Hong Kong Variety Show: My Boss Thirteenth Sister

After standing for a long time, Song Zihao calmed down, staring at Xiao Ma's back, and said softly: "Let's go, Xiao Ma! I'll take you back." Xiao Ma turned his head, his eyes hiding unwillingness, and said in a resolute tone: "I said, I don't need you to pity me, even if I lose a leg, I can still return to my original position!" "Xiao Ma, why are you doing this?" Song Zihao sighed slightly, looking at Xiao Ma with a complicated expression. "Go!" Xiao Ma looked at Song Zihao, his pupils revealing a kind of emptiness, with a disheartened and cold heart and a hint of unwillingness. Song Zihao shook his head gently: "I won't abandon you."

When Xiao Ma Ge heard Song Zihao's words, a glimmer of light seemed to appear in his confused eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me, but you were in prison for three years, three years. Do you know how I spent these three years?" Xiao Ma Ge's voice was choked with sobs and excitement. His hands were shaking. In his complex eyes, pain, anger and helplessness were intertwined. He could only shout loudly.

He didn't feel lost even though his legs were broken. He didn't care about being treated like a dog. No setbacks or difficulties could defeat him.

Because he knew there was still hope, he was waiting, waiting for someone, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for him to return to the top.

But now, his eyes were wet, and the shoulder he could rely on was no longer there. He could only look up at the starry sky.

He didn't want to sob or choke, but he really couldn't help it.

After licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Ma's eyes seemed to travel through the long river of time, thinking of the high spirits of the past, but the dream was wiped out, and Song Zihao's words broke his last line of defense.

Xiao Ma is like a horse, who can endure and lie down in the trough, but still has the desire to travel the world.

Looking at Xiao Ma's appearance, Song Zihao opened his mouth, with thousands of words in his heart, but in the end, they all turned into a long sigh: "I will not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes again."

After saying that, Song Zihao got into a taxi.

After lighting the engine, Song Zihao lowered the window and looked at Xiao Ma with a complicated look.

Xiao Ma sat back down, but did not get up. He just stared at the lights and wine below the mountain, his hands kept clenching, and he squeezed them into fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Xiao Ma's back, Song Zihao's heart was constantly struggling. The image of Ajie and Xiao Ma alternated in his mind. Finally, he touched the steering wheel and the figure of the car dealer appeared in his mind.

With a helpless sigh, Song Zihao drove away.

At this moment, Xiao Ma's back seemed so lonely.

The sound of the car leaving behind tore Xiao Ma's only remaining hope. He stared at the night sky with a numb look, touched his pocket, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and put one on his lips.

Then he touched his pocket and patted his trouser pocket, as if looking for something.

After searching for a while, Xiao Ma sighed a little lonely and prepared to take the cigarette off the corner of his mouth.

"Wait for me a while!" Jiang Lai spoke softly to Gangsheng.

Gangsheng didn't know what Jiang Lai was going to do, but just nodded obediently, and then found a stone to sit down.

Jiang Lai gave Gangsheng a reassuring look, and then walked towards Xiao Ma Ge.

Just as Xiao Ma Ge was about to take off his cigarette, footsteps sounded behind him.

Pah!

The flame ignited at the end of his cigarette, and the light of the lighter shone on Xiao Ma Ge's face.

Looking at the sudden flame, Xiao Ma Ge tilted his head in confusion.

A strange figure appeared in front of him. Xiao Ma Ge was a little confused, but he still lit the cigarette and took a deep breath: "Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

"Want one?" Although he didn't know Jiang Lai, Xiao Ma Ge still poured out a cigarette and handed it to Jiang Lai.

"Okay!" Jiang Lai took the cigarette handed by Xiao Ma Ge, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath, and the smoke overflowed from his lips and fingers.

Jiang Lai sat next to Xiao Ma Ge casually, without saying a word, and the two of them just looked at Victoria Harbour quietly at night.

After a while, Xiao Ma Ge looked up at the dark night sky. His eyes were numb with scars all over his body. It seemed that all his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness no longer existed for him. His heart was like a wasteland.

Alas!

Jiang Lai sighed at Xiao Ma Ge.

"After all, a few people really got a deer, but they didn't know that they were dreaming of being a fish all day long!" Jiang Lai said.

Breaking the tranquility of the night and the dull atmosphere, he said a poem that Xiao Ma Ge couldn't understand.

Xiao Ma Ge looked at him in confusion when he heard Jiang Lai's voice.

"In this world, how many people can really get what they want? Fantasizing about being like a fish in water is just a daydream." Jiang Lai explained to Xiao Ma Ge what he meant.

Jiang Lai said it to Xiao Ma Ge, but in fact, he also said it to himself.

People in the world pursue power, status and money, and he just wants to find that ray of truth. He always feels that he is in this world, just like a small boat floating in the long river of time and space, drifting freely, but he doesn't know where he comes from or where he is going.

"Who are you,,,,?" Jiang Lai's appearance and his temperament that is out of tune with the world aroused Xiao Ma Ge's curiosity.

"My name is Jiang Lai!" Jiang Lai spoke lightly, and when he spoke, he just stared at the blurred night sky.

"Jiang Lai?" When Xiao Ma heard Jiang Lai's words, his eyes shrank and his body was slightly defensive.

Jiang Lai nodded gently, and at the same time signaled him not to be nervous.

In Hong Kong Island now, it is estimated that no one does not know Jiang Lai's name.

"Don't you regret it?" Jiang Lai patted his artificial leg under Xiao Ma's surprised eyes and asked him.

Xiao Ma lowered his head and looked at Jiang Lai's hand with a complicated expression, but still shook his head gently.

"Hate him?" Jiang Lai looked in the direction where Song Zihao left and continued to ask.

"I have never hated him, not before, and not now." Xiao Ma knew who Jiang Lai was talking about, and answered very frankly.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath, patted Xiao Ma's shoulder, and nodded in appreciation.

"Do you want to take back everything that belongs to you!" Jiang Lai stared at Xiao Ma, his tone slightly solemn.

Xiao Ma Ge raised his eyelids, looked at Jiang Lai, and then looked into the distance: "I think about it, I think about it even in my dreams!"

After saying that, Xiao Ma Ge lay down directly, put his hands under his head, stared at the night sky, and a trace of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll help you!" Jiang Lai also looked at the night sky, where the stars were bright, but also extremely deep.

Xiao Ma Ge sat up suddenly when he heard Jiang Lai's words, raised his head, and stared at Jiang Lai with a pair of shining eyes.

Jiang Lai didn't say anything, just nodded gently, his eyes were deep, like the starry sky, full of mystery.