Zhuang Yan glanced at Mr. Wen, he had nothing to say, the Wen family was too big, so he couldn't move for the time being.
He brushed past Mr. Wen and never looked back.
The young man who was following Mr. Wen stared at Zhuang Yan's leaving back for a while, wondering in his heart, and asked, "Father, who is he?"
"An unimportant person."
Mrs. Wen thought she would be very excited when she saw the child who didn't grow up with her and Mr. Wen, and even lost her composure to the point of crying, but when she actually saw this child, Mrs. Wen's emotions were not what she imagined. The fluctuations in her heart were so great, and she didn't even have such a big impact on her when she saw Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan and himself are so similar in appearance, many times they don't need to introduce to others, they can tell at a glance that they are mother and son.
But it wasn't actually, Zhuang Yan was just a shield, a stand-in found by Mr. Wen.
Although the emotion was not as excited as imagined, Mrs. Wen still walked over with a smile on her face, held the young man's hand, and softly asked his name, his age, what he was doing now, and her attitude was better than Zhuang Yan's first time. When I came to Wen's house, I didn't know how much it was.
Mr. Wen raised his head and looked at Wen Yuyao standing not far away looking at the three of them. He didn't speak or come over. He asked, "Yuyao, what are you looking at?"
Wen Yuyao shook his head and didn't speak. He just felt that this young man was more like a biological mother and son than Zhuang Yan and Mrs. Wen. Maybe they found the wrong person.
"Yu Shun went to school and came back at night, you two are children of the Wen family, you must get along well."
"I know." The young man nodded and smiled.
Mrs. Wen had some good feelings for the young man, but she still couldn't bring up too many emotions to face him. All her bad emotions seemed to be given to Zhuang Yan.
It's really strange, she can pretend to be a famous lady in front of everyone, but when facing Zhuang Yan, she can't restrain her negative emotions.
When she saw Zhuang Yan for the first time, she almost collapsed, and she could only tell herself over and over in her heart that this was not her child.
On the one hand, it was because in the messages given by Mr. Wen, Zhuang Yan was too brutal and violent, and it was difficult for his parents to like him. On the other hand, Zhuang Yan's childhood was too miserable. Mrs. Wen couldn't accept that her children suffered so much because of her mistakes back then. To her, this was also a form of self-protection.
In the evening, when Wen Yushun came back from school, the whole family had a happy meal, and no one mentioned that annoying guy Zhuang Yan.
It's just that in the middle of the night, Mrs. Wen was awakened by the nightmare, and she broke out in a cold sweat. The moonlight came in through the window, and her face was as pale as paper.
Mr. Wen, who was sleeping next to her, woke up together, hugged her shoulders, and asked her softly, "What's wrong? Why are you still having nightmares after the children are back? Was it because you were scared by Zhuang Yan during the day?"
Mrs. Wen shook her head: "I don't know, I saw that child sinking in the sea in my dream, I wanted to rescue him, but I couldn't do anything, I could only watch him sink to the bottom of the sea little by little, and disappear from my sight. "
"You think too much." Mr. Wen patted Mrs. Wen's back lightly.
Mrs. Wen sniffed and asked Mr. Wen, "Are you really sure that's our child?"
"If you're worried, I'll find someone to do a paternity test on another day."
"But if this wasn't our child, where would that child be?" For some reason, Zhuang Yan's face suddenly appeared in Mrs. Wen's mind, and tears rolled down her eyes. She raised her head and forced the tears back .
"To Zhuang Yan..." Mrs. Wen's voice choked up, "Is it a bit too much?"
"You want to give him back the medicine you got?"
Mrs. Wen shook her head: "That's for Yushun. He's not in good health these days, and I'm always worried that something might happen."
"Then don't think about it so much, you are just too tired during this time, take a good rest."
Mrs. Wen hummed lightly and lay back on the bed.
Mr. Wen gently hugged Mrs. Wen, and the image of Zhuang Yan when he spoke today kept flashing in his mind, and he couldn't help worrying, what would happen if this person jumped the wall in a hurry.
…
That day after Zhuang Yan left Wen's house, he called Zhou Fei and went to Hengdao Boxing Gym together. As soon as Baozi, the owner of the boxing gym, saw Zhuang Yan coming, he trotted over from the front desk, as if he had just rushed out of a cage. The erha, almost flung his tongue out.
He rushed to Zhuang Yan, hugged him with both hands, and cried, "Boss, I thought you were really dead? I already lit thousands of small candles for you on the forum. Yesterday, Coach Zhou Tell me you're alive, I can't believe it."
Zhuang Yan raised his hand to touch Baozi's head. Baozi's full name is Bao Yiyi. It is said that he cried very loudly when he was born, so he got such a name. He is three years younger than Zhuang Yan. He came to see him as his own brother.
Baozi whimpered and complained to Zhuang Yan: "Boss, you don't even know what those people are saying about you on the forum. I have been fighting with them all day and all night. I have fought them for three hundred rounds with my strength, and I have never lost a single battle." , that scene was really dark clouds overwhelming the city, the torrential rain torrential, overwhelming..."
Zhuang Yan nodded, interrupted Baozi, and asked, "How did it turn out?"
Baozi let out a long sigh, and with the loneliness of unfulfilled ambitions on his face, he replied: "I was titled by the altar master this morning."
