It's not as easy as I thought to become a bad person.

Countless trials, countless levels, each one more difficult than the last.

Especially the test of conscience.

So, I always intentionally or unintentionally seek trouble.

Every time I am beaten to the brink of collapse, when I feel like I can't go on anymore, I think of my grandfather.

I think of the countless scorching summers and freezing winters, when he dragged that ragged woven bag and used his feet to measure every trash bin in the city.

There was one time when the school required more than 300 yuan in miscellaneous fees, and it had to be paid in full within two days.

But in my grandfather's handkerchief, there was only a little over 70 yuan left.

And before this, we had been eating burnt black bread from the barbecue restaurant for a whole month.

I cried and told my grandfather that I didn't want to study anymore.

My grandfather, who had never raised his voice at me, suddenly had a stern face and said, "If you want to give up as soon as you face a little hardship, how can you live a 'new' life?"

Yes, my grandfather named me Lin Xin, hoping that I could have a new life.

Even if it meant sucking his blood and marrow, I would gladly do it.

So why can't I go on now?

I wiped away the blood from my nose and struggled to stand up again.

After a whole 60 days, I finally obtained permission to scout for "fat lambs" in City A.

Wang Hao was being forced by his family to attend language classes all day, and it was the perfect time for him to be filled with resentment.

I just spent a little money to bribe his classmate to bring him to the bar.

Not the kind of bar he used to pretend to be an adult in.

But a real underworld bar.

Tight security, bloody stories, making this naive guy feel an unprecedented excitement and take pride in it.

After a few days, he wanted to come again.

Of course, his classmate didn't have the authority.

I appeared after he had built up his anticipation.

As a big brother in the underworld.

At this point, my hair was silver, my weight had increased by 27 pounds compared to 70 days ago, and my eyes were squinted and swollen.

And my arms, as thick as a bowl, were covered in tattoos of dragons and tigers, plus the long scar on my face, making me look completely different from before.

Wang Hao couldn't connect me with the previous Lin Xin at all.

Actually, sometimes, looking at my sinister smile in the mirror, I don't even recognize myself.

Grandfather, I hope you don't despise me.

I lowered my eyes and asked the trembling waiter, "Who let you bring this kind of kid in? If anything happens, who will be responsible?"

The waiter knelt down and begged for mercy, and blamed Wang Hao's family background as a shield.

Wang Hao was a little nervous, but his face showed a curious eagerness.

I coldly smiled in my heart and smashed his knee with a bottle, "Get lost!

"Go back to your mother's arms and suck on her milk!"