The smell of the garbage dump in the east of the city is unparalleled—the smell of putrid smell mixed with mildew, which can make people roll their eyes when the wind blows. Pei Cheng squatted in front of a pile of discarded appliances with an almost-burned cigarette in his mouth. He was playing with a rusty copper lump in his hand, and muttered: "Damn it, I'm so unlucky today. I've spent most of the day with just this little bit of rags. What's enough? Even buying two steamed buns is not enough to fill the gap between my teeth."
This guy looks like a typical street gangster, his hair is as messy as a chicken coop, his coat is stained with oil, and his trousers have a big tear in them, revealing an old scar on his ankle. In terms of fighting, he is not the best, but he is famous for his foul mouth and quick hands. He has done a lot of deception and deception. With his rudimentary Huo Yuan Gong, he can make a living around the garbage dump in the east of the city.
Three years ago, he was not so depressed. At that time, he had a wife named Lin Qingyi. She was handsome and soft-tempered. She was good at washing and cooking, and she never thought he was poor. But Pei Cheng was having a headache at that time, and always felt that Lin Qingyi was boring. She was silent all day long, and she didn't coax him like other women. In addition, when his life was not going well, he took out all his anger on her, hitting and scolding her at every turn, calling her a broom star, scolding her for being poor and unable to change her attitude. In the end, Lin Qingyi couldn't bear it anymore, handed in the divorce papers, packed a small baggage and left. When she left, she didn't even complain, only a pair of eyes as cold as ice.
