As if a layer of window paper had been punctured, when Gong Er said the word "ok", the two of them suddenly looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
At the same time, the two opened their hearts and started talking and laughing.
"Sister..."
"Hmph! You still call me Senior Sister."
"Oh, it's Miss Ruomei."
"snort!"
Gong Er's coquettishness was filled with indescribable charm.
"Don't call me that in front of others."
"What's that called?"
"Call Senior Sister."
"Then I'm going to suffer a loss?"
"What's the disadvantage?"
"I'm older than you."
"Then you are also my junior brother."
"squeak……"
Feng Zhou suddenly paused and held the brake with his left hand. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and stopped Gong Er's bicycle.
"Ah!" Gong Er was startled, but her skills were extremely fast and her flexibility was natural. Even though the car stopped, she did not lose control due to inertia.
"What are you doing?" The girl was frightened and raised her pretty face slightly, like a flower.
"How should you call me when there are no outsiders?"
Feng Zhou looked into Gong Er's eyes and said lovingly.
His voice is very nice and his face is very handsome.
For a moment, Gong Er was almost lost in the tenderness of Prince Charming. His mind was confused for a while, but his mouth was like an oriole, and he shouted in a low voice: "Brother Zhou."
As soon as the words came out, she suddenly woke up and couldn't help but blush. Under Feng Zhou's gentle eyes, she gently lowered her head.
The next step was to talk and laugh all the way, and they didn't look at each other until they separated when they entered the campus.
In the evening, the two of them had dinner with Gong Baosen at the same table. Feng Zhou and Gong Er couldn't help but secretly squeeze their hands and touch their elbows. They were really deeply in love, and they couldn't bear to part with each other for a moment. Gong Baosen
Treat it as if you haven't seen it yet, just keep your head down and eat.
After the two went to school the next day, Gong Baosen sat there, holding a folding fan in his hand and patting his palms gently.
"Lucky Star, come here."
he suddenly shouted.
Lao Jiang was standing in the porch at this time, holding the knife under his crotch with one hand, touching the monkey on his shoulder with the other, closing his eyes and relaxing.
When he heard the master calling, Lao Jiang said "Hey", opened the door curtain and walked in.
"Master, what are your instructions when calling me Lao Jiang?"
"Sit down and let us chat."
Gong Baosen said.
When he said these words, Lao Jiang couldn't help but feel sad.
He has been following the master for more than ten years. All the former disciples have gone their separate ways, and the old brothers led by him are also running around. Many of the remaining forces are led by the eldest disciple Ma San.
From the usual crowd of distinguished guests to the empty crowd now, now that Gong Baosen is getting older, the only person he can talk to is Jiang Fuxing, a big boss.
"good!"
Lao Jiang sat down calmly.
"Do you still remember Zhang Yunqiao from Jinmen?"
"Master, are you talking about Zhang Yunqiao who opened the hospital in Jinmen? I remember that he comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. When he was young, he went to the palace to treat the Empress Dowager Cixi."
Jiang Fuxing frowned, thought for a while and then said.
"Yes, that's him. He has a son named Zhang Haicheng. He is going to study at Nankai University this year. The young man looks very talented."
"ah?"
Lao Jiang's mind was shaken, and he thought a lot in an instant, but didn't say anything. Seeing Gong Baosen's expression was dull, he could only ask cautiously: "I also remember this young man. He was still young at that time, and he had a stable temperament. Master
What does it mean?"
"It's not that I have any ideas. Lao Zhang wrote me this letter a few days ago. His child is already eighteen years old. Lao Zhang wants to calm his mind."
"But the second lady's thoughts..."
Yuan Fuxing said cautiously.
"Hey..." Gong Baosen sighed.
How could Gong Baosen not see the thoughts of his daughter and the thoughts of closed disciple Feng Zhou?
What he was worried about was that Feng Zhou was too wild. No matter how high his martial arts talent was now, the world he would conquer in the future would be huge, and there would be more secret opponents then.
Having been in the world for many years, it is inevitable that he will cause some unpleasant things. If this close disciple and his daughter get together, the higher his achievements will be in the future, the more enemies he will have, and the more trouble his daughter will have.
I have been in it my whole life, how can I let my daughter fall into this vortex?
How could he bear it?
The Zhang family is different. They are a good family, and Zhang Haicheng is also a good boy. His daughter will not suffer any loss if she marries him.
Therefore, even though he knew that his daughter was attracted to his close disciple, he still had many worries.
"Sir." It's not that Jiang Fuxing doesn't understand these twists and turns, but he has watched Gong Er grow up, so of course he hopes that she will feel at ease and be at ease, instead of squandering the pride in her heart.
"Sir." Lao Jiang paused for a moment and then said: "The second young lady is still young, and the Zhang family's child is not very old either. Is it too anxious to think about getting them to have a relationship now?"
"What you said makes sense." Gong Baosen nodded.
I also breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this point, delaying for some time may be the best way.
First of all, the children are young and have a long time to wait for them to make their own decisions.
Secondly, the child of the Zhang family is only eighteen years old, and he may not be able to maintain his original intention as the years go by. If he imitates those young people who clamor for freedom and liberation, and the in-laws become enemies, it will be harmful.
Got a daughter.
"Let's do this. I'll write a letter and you can go to Jinmen yourself and give Lao Zhang a good talk."
Gong Baosen set the tone.
"Okay!" Jiang Fuxing nodded in agreement and went down to prepare.
After Gong Baosen finished writing the letter, Ma San, who had been away for two months, came back.
"Master, I'm back." Ma San stood in front of Master, bending slightly to show respect.
His master brought him up, taught him martial arts, left him to take care of everything, and trained him to be his successor, so he regarded his master as a master and a father.
"How are things going?" Gong Baosen asked calmly.
"Disciple, everything is done. According to Master's instructions, I have been to Peiping, Jinmen, Baoding, and Cangzhou during this period, and visited more than 20 seniors."
"Is there any difficulty here for you?" Gong Baosen's tone was calm.
"Not on the surface, but secretly there are a few senior disciples who want to hook up with my disciple. If they do, I won't talk about it."
Ma San's tone was as calm as his master's. The reserve in his tone could not hide his confidence and pride, showing his domineering attitude.
Gong Baosen wants his eldest disciple Ma San to take over his class, which is not only a matter for the Gong family, but also a major matter for the northern martial arts community.
Whether Ma San is qualified to take over cannot be determined by Gong Baosen alone, but must also be recognized by the seniors in the northern martial arts world.
After all, the Gong family is the leader of the northern martial arts world. If Ma San wants to stand in that position, he must show his ability.
Ma San's visit to these heroes one by one is actually like a future commander patrolling his jurisdiction. As long as he shows his excellent skills and his ability to share the cake, he can immediately gain support.
Among them, having good skills is the most important thing.
To be able to show superior skills among the disciples of more than 20 senior masters who are renowned in the martial arts world, this shows that Ma San's Xingyiquan has reached the master level.
"Is there any gain?" Gong Baosen asked with a smile, this was what he cared about most.
"Master, don't worry, my disciple has learned a lot in these days."