Zhuang Yan: "..."
Zhou Fei sneered at the side, raised his hand and knocked on the top of Baozi's head: "You must have this spirit in punching, maybe you are the winner of the golden belt now."
Baozi quickly shook his head. He left there because he couldn't stand the hard training. He asked his family for some money to open this boxing gym.
In the boxing gym, only a few young people were practicing or venting their emotions against the sandbags. In the empty training room, the boxing gloves collided with the sandbags and made a loud crackling sound. There were also two pairs standing on the stage and gesturing for a fight.
Zhou Fei's eyes swept over these young people, shaking his head constantly, he finally settled on Baozi: "It's up to you."
"I?"
"Can it work?" Zhou Fei asked Zhuang Yan.
"Can."
Baozi scratched his head: "Then I'll do it."
As soon as the people in the boxing gym saw that someone was coming to challenge Baozi, they put down their practice and gathered around one after another, wanting to see who was so fearless of death.
Although Baozi retired from the boxing team, he is considered a relatively talented one, but he is not very able to endure hardships. He is definitely a top existence among these amateur boxers, and he will also be the coach of these young people in normal times. For young people, if someone dared to challenge their Steamed Bun coach, they were simply overwhelmed.
After Zhuang Yan quit boxing and entered the gym to become a coach, he grew his mid-length hair, and sometimes curled his hair, which made him look less like a boxer than an artist, so boxing There are so many people in the museum that no one has recognized him yet.
"Who is that kid? When he comes up, he will fight with the owner,"
"I don't know him, but he looks familiar."
"Tsk tsk, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, I have to ask the curator to show him some color."
"Does he think the owner is too young to be bullied? It's not good to pick anyone, so he has to pick the owner."
…
These people were whispering non-stop in the audience. They didn't think much of Zhuang Yan. After all, this person's clothes didn't look like a serious boxer. It is estimated that he would not be able to survive a few tricks under Bao's hands.
The curator Bao's resume is about to add another glorious stroke, and several young people can't wait to go on stage to beat the curator twice.
Baozi on the stage knew that Zhuang Yan hadn't punched anyone for a long time, and he had a waist injury, so he probably didn't practice much.
"That boss, I will be more careful later, the injury on your waist is sure to be fine."
Zhuang Yan hummed, took off his camel long windbreaker jacket, lowered his head and put on his boxing gloves. The red gloves set off the whiteness of his exposed half of his wrists. From this point of view, he didn't look like a boxer.
The audience shook their heads one after another, and Zhuang Yan was almost booed to get off the stage.
"I won't talk about the rules, you two haven't forgotten it, have you?" Seeing that the two of them nodded, Zhou Fei made a hand gesture, then counted down three two one, and quickly backed away to give the two of them space.
Baozi took the lead in punching. He was full of momentum, and with a gust of wind, he punched directly in the direction of Zhuang Yan's nose. The audience couldn't help applauding and cheering for Baozi when he saw this scene. Unusually, this little boy had to beg for mercy and admit defeat immediately.
Then the reality was quite different from what they had imagined. Zhuang Yan dodged to the right, and at the same time squatted down and used a lower uppercut, hitting Baozi's lower abdomen.
During the confrontation with Baozi, Zhuang Yan discovered that without the resistance of the seawater, his skills seemed to be more flexible than before. Not only that, but the days at the bottom of the sea trained his hearing and sixth sense which were different from ordinary people. Can better predict the next move of the opponent.
The audience looked at the changes on stage in surprise, blinking their eyes in disbelief, why did Zhuang Yan score first
A blind cat meets a dead mouse.
Baozi was very happy when he was hit by Zhuang Yan. His attitude was a little more serious than before, and his eyes on Zhuang Yan became brighter. The two tested each other for a while. This time, Zhuang Yan launched an attack on Baozi first. Baozi rushed forward with a straight punch, Baozi hugged his fist to block, and then dived down to get rid of Zhuang Yan's entanglement, but Zhuang Yan seemed to have anticipated his movement, and he scored another point with a swing of the fist.
Baozi was forced to retreat to the corner of the boxing ring. This position was very unfavorable for him. At this time, the audience in the audience had already been silent, and they were watching this wonderful match on the stage intently.
There are only opponents in the boxing ring, not friends.
Zhuang Yan's face sank like water, his expression was serious and even a little indifferent. He didn't intend to release water at all. He punched Baozi's chin with a heavy punch. The power of this punch was so great that it directly caused Baozi's fist to scatter, followed by another blow. A set of jabs rained down on Baozi's face. Baozi had no power to defend himself and wanted to dodge several times, but Zhuang Yan would always follow him no matter where he went.
Baozi leaned over and wanted to escape, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a straight fist rushing towards his face, and the gray eyes of the owner of the fist seemed to be burning with fire.
Baozi finally couldn't hold on after being punched, and fell heavily on the ground, making a dull sound that echoed in the training room.
it's over
it's over!
Someone looked down at the time, forty-seven seconds, less than a round, and the owner of the restaurant they admired was knocked to the ground just like that.
There was a moment of silence in the training room, and everyone stared blankly at Zhuang Yan on the ring.
The sun shone in from behind him, and the man with medium-length hair stood on the stage, showing a smile that belonged to the winner, which was extremely dazzling.
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