Chapter 6 The intersection of the past and the future ()

After struggling with the grudges and hatred of the 16-year-old boy, Wen Liang devoted himself to physical exercise with great enthusiasm. Although he met a master of internal martial arts in his previous life, he was 25 or 26 years old after graduating from university. His skeleton and body shape had long been frozen. He practiced hard for a year with his master, but his results were almost gone. Although this master exchanged for a few big meals of two roast chickens, the cost-effectiveness was still outrageous. The master once said regretfully that if he could start practicing at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he would definitely achieve a small success in ten years. Now, it is better to focus on entertainment... Wen Liang burst into tears after saying this.

Now that he has the opportunity, Wen Liang is naturally unwilling to miss it. He doesn’t have the dream of a martial arts master and knows that fists cannot solve the problem. But if he can avoid the humiliation that night from happening again on the basis of physical exercise, why not do it?

According to the master's teaching in memory, Wen Liang formulated a detailed schedule. He got up at five o'clock every morning, ran for an hour, stole a horse stance for half an hour, then lowered his waist and cheated, and practiced fist for another hour. Given that internal martial arts were too slow to work, he also had to practice taekwondo every afternoon. This thing is enough to cope with ordinary people when looking at flirting and embroidered legs.

Wen Liang was already very proficient in these things in his previous life, but his physical fitness is too poor now and he cannot do many movements, so there is a process of gradually exercising and familiarity. According to this intensity, Wen Liang estimated that he should be able to say goodbye to the appearance of bean sprouts within two months of summer vacation. Although he is not as fierce as Mu Shanshan, at least he will not look so thin and vulgar when standing in front of Gu Wenyuan.

This may bring closer to each other, right?

Thinking of this, Wen Liang was shocked and realized that the shadow left by Gu Wenyuan on him, even though he had traveled through two time and space and had been through more than ten years, was still deeply imprinted in his heart, never dissipated or weakened.

Wen Liang's family lives in the No. 7 family building of the Municipal Party Committee. The apartment and location are very average. The only advantage is that there is a small sports field, small runway, basketball court, single and double bars on the west side of the family courtyard, and there is also a rectangular sand pool. The official said it was dug at the request of a leader who likes triple jump. Many leaders like sports, but they like such a side-by-door sports. Even Wen Liang, who is sixteen, doesn't believe it. The roadside club said that he jumped for a while after reading Feng Shui. He said that he jumped for no reason, and his official position rose to three levels. The facts proved that the leader was fooled. Not long after he dug the sand pool, the leader got off the horse and doubled the rules. This place became a paradise for children in the courtyard to play house.

Wen Liang found six bamboo poles and inserted them into a circle at six corners of the pool. Then he bought six bells to hang them on them, standing in the center, kicking forward, kicking backward, kicking side, kicking backward, and flying double. With the right amount and not touching the bell, he first exercises his body's sensitivity, coordination and control. As for strength and strength, he has the mentality of internal martial arts, so he doesn't have to kick the cub again.

On the first day, Wen Liang was exhausted after running for an hour. He rested for a long time before he could barely stand up. In the afternoon, let alone doing movements, even kicking with one hand. All coordination and control became a joke. The bell kept ringing, and there was a bit of a messy aura in the wind.

When I got home at night, I always didn't care about Wen Liang. Ding Mei, who was careless, actually pulled her son to touch her head for the first time, measured her temperature and asked her well. After a long time, she asked worriedly: "Is it okay, son? Today, several neighbors told me that your family is worried, and you are so honest that you are usually a child. Today, I will kick and jump on the small playground, so I won't have to worry about anything..."

Wen Liang rolled his eyes, waved his hands and collapsed on the bed, and said angrily: "Mom, I'll get up with breakfast and add an egg. This nutrition cannot keep up, no matter how good the movement is, I can't get it..."

Ding Mei was stunned and didn't know what was said.

After a month of this, Wen Liang persisted with extraordinary perseverance. His originally sallow face was tanned and exuded a healthy smell. His weak and gentle face was a little calm and firm. From the side, he looked no longer as childish as a child. His black eyes were deeply settled, reflecting the reflection of the whole world, as if deep and mysterious. His body was a little taller, although he did not have bulging muscles to enrich the storefront, his broad shoulders and long legs made the whole body look slender.

Wen Liang was still the boy from more than ten years ago, but he became more calm and calm; Wen Liang was still the man from more than ten years later, but he had a little more youthful and frivolous appearance. At this time, he seemed to merge the two selfs in the front and back together, without distinction between each other.

At noon that day, the sun was scorching, and Wen Liang still insisted on kicking his legs in the sand pool. The bell on the bamboo pole had long been replaced with a wooden board about inch thick. Only one side of the board was tied to the rod and could not bear the force. When practicing until the depth of the exercise, he could directly kick it into two pieces with the help of strength and speed. Wen Liang could not grasp the opportunity to exert force in an instant, and often could only kick the board high, but could not kick it off.

