Standing in the bustling exchange venue, Zhang Jian looked at Fatty Zhong who had left in a flash and couldn't help but sigh that the world was impermanent. A few days ago, he was a carefree senior, a newbie in society, but now he has become a guy like a operative who eats public meals. Zhang Jian always feels that there are echoes of "Goodbye Friend" behind him.

I really hope not to be buried on the hills. Zhang Jian laughed at himself and continued to watch the energetic boys and girls at the exchange meeting communicated with each other, bowed and exchanged ideas, and for a moment my mood was also driven by the enthusiastic atmosphere. This is a stage for the guys who usually stayed in the gym to vent their strength and skills, just like peacocks blooming their colorful feathers in spring. They showed their strong figure to arouse the screams of the opposite sex around them. Even if the scene was

Most people did not embark on the orthodox martial arts path, but their performances showed the beauty of fighting in their skills. Zhang Jian walked through one venue after another, and now the arrangement and performance at this exchange venue were very meticulous and in place, much better than his original class. After all, he actually led the members to fight with the foreign Taekwondo club. Although there was no violent conflict between the two sides, Zhang Jian was still severely criticized by the school. Unfortunately, things have changed now.

After walking through all the venues, Zhang Jian found that the Taekwondo club, which had been selected every year, did not attend this year, and even the propaganda tents were not left behind. He called a student administrator in the venue to ask, and only then did he know that because the coach of the Taekwondo club passed away, the members under them were not interested in attending the exchange meeting. He got the address of the Taekwondo club from the organizer's archivist, and Zhang Jian decided to go there to take a look.

"That's Senior Zhang from our school's fighting club. I heard that he is the legend of our fighting club. Is this true?" A junior girl from the archives organization office excitedly discussed Zhang Jian's situation with her friends around her. One of the junior brothers wearing glasses said with a certain expression: "That's right, it's Senior Zhang. I heard that the guys from the Taekwondo club came to us to play the club fiercely, and Senior Zhang knocked them down cleanly. Until now, those guys dared not come to provoke us."

"I really want such a powerful boyfriend! Hey, do you know if Senior Zhang has a girlfriend?" A pure elementary school girl looked at Zhang Jian's departure obsessively, and another petite school girl said timidly: "I, I, I know. Senior Zhong said that Senior Zhang unfortunately passed away because of his first love, and he has become sick since he misses him, so he will not accept any girl now."

"What a lovely man..."

还好,张坚现在已经走远了,不然要是听到他们在背后谈论这样的的话题他一定会吐血三升,而且还会把那个到处造谣生事的钟胖子吊起来抽,让他知道什么叫做初恋不幸(扎五指抽手心),让他知道什么叫做思念成疾(揍得他下半身无法自理).

After calling a taxi, Zhang Jian came to a 5-story commercial building near the Resident Square. The first and second floors of the house were transparent glass walls, and there were restaurant advertisements for braised chicken between the upper and lower floors of the walls. The venue where the Taekwondo club was found was on the second floor of the commercial house. Just go up from the stairs on one side to find the gate of the Taekwondo Hall. Zhang Jian walked up the second floor and vaguely heard the noisy noise inside when he reached the door.

Wang Xia is a traditional housewife. When she was in college, she met her current husband Lin Rui. At that time, she was young and attracted by the handsome Soli when Lin Rui practiced Taekwondo. In the end, she did not care about everything and did not listen to her parents' persuasion. After graduation, they got married, had children, and lived a dull life together. Lin Rui did not like his company, nor did he like the business administration major he studied. Finally, he opened a Taekwondo club to teach Taekwondo, hoping to be able to do what he has always been happy about.

