Wherever You Can

There is not a single bone in your body that is right. This was the first thing Lu Xiao said to Su Wantang. At that time, he was just an athlete who ran away from Lianshan Village in Qingyuan, with two thousand yuan in his pocket and a copper key that opened an unknown door. Su Wantang was lying on that bed, and her waist had not been touched for two years and seven months. When Lu Xiao's thumb pressed on her sacroiliac joint, her shoulders slumped half an inch. That was the "first hit" of his career. Later, he went to Ersha Island for personal training, to the Financial City headquarters, and to the abandoned building materials market in Panyu. He used his hands to touch the bones to determine how long a person had hidden injuries - Jin Lan had a migraine, Han Changfeng had been disabled for twenty years, and Qin Lan had not spoken in three years. Everyone he touched said the same thing to him: Why are your hands so hot? Some people call him "from the countryside", some people call him "The God of Hands", and some people brought 30 people to destroy the place on the anniversary of his store. He stood in the middle of the hall, took his right hand out of his pocket, palm up, and what he said was later screenshotted and posted on a hot search—— "You have studied for four years and I have studied for six years. You have been practicing black boxing for twenty years and I have touched the bones of three hundred people. Your hands have killed people and my hands have saved people. Today you touch me and try it out - see whether your hands are faster in killing people or I am stronger in saving lives." He finally stood on the top of Guangzhou Tower. The key in his pocket—the brass key that had been stuffed since he was a baby—he took with him to Beijing. No. 7 Dongjiaomin Lane. The door opened. The key was left in the keyhole. Intention: Use hands to replace words - this is what Lu Xiao taught everyone. Some people speak with their mouths, some with their eyes. Lu Xiao spoke with his hands. His fingers worked better than any other comfort when they pressed on someone's bones. This book is about: When a person no longer believes in his body, is there another pair of hands to help him remember it again? Su Wantang hadn't had her waist touched for two years and seven months, so she thought she was broken. Jin Lan hasn't had her neck touched in three years, so she thought pain was normal. Qin Lan hadn't spoken in three years, and she thought her voice had disappeared forever. Lu Xiao told them with his hands: You are not broken. Your body just forgot how to use it. At the same time, this is also the story of how a person who ran away from the mountains took root in the city. From Lianshan Village in Qingyuan to the top of Guangzhou Tower, he always had a copper key in his pocket that opened an unknown door. He doesn't rely on his father, luck, or words - only his hands. What this book wants to say is: It doesn't matter where you come from, it's what you've done with your hands that matters. It doesn't matter what others call you, people you touch will remember your temperature. And the last sentence - what you think is the end is just the starting point for others.