After staying in the room all morning, Mike came once and left soon after, vaguely aware of the close relationship between Jiaming and Yahan. Although it was impossible to think that the two were lovers, he could probably feel the atmosphere.
The sudden feeling of being alone.
When Mike came, he ran into the bathroom and changed into conservative winter clothes. After the infatuated black young man left, he lay down on the bed and continued reading. At noon, Yahan got up energetically. After all, Yahan
It wasn't a disease. His physical condition was probably better than that of ordinary people. After resting for half a day, he recovered.
"After lunch, do you want to watch Mike and his friends fight in the afternoon?" Yahan asked while simply dressing up in front of the mirror.
"Well, at least he gave us a lift and helped us so much. Besides, I think he is interested in you... Poor guy, how can I bear it if I don't support you..."
"Tch..." Yahan rolled her eyes at him, "You know how to make sarcastic remarks. He lives in a democratic and free country and is just a nice person."
"Well, he is a good man, I understand..."
"Haha, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you..." In the past, when she, Lingjing and Shasha were still very harmonious, Jia Ming would often teach others the skills of giving good people cards with bad intentions. Now she naturally knew the joke in Jia Ming's words. She dressed up roughly.
After that, the two of them went downstairs while talking. After lunch, they walked out of the hotel. The snow had completely stopped. There was a cool and clear atmosphere in the sky. The roads, roofs, and trees were all covered with snow.
"The snow has stopped, and it seems that planes will resume traffic soon. It should not affect our return home after Christmas."
"I wonder how my little mom is doing now."
"She's fine. I called her this morning to check. There's no big problem except her temper. Haha, your little mother is quite interesting."
"Interesting? That's right. A man in his thirties still has the same temper as a child..."
"Aren't you the same?"
"... Ignore you... Actually, my little mom was quite taciturn when she first got married. Later, when we got to know each other, she became a bitch. I really miss my little mom at that time..."
"Are you walking around with hiccups?"
"OK."
"Didn't your father know her character when he married her?"
"Dad knows, but I don't know, and the two of them didn't get married because of love or anything. My mother is in awe of her father, and of course she doesn't dare to fuck her in front of him... Speaking of which, she
Mom was not a wealthy person before she got married. Maybe when she suddenly got married into the family, she felt that she had to keep a straight face in order for people to take her seriously. In fact, I know that my mom has always wanted to replace dad.
If you give birth to a child, it would be best if it is a boy who inherits the family's things, but my father is not willing."
"how?"
"That's the problem between him and my biological mother. My father and mother are married. My grandfather also has a good industry in Beijing. I don't know how they negotiated it. My grandfather requires that if my parents have
The child must be given priority to inherit the Zhang family. Originally it could only be regarded as a verbal agreement, but for some reason, the father went to get a sterilization..." She raised her head and said, "Well, thinking about it this way, could it be possible between them?
In fact, he is also very emotional..."
"Who knows about adults? You were young at that time."
"But in my impression, the two of them are not too close. My mother always takes care of me at home." Yahan took a breath, "The first child they gave birth to was me.
Because she was a girl, I was originally planning to have another child. I heard that my mother was pregnant again, but accidentally miscarried, and she never got pregnant again. Because of this, I was trained as a leader for several years when I was a child.
My mother died not long after, and I had the strange problem of hiccups. At that time, I didn’t like my father and resisted everything he did, so he stopped asking me to teach me those things. But later I listened.
He said that after my mother was buried, he went to have a sterilization..."
As he kept talking, white snowflake pom-poms fell from the trees on the roadside from time to time. If the vibration was bigger, a large pile of snow would rustle down. Jia Ming picked up a little snow and put it away.
In the mouth: "You can ask a doctor to remove it, and then you can have children again."
"Yes, but dad has no intention of understanding. I would rather believe that he is more serious and old-fashioned, and will definitely do what he promises. In fact, I hope that my mother can give birth to a boy for dad. I have thought about it several times.
Dad said it, but our relationship has been relatively tense in recent years. Now that I think about it, it’s mostly my fault.”
Jiaming glanced at her and raised his eyebrows strangely: "Why do you suddenly want to reflect on yourself?"
Yahan smiled: "I'm so happy, it's easy to think of those things. I really want to change all the things I did wrong and wrong in the past. In fact, I was a little too proud before, and I didn't have a good relationship with many people. Right
Some family members also have the same attitude towards work. In fact, they resent them for always thinking about their father's status and being angry with him for so many years..." She waved her fist, "Today is the day when classmate Zhang Yahan starts a new life.
On the first day, if you want to be a good mistress, of course you must learn to soften your temper and become more considerate..."
"I feel guilty for always talking about mistresses and mistresses... Do you want to send you an advanced worker in the future..."
"Yes, yes, you are so guilty..."
Although she was talking about mistresses and other topics, the smile on Yahan's face was genuine, as if she had gone back to the time before the last estrangement occurred, and the two people, one big and one small, were always fighting and making noises.
, it’s just that Jiaming’s height is now the same as Yahan’s. Although it still seems childish for a boy, I think he will surpass Yahan soon. Of course, the two of them at that time may still not be able to put together a standard height.
As a couple, for them, in fact, the unbridled relationship between them is more like that of siblings or close friends.
Moving forward, soon after leaving the town, you can see the abandoned factory building covered with snow in the distance. The one-on-one duel that Mike will participate in will not take place until after three o'clock in the afternoon, but there is nothing to do anyway, so the two of them
I decided to go over and wait. Before I even got close, the sound of rhythmic heavy metal music came from afar.
"What an unflattering taste..."
