My sister never calls me brother.

Airi Miyazaki is holding a red Chinese knot.

Song Mingyuan is decorating with firecrackers.

"Ahem!" Song Mingyuan coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention. "The story of Seigaku Agency is about to be released, so please give us your support! Wishing everyone a happy new year—"

Everyone said in unison—

Happy Year of the Rooster!!!

Author's Note on the Launch of Yewu

Before I knew it, I had been writing this book for almost three months.

It will be available for purchase at midnight tonight.

For me, this is a kind of affirmation.

At least I'm not completely useless.

I grew up in the vast mountains.

There were no schools or cars there; people would be overjoyed to see even a tractor.

I feel like a salted fish that has lost its dreams; life is meaningless.

One day, I stole 200 yuan from my family and went out to make my way in the world on my own.

They traveled by oxcart for seven days and seven nights.

I have finally arrived in the legendary metropolis of Tieling.

Looking at the towering buildings all around me, I felt lost, as if I were in a dream.

I have never seen so many cars with four wheels.

I've never seen so many sexy women on the street.

They wear skirts even in winter, which is almost unimaginable in my hometown.

I'm always drawn to the shapely curves of those girls' legs.

However, their attitude didn't seem very good; they kept giving me the cold shoulder.

I felt looked down upon and vowed to survive in this unfamiliar city.

I went to an illegal factory, but I seriously injured my leg.

Even unscrupulous bosses don't lose money.

I was also ruthlessly kicked out by them.

Being kicked out in winter was undoubtedly a terrible blow to me.

The biting cold wind blew fiercely at me, and my thin clothes were no match for the sharp, knife-like snow.

That's how the weather is in Northeast China in winter: snowflakes can turn into knives, and cold winds can turn into spears.

Penniless, I couldn't afford new clothes or food.

I could only stuff newspapers into my clothes as much as I could. When I ran out of paper, I had to secretly tear off couplets from other people's houses to keep warm.

I keep limping and barely clinging to life in this city—

I've slept on the streets.

I picked up trash.

I ate leftovers from a small restaurant.

The restaurant owner was such a kind person; she gave me two steamed buns and told me to dip them in the leftover soup.

That time, I finally had a full meal and slept well in the warehouse, without being woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.

But I had to leave. People have dignity, and trees have bark; living under someone else's roof is not a long-term solution.

I choose to live on my own.

I am now begging at Shenyang Railway Station.

The staff didn't kick me out.

Instead, it provided me with a place to rest at the entrance.

They can get food by begging.

But they could only afford steamed buns.

I got 20 yuan in two days and bought 20 big steamed buns.

Every day I would go to the public toilet to get some tap water to drink, eating steamed buns while drinking the water, even though it was very bitter.

But I haven't starved to death yet!

I've had lucky moments too; I once found an abandoned Nokia phone at a train station.

A turning point in life then arrived.

I typed on my phone, using the train station's Wi-Fi, and kept updating.

Passing travelers mistook me for a lunatic.

But I don't care. I don't steal or rob, and I'm proud to rely on myself.

The New Year is here, and I haven't even had a single meal of dumplings.

My stomach has been hurting badly lately, probably because the water in the public toilets isn't clean.

But I will try my best to write wonderful stories.

Perhaps one day you'll remember that limping little beggar at the train station and think of buying him a bag of pickled vegetables.

So I'll just say one thing—

Happy Chinese New Year! Please, kind people, subscribe so I can have some dumplings too!!!

Chapter 119 Birds of a Feather Gather

Sun Qi and his henchmen had just finished their fun at the arcade.

They were preparing to go home in large groups.

Although Zhou Han had completely denied it before, he still did not change his mind.

Instead, he chose to maintain the status quo. He knew that his life was looked down upon by many people, but he just didn't want to give it up.

Because Sun Qi has her own way of life.

When habits become second nature, many things become hard to let go of.

From an inconspicuous person, to a central figure in the crowd.

No one knows what price Sun Qi paid or what he went through in this process.

But one thing is certain—

This process is not easy.

Even if something is inherently evil, many people will still choose to enjoy it.

Because no one will choose to start from the heart after getting what they want.

This requires a great deal of determination.

Sun Qi still wore smoky eye makeup, looking neither human nor ghost.

He chatted about this and that with his underlings around him.

Sun Qi's underlings had a simple idea: Sun Qi was a great fighter, and following him meant they would have good food, wouldn't be bullied, and could even bully others.

They believe this is what martial arts novels refer to as the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world), a place of chivalry and revenge, where fighting and killing are commonplace.

In the eyes of his underlings, Sun Qi was a chivalrous hero, decisive and quick to act, possessing the demeanor of a gang leader.

Just like Chen Sheng, who rebelled against the tyrannical Qin dynasty, they rose up in rebellion and shouted—

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?

Then a group of people will respond, seeing enemies everywhere.

But we live in a society governed by law now, and these youthful dreams of chivalry will eventually fade away.

All that remains is an emptiness in my heart.

When Zhou Han was little, he admired the swordsmen in martial arts movies.

I think they are very handsome and free, without any restrictions.

His chivalrous acts of helping the weak and punishing the wicked are truly admirable.

He had also imagined himself like those swordsmen, wandering the vast world with only his sword.

When faced with injustice, he would draw his sword with a resounding clang, strike a pose, and shout loudly—

"Thief! Let go of that girl!"

The bad guys will be so scared by their own imposing presence that they'll run away in terror.

But these were just periods when Zhou Han was acting a bit like a teenager, and the fantasies that came to mind were often criticized by her younger sister.

As the eldest son in his family, with a younger sister to take care of, Zhou Han had to mature as quickly as possible.

This dark fantasy had long been buried deep in his heart.

No one knew, and it was never mentioned to anyone.

Zhou Han was preoccupied with Gu Bai's matter and did not notice Sun Qi walking towards her.

When he noticed, Sun Qi also saw him.

Zhou Han felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously wanted to hide.

Because he had just had a long talk with Sun Qi not long ago, but now he was in this miserable state.

It's hard not to feel a little embarrassed to be seen like this now.

Sun Qi, who was in the crowd, was stunned when she saw Zhou Han. She felt a little strange. It was not yet time for school to end, so why did she run into Zhou Han?

After thinking for a moment, Sun Qi instructed his underlings to leave on their own. Once most of them had left, he approached Zhou Han.