The Years I Have Walked Through

The day I went to the city to join my cousin with 3,000 yuan collected by the whole village, I discovered that he was kneeling and kowtowing to others in the rental house, calling the man with a sinister face "big brother". The first social lesson: I thought my cousin was a respectable person who was prosperous in the city, but he turned out to be a bastard who treats people like dogs, and he asked me to follow him to serve people tea and water? The city I thought of was factory assembly lines, dormitories, and a stable life that could be earned with both hands. But what I encountered was calculations, betrayal, steel pipe machetes, the humiliation of being pressed to the ground and being rubbed, and a quagmire where even breathing had to be careful. The cousin said: "This place eats people. You can either be a wolf or be the meat eaten by wolves." I remember. From the fists on the assembly line to the swordsmanship at nightclubs; from the living in the urban villages to the secret wars in the business district; from the country boy who is at the mercy of others, to the feared "wild brother". I just want to make enough money to build a new house for my parents back home, but this city is forcing me step by step into what they fear most. This is my life in the martial arts world, a way out for a country boy to fight with his blood and life in the concrete jungle.