After going through the grudges and hatreds of a sixteen-year-old boy, Wen Liang devoted himself to physical training with great enthusiasm. Although he met a master of internal martial arts in his previous life, that was when he graduated from college at the age of twenty-five or twenty-six. His skeleton and body shape had already been fixed. After a year of hard training with his master, he achieved almost no results. Although this master was obtained with two roast chickens and several big meals, the cost performance was still shockingly low. The master once said with regret that if he could start practicing at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he would definitely have achieved some success in ten years. Now, he should focus on entertainment... Wen Liang burst into tears after hearing these words.
Now that he had the chance, Wen Liang naturally didn't want to miss it. He didn't have any dreams of becoming a martial arts master, and he knew that fists couldn't solve problems, but if he could avoid the humiliation that happened that night from happening again while exercising his body, why not do it
Wen Liang made a detailed schedule according to the master's teachings in his memory. He got up at five o'clock every morning, did long-distance running for an hour, did horse stance for half an hour, then bent over and did splits, and practiced boxing for another hour. Since internal martial arts took too long to show results, he also practiced Taekwondo every afternoon. Although this thing looked fancy, it was enough to deal with ordinary people.
Wen Liang was already very proficient in these things in his previous life, but now his physical fitness is too poor and he can't do many of the movements, so there is a process of gradual training and familiarity. According to this intensity, Wen Liang estimated that he should be able to say goodbye to the bean sprout appearance within two months of summer vacation. Although he is not as macho as Mu Shanshan, at least he will not look so skinny and wretched when standing in front of Gu Wenyuan.
In this way, maybe we can get closer to each other
Thinking of this, Wen Liang was suddenly shocked. Only then did he realize that the shadow left by Gu Wenyuan on him was still deeply imprinted in his heart, even though he had traveled through two time and space and experienced more than ten years. It had never dissipated or weakened.
Wen Liang lived in the No. 7 staff building of the Municipal Party Committee. The house type and location were very ordinary. The only advantage was that there was a small sports field on the west side of the staff building. There were a small running track, a basketball court, parallel bars, and a rectangular sand pool. The official said that it was dug at the request of a leader who liked triple jump. Many leaders like sports, but even the sixteen-year-old Wen Liang didn't believe that he liked such an unconventional sport. The saying of the roadside society was more reliable: a leader looked at the feng shui and it was said that if he jumped for no reason, his official position would rise by three levels. Facts proved that the leader was fooled. Not long after the sand pool was dug, the leader was removed from office and the matter was settled. This place became a playground for children in the compound to play house.
Wen Liang found six bamboo poles and inserted them in a circle at the six corners of the pond. Then he bought six bells and hung them on them. He stood in the center and kicked forward, backward, sideways, hanging from behind, and double-kicked. He used the right kick and did not touch the bells as the standard. He first trained his body's sensitivity, coordination, and control. As for strength and intensity, he had the inner martial arts skills, so he did not need to kick the inch board anymore.
On the first day, Wen Liang was so tired that he fell to the ground after running for an hour. He had to rest for a long time before he could barely stand in a horse stance. In the afternoon, he couldn't even do any movements, and even kicking was done with one hand. Coordination and control became a joke. The bell kept ringing, and he looked like a mess in the wind.
When she got home in the evening, Ding Mei, who usually didn't care much about Wen Liang and was careless, actually pulled her son's head to touch his head, took his temperature, and asked about his health. After a long time, she asked worriedly: "Are you okay, son? Several neighbors told me today that your Liang Liang is worried. He is usually a very obedient child, but today he was kicking and jumping on the playground. I wonder if something happened..."
Wen Liang rolled his eyes, waved his hands, and collapsed on the bed, saying breathlessly: "Mom, add an egg to breakfast tomorrow. It's not nutritious enough, and no matter how good the movements are, I can't do it..."
Ding Mei was stunned and didn't know what to say.
For a month, Wen Liang persisted with extraordinary perseverance, regardless of the weather. His originally sallow face was tanned and looked healthy. His weak and docile face was calm and resolute. From the side, he was no longer childish. His black eyes were deeply precipitated, reflecting the reflection of the whole world, which seemed deep and mysterious. He was a little taller. Although he didn't have bulging muscles to fill out his appearance, his broad shoulders and long legs made his whole body look slender and moderate.
Wen Liang is still the boy he was more than a decade ago, but he has become more stable and calm; Wen Liang is still the man he was more than a decade later, but he has become more youthful and frivolous. At this moment, he seems to have merged his past and present selves into one, without any distinction between the two.
At noon that day, under the blazing sun, Wen Liang still insisted on kicking in the sand pool. The bell on the bamboo pole had long been replaced with a wooden board about an inch thick. Only one side of the board was tied to the pole, so it could not bear the force. When he had practiced to a high level, he could use the force and speed to kick it in two. Wen Liang was still unable to grasp the timing of exerting force instantly, and could only kick the board high up but could not break it.