Just after doing a set of movements, I suddenly heard a nice voice coming from the side: "What are you practicing? Are you doing martial arts?"

Wen Liang turned his head and looked at it. A girl in white clothes and white skirt stood not far away, with her long black hair tied into a ponytail. Her bright eyes were like a layer of mist covering her. In a blink of an eye, there was a wave of light flowing, which was clear and visible. Her skin was very white, her nose was straight, and although her melon-shaped face was not very beautiful, it was a bit heroic in the softness.

It was the hottest time of the day, but the place where the girl stood seemed to bring coolness with the breeze.

"Oh, this is not actually martial arts, it is dance!"

The girl in white chuckled with a hint of disdain, with a little disdain in her eyes, "Is that right? You shouldn't want to use such a dance to save the beauty of a hero, right?"

Um?

Wen Liang was shocked by the girl. In this era, there should be very few girls who take the initiative to ask for someone to chat with him, and they speak to this topic. It’s really a must for people to look at. You must measure the cup with your hands...

But strangely, why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Wen Liang raised his hand in front of his forehead and looked at the girl carefully. He seemed to have seen her somewhere, but she seemed to have no impression. After struggling for a while, she gave up. Maybe in the hearts of every man, the beauty should be like this, right?

You shouldn't want to use such a dance to save the beauty of heroes?

Why are you so familiar with this?

Seeing Wen Liang staring at her foolishly, the girl was not angry. She walked a few steps forward, and her tone was a little sarcastic: "I know that boys of your age all have a dream of martial arts. I hope one day I can sing wildly with swords and be brave and righteous. Maybe I want to have a confidante. I have no intention of hurting your little boy's dream, but," she lifted her skirt and jumped off, her white and tender calves flashed in front of her eyes, and the swaying summer air became even more stuffy. "Just like this, inserting a few bamboo poles, hanging a few wooden boards, and then jumping around like a frog, can you practice peerless martial arts?"

The girl stretched out her slender fingers and pinched the wooden board and swung it lightly. Her expression was very serious, so serious that you would think she was talking about something very sacred, but her tone was full of teasing, sarcasm and disdainful sneering. In line with the faint smile on her beautiful face, if Wen Liang was really a sixteen-year-old boy, she would go crazy at this time.

"Well, what you said makes sense, and I think this is quite stupid. But will it be even more stupid to find a cliff like in TV and novels?" Wen Liang looked dull. If a little saliva happened to flow from the corner of his mouth, he would be more like a legendary mentally retarded master.

The girl looked at Wen Liang for a while and suddenly raised her hand and patted her forehead lightly, rolled her eyes helplessly. The master's style he had worked hard to pretend just now suddenly collapsed and looked very cute. She murmured: "I was wrong. I should have thought that it was so hot that it was so happy that I was jumping around so hard. In addition to those with a strong personality, there were also idiots..."

Wen Liang almost burst out laughing, and the familiar feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He asked tentatively: "From the tone of his classmates, do you know martial arts or a master?"

When the girl heard this, she immediately became energetic. She raised her head slightly and said arrogantly: "You don't dare to be a master. I'll deal with you like this." She raised her index finger and shook it, "One finger is enough!"

Wen Liang was solemn and said, "The adult uncle's vulgar personality has the upper hand, and he quietly meowed at the girl's skirt. If this beauty had a back-spin kick, the scenery... she immediately bowed and said, "Then let's have a game? Whoever loses will be given ice cream..."

The girl curled her lips and muttered "childish" and then said in a very clear voice: "Ten ice bullies!"

"make a deal!"

The sun above the head is getting hotter, just like this ignorant youth.

The two stood left and right in the sand pool, and the girl finally emphasized the rule: whoever falls first will lose, Wen Liang nods optionally, he basically ignores this rule. Of course, whoever pushes whom, won't he still push? There is no need to pay attention to this kind of thing.

Wen Liang raised his hand, took a misstep, moved the center of gravity forward and his eyes firmly locked on his opponent.

The girl in white raised her left foot lightly, pointed her toes, pulled her right foot back three inches, used force to her waist, clenched her fist with her right hand to her chest, held her left hand behind, stretched her palm, bent her fingers, and then...

Secretly grabbed his butt!

A flash of lightning flashed in Wen Liang's mind, and the fragments that disappeared in his memory were suddenly spliced ​​together. Before he was reborn, he was in Beijing, in Taekwondo Hall, the charm of his legs and turning around, and the pretty face that seemed angry and angry, had been quietly reappeared in front of him for many light years after many light years.

"Xu Yao?"

The girl was stunned, and the surprised expression on her face had already told Wen Liang the answer.

Xu Yao, this is Xu Yao in high school.
Chapter completed!