My name is Dong Hang.
My home is in Chaoyang District, Beijing.
My parents divorced when I was nine years old.
My mother's name is Wang Lian. She only had a junior college degree, but because there was a shortage of talent at that time, she was able to get a job working in finance at a large company that is ranked very high in the country.
I remember my mother said to my father: "Dong Yongqiang, blame me for being naive and placing too much emphasis on a man's appearance and figure, so I chose you.
But you are a cook, we have nothing in common and I don’t want to spend my whole life with you like this.
We've already had a few arguments, and you even hit me. Today, I'm willing to divorce you even if it means risking my life. Please let me go!"
The father looked at his slightly rough hands bitterly.
He lost control of his emotions at the time and hit the woman he cared about the most. He must have felt very sad.
My father asked, "How far have things progressed between you and your old classmate Bai Zhiyuan? When I asked you before, you said nothing. Now that you've told me the truth, I'm divorcing you."
Mother: "Bai Zhiyuan and I had sex, in the hotel, in the car..."
My father's expression was complicated, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh: "Wang Lian, I really didn't expect that a woman like you who looks so elegant and reserved could be so coquettish."
The mother sneered: "We have been together for ten years, and our child is already nine years old, but you still don't understand me."
Summer of 1996.
My parents are divorced.
I am only nine years old and in the second grade of elementary school.
I grabbed my mother's arm and begged her to take me away.
But my mother pushed me away and said coldly, "Mom can't take you away, Xiaohang, you stay with your dad."
…
After my parents divorced.
My father and I depend on each other for survival.
As far as I can remember, my mother never visited me at school. Even on my birthday, Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, she never took me out to play.
My mother is in the capital.
I live in Chaoyang District and she lives in Haidian District, but I feel like I have lost my mother.
My father had no plans to remarry, and he began drinking heavily.
When he gets drunk, he won’t hit me, he will just sing “A-Lian” in karaoke.
When I entered junior high school, my father told me to study hard, go to high school, and apply to a prestigious university, so that my academic qualifications would surpass those of your mother and her husband who is a university teacher.
However, the family atmosphere and my rebellious nature at a young age prevented me from studying attentively. I learned to skip classes and fight.
I became a bad boy in the eyes of my teachers and classmates.
After graduating from junior high school, I failed to get into any high school.
My father used his connections to pay for my high school education.
But I still chose vocational school.
After graduating from vocational school, I entered society.
Because I can't find a satisfactory job, I have a strong desire to make money through illegal means.
In the summer when I was 20 years old, I went to Panjiayuan Antique Market.
Found a stall selling code poker and remote control dice.
The man setting up the stall was a man in his fifties. His right hand was severely deformed, as if it had been hit by a hammer.
Many people know that this person is a cheater.
For just two hundred yuan, you can learn cheating techniques from him.
I paid him 200 yuan, and he taught me various cheating techniques in poker and card memorization skills.
He said: "There are only so many tricks to cheat, they are not magical at all. Cheating skills can only be mastered through practice, and cannot be created out of nothing. The master brings you in, but it is up to you to learn."
I asked, “How many people have you taught?”
He replied, "If not a thousand, then at least a few hundred."
I continued to ask, "How many of them can become masters of deception?"
He smiled and asked, "How high is it?"
I handed him a cigarette I'd prepared in advance and said, "You can cheat at various card games without getting caught. If you go to a casino in Haojiang and play baccarat and dragon tiger, your chances of winning are several times that of an average person."
The old man was so frightened that he didn't dare to smoke the good cigarette I handed him. He hesitated for a long time and said, "Not a single one, young man. You are a bit unrealistic. You have to understand that many gamblers know the tricks of cheating, but very few of them are top-notch cheaters.
Even if someone knows some tricks, they may not be able to use them. Cheating when it's not the right time will bring disaster to oneself.
I suddenly felt disappointed and felt that the two hundred yuan was wasted.
The old man lit a cigarette and stretched out his right hand to show me: "I am not the kind of expert you say I am. You idle young people are almost eating shit.
Look at my hand. If it weren’t for the mercy of the people at the poker table, my whole hand would have been chopped off.”
I looked horrified: "Caught cheating?"
The old man looked resentful: "Isn't it?"
After learning the tricks of cheating, I began to practice cheating day and night.
The speed of his progress in cheating techniques even exceeded his imagination.
This is probably because my hands are flexible and very suitable for cheating.
After I felt that my cheating skills were up to par, I started trying to cheat whenever there was a card game.
The principle is that in poker games between friends, try not to cheat. Even in poker games where cheating is allowed, do so in moderation.
But human nature is greedy, and I always can't control myself.
…
Summer 2012.
Chaoyang District, Beijing.
A two-bedroom apartment in Fuyuan Community.
I was alone in my bedroom, shirtless, drinking beer and playing online games.
I heard the doorbell.
I walked out and opened the door.
I saw that it was the woman who lived next door.
She is at least ten years older than me and is about 1.68 meters tall.
Tonight she looked gorgeous and delicate in an open-necked sweater and a denim skirt.
As for her name, I haven't asked yet. She's only moved in less than two weeks ago.
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