When Song Jingye was driving back to his home, he also felt a little incredible. This was probably the mood he felt when he returned home.
As a result, after arriving home, the courtyard was quiet. As long as the night lights in the courtyard were on, she had not returned yet.
Chen Ninghui actually came back early and just went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities for herself.
As she was walking back, she suddenly stopped and saw a tall figure leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, looking at her.
The night was shrouded in darkness, and the street lamps were glowing with faint light. He leaned there without moving, but stretched out his hand, waiting for her to fly over.
She was holding a shopping bag from the supermarket in her hand, and ran over with jingling bells, and was hugged by him. It had only been a day since they last saw each other, and it felt like they hadn't seen each other for a long time. After hugging her for a while, she let go.
"What did you buy?" Song Jingye took her shopping bag.
"Just some daily necessities."
"Why don't you wait until I come back to buy it together?"
"I didn't know you would come back so early."
The street lights in the alley stretched their shadows long, reflecting on the stone pavement. The shadows, which were originally parallel to each other, overlapped at some point and disappeared in front of the courtyard door.
It was night and the temperature in the room continued to rise.
"Usually I can only do a few dozen push-ups. Do you want to challenge 100 tonight?"
"Let me try."
"I will help you."
Both of their voices were sticky.
After a while, he thought she was slow, so he held her waist with both hands to help her move up and down. She lost control and let him set the pace.
Instructor Song returned to his devilish coach instinct, being very strict, not fast enough, not fast enough.
"Let me show you." His voice was tight and he turned over.
Tonight, 1,000 is the starting number.
He does push-ups.
It was she who was tired, and it was she who shed tears and sweat.
The days together went by so fast. They were busy working during the day, doing push-ups at night, and even having a late night snack. They were so happy that Chen Ninghui's habit of running at night for many years was disrupted and she stopped running for a while.
One night, she felt that she couldn't continue like this because her fighting spirit was gone, so she changed into sports clothes and prepared to go out for a night run.
"Uncle, do you want to come with us?"
"Together." Song Jingye also changed into a set of training clothes and went with her.
Chen Ning's return route is not a regular night running route, it is quite biased.
"I just wanted to tell you last time. From now on, run by yourself. Don't go to these remote places. It's not safe."
"Don't worry, these routes are less crowded but very safe. There are police stations and fire stations in front of them."
Song Jingye did not comment, ran a few meters, suddenly stepped forward, and caught her off guard with a grappling technique from behind. Chen Ning was thrown down by him, but he controlled it and did not let her fall to the ground.
Chen Ninghui was confused and tried to turn over from below to get out of his control, but her strength was no match for his, and she was tightly restrained, unable to move.
"What are you doing?" she was angry.
Song Jingye then picked her up and stood up straight: "I'm telling you, if someone wants to do something wrong to you, you have no ability to resist, and they won't even give you a chance to shout for help."
Chen Ning didn't want to say a word when she was angry. Is there anyone who "tests the law" like him? She almost fell to the ground just now.
But Song Jingye didn't seem to know that she was angry, and continued: "When I go home later, I will teach you some self-defense techniques. I can't be by your side to protect you at all times."
"I won't learn." She walked back angrily, no longer in the mood to run.