The Prison He Gave

[Sober and sinking art student × year, upper-belly gangster in the Beijing circle] The year I met Zhou Tingshen, I was nineteen years old, and I was making jokes in the "heaven and the earth", while he decided life and death in the top box talking and laughing. He picked me up from the mud, washed me, and placed me under the brightest light. Give me money, give me a name, give me everything, but don't give me dignity. Friends say he is like an abyss, and if you approach it, you will be doomed. But my mother was waiting for exorbitantly priced medicine to extend her life, so I had no choice. Later, I became his most proud "work" and also his most difficult problem. He seeks the beauty of depravity in me, and I practice sober sinking in his eyes. Everyone in Beijing said that Mr. Zhou had a canary that could only bite people. He just laughed, but at night he pinched my chin and warned me: "Lin Xi, I gave you your wings. If you want to fly, you must get my permission."