Clouds

December, Macau.

Peter Yang bent down and walked down the long stairs to visit Xiao Hei in the basement.

Xiao Hei is always locked in a dark and closed place, and there is almost no distinction between day and night.The bodyguard opened the heavy iron door, Peter Yang stepped in, and saw Xiao Hei standing under the electric light, repeatedly kicking and beating a concrete pile as high as a person.His movements were very violent, causing the iron chains on his body to clang. Occasionally, when the iron chains collided with the concrete, sparks would flash for a moment.

Peter Yang stopped at a considerable distance, knowing that Xiao Hei would not pay attention to others, so he took the initiative to say: "Naka, Merry Christmas."

Xiao Hei kept moving, and he refused to waste any training time.The slack yesterday and today may be the cause of death tomorrow, he doesn't want to die.

Peter Yang understood Xiao Hei's character, he turned around to take a plate of food, and passed it forward flatly.

Without warning, he whistled sharply, and he called out loudly: "Naka, I'll give you food!"

Sure enough, Xiao Hei immediately stopped his fists and kicks.Turning around to face Peter Yang, he didn't look at Peter Yang, but only at the food.

At this time, several bodyguards stepped forward, cut Xiao Hei's hands involuntarily, and forced him to kneel down.

Peter Yang stepped forward, squatted down, and brought the tray to Xiao Hei's mouth.The meals on the plate are richer than usual, especially with a lot of meat.Xiao Hei lowered his head, opened his mouth and placed his mouth on the food, and began to eat.

Peter Yang supported the plate with one hand, and stroked the back of Xiao Hei's head with the other hand, stroking it slowly, as if stroking a wolf dog.Xiao Hei lowered his eyes, his double eyelids had deep marks, and his thick eyelashes drooped down, trembling as he chewed and swallowed.

Peter Yang tilted his head to admire Xiao Hei's eating, Xiao Hei was expressionless, just eating.

Xiao Hei quickly finished a plate of food, and the bottom half of his face was dripping with soup.Peter Yang took the towel from his subordinates and wiped Xiao Hei's face carefully.

It feels like wiping a piece of coal, because the white towel is obviously jet black, and Xiao Hei is not much whiter, but it does look clean, the outline of the facial features is clear, the big eyes are black and white, and the white is bluish , black bottomless.

The bodyguard didn't let go, so Xiao Hei still knelt quietly.Peter Yang looked at him and suddenly smiled: "You really can live. I thought you wouldn't make it through December."

Then he stepped back a little so that he could look him up and down.Xiao Hei only wore a pair of tattered shorts, and his figure gradually returned to its previous appearance—muscles are well-proportioned, his limbs are agile, and he has an advantage over that mountain-like burly man in the ring.

"It's a pity that you are not familiar with it." Peter Yang said thoughtfully: "Otherwise, you would be considered a talent."

He stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Hei's face, his sleeves were slightly pulled up, revealing a circle of colorful tattoos on his pale skin.The palm slid down over the neck and shoulders, and he stopped on the opponent's strong and hard chest.

"Father raised so many fighters, I only saw you and Ruan Qiang at the time. Do you remember Ruan Qiang?"

Xiao Hei remembered Ruan Qiang, but he didn't say a word.Ruan Qiang was born to a Vietnamese woman and an American sailor, but was abandoned by his mother when he was very young.Ruan Qiang has white skin and blue eyes, but he did not live past the age of 17, and was kicked and broke his neck in the ring.

Peter Yang gently rubbed Xiao Hei's nipples with his fingers: "The other children are all vicious and ugly, except you and Ruan Qiang. I wanted to ask my father to ask you to come over, but my father started to be wary of me at that time and refused. Give.

"How ridiculous." He said, "I was only in my teens at the time, and he was afraid that I would send someone to kill my brother.

Peter Young had a younger brother, Andy Young, who died of illness when he was eight years old.

Xiao Hei lowered his head indifferently.Peter Young's thoughts and words have nothing to do with him.

