"It's not my own dress," Ye Shaofeng said.

"Not wearing it yourself. For whom to buy it. It won't be Phineas. He has a wife. I don't need you to buy clothes." Huo Xiaomei said.

"You know this guy, too. Or else. I'll go see him in a moment. You go with me. Let him see you. Maybe a little more comforting." Ye Shaofeng said. It occurred to him suddenly. When I let the artillery watch the scene in the hotel before. The artillery saw Huo Xiaomei's appearance for the first time. It's still very joyful. Visible. Huo Xiaomei should have a good impression in the heart of the artillery.

Artillery is a man who was killed by a bad woman. So. Ye Shaofeng wants to bring a good woman over. Send him off.

"I see. You're talking about artillery. He betrayed for ten years. in it. Let wear this kind of clothing. Don't you have to wear prison uniforms inside?" Huo Xiaomei asked.

"It's not been ten years. It's been changed to three days." Ye Shaofeng sighed. Said.

"Oh. He came out three days later. So you buy him clothes. I want him to be a new man after he comes out. But. How can the sentence be reversed? He made meritorious service in it and commuted his sentence. That's not going to go from 10 years to 3 days all at once." Huo Xiaomei asked.

"Three days later. He was sentenced to death." Ye Shaofeng said this heavily. Huo Xiaomei was stunned. It wasn't three days later that he came out. Instead, he was going to die in three days. This dress. In fact. It's the shroud of artillery. No wonder Ye Shaofeng didn't wear it when Huo Xiaomei asked Ye Shaofeng to try the size just now. It's been a long time. This is a shroud bought for someone else.

Ye Shaofeng drove a Land Rover. Huo Xiaomei went to prison together. Inside the visitation cell. Again saw the artillery . At this time. The artillery is still the same one from a few days ago. It's just that an anklet is added to the foot. Such death row prisoners. You carry these things on your feet.

"Brother Feng. Younger sister. You're here to see me off." The artillery spoke quietly. changed his thunderous personality in the past. People tend to be on the verge of death. will see their own shortcomings. will know the correction. Maybe someone thinks. It's too late. Actually, no. We are often on our deathbed. Look back on your own voice. will see the road of their own life clearly. will really see what kind of person you are.

Huo Xiaomei looked at the artillery. I couldn't help but cry. This kind of scene. Girls can't bear it. The man in front of him is going to die. A life is about to disappear from this world. There can be someone who sheds tears for him. It's also a blessing for artillery.

The artillery looked at Huo Xiaomei and looked at his tears. He knows. It's not because of feelings. It's because of empathy. In fact, sympathy is also a feeling. Merely. There's just one less faith. Feelings sublimated. It's a kind of faith. And sympathy sublimated. It's still sympathy.

Huo Xiaomei has only sympathy for artillery. These tears are also tears of sympathy. She really shouldn't have come here with Ye Shaofeng. See artillery. It's like seeing a miserable life.

My little sister has also been working on West Street for a long time. Artillery has long been known . Although there is no Ye Shaofeng. They won't recognize. But she also knows a lot about artillery. Knowing how hard it is for artillery to get through all the way. Even know. How many people on the road are calling him stupid and forceful. He deserves to be taken advantage of. The artillery itself did not think so. Still messing around. Those who yin him did not yin him. Instead, it was taken by a woman. by themselves. Give Yin dead.

If there is no Ye Shaofeng. They won't have an intersection in the hotel either. After all. Already recognized. Watching someone you know will face death. Huo Xiaomei thinks. It's a cruelty.

this society. It's very cruel in its first place. What you have to do is bear. Instead of shedding tears.

"Little sister. Don't cry. I'm not afraid of death. If I'm afraid of death. It's been a long time since I got mixed up." The artillery said with a smile. It can be seen. In these days. He thinks a lot. Figured it out a lot. I also saw a lot of things clearly.

Artillery is free without father and mother. Grew up in an orphanage. Originally, he was also a good student in school. It's just that I've been bullied all the time. Being teased. A bunch of people laughed at him for being a child without a home. A gang laughed at his poverty. Laugh at his loneliness.

When I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. The artillery just can't stand it anymore. took the bricks and slapped the table that had been teasing and taunting and bullying him. Hit a concussion. Later, he was sent to a juvenile detention center for adoption. In a juvenile detention center. Still being bullied. In the end, this kid couldn't bear it anymore. Fight back. Even inside the juvenile detention center. has become a big brother who is not afraid of heaven and earth. I also met a few younger brothers.

His entire teenage years. They were all spent in the juvenile detention center. At the age of sixteen. He came out. Came out with him. And a couple of brothers. The orphanage doesn't want him anymore. No school accepted him. No money. No status. No academic qualifications. No experience. Even. And another stain. This makes it impossible for artillery to survive at all.

And then. He collects waste with a few friends. Living by collecting waste. Although poor. But it's fulfilling. At least every time he goes out on a beat-up tricycle. It's enough to have a hope. A kind of gratitude. I'm grateful that I'm a free person now.

As a result of collecting scrap, they encroach on someone else's territory. Collect scrap at someone else's bow. So. I was beaten up by a bunch of scrap collectors. The tricycle was smashed. Their only livelihood was shattered.

Then. Looking at the brothers crying red eyes. Artillery had an idea. Then he said, "Brothers. Let's mix it up."

"How to mix. We all listen to you."

"It's simple." Talking. The artillery carried a plate-shaped. With a few of their brothers. I went to the house of the men who had beaten them before. After charging in. Don't say a word. Take the brick and shoot it on the head. Those who had beaten them before were hit by the artillery again. And. Badly beaten. After beating someone. Artillery, they have not forgotten to take away their money and belongings. He took everything he could.

With this hearty revenge. And also through violence to gain some economic sources. They feel. Mixing up is indeed a good idea.

And then. The gang began to go on a robbery. The way to theft. It's not an easy road to follow. Quite a few brothers of the artillery were caught. Some were even caught red-handed and beaten violently. Directly beaten into a cripple.

Although the end is miserable. But the artillery is still a mixed bag. Until finally this kid got mixed up on West Street. Because this kid fights violently. And regardless of life and death. So. Many people are afraid of him. Plus he's followed by a gang of outlaws. Artillery on West Street. Rise to fame......