Just after finishing a set of movements, I suddenly heard a pleasant voice next to me: "What are you practicing? Martial arts?"
Wen Liang turned his head and saw a girl in a white dress standing not far away. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. Her bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. When she blinked, the light flowed and was clear. She had a very fair complexion, a straight nose, and an oval face. Although it was not extremely beautiful, it was gentle and heroic.
It was the hottest time of the day, but the place where the girl was standing seemed to be brought with cool breezes.
"Oh, this isn't actually martial arts, it's dance!"
The girl in white chuckled, with a hint of disdain in her eyes, "Really? You're not trying to save the damsel in distress by dancing like this, are you?"
Um
Wen Liang was shocked by the girl's directness. In this era, there should be very few girls who would actively approach others and talk about such a deep topic right away. You can't judge a person by appearance. You must measure the cup size with your hands...
But the strange thing is, why does this sentence sound so familiar
Wen Liang raised his hand to his forehead and looked at the girl carefully. He seemed to have seen her somewhere before, but he also had no impression of her. He hesitated for a while and then gave up. Maybe in every man's mind, beautiful women should be like this, right
Are you trying to save the beauty by dancing like this
Why does this sound so familiar
Seeing Wen Liang staring at her stupidly, the girl was not angry. She took a few steps forward, and her tone was even a little sarcastic: "I know that boys of your age all have a martial arts dream. They hope that one day they can sing and wield swords, do justice, and maybe even have a confidante. I have no intention of hurting your little boy's dream, but," she lifted her skirt and jumped down. Her white and tender calves flashed before her eyes, making the summer air even more sultry, "just like inserting a few bamboo poles, hanging a few wooden boards, and then jumping around like a frog, can you practice peerless martial arts?"
The girl stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the wooden board, and swung it lightly twice. Her expression was serious, so serious that you would think she was talking about something very sacred, but her tone was full of teasing, sarcasm and disdainful sneer, coupled with the faint smile on her beautiful face. If Wen Liang was really a sixteen-year-old boy, he would go crazy at this time.
"Well, what you said makes sense. I also think this is quite stupid. But wouldn't it be even stupider to find a cliff and jump off like in TV and novels?" Wen Liang had a dull look on his face. If he happened to drool a little, he would look more like some legendary mentally retarded master.
The girl stared at Wen Liang for a long time, then suddenly raised her hand and tapped her forehead, rolling her eyes helplessly. The master demeanor she had put on so hard just now suddenly collapsed, and she looked extremely cute. She murmured, "I was wrong. I should have thought that besides people with strong personalities, there are also idiots who are still jumping around so happily in such a hot weather..."
Wen Liang almost burst out laughing. The familiar feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He asked tentatively: "From the tone of your classmate, you know martial arts, and you are an expert?"
The girl perked up immediately after hearing this. She raised her head slightly and said proudly, "I don't dare to call myself a master, but I can deal with someone like you." She raised her index finger and shook it, "One finger is enough!"
Wen Liang stood in awe, his wretched adult character taking over. He glanced up the girl's skirt. If this beauty could do a back kick, it would be so spectacular... He immediately bowed and said, "Let's play a round? Whoever loses buys ice cream..."
The girl curled her lips and muttered "childish", then said in a very clear voice: "Ten ice creams!"
"make a deal!"
The sun above my head is getting hotter and hotter, just like this ignorant youth.
The two stood in the sand pool. The girl emphasized the rule one last time: whoever falls to the ground first loses. Wen Liang nodded indifferently. He basically ignored this rule. Of course, whoever pushes the other is still pushing, right? There is no need to be particular about this kind of thing.
Wen Liang raised his hand, staggered his steps, shifted his center of gravity forward and downward, his eyes fixed firmly on his opponent.
The girl in white lightly lifted her left foot, toes touching the ground, and stepped back three inches with her right foot. She exerted force on her waist, raised her right fist to her chest, put her left hand behind her, extended her palm, and bent her fingers, and then...
Secretly grabbed the butt!
A flash of lightning passed through Wen Liang's mind, and the fragments that had disappeared in his memory were suddenly pieced together. Before his rebirth, in Beijing, in the Taekwondo gym, that grace of raising her legs and turning around, that pretty face that seemed half angry and half angry, after so many light years, quietly reappeared before his eyes, at this moment.
"Xu Yao?"
The girl was stunned, and the surprised expression on her face told Wen Liang the answer.
Xu Yao, this is Xu Yao in high school.
It turns out that you have this habit of scratching your butt before a fight since you were a kid! Wen Liang stood there in a daze, feeling a lot of emotions. (To be continued)