Peter Young lifted his chin, trying to meet his gaze.Ruan Qiang and Xiao Hei are both people he has his eyes on, and they can't be expected.Ruan Qiang died, needless to say, Xiao Hei was alive, but he became his father-killing enemy again, and he was really embarrassed not to avenge his father-no matter how much his father loved Andy, he was still his father after all.

"Say something." He smiled at Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, but Master Peter was the boss' son, so he was different.

He hated Tony Yang, but besides Tony Yang, he had no other relatives. He once secretly regarded his boss as a strict father.

So he opened his mouth, his voice was thick and savage, not his true face: "I don't want to die."

Peter Yang frowned, shook his head and sighed with a smile: "Naka, don't make it difficult for me."

For Christmas, Lu Yun decided to go out for a walk.

The house was very lively. A Mr. Du Dingbang came from France, the son of Lu Xuezheng's friend. He was going to Taiwan, so he came to visit Uncle Lu.Lu Xuezheng warmly entertained this nephew, and the house was full of laughter.Lu Yun forced himself to smile for a long time, but he couldn't stop laughing anymore, so he wanted to take advantage of the chaos and leave to hide himself.

Su Jiadong didn't intend to go out, and he didn't want Lu Yun to leave.

"Why don't you sleep with me?" He asked naturally: "If you are unhappy, let's go to bed."

Lu Yun was dragged to lie down on the bed by him, but his lower body was limp and out of shape.

"I'm not in the mood..." He muttered to Su Jiadong, "I don't think this matter is interesting now."

Su Jiadong sat aside, opened his pants and looked down.

Lu Yun reached out and took a hand between his legs: "Is it hard?"

Su Jiadong nodded, and asked again: "Why don't you sleep with me?"

Lu Yun rubbed him twice through his trousers, then stopped boringly, looked at the ceiling and replied: "The family is boring, and the company is also boring. Dad knows how to raise cats, and brother knows how to talk about business. What about you? It’s not as good as them, who don’t know anything! Sleep is not a panacea, do I have something on my mind, and I’ll be gone after sleeping with you?”

Su Jiadong seriously argued: "I'm not talking about this sleeping, I'm talking about sleeping—"

"Shut up, I'm not interested in either sleeping."

"So what do you want? Shall we hang out?"

Lu Yun sighed impatiently: "I want to become a monk."

Su Jiadong was taken aback: "Ah?! You want to be a monk? No, I don't want to live in a temple."

"I am a monk alone, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"then what do I do?"

"You stay at home and feed the cat to Daddy!"

Su Jiadong grabbed Lu Yunyun's hand and shook it back and forth: "Master, don't scare me."

Lu Yun ignored him, and lay down depressed for a long time. Finally, he couldn't stand the depression, so he simply got up and got out of bed, and said to himself: "It's better to go for a walk, even if the cold wind blows, it's better than this."

Lu Yunyun got into the car and took Su Jiadong down the mountain.

He wanted to find a little excitement, but he felt that all entertainment was not exciting.In the end, he entered the casino, and the suffocating air and harsh noise inside made him a little satisfied.

Gambling alone is not very interesting.Lu Yun turned around and wanted to watch the boxing match - he didn't watch it before, because he knew the origins of the boxers, so he felt that the game was cruel, but now it doesn't matter.

The arena is not big, but there are actually a lot of spectators.One of the boxers was a tall and dark Vietnamese, his back was a bit like Xiao Hei, which caused Lu Yun's heart to move, and he broke through the crowd and squeezed to the other end to see the opponent's face.

Disappointed, he bet all his money on the Vietnamese.

After a fight, the Vietnamese won a big victory and were proud; they openly took money on the court, and the rewards were considerable.Seeing this, Lu Yun felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He sat on his seat and thought, "Xiao Hei is a free man now, will he continue to fight for money?"

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up: "This kind of boxing match can't kill anyone. Once you can't support it, you just admit defeat on the spot. Isn't Xiao Hei fighting in this kind of ring like playing? As long as he doesn't be greedy for fame, he will be able to fight for fame." At this level, no matter what, it’s better than working as a laborer on a construction site.”

Lu Yun became flustered again, blushing in panic.He folded his hands involuntarily, and he prayed secretly in his heart: "Buddha blesses me, let me not be happy for nothing."