My name is Kayai, a native of Beijing. I served as a soldier when I was young.
When I returned from the army and returned to Beijing, I never thought that I would enter the world of martial arts. In Beijing at that time, there were dinner rules, brothers had brotherly feelings, and face was not something that was shouted out, but was sustained one by one.
Wang Ruijun's phone call pulled me out of Ansheng's life.
Lao Ji said that when people hang out in Sijiu City, they should not just look at who has the loudest voice, but also look at who dares to stand firm on things. Yaodong did not bow his head, Ding Jian did not step back, Han Seng, Zuo Shuai, Xiao Xian, Ma San, Li Zhengguang, each of their names later became people that I could not get around in my life.
In those years, I saw the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and I also saw brothers risking their lives to protect themselves.
Some people gave me a respectful compliment, while others scolded me behind my back for being disrespectful.
But I always remember one sentence: Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but Jianghu is about human relations. When a brother is in trouble, I can't pretend not to hear; when a friend delivers a message, I can't make people feel cold.
This is my story.
It's also the story of the brothers in Sijiucheng.
