this damn weather, it's so hot when you don't work, and you can't die if you work?"

"Hey, what can I do now that I'm here? The salary is high. Moving bricks here for a month can earn more than working here for a year."

"And I heard that the contractors here are very reliable, and they have been doing labor export for many years, so there is a good way."

Qi Su slapped hard on the loudspeaker twice: "Stop talking nonsense! If you understand it, take action. There are no workers on construction sites."

"Who is this person? He's so arrogant..."

The old worker immediately tugged at the sleeve of the newcomer and said, "He is the nephew of the chief foreman. It is said that he has a lot to do with the system. We call him the junior foreman. He has been directly supervising the construction site. Don't go there if you have nothing to do." Look for him, he's easy to talk to when he's happy, but when his temper comes up, no one can save you."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of losing their jobs.

Qi Su leaned crookedly on the front of the dark green camouflage car, squinting to watch these newcomers walk by one by one, and Xiao Deng was giving them license plates.He watched it for a long time, but he didn't see any difference from the previous batch. He was about to stretch his back and go back to the car to sleep for a while, when his eyes suddenly stopped at the back of the line.

That man was out of tune with other workers. His appearance was too young and fair. If it wasn't for his mature and profound temperament, he would look like he was in his early twenties.A pair of gray-blue eyes are ancient and unwavering, his body sweats but his chest rises and falls evenly, and the footprints in the sand are particularly deep, as if they were smashed with a chisel, deeply embedded, full of strength.

Qi Su was puzzled: Migrant workers have become leaders these days?

Xiao Deng patted Qi Su on the shoulder, said with a sullen smile, "Little foreman, it seems that the title of your construction site beauty is going to be changed."

Qi Su pushed him to the ground and beat him up.