It snowed heavily all day and all night.
The next day was still going on, Xu Qing got up from the bed, stood at the window to have a look, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.
It's been a long time since Jiangcheng has had such a heavy snowfall, and the local news has already heard the news, with various headlines of "I haven't seen it in ten years" and "What happened in more than ten years" filled the page.
"So early? You can sleep a little longer."
Wrapped in pajamas, Xu Qing came out to pee, and when he was about to go back to the house, the door of Jiang He's room opened. This girl was wearing a sweater and was about to practice martial arts with a sword.
"Can't sleep." Jiang He said.
"Habit?"
"Habit."
"It's time to change it." Xu Qing shook his head, and dragged the cotton back to the house while talking, "In this kind of heavy snow day, you should hide under the blanket until noon, eat a meal, and then go in and lie down... that's called enjoyment." .”
"..."
Jiang He didn't respond, and held his breath, ready to gesture.
"Hiss~ah."
Xu Qing, who got back into the bed, let out a long sigh of relief. Although there was heating in the room, it was not as warm as a warm bed.
"Don't turn it off, don't turn it off, I'll see if I can learn it." He shouted.
When I came back, I deliberately didn’t close the bedroom door, and the door of Jiang He’s room was also open. One of them was lying on their own bed, and the other was standing in their own room. They could see each other when they looked up from the living room. Jiang He felt awkward and wanted to close the door , but was stopped by this guy.
"You...you haven't gotten up yet."
"I'll just lie down, and I'm not naked. Isn't this wearing clothes?" Xu Qing leaned back on the bed, shaking the pajamas on her body, "It's okay."
Jiang He thought for a while, this guy seemed to hang around in pajamas a lot, so he didn't say any more, turned his back to readjust his state, and practiced his sword skills.
The three-foot long sword felt heavy even when Xu Qing was holding it, but in Jiang He's hands it looked like a fake sword in the hands of the old man in the park.
There were no fancy tricks, she just walked around in small steps in the small area of the small room, and her moves were sharp.
Usually Xu Qing would applaud, but today he was quiet, secretly taking pictures with his mobile phone in his hand, Jiang He who looked like this was completely different from sitting in front of the computer.
A sassy heroine and a naive house girl.
"It would be even better if you practiced outside in the snow." Seeing that Jiang He had finished practicing the closing posture, he clicked his tongue in admiration.
"You don't need any special effects, you can just take a camera and make a blockbuster movie."
Other people's photos are fake, but this one is real.
"It's cold outside."
Jiang He put his sword back into its sheath with a clang, rolled up his sleeves and resumed his naive look - I don't know when he learned this movement from Xu Qing, he clasped his hands together, and the standard farmer's fist.
"Are you still afraid of the cold?" He asked.
"It's more resistant to freezing than you, but it's not that I'm not afraid."
"Oh."
Xu Qing lost interest, flipped through the photos twice, then got into the quilt a few times and lay down, ready to catch up on sleep.
It doesn't matter if you don't practice this kind of broken kung fu, it's useful for anti-freeze, and the kid with kidney deficiency can still do it if you practice it...
He closed his eyes and thought about it, then suddenly opened his eyes again, and got up from the bed after thinking about it, "By the way, your kung fu...is it to keep fit?"
"Practice martial arts is to strengthen the body."
Jiang He, who was about to wash up, heard his words, turned around, rolled up his sleeves and squeezed his fists at him, "I'm much stronger than you."
"Knowing you can break a tree... I mean, it's a strong—well, how strong?"
"It's just strong."
"..."
Xu Qing licked her lips, touched the phone from the bedside, and opened Baidu search.
After a while.
"Teach me!"
"Ok?"
"I think kung fu is a traditional culture. It's a pity that it has been lost like this..." Xu Qing climbed out of bed vigorously, ran out to gear up and prepare to practice martial arts.
"..."
Jiang He looked at him inexplicably, wondering why this man suddenly changed his temper.
"Quick, I must study hard and practice hard, and strive to become a generation of masters, is this how I stand?"
Wearing pajamas and wearing a cotton mop, Xu Qing put on the posture that Jiang He taught him before, looking serious.
Kung fu is a good thing, and so is pile.
It's a pity that this guy didn't live up to his expectations. Within ten minutes, his legs began to tremble, his arms sank, and his posture began to deform.
"Hands up."
After washing up, Jiang He sat in front of the computer, gnawed an apple in his hand, looked back and gave some instructions.
"How long did you stand for the first time?" Xu Qing asked while trying to maintain his posture.
"Probably... half a stick of incense."
"How long is half a stick of incense? In minutes."
"Ten minutes."
"what?"
Xu Qing looked at his watch, and suddenly got discouraged and sat down on the sofa to move his hands and feet, "Only ten minutes?"
From this point of view, he is also a seedling of martial arts, not much different from Jiang He.
"It's different." Jiang He shook his head, his tone was quite serious: "I started practicing when I was young. At that time, it was half a column... ten minutes, then increased to half an hour, and then one hour. This practice lasted for more than ten minutes. years.
You started martial arts relatively late, and your foundation is also very poor. You are out of breath after running two steps..."
"Stop talking, I know."
Xu Qing is powerless to complain. Judging by this standard, modern times have basically no good foundation. In the past, only high-rise residential buildings had elevators, but now even the stairs are equipped with escalators...
How long has he been running
Except for the short run with Jiang He when I hit the tree last time, I ran in the rain when autumn just started... I can count the number of times I run in a year with two hands.
"In martial arts, you need to keep your fists in your hands. Kung fu is honed bit by bit. You want to become a generation of masters..."
"No, I don't want to, I just want to keep fit."
"... That's easy, as long as you stick to it." Jiang He nodded after thinking about it, "That's it for today, and if you stick to it every day, you'll be able to stand for half an hour soon, and then I'll teach you boxing. "
"After I learn it, I can go shirtless and punch in the snow, won't it feel cold?" Xu Qing asked.
He has seen others play like this in the snow, they seem to be quite old, swimming in the Songhua River in winter.
"Why do you have such a strange... quirk?" Jiang He couldn't understand why he had to run out shirtless, even when it was snowing.
"No, I'm just asking, I'm not surprised at all."
Xu Qing shook his head, it was really just a question.
The first snow in winter was also the day when he started practicing martial arts seriously for the first time.
"Do you count me as my master?"
"It doesn't count... right?"
"Then how about I call you aunt?"
"Huh?" Jiang He turned around in doubt, not understanding what he meant.
"nothing."
Xu Qing waved his hand, "Forget what I just said."
He didn't want to lose an arm, and he didn't want Jiang He... Bah, it didn't exist.
This little day is comfortable and free.