Rose of Heaven

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Lin Jingmo thought that she should persuade Zhou Yanzheng to go back and see his father, and she wanted to refuse.
However, Zhou Fei found a glimmer of hope from Lin Jingmo's brief silence. She said incoherently: "He will die there sooner or later if he continues like this! His father is gone, I can't let him get into trouble, and I have no choice but to come to your girl, please help me..."
Zhou Yanzheng's father Zhou Hao died ten days ago.
He left in a hurry, so anxious that he couldn't see his son for the last time.
Lin Jingmo hurried down from upstairs and took a taxi to the address Zhou Fei gave her.
This is the famous urban-rural junction of Donggang, surrounded by colorful neon signs everywhere, selling cheap noise and colors.
Lin Jingmo wore a baseball cap and a mask, but even so, she couldn't hide her slender figure. The curved curves tied by the belt of her coat were mixed in this chaos and looked out of place.
Following the address given by  Zhou, she turned around and walked to a dark alley. In the dark alley, there was a sign less than half a square meter flashing with two words on it, "Boxing Gym".
She walked to the door, which was a staircase leading down.
Aunt  Zhou told her that Zhou Yanzheng had been fighting underground boxing matches here, which had lasted for a week since the day he left Zhou Hao's funeral.
Going down step by step, the heavy sound that was almost inaudible at the door began to slowly echo in the corridor. After going down
the stairs, turning left, and passing a corridor of about ten meters, there was a glass door that looked very old. The glass door was blurred and the scene inside could not be seen. There was a table next to the door. Behind the table, a woman who looked to be in her thirties was playing a small game on her mobile phone.
The woman's eyes darkened, and she said skillfully without raising her head: "The admission fee is ten yuan. Scan the code to pay, no cash is accepted."
Lin Jingmo took out her mobile phone to scan the QR code on the table. The deposit reminder sounded, and the woman glanced at the person who came in the gap between the game failures, but only saw Lin Jingmo's back, and she followed him with her eyes.
I thought angrily that for some people, you can feel the difference just by looking at their backs.
The glass door opened, and there were a few sandbags hanging in the lobby, and only two or three were training. The yellow-haired man sitting on the sofa was talking to someone, and he glanced at the door. Lin Jingmo's beautiful eyes under her baseball cap were like the bright moon. He jumped up to greet her , and his attitude was very attentive.
But he didn't need to lead the way. Lin Jingmo followed the source of the sound and walked to another staircase.
On the second floor underground, the moment the gate opened, a strange world rushed in, and the heat and sound waves resonated together, sweeping people's senses.
The ring in the middle of the field was surrounded by people, three layers inside and three layers outside. There was a glass stand on the left side of the ring, probably for VIP customers.
Amid the excited shouts and cheers of the audience, Lin Jingmo's ears caught the sound of fists hitting each other in the reverberation.
She couldn't see the ring, and didn't know who was fighting for his life on it.
Until now, Lin Jingmo has been in this arena of flesh and blood and strength competition, she still can't believe why Zhou Yanzheng would choose to exile himself here.
In her impression, Zhou Yanzheng is like a breeze, a crescent moon, he should be at the end of the world, licking his wounds in a lonely and uninhabited place.
Zhou Fei told her that Zhou Yanzheng's name here is Xi Lin.
Xi Lin, the most famous man in this underground boxing ring, and even in the entire Donggang underground boxing ring in recent days. He is silent and gentle, handsome, thin, and looks only about 140 to 50 pounds, but he can beat a 200-pound heavyweight boxer without any chance to fight back, but he does not rely on skills and strength, but purely on his life.
He can expose his weaknesses, lead the opponent to punch, and then endure the huge pain to counterattack. This kind of fighting style is the most physically exhausting in the boxing ring. No one will do this unless it is absolutely necessary, but he does it every time.
Such men are rare, but not non-existent. Usually they are in great need of large appearance fees and bonuses in a short period of time. In other words, only poor people will do this. But Xi Lin is not poor. Although no one knows his real name and situation, everyone can see that he is not poor. There is no sadness and restraint on his face that is poor, nor is there the desperate gamble of someone who makes money by risking his life. It seems that he just thinks his life is too long.
Lin Jingmo turned around and asked the yellow-haired man behind him: "Is Xi Lin on the ring now?"
The yellow-haired man heard that it was another person who came to find Xi Lin. There were few female spectators in this kind of place, but there were also some. In the past two days, several women have taken a fancy to Xi Lin's beauty and came to find him privately.
He lost half of his interest and said lazily: "It was him in the last game. He should be in the locker room now."
The locker room is on the right side of the field, connected to the toilet and bathroom.
All the players are men, and there is only one locker room.
Lin Jingmo pushed open the door of the locker room and saw a row of cabinets and low stools, and another row of cabinets behind them. She seemed to be able to hear his breathing, but how could she hear it at this distance?
Lin Jingmo's heart was pounding, and she walked slowly around the low stools, moving little by little.
When they reached the corner, just one step away, there seemed to be invisible glass blocking their way. Lin Jingmo suddenly felt scared, but she was not afraid of seeing the side of him that was different from the one she remembered as Teacher Zhou. She was afraid that she would feel endless pity and hesitation for this side of Zhou Yanzheng.
She stood there for several minutes in silence.
Zhou Yanzheng sat on a low stool against the wall. He had seen the shadow a long time ago, but he didn't take it seriously. The pain in his body reminded him that he was still alive, while the people who cared about him the most in the world were all dead.
He gulped down a bottle of mineral water. The cold water flowed through his chest, as if it merged with the blood and penetrated into all the blood vessels. Zhou Yanzheng felt a near-death pleasure from the pain.
He looked up at the ceiling for a while, and when he was about to stand up, his eyes stopped.
The shadow was still there.
Its owner was silent.
Zhou Yanzheng's eyebrows gradually gathered together, staring closely at the dark color projected on the ground, with a strange light in his eyes.
His heavy and turbid breathing due to pain and exhaustion gradually disappeared in this locker room.
The air was like death.
"Xi Lin, I bought you medicine!"
A sweet female voice tore through the silence.
Lin Jingmo heard the door open again, and someone behind her called him: "Xi Lin..."
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