After muttering, the two people walked forward. They saw several men and women standing at the door of the factory, talking. They seemed to be young people in the town. Of course, in fact, that was not a door.
The entire side is open, and there is a rectangular space inside. The bottom is empty, and the corridor on the second floor can also be accessed. It looks like an indoor basketball court. The tiled roof has been broken in several places, but they are all inconspicuous.
It's a small place. In addition to more than a dozen men and women, there are old speakers, motorcycles, televisions, tables and chairs, several burning fire plates and a lot of messy things in the entire venue. Two boxing sandbags are hung next to them.
Two people are exercising vigorously, one is a heroic woman with a yellow cloth bandage around her head, and the other is the black man Gamore who challenged Mike yesterday. He looks stout, probably half a head taller than Mike. At this time
He was beating the sandbag loudly.
There were also two middle-aged men in their forties who looked strong and in good health. They should be retired soldiers. One of them was standing on a sandbag and watching Gamor's exercise.
The music was high, and it seemed that this was a private gathering place for young people in a small town, and it was also completely open to the public, because when Jia Ming and Ya Hanchao nodded to the people next to them, they also nodded in a friendly manner and had no intention of blocking them.
The two looked at the furnishings in the abandoned factory building. Then they moved a chair to a fire plate to warm their hands. However, as foreigners, the two of them were always more eye-catching. After a while, the black man Gamor stopped.
Practicing boxing, he walked over with a smile.
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"Hi. Hello, friends." He smiled and extended his hand to the two of them, and the two of them naturally stood up and shook hands. The man's attitude was friendly, and he didn't seem to be pretending at this time. "Don't
Mind you, there is something going on between Mike and I, but it’s nothing. It’s just customary for us to have a fight if something happens. After the fight, we will put the matter behind us. What do you two think about this?
?”
"Oh, that's alright……"
The two sides talked for a while, and the woman wearing a headscarf also stopped practicing boxing and came over, and then two more people came. Jia Ming also probably understood that most of these people came for Yahan. Of course, everyone loves beauty.
In short, this is not a big deal. The woman wearing a headscarf should be Gamor's girlfriend, named Shirley. She seems to be compared with Yahan. Women are like this when they are together, so naturally it is not a big deal.
.This woman has a very strong figure, and her punches look quite powerful. If they were to fight, Shasha, Lingjing, and Yahan would probably not be her opponents.
These days, Americans who are not really interested in understanding China actually have quite a misunderstanding of this Eastern country. However, it is naturally impossible to ask in front of a beautiful woman, "Do you still use straw ropes to clean the toilet in your country?"
" and other derogatory questions. In the eyes of this group of Americans, the most legendary art in China is undoubtedly Kung Fu. After a while, the topic turned to this aspect. Someone jokingly asked Yahan if she knew how to do it.
Yahan blinked and pointed at Jiaming.
"I don't know how to do it, but my brother has learned it."
Jiaming innocently glared at Yahan who was smiling with her lips pursed. At this time, Gamor and others were already coaxing Jiaming to perform. Jiaming just said that he learned the martial arts for fun and has almost forgotten it now. How can he follow it?
You compare. A group of people were also curious about the so-called Chinese Kung Fu. The woman named Shirley laughed and said it was just a show. Seeing that Jiaming still looked like a teenager, she expressed interest in sparring with him.
"Don't worry, don't be shy. We won't hurt you. Come on, let's perform a show..."
As several people started making noises, Jia Ming stood up helplessly and wanted to pinch Yahan secretly. Yahan had already jumped to the side with a smile. Seeing that he seemed to have the intention to let go, more than a dozen people near and far laughed.
As they gathered here, they naturally did not think that Jiaming had any advanced Chinese Kung Fu. Most of them just watched with a sense of fun. The two veterans seemed to be quite interested in "Chinese Kung Fu".
"Uh, okay, since I have to come." Jia Ming glanced at the people around him, "Then I'll show you a stunt. Are you sure you really want to come?"
After being looked at deeply by Jiaming, Shirley felt a little guilty, and then smiled and nodded: "Of course."
"Okay, ready to start, please...well, wait a moment..."
As Jia Ming spoke, he stood in the crowd and stood at attention. After a few seconds, with an exaggerated deep breath, he clenched his left fist tightly, stretched it out slowly and solemnly, and then
, looking at the woman in front of him seriously: "Are you ready?"
"Well, you're ready." Because Jiaming's expression was too serious, Shirley couldn't help but raise her voice with a serious expression.
"OK, then...please hold my hand." Jiaming clenched his left fist and nodded.
"Well?"
"Please hold my hand."
"oh."
The woman nodded, stretched out a hand, and held Jiaming's left arm: "Is this here?"
"It's up to you, as long as you think you've caught it, are you sure you've caught it?"
"Sure."
"Are you really sure?"
"real."
"I think it's better for you to use two hands. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you use two hands. The important thing is that you hold on tight."
As Jiaming spoke seriously, the atmosphere of the scene seemed to become a little tense. He confirmed again and again. It looked like a magic stage. Everyone held their breath, waiting for what stunts Jiaming could use to make themselves
hands out of control.
"Okay, now that you're sure you're tight, get ready, one, two, three, be careful!"
At that moment, Shirley grabbed Jiaming's left hand with all her strength. Then, Jiaming waved, and a chestnut sounded on her forehead. Because it was winter, the sound was particularly crisp.
The crowd was stunned into silence by this. Shirley's hands were tightly grasping Jiaming's motionless left arm. After a long while, she stupidly raised her head. Jiaming grabbed his hair with his right hand, blinked, and said