Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Seeing the spoiled food on the table, Xiao Shuai felt as though his heart was being fiercely clenched.

He knew very well that his mother was blind and had difficulty moving, mainly relying on him to support her.

In the three months he was in the detention center, how could the little money left at home be enough?

He could almost imagine how his mother divided one meal into several to eat.

In darkness and solitude, who knows how much suffering she endured to get through these ninety odd days and nights.

A huge wave of guilt and heartache surged in his heart like a tide.

Xiao Shuai abruptly turned his head away, not wanting his mother to notice.

He wiped the warm moisture from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears, still uncontrollably, flowed through his fingers.

Li Guifen did not know her son's thoughts, she just rambled on:

"Ren, although sailing can earn money, it's too hard and too dangerous."

"A few days ago, I asked Aunt Wang next door to find some jobs for you. Although they're hard work, they are stable."

She paused, her voice lowering a bit, carrying a cautious and negotiating tone:

"Mainly carrying goods at the dock warehouse, or swinging a big hammer at a construction site, what do you think...?"

Actually, Li Guifen knew as well, her son was uneducated, without a proper background, and burdened by his blind mother; finding a respectable job was as tough as climbing the sky.

So she spoke very gently, afraid of hurting her son's self-esteem.

Listening to his mother's words, Xiao Shuai felt a mix of emotions in his heart.

He forced himself to perk up, gave his face a vigorous wipe, and said with a smile:

"Mom, I earned quite a bit from sailing this time. In a couple of days, I'll take you to a big hospital to check your eyes, maybe they can be treated!"

Li Guifen waved her hand, her voice carrying a tone of resigned calmness:

"My eyes have been this way for years, I've long given up, whether I can see or not, life goes on the same."

"As long as you stay safe, find a stable job, don't fool around like before, and bring home a wife, mom will be content in this lifetime."

After experiencing so much, and enduring three months in the detention center.

Xiao Shuai desired stability more than ever, wanting to openly and honestly give his mother a good life.

He secretly swore in his heart, nodding earnestly:

"Mom, don't worry, I know what to do."

The mother and son talked for a while longer, mostly Li Guifen giving advice, Xiao Shuai responding.

The night gradually deepened.

Xiao Shuai saw the fatigue on his mother's face and persuaded:

"Mom, it's getting late, you should rest first, I'll take a bath and sleep too."

Li Guifen nodded, groped around, and returned to the inner room.

Xiao Shuai filled a basin with cold water in the main room, took off the branded casual jacket given by Secretary Liu, revealing a body full of bruises.

He simply wiped off the blood and sweat, then changed into old clothes at home.

Then, he lay down on another creaking plank bed.

He lay with his eyes open, staring dazedly at the large patches of mold spread across the damp ceiling.

His mind was a mess, thinking of all sorts of things.

From Chen Chen's cooperation proposal, to that mysterious expert, and his mother's hopeful eyes...

Scenes flashed before his eyes.

His body tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time.

But ultimately, he couldn't resist the fatigue and shock from recent days, his eyelids grew heavier.

Soon, even breathing slightly heavier, snores began to sound.

Xiao Shuai and Li Guifen's room wasn't exactly two separate rooms, only separated by a thin curtain.

The room was silent, only the uneven breathing of the mother and son echoed back and forth in the small space.

In the distance, occasionally a few feeble barks of stray dogs would break the silence, adding a touch of desolation to the quiet night.

Unknown how much time passed.

A figure silently appeared in the room.

In the darkness, the visitor's eyes glowed frighteningly, faintly tinged with a blood-red gleam.

A few strands of cool moonlight squeezed through the gaps in the worn-out curtains.

Just enough to illuminate his face's white mask, menacing and terrifying, like an evil ghost.

The figure lifted the curtain and walked to the side of Xiao Shuai's bed, looking down at the snoring, defenselessly sleeping Xiao Shuai.

The gaze behind the mask flickered slightly.

As if hesitating over something, or weighing the pros and cons.

"Cough, cough—"

From behind the curtain, a slight cough from Li Guifen was heard.

The figure shuddered, his actions momentarily frozen.

After a moment, the hint of hesitation in his eyes gradually disappeared, eventually turning to calm.

He didn't disturb anyone, his figure flickered, and he silently exited the room.

Just like when he appeared, abrupt and mysterious.

The nights in the urban village were always particularly quiet.

The low houses interlocked, narrow alleys crisscrossed like a web.

A figure stood quietly in a dark corner, blending into the night's shadows like a ghost.

"Phew..."

Fang Cheng exhaled lightly, looking up at the distant night sky, reeled off bright lights.

Even in the deepest night, the city center remained bustling and lively, music never ceasing.

In sharp contrast to the ruinous darkness beneath his feet, like two completely different worlds.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, shaking his head slightly.

Ultimately, he ended up like Ma Donghe, unable to become an Assassin.

Originally, he could easily take his life while the other was sleeping, completely eliminating this potential threat.

But when he slipped into that simple room, heard the conversation between Xiao Shuai and his mother, and saw the scene of them relying on each other for survival.