Chapter 1, 2 Gambling Football ()

2002 K City Suburbs

The sun may have been old and after standing for a day, she quietly slipped away. Without its help, the sky became a little dark.

However, this did not affect the people playing football in the stadium at all. Although the stadium was ragged, although it had no grass, just a pile of loess slopes, although it had no nets, just two pillars and a beam. But they were still playing hard. There was no complaint because of the venue.

It’s not that they love football so much, or even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. That’s because...

I saw about 100 men and women standing on both sides of the field, and they didn’t look like good people. Why are you saying? Don’t believe it?

Then you see, there are probably most of them dressed in colorful clothes. In the words of an antique teacher, they are dressed in strange clothes and their hair is colorful. And they keep shouting and cheering, they are very concerned about the end of the game. Because...

These more than 100 people were sub-stopped and on both sides of the court, obviously supporting two teams. They worked hard on and off the court, because this was a gambling football game. If you lose, it means your incompetence, and the most important point is money. The charm of money is everywhere, from millionaires to the people, no one can resist its temptation.

We returned to the stadium. It was a 9-a-side football match. One side was wearing a blue jersey and the other was wearing a white jersey. The players on both sides looked almost 30 years old and had a fat face. Although they were not too tall, they were very strong and their movements were not very regular. They were flying shovels and pulling people, and they all gathered together. Not to mention the thief.

However, there is an alternative here. He looks only 18 or 9 years old, quite tall, about 182 cm, and looks so outstanding in the field. His short hair and (about an inch long) cold and handsome face are as perfect as the Greek deified male protagonist, with clear edges and sharp eyes, and he looks like a modern cool man. If he were asked to put on a gorgeous outfit and sit on a master chair in a luxurious villa, no one would doubt his precious identity. Because he never lacks the temperament, figure, and appearance of aristocratic. However, he is here, in such a shabby stadium.

I saw him dodging left and right, but he pulled, pulled, and pulled with his hands. He passed through the hurdles and killed the generals. No one could stop his attacking pace. After quickly leaping to more than 30 meters of the goal, his footwork quickly became faster. He saw the opportunity and suddenly shot.

The football flew towards the goal like a cannonball. The goalkeeper watched the ball fly quickly, and the pressure coming from the pavement was like a mountain that made him breathless. He held his hands flat, his eyes just stared at the football tightly, without making any moves.

With a dull bang, the ball hit the goalkeeper's face, spraying a wisp of blood. He covered his face with his hands, and blood kept flowing out of his fingers. His body was lying on the ground, rolling back and forth, wailing, the sound was so heart-wrenching that the crowd next to him could not sweat.

The football was blocked and rebounded, and the cold young man followed up and shot a supplementary shot. Although the goalkeeper fell to the ground, he could use dozens or hundreds of shots. However, the young man still shot vigorously and the football flew into the goal quickly. Because there was no net, the ball flew straight out of about 100 meters before stopping. After the boy scored the goal, he did not celebrate and turned around and compared it with his left middle finger at the other players on the other side. He also had disdain on his face.

It was like a demonstration. Sure enough, a few people on the other side were angry and shouted in unison and rushed towards the boy. Obviously, they found that the boy was deliberately kicking the goalkeeper in the face.

When people live, especially those who come out to make trouble, aren’t they just fighting for a breath? How can they make little kids so presumptuous? If they endure it now, they should not be in this world in the future.

The boy didn't seem to take them seriously, and did not wait to die in place. Instead, he rushed to the front of several people. He kicked the person in front of him in the stomach without any time. Then he turned around and punched the person next to him, which happened to hit the man's chin. With a knock, it was obviously the sound of his chin being broken.

The teenagers also rushed towards the other side, as if they were used to such a scene, and the fight was as usual. A melee began, and both sides seemed to be infected by them. Both sides fought. Empty wine bottles, broken steel pipes, bricks, broken wood. As long as they could beat the other side, they used it. The fight took about half an hour before it gradually subsided.

There were a large group of people lying on the ground, some of whom were pretending to be dead, afraid of being beaten. Some were not kidding, they were really seriously injured. What was strange was that no police came here. "It turned out that there were fights every day, and they were all degenerate people. This time I was arrested and I was still beaten after I was released. There was no way to stop them. There were few pedestrians here, so I wish these scums could kill each other."

I saw a few men in their 30s walking towards the group of people who fell off the field, stretched out their hands and flipped through their pockets, took them away when they found the valuables, and did not forget to make up for a few feet. After collecting the money, I handed over to someone who looked like the boss.

The boss looked at the RMB and valuable things in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction. As if he was quite satisfied with the harvest, he turned around and walked towards the boy.

"Well, I read the almanac today. Good luck, haha, the harvest is several times that of the past. Give it, please keep the 500. How about it? Do you want to go and go to "it" and lively?" The boss stuffed the money to the boy and said.

The boy was not polite, and reached out to take the money into his pocket, then shook his head, and said, "It's better to go home next time. It's too late. Mom will worry." After that, he turned around and left without waiting for the boss to reply.

The boss looked at the back of the boy and murmured in a low voice: "Oh, it's such a pity. He's still a child. He goes to school during the day, plays gambling and football at night, and has to work when he goes home. It's so difficult. Why didn't I have such a sensible son? God, you are a shit-eating person." The boss is definitely the typical cynical and depraved person.

Then, he turned around and said to the person behind him, "Damn, why are there so many injured people today? It seems that your training is far from enough. Brothers, send the injured brother to the hospital, and the others follow me. Let's go to "女" to be lively, fuck, I made a lot of money today, hahaha."

The boss led a group of people to the other direction. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and instructed: "By the way, after you send them to the hospital, come to "Caron" to find us. Don't get lost."

