Start the liver experience with push-ups

Wen Xin lay slumped over the mouth of a trash can.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the beer cans mixed among a pile of plastic bags.

She felt a surge of excitement, but her height was insufficient, and her arms were too short. After several attempts, she still couldn't reach them.

The weather was somewhat gloomy and changeable.

Although the sun had peeked out for a while, it was still rather chilly.

Passersby hurried along, rushing to work, and no one paid attention to her actions.

"Almost..."

"Just a little more..."

She gritted her teeth, trying again to stand on tiptoe, straining her fingers downwards.

Just then.

A large hand reached in and snatched the beer can.

Wen Xin was startled and quickly straightened up, looking over in bewilderment.

Her eyes were fixed on the can worth two mao, and her heart ached a little.

When she looked up at the person who had taken her treasure, she froze.

"If you encounter this kind of situation in the future, just overturn the trash can. Get what you need first."

A tall, thin young man with short, choppy hair spoke.

Then he bent down, picked up a discarded burlap sack, and helped her put the cans into it.

Her treasure was recovered.

But Wen Xin didn't care.

She just stared blankly at the young man who had suddenly appeared.

Her small face was slightly tense, a little nervous, and inexplicably happy.

When she gave her statement at the police station that day, she had learned the name of the person before her.

His name was Fang Cheng, Fang as in upright, Cheng as in honest.

Fang Cheng hefted the bag.

It was light, indicating that today's scavenging harvest was meager.

So he turned to look at the little girl standing beside him.

"Haven't had breakfast yet?"

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shook her head.

"I haven't eaten either. How about we eat something together?"

As he spoke, he shook the full bag in his hand.

"No need, I've already eaten..."

Wen Xin still insisted on shaking her head.

But her small hands, chapped with frostbite, twisted at the hem of her clothes, and she lowered her head, not daring to linger for even a second.

"Let's go, I bought a lot, I can't possibly finish it all."

Seeing her so ill at ease, Fang Cheng simply picked up the burlap sack from the ground and walked forward without another word.

Seeing this, Wen Xin had no choice but to follow behind, wringing her small hands.

Fang Cheng got another plastic bag from a nearby shop and put four meat-filled buns and a bag of soy milk together.

Then, without giving her a chance to refuse, he stuffed it into her hands.

The two sat in front of a small flower bed next to the tenement building.

Golden sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dark clouds, shining on them and bringing a little warmth.

Fang Cheng took a bite of the juicy, meat-filled bun, chewing constantly and exhaling a satisfied breath through his nostrils.

Working out hard every day and enjoying food to the fullest, this kind of life is truly fulfilling!

Seemingly infected by his eating habits.

Wen Xin, who was sitting awkwardly beside him, finally couldn't help but reach her dirty little hand into the bag for a meat-filled bun.

Fang Cheng smiled when he saw this.

It was obvious that she was really hungry, but she still swallowed it in small bites, as if afraid of attracting the attention of others.

"Your name is Wen Xin, right?"

"Mm."

Hearing Fang Cheng's question, Wen Xin immediately looked up, stopping the chewing motion in her mouth, looking at him timidly.

Then, as if remembering something, she specifically explained:

"Wen is the Wen in gentle, Xin is the Xin in flourishing, not the Xin in happy."

Fang Cheng smiled:

"I know, anyway, they both mean happy."

Wen Xin had a serious expression:

"I also know your name."

Fang Cheng wasn't surprised.

This girl had moved with her mother to Old Factory Street, and the rented house was in the same building as his.

It could be said that the two of them would be neighbors who saw each other often.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng glanced at the thin, worn clothes she was wearing, as well as her small face covered in dust.

This innocent age should be spent in school, not scavenging and earning a living on her own.

"Besides your mother, are there any other people in your family?

Fang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

Wen Xin was carefully continuing to eat.

Hearing this, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her body seemed to stiffen.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her worn-out leather shoes that revealed her toes, and there were faint tears in her long eyelashes.

Fang Cheng knew he had misspoke and didn't ask any further.

Then he gently handed her the soy milk with the straw inserted.

Wen Xin quickly thanked him, but didn't drink it.

She only ate one bun and said she was already full.

She looked at Fang Cheng with a pleading expression, hoping to take the rest home and save it for lunch.

Fang Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse, so he got up and walked with her towards the tenement building.

Wen Xin's rented house was located in the basement.

Standing at the entrance of the stairwell and looking down, it was dark and gloomy, and sunlight could hardly reach it.

Fang Cheng was about to say goodbye to her and continue upstairs.

But he heard a burst of noise coming from below, as well as the sound of kicking and banging on the iron door.

Hearing this sound, Wen Xin's face showed a look of panic, and she stood frozen in place.

Fang Cheng also frowned slightly and stopped.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"You bitch, you think you can rely on the San Lang Gang and hide in this kind of place and be okay?"

"Brother Biao said, either hand over 100,000 yuan for the transfer fee, or take your daughter away to pay off the debt!"

The shouting was very arrogant, and the volume was so loud that it could almost be heard on the top floor.

Pa ta!

The fluorescent light in the basement passage was turned on.

The dim light illuminated the appearance of the three men who were kicking and cursing at the door.

It also illuminated the figures of a young man and a little girl at the entrance.

"What are you doing?"

The young man spoke, his eyes staring at them with unusual brightness and sharpness.

The three men who looked like gangsters immediately stopped their disturbing behavior and turned their gazes to him.

"Damn, I haven't even asked you yet, and you're asking us?"

A burly man with a fat body waved his fist and walked forward.

"This kid looks very arrogant, is he from the San Lang Gang?"

Another one, with a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, looking very relaxed and carefree.

"Judging by his posture, he probably is. Let Da Sha test his mettle."

The last person was wearing a vest in the middle of winter, revealing his tattooed arms, and he was also shaking a dagger in his hand.

It seemed that having a weapon in hand gave him a bit more arrogant confidence.

Shua!

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the dim corridor, like a flash of lightning.

The burly man who waved his fist fell headfirst and fell asleep with a muffled "bang."

The cigarette butt in Xiaosage's mouth was blown out directly by the wind.

The dagger in the tattooed man's hand disappeared instantly, and was instead held by another hand, pressed against his own neck.

The two of them trembled, and looked closely.

They saw that the young man who had been standing in front of the corridor had suddenly appeared beside them.

The movements were so fast and unbelievable that people couldn't react at all.

"Da...Da...Big brother, please don't be impulsive, be careful, don't hurt your little brother..."

The tattooed man, regaining his senses, couldn't help but stammer, and his attitude instantly became extremely humble.

The cigarette in Xiaosage's mouth fell to the ground, and he also swallowed hard.

Knowing that he had met a top master today!