Little slag run

One of the things Chen Feng likes to do is to stand on the top floor of his company's headquarters overlooking the luxurious Y City at night, full of traffic and flashing neon lights.

This made him feel like an emperor, conquering one city and opening up another, endlessly spreading his territory to every corner of the world.

He can't calm down and think about what he needs, so he can only keep moving forward, so that he won't have time to feel the cool wind blowing in his hollow heart.

In his world, money represents power and everything. Instead of pinning the joys and sorrows of fate on another person, it is better to create a kingdom that truly belongs to him with his own hands.

The abstract illusion of love is far less easy to grasp than money and power, and even love can be exchanged for money and power.

Although he has always believed in this point, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, he occasionally starts to think about the meaning of life like a philosopher, and then confuses what he has done all these years.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the bits and pieces that happened will turn into memories like confetti and float in the wind.

He was born on the fertile soil of the capitalism of the American Empire.

His mother was a prostitute who smuggled across the country like a mouse in the ditch, and his father was probably a client who had no name at all, maybe a high-ranking official or a criminal.

He never asked his mother why she ran to the United States, why she came to that step.

He only knows that the facts have been there objectively since the moment he was born, and cannot be discussed.

Los Angeles is a bustling city. Some people are prosperous, while others are down and out.

Chen Feng has been following his mother, living in a small house less than ten square meters in a slum, feeling the hardships of life to the fullest.

He has been a lack of emotion since he was a child. Whether this is forced out by a ruthless life or brought out by nature, Chen Feng doesn't care at all.

He only knows that in his life, affection is quite a superfluous and extravagant item.

His mother was not a high-class courtesan in high society, but just the bottom, the cheapest kind.

She would stand by the side of the dirty and dim street, one by one, asking passers-by if they needed a haircut.

Because she is Asian, petite and fair, even though she is in her mid-mature, she still looks a little pure and young. The business is intermittent, but it is enough for the mother and son to fill their stomachs.

Chen Feng never blamed his mother's disgraceful career, and never lost his temper, because it was her mother who exchanged her body for his food and even his tuition.

He would wander the streets alone while her mother was running her business, and he didn't know he could go home now until he saw her pull back the greasy curtains and the yellow light through the broken windows.

When he was very young, Chen Feng didn't know the meaning behind his mother's prostitution, but the children playing around would throw stones at him, laugh at him, and abuse him.Based on those rude actions, he realized that what his mother was doing was probably something shameful in the usual sense.

When he was a little older, although Chen Feng knew about the deeds his mother had done, and even found some medicines and tools by accident, he still didn't feel any deep shame or anger.

He thought, he probably really is a heartless person.

He never asked who his father was because he didn't care.

His mother never mentioned any topic about his father to him, the reason Chen Feng didn't know, because he didn't care either.

He only knows that to be alive is just to be alive, humble or not, does not affect the fact that everyone is breathing.

He thought that he would roll in the mud like this, spend his whole life, graduate from high school, find an ordinary job and live without passion.

But sometimes fate often makes a good joke with people, and then reverses a person's trajectory, and at the same time leads everyone's trajectory.

Chen Feng thought he could have no feelings, but he still had to maintain a ridiculous self-esteem.

Although this is difficult to achieve in his family environment, he has always believed that self-esteem exists as long as he still believes.

In the winter when he was 17 years old, his mother brought back a tall and strong man. As usual, Chen Feng glanced at the man. His eyes were ordinary but cloudy.

He hurriedly packed up his books, took the door and went out.

That time was extraordinarily long, Chen Feng wandered outside for nearly three hours before his mother opened the curtain.

That winter was very cold, and for the first time, Chen Feng eagerly wanted to return to the home that was not very warm.

Walking into the corridor, the man came out head-on.

Chen Feng lowered his head and passed by him, the man suddenly grabbed his arm, trying to talk to him.

"Hey, your eyes look a lot like your mother, like a vixen."

Chen Feng frowned, shook off the man's big hand, turned and went upstairs.

He never talked to his mother's benefactor, so Chen Feng felt extremely disgusted by that person's impolite speech and behavior.

After that, his mother brought that person over two or three times, but Chen Feng just left silently in the face of that person's malicious scrutiny.

He never interfered with the scope of his mother's choice of guests, nor did he intend to break this rule for such a man.

Until one day, after Chen Feng saw the signal to finish the job as usual, he returned home and opened the door to see not his mother, but the man smoking a cigarette and sitting on the bed with a smile.

Chen Feng was startled, and stood by the door without going in.

The man stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, waved to him, and said with a smile, "Come in."

Chen Feng hesitated, and spoke to this stranger for the first time: "Why didn't you leave?"

"I'm waiting for you."

At that time, Chen Feng was a refreshing and handsome Asian boy, and occasionally he would be looked up and down by one or two perverts with strange eyes on this old street.

Chen Feng frowned, his voice had just finished changing, and there was some freshness in the hoarseness: "What are you waiting for me? Where's my mother?"

"She went out for a walk." The man smiled frivolously, his sweaty shoulder muscles trembling.

Without saying a word, Chen Feng turned his head and walked away, but the moment he turned around, he was picked up by the man by the waist and thrown on the bed like a chicken.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Feng's always calm heart felt flustered for the first time.

This is obviously knowingly asking, because the man has already started to tear his clothes with steam.

"Your mother and I have already discussed the price, 100 yuan, which is already the highest price in this area, don't be dissatisfied. I'm happy, and I can tip you again."

The man wanted to lean over to kiss his mouth, but Chen Feng turned his head, and the wet touch fell on his cheek.

He couldn't bear the fact that he was being pressed by another person, so he reached out and grabbed a copper desk lamp beside the bed, and smashed it down on the man's head...

Chen Feng wandered outside all night, and found a 24-hour convenience fast food restaurant to sit and fall asleep.

The next morning, he still had to go back to his only home.

His mother was sitting on the bedside, and when she saw him coming back, she just glanced at him lightly and said, "I paid for the medical expenses, and it was all for nothing this week."

Sitting opposite his mother, Chen Feng looked at his mother's face that was no longer young, and asked the question that had been on his mind: "You know everything, right?"

"I really don't understand what you kid is thinking. I'm almost out of capital now. If you don't take over from me, what will the two of us have to eat?"

Chen Feng laughed, ashamed of his mother's ignorance, he once convinced himself that at least his mother was a brave woman.

"You think if you come out to sell, I have to inherit your 'career' in order to survive?"

"What else can you do? What job is easier than this and the money comes in faster? You don't even have to worry about pregnancy..."

In his mother's eyes, the world is as small as a bed.

Chen Feng stood up, and suddenly walked over to hug his mother.

His mother immediately became quiet, and this was the first time Chen Feng hugged himself.

"Mom, I'll show you what I can do."

Chen Feng let go of his mother, and left without looking back.

He was glad that he was still a man, a man who didn't care about life and death and had no feelings.

Such a man is in a way the easiest way to get what he wants, because he can throw everything away and do whatever it takes.

His original idea of ​​wanting to live a mediocre life was completely abandoned by him that morning.

Mom, it doesn't make sense, a prostitute is destined to be a male prostitute.

He can completely support himself with his mind, even better than anyone else.