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The family's breakfast is very simple, and you can tell their preferences from the drinks: in front of the father is a small teapot with a very detailed carving and a tea cup, and in front of the two children are glasses full of milk.

Bread, steamed buns, steamed buns, eggs, put them in a pot if they need to be heated, and take them out of the bag if they are cold. The Jiang family all get up early, which also gives them the habit of having morning meetings at the breakfast table.

"Sumire," said the father, who was always concerned about his daughter's condition. "How was school these two days?"

"It's all the same. I worked very hard to listen to the class." Jiang Jin muttered, "But I just can't do this math. What can I do..."

"If you don't know, just ask your brother. He is a few levels above you, and he is more familiar with tutoring." However, his daughter seems to have reached a rebellious age, and she has a little temper, and Father Jiang can only turn a blind eye.

Quan pretended not to hear it. "The high school entrance examination will be next year, so study more."

This sentence seemed to hit Jiang Jin's pain point, and her reaction was much more intense than before, "Then my brother has just been divided into different subjects. Why did you - ugh!"

Jiang Yan took a bun with one hand and stuffed it into his sister's mouth, telling her not to say what was next. Freeing up one hand to pour tea for his father, Jiang Yan asked, "Dad, how are you doing with mom these two days?"

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Jiang's father pursed his lips and took the teacup. "You know your mother's health has always been bad. She was so busy this summer that she didn't bother to check her body. She got sick from overwork and won't get better in a while.

of."

"The doctor said that I will need to stay in the hospital for two more days, but when I went to see me yesterday, I was in much better spirits than that day. It's not a big problem."

Jiang Yan nodded and added half a glass of milk to his sister who was scratching her neck and beating her chest. "That's good. I'll go visit Mom after class tomorrow. Dad, what do you think?"

The father shook his head slightly, "Let's be busy with the competition these two days - it took a lot of effort for you to make up your mind, didn't it? I hope your persistence will bear fruit."

"It is not easy to inherit a martial arts school."

"...I know, Dad."

Jiang Jin seemed to want to say something more, but was stopped by a look from her brother. "It's getting late. We are packing our schoolbags and getting ready to go out. Xiao Jin, remember to bring all your homework with you last night."

"I know, brother, why are you just like mom?" Jiang Jin sighed softly, "Dad, remember to tell mom that I miss her very much."

"Yes." In response to his daughter's request, Father Jiang looked at his son, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak. "Protect your sister on the way to school."

"Yes." Jiang Yan responded with a smile, as if the little friction at the dinner table had not happened at all. He led his sister out of the door of the boxing gym on the first floor, and he did not forget to put out the sign and poster.

Baji Boxing Gym.

Learn Chinese martial arts, strengthen your body, and hone your will. Now recruiting students...

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In fact, the Jiang family’s boxing gym was not without its bustle. Several generations ago, the ancestor of the Jiang family studied under an expert and learned the orthodox Bajiquan.

Many good stories have been passed down from the upper echelons. The boxing skills have been passed down from generation to generation. Although no one has reached the level of the original ancestor, most of the experience and accumulation have been passed down. There are some real guys.

The so-called "establishing a sect" in the boxing gym was a matter for Grandpa Jiang Yan. The old man and his family were also much more open-minded and did not mind teaching the skills passed down by their ancestors in a wide range of ways, so with the help of friends

Hanging up the plaque means that this business is started. After Hou Jiang's father became successful in school and started a family, the old man saw that the time was right, so he passed the boxing gym to his son, retired after success, and enjoyed his retirement.

Life is gone.

When Jiang Yan was first born, the business of the boxing gym was at its peak. At that time, it was promoted that "children need to develop in many aspects", and the various fighting skills in various interest classes were also popular among parents. In addition, Jiang Yan's grandfather accumulated a lot of good skills.

Thanks to word-of-mouth, the business of the boxing gym has reaped a wave of dividends. From time to time, Jiang Jin can still recall the distant but obvious sound of humming and haha ​​practicing boxing in his childhood memory - if Jiang Jin can recall some of the sounds of her babyhood in her dreams, maybe

You can also catch the tail end of that era.

But we can only catch the tail. The relocation of the commercial center of the old city has been planned for a long time. If you are a thoughtful businessman, you have already planned to buy a shop in the new city to face the upcoming "

"Winter". But Jiang's father is just an ordinary father, and he is just a martial artist with no education who only focuses on boxing and kicking. Looking at the two-story building where his father has accumulated most of his family business and the boxing skills passed down for generations, the Jiang family

The boxing gym did not choose to relocate.

When Jiang Yan started to go to school, Jiang Jin had already remembered that this place had become a forgotten corner of the city: it was not that he was unaware of the bustling traffic in the downtown area, nor that he was unaware of the feasting and feasting of the wine market, but that had nothing to do with this place.

Time always slows down here, and the bus to the city center only comes every hour. The night here always comes very early, often before nine o'clock, and only the street lights are left.

It lights up alone. The roads here are also very spacious. There are not a lot of cars parking everywhere and blocking the roads. There are even few traffic lights. Jiang Yan and Jiang Jin, Jiang Yan takes Jiang Jin, Jiang Yan looks at Jiang Jin

, in this corner of a somewhat forgotten town, the years have faded away, and the slight wrinkles at the corners of my parents’ eyes have also faded away.

Jiang Yan was carrying two schoolbags and watched his sister walking alone in front. Occasionally, he didn't care about the difference between the sidewalk and the road, but he was helpless: "Xiao Jin, don't make trouble. The car is coming and it's not a joke."

Jiang Jin didn't care, "I'm not a five-year-old child. Why don't I know how to hide when a car comes?"

It really made people's heads ache. Jiang Jin couldn't help but reflect on whether he should not have taken her around without caring about anything when he was young. This seemed to have indirectly led to Jiang Jin's habit of not paying much attention to the road conditions. But there were families with children around.

They all left this old city with their children. The absence of the sound of children playing may have helped some people who had trouble sleeping, but it made Jiang Yan miserable: he didn't know how many games he could play with his children.

As a result, running around with a wild girl seemed to be the only option.

Nowadays, the wild girl has grown up, but she has also changed into a different appearance: when she is not talking, she is still a gentle little girl, but when she talks or plays with acquaintances, she directly evolves into a wild girl. She can't sit still.

Yes, if her mother hadn’t often complimented her on how beautiful her long hair was, she would have shaved her head long ago: this child often complained that taking care of her hair was too time-consuming.

"If you keep walking like this, I'll take the car to school." Jiang Yan had no choice but to use his usual "threat", and it worked. "...The car is not as fast as our feet. It's boring and boring every time."

I fainted every time I took the bus with the school." Now Jiang Jin walked honestly on the sidewalk.

"Brother, when do you think dad can buy us a battery car? Then I can sleep for twenty more minutes." Before she could finish thinking about the wonderful life of being able to sleep for twenty minutes, Jiang Jin said to herself

He poured a bucket of cold water on himself: "Let's forget it. If I break your hand while riding a bike, dad won't kill me. It's still important for you to compete."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but laugh, "It doesn't matter if I fell. If something happens to you, my parents will hang me up and beat me! But if you really want it, I can buy you a car with my bonus after I win the competition. As long as you promise me to pay attention."

Just stay safe and study hard.”

"Really?" Jiang Jin paid for a cigarette, and then changed into a very angry posture. "No, no, no, that's not the point." The girl sighed helplessly and said to her brother:

"Don't be like dad, brother. He doesn't care about you. You should be kinder to yourself..."


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