dmims Chapter 31 Time passes and never returns; the past can only be savored.
Chapter 31 Time passes and never returns; the past can only be savored.
Inside an old-style low-rise building on Temple Street.
An old man wearing a white vest and with a benevolent expression pushed open the door and entered Blind Hui's house.
He sat down on the sofa with practiced ease and picked up a newspaper to read.
Seeing that Xiao Hui had finished cleaning the room, he opened the door.
He then politely turned his head and said to Blind Hui, who was lying on the sofa beside him:
"Handsome, it's your turn to play."
Xiao Hui's business is good today. She just finished serving the previous customer and another customer came in.
Blind Hui, who was beside him, pretended not to hear anything and lay quietly to the side.
He had no choice but to get up and go inside.
Two minutes later.
The red light on the simple sign at the entrance that read "Big-breasted Girls" was off.
This means that Xiaohui has finished her workday.
kitchen.
Xiao Hui, who had changed her clothes, complained to Mang Hui while cooking.
"That last big fat guy today, Ice and Fire wasn't satisfied, he wanted to come from behind."
"I disagreed, but he thought it was too expensive. In the end, it only took two minutes to get it done, didn't it?"
"These kinds of people are the most annoying."
Xiao Hui poured out her troubles from work that day without reservation.
……
Blind Hui simply sat on a small stool, watching Xiao Hui and listening silently.
He would respond to Xiaohui with a smile from time to time.
He thought about it for a long time today and made a decision in his heart.
After making this decision, he felt that he had figured out many things.
after awhile.
At a simple dining table.
Under the dim, yellowish light.
As Xiao Hui added vegetables to Mang Hui's bowl, which was already full of rice, she asked:
"How's business today?"
Mang Hui raised his head, which had been bowing to eat, and smiled slightly at Xiao Hui.
Xiao Hui, on the other hand, gazed at Mang Hui with a touch of doting affection.
If a blind man doesn't speak, it's usually because he hasn't made much money or something happened that day.
But she didn't care.
Unlike other men, Blind Hui didn't just want her body.
Instead of finding her dirty, he felt sorry for her and cared about her.
Suddenly, Blind Hui choked on a mouthful of rice and felt uncomfortable.
It was probably the kick in the stomach from the blue hat that afternoon that caused the nausea.
Xiao Hui's expression turned tense. Looking at Mang Hui's somewhat bruised face, she asked:
"Did they hit you again?"
Blind Hui shook his head in denial and smiled at her, which reassured Xiao Hui a little.
After swallowing the food in his mouth,
He put down the bowl, took out a wad of cash he had "earned" that day from his pocket, and handed it to Xiao Hui with a smile.
"So many?"
Xiao Hui was a little surprised. She took the money and counted it. It totaled 2,380 yuan.
Normally, Blind Hui would earn at most a few dozen or a hundred yuan a day.
In those days, the median wage on Hong Kong Island was around 1,700 or 1,800, and the average wage was even lower.
This money was a huge sum for Blind Hui.
"Where did you get so much money? Did Yanchanle make you take the blame again?"
Xiao Hui looked at Mang Hui with concern and asked.
Originally, Yan Chanle had given two thousand dollars to Blind Hui to take the blame for him, but Xiao Hui told Blind Hui to pretend to be sick so that he could escape.
Therefore, she is very sensitive to this number.
Instead of his usual smiling and shaking his head in denial, Mang Hui unusually spoke up:
"No, my distant cousin is opening a shop in Jordan and needs help, so he asked me to come. This is the advance payment he made."
This was a lie that Blind Hui had spent several hours fabricating; he had practiced it many times in front of thin air before going home.
Xiao Hui was both surprised and delighted.
Surprisingly, it was rare for Blind Hui to say so much at once, and so fluently at that.
The good news is that it wasn't money to buy their lives, and their lives seem to be improving.
Blind Hui stared at Xiao Hui with a serious expression and asked:
"I'm going to work first thing tomorrow morning. Once I've made a lot of money, I'll get you an ID card, okay?"
Xiao Hui held back her tears and hugged Mang Hui tightly.
Her tears fell uncontrollably, dripping onto Blind Hui's faded T-shirt.
Blind Hui also reached out and hugged her.
The two star-crossed lovers clung tightly to each other, neither speaking a word, their hearts filled with countless thoughts.
Xiao Hui recalled the night before she was smuggled to Hong Kong Island.
She accidentally killed her drunken, abusive husband, and then, in a daze, was smuggled to Hong Kong Island by her family, arriving in Temple Street, a place she knew no one.
It was Blind Hui who took pity on her and gave her some food. The house she lives in now also belongs to Blind Hui.
Xiao Hui felt extremely grateful.
