He calmed down his thoughts. He stood aside and listened to the two people talking. The sky gradually became brighter, and it was approaching noon.
It was getting late, so Uncle Tire and the guest finally got up and walked to the door together, and sent the guest out.
"Uncle, it's time for me to go back." Garen took off his scarf from the hanger.
"It's so early, let's go back after lunch." Tier turned around, "I'm here for such a long time and I don't want to play here much. Longbas will be back soon, why don't you brothers have a good exchange?
"
"Next time, uncle, Ying'er is still waiting for me at home." Garen smiled, "I promised her that I would go back for lunch."
"You kid... well then. Be careful on the road." Tyr cursed with a smile and ruffled Garen's hair.
"OK."
Gallon had just put on his shoes and was about to go out. Suddenly he felt a roll of warm paper being stuffed into the palm of his right hand. When he lowered his head and looked, it was a roll of one hundred yuan bills. When he turned around, he saw the blush on his uncle's face.
A smile arose.
"Take it, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's just a little pocket money. Just study hard at school."
"I know, thank you, uncle." Garen smiled and nodded quickly. "Then I'll leave first."
"Well, go ahead. Come and play with me more often when you have time."
"knew."
After coming down from the stairwell, Garen returned to the lobby on the first floor. In the middle of the hall, among the sparse people coming in and out, a blond boy wearing a white tights was standing next to the white angel statue. Seeing Garen coming down, the boy frowned.
Yi Yang.
"Garen, come here." He waved to Garen casually, holding a white leather ball in his other hand, patting it from time to time, and talking to a black-haired girl next to him.
Garen also saw the boy. He knew this man, his uncle's son, his cousin Longbas. He was a guy with a bad personality, impetuous and arrogant. In the past, Garen did not like to have much contact with this guy.
Frowning, he walked over and got closer, stopping when he was still two meters away from Longbas.
"What did my dad say to you?" Longbas turned his face and asked in a low voice.
"I didn't say anything, I just asked casually about how I'm doing. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Garen replied calmly.
Longbas raised his eyebrows and glanced at the girl next to him, as if he felt that his image was being challenged. "Why are you panicking? I am your brother, and you are so impatient after saying a few words to you?"
Jia Long was speechless. "If nothing happens, I will leave first and rush home to have lunch with Ying'er." He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, so he turned around and walked away.
"Hey! I'm your brother! Stop!" Longbas' eyes flashed with anger and he raised his voice.
"Lombas, you are really excited, aren't you!? Don't look for trouble!" Garen turned around, frowned, and also raised his voice. In the past, Garen might have been submissive, but now he is not what he used to be.
waste.
"Hehe... ok? How dare you yell at me? I told you to yell!!" Longbas suddenly reached out and slapped Garon in the face. With such force, he actually used a hint of fighting and explosive skills.
It increased by half at once.
The slap made a whirring sound and hit Garen hard on the left side of his face.
Snap!!
A crisp sound.
Garen and Lombas slapped each other hard.
The strength of the two of them is actually about the same, almost the same. But they are evenly matched.
Garen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this playful and lustful cousin could actually have some fighting skills. But his basic fighting skills were seriously at the elementary level. He put a little more force on his hands and exploded, fiercely.
A flick.
With a crash, Longbas was violently thrown to the side a few steps, and almost hit a middle-aged man on the other side. At this time, Longbas's face instantly turned red like liver, and he waved his hands and felt a wave of pain.
There was a burning pain. Looking carefully, his right hand was actually swollen. "Okay... Galleon... you're fine!!" He glanced at the girl on his side for the last time, "Wait for me!"
Garen didn't bother to look at him. This cousin just practiced some fighting skills casually because of his hobbies. There was no way he could surpass the level of his dedicated fighting skills. If he came to make trouble again, he would be abused by him. And if it were changed,
When it comes to finding someone, even with his uncle supporting him, Longbas doesn't have the guts.
"Stop looking for trouble. I don't know how disappointed my uncle will be if he sees you in such a useless state." After saying that, he turned and left the hall directly, walking out of the small wooden door. Behind him, he could faintly hear Longbas' angry roar.
Returning along the original route, because the flow of people increased, it took more than half an hour for Gallon to return to Lanshu Street where his home was located.
Walking in from the entrance of the community, the fourth red-roofed building on the right is where he lives now.
At the entrance of the stairs, a trembling white-haired old gentleman was walking down the stairs step by step with a cane.
Garen stood aside and waited slowly until the old gentleman was completely out of the stairwell before preparing to go upstairs.
The old gentleman smiled kindly at him, said nothing, and walked directly to the parking lot on the right. Although he didn't look very gentle step by step, he walked very seriously and meticulously. He was wearing a neat and clean black suit.
, actually gives people a faint sense of solemnity.
