I took two steps back. I saw this young man not long ago on the boat on the W River.
He lowered his head slightly to apologize, but when he looked up again, he had long disappeared.
After the first monthly exam, Jun Changqian really enrolled me in a Taekwondo school and sent me to study every day. Regarding the high school entrance exam, he didn’t care at all. He probably put me in danger many times.
It made him extremely insecure.
His studio has been busy with Julie's City of the Pharaohs recently, so he couldn't stay with me at the Taekwondo Hall the whole time. Although he knew that he was busy with work, he was still a little angry in his heart, and he didn't know where this anger came from.
, maybe it was because he often heard him talking to Julie on the phone, or maybe it was because of something else.
Watching him leave, I walked into the locker room. When I came out, the female teacher Jun Changqian introduced before was waiting at the door.
"Speechless, right? Let's go over there and start from the basics." The female teacher accepted Jun Changqian's instructions and seemed enthusiastic.
The basic skills are not difficult, and I once again verified what Jun Changqian said about my "comprehension". When a thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead, I stopped practicing and poured myself a glass of water.
On the first floor of the Taekwondo Hall, in the empty training hall, you can hear "Hey, ha" sounds of fighting or practicing from everywhere. I took a dried lemon slice from the tea room table and threw it into a cup, then poured some boiling water and walked around with the cup.
After passing the hall, I found a slightly secluded place.
There is a swing with vines twining around it. The vines are real, and even in this autumn sun, small white flowers bloom.
Feeling faintly angry, I pushed hard on the ground, and my body flew up a lot with a roar. Unexpectedly, the water in the cup spilled out and onto the back of my hand, which was burned for a while. I hurriedly tried to get off the swing.
, but unexpectedly fell straight to the floor.
I was really embarrassed. I put my hands on the ground and was about to get up. Then I saw a pair of sneakers in front of me. They were so white that there was no trace of dust. A thin and white palm stretched out towards me.
When I looked up, I couldn't see the dark eyes. But you are two or three years older than me, how could you have such deep eyes?
My hand did not fall into his palm, but I got up awkwardly, bowed slightly to him, then turned and left. The back of my hand was burned and I needed to find some medicine, otherwise Jun Changqian would come
I discovered it when I was picked up, and it was probably going to cause another storm.
However, there was no ointment at the teacher's place. I was thinking about whether I should leave here and go out to buy one, and someone handed me one. The boy had already changed into casual clothes, with white sneakers and white sportswear. He was young and flamboyant. If it weren't for that
His eyes were too dark, and I thought that the person in front of me might become my friend, at least, we have met so many times.
Without any pretense, I took the ointment. Unscrewing the cap, I heard him say: "Can I apply the ointment with one hand?"
The voice was very clean, reminding me of the first time I heard Jun Changqian's voice.
When my hand was empty and the ointment was taken away, I looked at him intently and saw his head lowered slightly, and even gently blew on the red skin on the back of my hand. From this angle, the root of his eyelashes
The roots are distinct, long and upturned. The breath on the back of my hand touched the hairs of my hair, making me feel slightly cold.
After applying the ointment, he lowered his head and asked, "Do you always hurt yourself like this?"
Why did he ask that? It must have been my first time hurting myself. Maybe he couldn't wait for my answer, so he raised his head, with a questioning look in his eyes.
I shook my head lightly, retracted the back of my ointment-smeared hand, and bowed to him again.