She was a very simple woman; all she wanted was to live a normal life with Blind Hui.
Blind Hui was also reminiscing.
Even when the whole world was bullying him, Xiao Hui, such a beautiful woman, never looked down on him, never scolded him, and never hit him...
He planned to use his limited resources to help Xiao Hui settle down in Hong Kong.
This will free her from the fear of being checked by the police or being deported.
He thought he had been chosen by Gao Qiang to take the blame, or to commit murder.
He didn't believe that a gang leader would help him or be kind to him for no reason.
He felt that Gao Qiang, like Yan Chanle and Li Yongsen, approached him only to use him for their own purposes.
Moreover, there's no escaping this time; the Wo Luen Shing Society is far more powerful than the Cheung Lok Society.
Rather than doing that, it's better to use your remaining energy to do one last thing for Xiaohui.
Blind Hui didn't know when he started to see things this way.
The transition from boy to man is never a slow process.
Rather, it's experiencing a particular moment—perhaps birth, aging, sickness, and death; perhaps joy and sorrow, separation and reunion; perhaps the decline of a family's fortunes…
Suddenly at a certain moment.
He transformed from a naive and immature boy into a mature and taciturn man.
It didn't give them any time to react before the transformation was complete.
After the meal.
Bed.
The two embraced.
This time, however, it was Blind Hui who held Xiao Hui in his arms, humming Xiao Hui's favorite song:
Time flies and never returns; the past can only be reminisced about.
"I remember my childhood sweetheart, the two of us inseparable day and night."
……
Both of them slept soundly that night.
……
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Blind Hui secretly kissed Xiao Hui, then tiptoed away from home.
With his blue shoulder bag on his back, he wandered around the tea restaurants and breakfast stalls where he could sell smuggled cigarettes.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly today. The shop owners who would usually haggle with him or ask for credit were unusually polite today.
Instead of calling him Blind Hui as usual, they addressed him as Brother Hui with unusual warmth.
He earned the money he used to make in half a day in just two hours after he left home.
"Hey, Brother Hui."
The goose with dyed yellow feathers yawned and swaggered through the city with his henchmen. When he saw Blind Hui, he actually took the initiative to wave and greet him.
Blind Hui instinctively turned to the side, avoiding eye contact with him, his hands tightly protecting his blue shoulder bag filled with confiscated cigarettes.
Goose Head walked straight up to Blind Hui and said:
"Brother Hui, it's my goose head."
Seeing that Blind Hui ignored him, he took out fifty Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and handed it to Blind Hui.
"Brother Hui, take a pack of Red Marlboro cigarettes, and use the rest to pay for yesterday's pack of cigarettes."
Blind Hui frowned slightly, wondering what this gangster was up to.
But when others are about to die, they are not so afraid anymore. They snatch the money from the goose's hand and stuff it into their pocket.
Then Blind Hui handed him a pack of Red Marquis cigarettes and thirty Hong Kong dollars.
Goose Head frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"I already paid for that pack of cigarettes yesterday."
After saying that, Mang Hui turned and left.
This left Goose Head somewhat at a loss.
Gao Qiang had instructed him to take care of Blind Hui; it was his duty.
He thought that Blind Hui would use Gao Qiang's name to show off, but he didn't expect that Blind Hui would take the initiative to forgive and forget.
Goose Head was somewhat moved, and turned to his brothers behind him, saying:
"Spread the word: Blind Hui is my brother. Anyone who dares to touch him is touching my head."
"Yes."
The henchmen behind him answered in unison.
Thinking to myself, "The boss is indeed a big shot; his mind works really fast."
Blind Hui is Qiang Ge's half-brother. If Boss and Blind Hui are brothers, then Boss and Qiang Ge are also brothers. Does that mean Qiang Ge is also my Boss?
Although the area where Goose Head's word is effective is limited to a few alleys in Temple Street.
However, it also made Blind Hui's business much better.
However, from his perspective, these were all incentives Gao Qiang offered to make him take the blame honestly, and he figured he might as well take them.
He used to have a childhood friend named Big Head, who was involved in the Hung Hing triad. Big Head took the blame for the boss and had only been in jail for two or three years.
I heard that before taking the blame for the big boss, the big boss said some very nice things.
Find him the best lawyer, sentence him to two or three years at most, and then let him rise to a high position as a big shot when he gets out.
The results of it?
My childhood friend was sentenced to eight years.
In the past two or three years, the bigwigs have never visited him or paved the way for him in prison.
I heard he had a very tough time in prison.
He was filled with anxiety the whole way, his mind swirling with many questions.
How many years will I have to go in there?
Will Xiaohui be able to wait until I get out?
……
With a heavy heart, Blind Hui arrived at Dream Paris.