Jia Long withdrew his gaze, walked into the somewhat dark stairwell, and went up two floors. He happened to hear the patter of footsteps upstairs. He looked up through the gap in the stairs. He happened to see Ying'er's figure standing there.
He moved up slowly, as if he was moving something heavy.
"Ying'er!" he called.
"Galong?" Ying'er was still wearing a black waist dress, and the short skirt only covered her thighs. When she heard the shout, she bent down and put down her things, and looked down through the gap in the stairs as she walked over. "Are you back?
Come and help, I bought some white pears and piled them back to eat."
Jia Lung was about to reply when his cheeks suddenly turned red. From this angle, he could just see the scenery under Ying'er's skirt. Between the slender legs wrapped in black cotton pantyhose, there was a faint hint of white. "I know.
Come right away."
Ying'er seemed to be aware of something and closed her legs unconsciously. She immediately blushed and stepped back. "You guy! Don't imitate Longbas!"
"It's because you didn't pay attention!" Garen quickly clarified. He ran up a few steps, and bent down to pick up the yellow wooden frame placed on the stairs. As expected, there were dozens or twenty fist-sized white pears piled inside.
"What do you mean I'm not paying attention?" Ying'er said loudly with her hands on her hips. She seemed to have noticed that her voice was too loud. She quickly glanced around and said, "Let's go back first!"
Garen shrugged, hugged the wooden frame and walked up.
The two of them quickly climbed to the door of their house. Ying'er took out the key and opened the door. As soon as they entered and changed their shoes, Jia Long put down the pears and ran away.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut by Ying'er, and she moved her hands with a red face.
"You're dead Galleon!" She yelled and rushed over, her movements were agile and fast, and she was actually much faster than Galleon who was a beginner in fighting skills.
The two chased each other in circles in the living room for only ten seconds, only to hear a bang.
Jia Lung tripped over Ying'er, who was not wearing shoes, and lay on his back.
"At least it's an intermediate fighting skill... and it should have been trained in secret arts." He looked at Ying'er who was standing next to him speechlessly. Although he didn't use the fighting skills and didn't take it seriously,
The basic physical fitness and movement instincts can also be felt. My sister's fighting skills seem to be more focused on speed, rather than the explosive power of Baiyun Martial Arts School, and may be at the intermediate level of fighting skills.
Different martial arts schools have different emphasis on basic combat skills. Some focus on strength, some focus on explosiveness, some focus on speed, as well as strengthening physical fitness, dodge, endurance, etc. There are all kinds of them. And
Some have different names. These basic fighting techniques are just temporary techniques used during fighting, not secret training techniques.
The secret technique of exercise refers to a unique and secret method of exercising the body. It is the truly unique martial arts secret technique of the martial arts school.
Just like the basic fighting skills of Baiyun Martial Arts School, although it is just an explosive technique, it is not the essence and secret skills of Baiyun Martial Arts School. Every martial arts school has a unique set of secret training skills, which are different from the temporary skills of fighting and fighting.
, only true disciples can teach the secrets of exercise. Long-term exercise of the secrets can effectively improve the basic qualities of the human body, such as strength, explosive power, speed, endurance, flexibility, etc.
Jia Long has heard that the real disciples of Baiyun Martial Arts School are famous for their strength in competitions. Obviously the secret skills of the martial arts school are used to enhance strength. And now Ying'er's speed is obviously abnormally fast, and it is obviously the same.
Trained with secret techniques.
When his attention came back from his wandering, Garen suddenly turned his face away unnaturally. From his angle, he could just see the situation under the skirt of his standing sister. Her long and round legs were wrapped in black cotton socks and stretched all the way.
into the black shadow underneath the skirt.
"Okay! It's not good to imitate anyone but that idiot Longbas!" Ying'er gasped and kicked Garen on the chest. She was not afraid of being hurt by the kick through the thick clothes.
Garen blinked his eyes and suddenly reached out to grab her foot and pulled it.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound. Ying'er then hit him, and they both let out a groan of pain at the same time.
A faint girly body fragrance suddenly penetrated Garen's nose, and his sister's soft breasts hit his chest hard, making Garen's heart tremble slightly. "Okay, stop making trouble!" He rubbed his belly and got up quickly, "
What should I have for lunch?”
Ying'er bumped her head against Jia Long's chest and was pulled down without noticing. She was about to get angry, but suddenly her cheeks turned red again. She noticed that she was completely thrown into Jia Long's arms. She was more excited than when they were fighting before.
Long's chest felt a lot thicker. And this time when she was knocked down by herself, she was not as angry as before with a straight face, but looked like she didn't take it seriously. When she heard about lunch, she blinked and was stunned for a moment.
He reacted. He got up from the ground and combed his skirt. "I made honey bean cake and onion pie, and the leaf melon soup should also be stewed."