There are a row of bungalows in the west district of K City, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a refugee camp, a dilapidated house, as if it is about to collapse when the wind blows. China's development over the past 20 years can be described as rapid development. The country is rich, but it has also caused a very serious phenomenon, but no one has realized... that is the gap between the rich and the poor. This kind of place can be seen in any city, even a small city is no exception.

"Mom, I'm back." The young man who was still cold just now changed into a happy smile, happily entered a "room", and said to the middle-aged woman sitting on a small stool poking her clothes.

The middle-aged woman was about 30 years old. Although her face was good, she looked much older than in reality because of overwork. Every time she saw her mother's old face, the boy always felt heartbroken, but she didn't dare to show it, so she had to pretend to laugh every day. He hated him, why can't he let his mother live a relaxed life.

"Ah, A Xiang, you are back. That, there are food and vegetables in that cabinet. You can eat it first, and wait until I wash these clothes before eating." The middle-aged woman said happily when she saw her son coming back. It seemed that her son was everything to her.

A Xiangqiang cheered up, pouted, and said in a displeasure: "No, we will eat together after you finish washing, anyway, I'm not hungry now." But his stomach rang a few times, and A Xiang stood there quite embarrassedly.

He smiled helplessly, changed the topic and said to his mother: "By the way, today's great harvest, haha, I didn't expect that those rich kids were so rich and lost 500 yuan to me for football. Haha, give it to, mom, just treat it as a household purchase." After that, A Xiang took out the 500 yuan from his pocket and put the money on the cabinet, because his mother's hands are wet and cannot take it.

Mom gently frowned and said, "Axiang, how many times have I told you? In the future, stop playing that kind of football, mom can support you. Besides, you must not delay your studies because of playing football. Mom is counting on you. If you are unpromising when you grow up, how can I face your father when I go?" After saying that, he seemed to remember something sad, and lowered his head and gently wiped his tears.

"You go and put a candle incense on your father." The mother took a deep breath and tried hard to calm down her excited mood. She seemed to not want her son to worry, and she recovered in a moment.

A Xiang looked at his mother's appearance and remained silent. He turned around and walked to the spirit card. He skillfully pulled out three incense sticks from the cabinet. After lighting it with a lighter, he stoked it gently for a few times. After the fire was extinguished, he inserted it into the incense burner. He started to merge and nodded and murmured: "Dad, don't blame me for lying. I don't want my mother to suffer so much, and I didn't do anything "illegal". Dad, you think so too. Do you want your mother to live a good life, right?"

It turned out that A Xiang's name was Zhang Xiang. His father was a very hardworking person and was busy all his life. Although he was rich before, his father was not proud and complacent because of his wealth. He still worked hard to make the family of three live a happy and fulfilling life. However, before the whole family could come and enjoy it, bad news came.

His father was diagnosed with advanced cancer, and the disease ruthlessly consumed all the valuable things in the family. Not only did he sell the house, but he also owed a lot of debts, but the money did not retain the young life.

Since my father left, it has brought not only endless pain and longing to the mother and son, but also countless debts. A Xiang's mother has been with her father day and night during the half year of taking care of her father.

But when my father went and my mother returned to work, she was laid off because she had not been at work for too long. This even sprinkled a handful of salt on the mother and son. Although she worked hard in recent years and worked as a temporary worker, it did not relieve much of the pressure.

But Xiao Axiang is very sensible. When he was 13 years old, he met the boss when he was playing football in a broken football field. The boss shouted Wang Li, and he was also a hardcore fan. He often played football with a group of friends. After several games, he found that except for his inferior strength, Xiao Axiang was not as weak as them, and some were stronger than them. Let’s talk about speed. Xiao Axiang was very fast and ran for 12 seconds at the age of 13, which is something that ordinary people can’t compare to.

And his skills are also quite good, so the eldest brother admired Xiao Axiang's football skills very much. Later, when the two got familiar with each other, Axiang told him about the situation at home. The eldest brother thought about it and decided to take him to play gambling football. Because he made money quickly, he played for three years. In these three years, Axiang grew up rapidly. Although he was only 16 years old (a year old), he was already 182 years old and was very strong. In three years, Axiang made an amazing profit of about 30,000 yuan. In addition, his mother worked hard and paid off his debts, but now there was nothing in the family. Despite this, the mother and son were still very happy, because if they make money in the future, they could improve their lives.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm in the top three in the grade every year, it doesn't matter. I just kicked it when I was school. Besides, there are not many good people in those rich families. Who would they make if they don't make money?" A Xiang said confidently. He didn't dare to tell his mother who played football with, but just told him a bunch of rich children who are ignorant, and they are rich, so his mother certainly wouldn't doubt it.

"Yes, A Xiang has really grown up a lot in three years. If you can see it in the Spirit of Heaven, you can also smile with a smile." Mom lowered her head and murmured.

A Xiang didn't hear what his mother said, and said to himself: "As long as I've been playing at home for a few years, I can buy a house. If I can play in a professional league, I can enjoy my mother's happiness."

"No, as long as you can get into a good university and have a good job in the future, your mother will be satisfied. And now you can support you, so don't kick it. Look at the scars on your body, and mom always feels sorry for your father." After saying that, my mother continued to cry.

"Mom, stop crying, I won't be able to stop kicking me." A Xiang coaxed his mother while patting his mother on the shoulder.

"Let's have a meal, and I'll help you wash it after the meal." After that, he pulled his mother to sit on the stool and went to the cabinet to get the food himself.

A Xiang thought firmly with the dishes on the dining table. "I will definitely have a promising future. Look at my mother, I will."
Chapter completed!