Fire Starts a Prairie Fire

Before Li Xiuwen died, he held Zhou Shiwang's hand and told him that he had a younger brother in a remote town. His last wish was that Zhou Shiwang could bring his younger brother out of the small town. Zhou Shiwang grabbed his old friend's bloody hand and promised him that he would bring his brother out. After Li Xiuwen was buried, Zhou Shiwang took people to the remote town. It was almost dusk when the convoy arrived. Tired from the journey, Zhou Shiwang got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth and saw a ferocious wolf cub at the entrance of the alley. He was wearing a short-cut T-shirt and his hands were covered in blood. When he was tired from the fight, he leaned against the entrance of the alley, holding a cigarette and not touching the lighter. Dusk cut a dividing line between them, and the dim sunset poured down from the wolf cub's body. At that time, Zhou Shiwang only felt a little itchy between his fingers. He strode forward wearing a suit jacket and lit a cigarette for someone for the first time in his life. The wolf cub stood with him in the dusk, holding a cigarette in his mouth and asking him fiercely who he was. Zhou Shiwang smoked with him, lit his own, and chuckled: "Your brother asked me to pick you up." Li Xiuzhu had no nostalgia and left the small town with him, clumsily learning to take over Li Xiuwen's property. One day when he and Zhou Shiwang were sleeping in the same bed, he asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time: "My brother didn't ask you to take care of me until I got to bed." Zhou Shiwang stroked his brow bone with fascination and smiled slyly: "Of course not. It's just that I want to take care of him." Intention: Work hard to change the future