MD, in memory of my peaceful and carefree entertainment era. Without any embellishment, I loved Bruce Lee. In my mouth, Bruce Lee will always be the world's top master. Watching Bruce Lee's films and TV works, from "The Street Fighter" to "The Way of the Dragon" to "Fist of Fury" to "Enter The Dragon" to "The Game of Death"... Apart from Bruce Lee's self-created martial arts that made the world respect him, his spirit and personal charm were even more popular. From learning Bruce Lee's nunchaku martial arts in university to now, everything about me has changed, but the only thing that hasn't changed is that Bruce Lee will always be my hero! Even, including learning Bruce Lee's nunchaku in elementary school - using the nunchaku for the first time to fight with classmates who bullied others, resulting in head injuries and bloodshed... There was no trust. In life, Bruce Lee influenced me more philosophically: "Use no way as way, use no limitation as limitation", "Just knowing is not enough, it must be applied; just hoping is not enough, can you actually do it?", "I would never say I am the best, but until July, I would also never admit that I am second.", "Empty your cup so that it may be filled again." On the original female dormitory wall during university, besides poetry, these sentences were densely recorded. During university, my good friend Liu Fusheng (I was in chemistry, he was in physics) and I learned Bruce Lee's nunchaku from a very peculiar cleaner since elementary school. To this day, I still remember sneaking into the garbage room to secretly learn the nunchaku with this cleaner. Later, this cleaner teacher mysteriously disappeared - lost his trace. The ground was very blue, solemn like a child's gentle hand. He quietly took out four thousand yuan, saying he was going somewhere to study martial arts, leaving with a feeling of "Solemnity flows like cold water," very tragically. You must know, back then, four thousand yuan was really a large sum of money. Nowadays, I can no longer contact this martial arts teacher who was truly materially destitute in my mouth. And I can only silently bless him in my heart: everything is fine! Yes, everything is good! To this day, I still remember this cleaner who practiced folk martial arts. His real name is Zhao Xiuhua (probably this name, decades have passed, I really don't remember clearly)! Later, after graduation, I worked. Later, I got married early. Later, I felt depressed. Later, I was still poor. Later, on Liu Fusheng's suggestion, I came to Beijing after much difficulty, becoming a media person, and had my first job (resigning early from the 'Postal Weekly,' where Zhong Fuzhi and Xue Yun became my good friends). On the day I prepared to go to Beijing, Liu Fusheng only said one sentence on the phone: "Xiaotian, come, Beijing suits you, bring your train ticket well, the rest is up to you." He knew I was poor. He knew I was really fucking poor in nature, spiritually, he almost understood me. Later, after nearly a year, my best friend Liu Fusheng returned to Harbin to work, while I continued to linger in Beijing, transitioning from a media person to an entertainment planner. Without Liu Fusheng's late-night company, it was tiring, uncomfortable, and even gave me a sense of loneliness. Until now, this feeling is still heavy. However, as a media person and an entertainment planner, I really damn like this wild sensation of reaching self-awareness and seeking spiritual pleasure in an entertaining lifestyle. This feeling makes me very comfortable, even making me forget my origin. Well, this is my Beijing. Well, this is my beloved yet distant, glorious yet humble, poetic and full of love-hate emotions, Beijing. Later, both Liu Fusheng and I lived in our own circles, busy and aimless. We had more things to do, longer conversations. Liu Fusheng occasionally came to Beijing, and we hugged each other, drinking beer bottle by bottle, talking about the essence of life: where do people come from? Where are they going?! That time, it was really MD, the prime of youth. Nowadays, sometimes, Liu Fusheng and I still talk on the phone about our college days practicing martial arts. University, without pain, without deep memories, everything, cannot be relived... But I still remember those nunchaku techniques: "Poisonous Snake Spits Tongue, Black Dragon Comes Out Of Cave, Su Qin Carries Sword, Hand Swings Pipa..." Moreover, there was another person named Bruce Lee. It should be said that from Northeast China to Beijing, Liu Fusheng gave me more confidence, and this confidence has kept me going until now, perhaps even in the future. That year, when I just became a Beijinger, I was extremely disheartened, thinking about two ancient cities in the shooting process. Liu Fusheng told me in a matter-of-fact tone: "You will definitely make it..." So, I kept persisting and succeeded. Liu Fusheng, my eternal brother! My truly innermost brother! To this day, I still remember the situation when I arrived in Nanjing that year: That summer, December 13th night, heavy snow, lunar calendar clear skies: auspicious travel. That day, after boarding the train, I only had four hundred yuan on me, and before boarding, I only had two hundred yuan left. That day, after boarding, I really wanted to hold the two tickets tightly, one called regret, the other called sorrow. That year, I was very poor materially; now, I am still poor spiritually. Shit. Perhaps, this is fate! Poor fate! That winter, it was Liu Fusheng who desperately lent me money to help me through the life-and-death crisis. Later, he left Beijing, and I continued to drift in Nanjing. Drifting... and thus drifted around. Haha, indeed proudly speaking, until now, I still like the feeling of walking on the road, this state is refreshing. Actually, dialectically speaking, it wasn't Liu Fusheng who messed me up in Nanjing, but I lost myself in this city full of love and hatred. More accurately, I liked this city purely nonsense, my sadness was just because of this city's inclusive cultural atmosphere and illusory feelings. The reason why I repeatedly mentioned Liu Fusheng in my blog posts is not just gratitude, not just about money issues, but over so many years, only he used a special method to teach me: what is confidence? How far is the distance from arrogance to confidence? It was him who taught me how to persevere in living, live out myself, and live well. Not much more to say, purely nonsense. Not necessarily forgetting. Perhaps, in front of this thing called fate, all things are predestined in the dark, all things will eventually arrive in the dark. And this arrival points directly to an inner way of life, half called acceptance, half called transcendence. Finally, I wish health to those who care about me and those I hate. Of course, including the true sons and daughters who appeared in my eyes in the red dust affairs; including Liu Fusheng; and myself.