Happy industry. At the beginning, there was almost no one visiting the Taekwondo Pavilion. After all, it was no longer as popular as in college. Taekwondo was almost popular in China. Even a few years old could say a few words to support domestic products and support national skills. The simple Taekwondo Pavilion has actually declined. When the Taekwondo Pavilion was in the most difficult time, I only saw Lin Rui drinking sips at home. Our children hid behind me and watched his father's increasingly ugly face. I thought Lin Rui's Taekwondo Pavilion would not be able to open in the end, and he would go back

He went to his past company to continue his peaceful life. But one day he came back and told me that he had thought of a way to bring his Taekwondo hall back to life. In the following years, our Taekwondo hall did indeed start to improve as he said, but I often saw him wiping his body with animal wine. Once or twice a month he was very weak as if he was injured. I didn't ask, nor did he say that I knew that he would never tell me what he didn't want me to know. Later, such things began to decrease gradually, and I also did

In order to be busy taking care of the children, I gradually didn't pay attention to his body. In the past two years, he brought a few half-year-old children from outside to the Taekwondo hall for a while, saying that he wanted to cultivate so-called personal disciples, but I knew this was just an excuse. If they weren't really looking like each other, I would have suspected that Lin Rui had that kind of woman outside. Until our children went to elementary school, I also began to help him learn to take care of the children in the Taekwondo hall, delivering them food and washing clothes every day. When they called me a master's wife, I felt particularly happy and warm.

One afternoon in May, there were several earthquakes in the city of Hangzhou. I had just picked up my child from school and we talked about interesting things about the school. Lin Rui didn't go home that night. I knew he had a similar situation before, so I didn't care. After all, he told me that if there was something to do in the past few days, he wouldn't go home to spend the night. Otherwise, how could such a person who likes children not go home to celebrate his child's birthday? But I would definitely ask him to give us Xiaoxiao a huge compensation.

The next day, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came to our house to visit me and said that he was my husband's friend and had something to hand over to me. To be honest, I had never seen this person before. He gave me a dangerous feeling, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, hoping that he would bring me any bad news. I opened the door and found that he was holding an urn similar to that used in the hospital. Because I had seen such a box at my grandfather's funeral, I remember it very clearly. So I had a vague premonition in my heart. After I got on the sand, I watched his lips slightly move, and looked at the first to the last word he spoke, but I almost didn't understand what he was talking about. I only knew that my husband, my son's good father, died in the mouth of a stranger. After that, my eyes turned dark and I lost consciousness.

It took a few hours before I woke up from the hospital. My son was lying tiredly on the side. I reached out and touched his little head, not knowing what to say to him for a moment.

Suddenly I remembered that today is the deadline for those guys who practice boxing to make trouble. Her tired face was full of worry and anxiety. My husband was gone, and I don’t know if the children who have not had enough time to withstand it. No, this is the career that my husband has left behind. I must keep it no matter what.

Zhang Jian shattered the glass door of the Taekwondo Hall with one foot. When he walked in, he saw two teams standing clearly. On one side was a group of thin teenagers wearing Taekwondo uniforms, staring at another group of people with dissatisfaction on their faces but mixed with grief and anger. Another group of middle-aged men wearing chest-exposed boxing uniforms stood in a row in a row. The leading man in a black shirt and jeans on the upper body pulled a chair and sat in front, staring at the teenagers in front with one foot on the other leg and shook.

Hearing a "bounce", both sides turned their heads and saw Zhang Jian, a guest who was standing in the middle, and a manager who was wiping sweat with a wet wipe, hurried to Zhang Jian's back as if he saw the savior, pulled his arm and said in a low voice: "Hero, thank you for opening the door, but let's go quickly, those people are not easy to mess with."

"Oh, I want to know why these people are not easy to mess with." Zhang Jian asked the manager to stay at the door, walked to the middle of the two groups of people, pulled a chair and sat down and said, "You guys are gathering together in broad daylight. What are you trying to do?" Although Zhang Jian's face was very calm, he was still a little excited. After all, this was the first time he had encountered a great environment for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. This wave of slapping operations must be stable.

(End of this chapter)
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