Fang Haohan produced scissors, and Fang Haohan produced rock. Rock hits scissors, Fang Yingxiong wins this round and has priority in selecting beautiful women.
His chubby face was full of smiles, and he walked up to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin in his most charming and charming appearance. Before he had time to open and shut up, the two little girls greeted him politely. He bent down and bowed, shouting: "Hello, uncle."
"Uncle----Uncle----" Fang Yingxiong's face turned red.
After all, as a man, he must always maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. Maybe there will be another village where everything is bright and clear? The most important thing is, don’t today’s little girls like older uncles? Only uncles have great competitiveness.
Otherwise, Fang Yingxiong suppressed his pain and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin with a smile: "We are two beautiful little girls."
Let me see, what a gentle and decent response.
"Uncle, I look like Garfield." Yuan Lin said with a giggle.
o:o!
Garfield
How did he become Garfield? How does he look like Garfield? How could he be like a cat-----
Fang Yingxiong's face no longer hurt, but this time his heart ached.
"No. It's so cruel." Jiang Qin also agreed.
"Hahahahaha-----" Fang Yingxiong laughed, suddenly opening his eyes and mouth into an O-shape, and sticking out his plump tongue. He put his legs next to his ears to make a scissor-leg gesture and said, "Is he Garfield? Is he Garfield from Garfield----"
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin laughed so hard that they shed tears.
Yuan Lin pointed at Fang Yingxiong and said: "How cruel----Uncle Fatty is so cruel----"
"No, no, it really looks like that fat cat. I really want to pinch his face----"
Face pinching
Fang Yingxiong's eyes lit up, he swayed step by step in front of Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, and shouted: "Master, pinch his face quickly, pinch his face quickly - pinch face to unlock More skills.”
thump!
Fang Yan kicked him from behind.
"Who kicked him?" When Fang Yingxiong struggled to get up from the ground, he saw Fang Yan's black face covered with black lines on his head.
"Uncle Master----" Fang Yingxiong's chubby face immediately turned into a smile, and he said flatteringly: "I got better and better with my 'Red Snake Tail Flick', and I kicked him completely off guard." Power——kick well, kick well."
"How could my idiot scum, the descendant of Fang Family Tai Chi, do something that undermines the family's reputation? As a top martial artist, they should have basic requirements for their own image. Stand like Loose, moving like the wind, standing like a copper bell——Fang Yingxiong, let me tell him, what did I do? Can I deserve the name of our hero?"
Fang Haohan looked aggrieved and said, "Uncle Junior, he stood there and did nothing."
"I'm sorry for calling you smooth." Fang Yan apologized to Fang Haohan. Then he focused his attack on Fang Yingxiong and said, "I'll wake up and wake up."
"No, little uncle." Fang Yingxiong replied with a low eyebrow.
Fang Yan sighed softly, turned around and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin who were following behind him: "He didn't want to mistake them for being strict, but he had to be strict. The country has national laws, and the family has family rules. Since they came from Fang's Tai Chi, they also Call him Junior Uncle, and he will have to be responsible for their words and deeds - we don't know that those famous sects are very strict in discipline for their disciples. Martial arts and virtue are indispensable. There is martial virtue. Without martial arts, it is difficult to enter the hall. With martial arts but no martial ethics, it is easy for disciples to go out and do mischief----"
"Those who practice martial arts are like the Iron Man, Spider-Man and Batman in the city. If they don't stand upright, won't they become the villains in the movie? Let me think about it, if Spider-Man harms the people, then he has to bring How much loss will it cause? Is there any hope for that country?"
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin looked at Fang Yan with stars on their faces, and praised him in unison: "Teacher Fang, I'm so handsome."
Fang Yan waved his legs freely and said: "That has nothing to do with whether they are handsome or not. Then it is their responsibility as warriors - the greater a person's ability, the greater the responsibility, that sentence He never dares to forget."
"Teacher Fang, am I a good and responsible man?" Yuan Lin said, grabbing Fang Yan's legs and arms.
Jiang Qin pulled Yuan Lin away from Fang Yan and said: "My little nymphomaniac, I didn't explain to him why the number of Teacher Fang where he was showing off could not be reached? Tell me what did I do? "
Jiang Qin took Yuan Lin's place and grabbed Fang Yan's legs and arms and said, "Teacher Fang, Yuan Xiaolin is such a bad guy. She actually changed the number he used to show off to me, so that he couldn't get through to me. I quickly Teach her a lesson-----"
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan looked at each other wrongly, feeling deep helplessness and sadness in their hearts.
Could it be that this is really a cruel world where faces are judged
"He doesn't think Ren Jin is good-looking." Fang Junhao said. "He doesn't like those little girls."
Fang Yingxiong nodded and said, "Too thin."
After thinking about it, Fang Yingxiong asked: "Uncle Master, do you want Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Batman?"
"Is he superhuman?"
"Why?"
"They all like to tie their outer pants to their chests, but in fact they don't wear any underwear at all."
Fang Yingxiong patted Fang Haohan on the shoulder and said with deep sympathy: "Without underpants, there is no limit."
The bald man came over and patted Fang Yingxiong on the shoulder, then patted Fang Haohan on the shoulder, without saying anything. it is more than words.
Fang Yingxiong brought Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin into the house. Zhang Chen, a big man wearing a scarf, was working in the kitchen. When he saw Fang Yan coming in, he said with a simple smile: "Master, the coffee chicken will be ready in a while. I will accompany the guests first." Walk for a while----"
Fang Yan seriously corrected Zhang Chen's address and said: "Zhang Chen, how many times has he said that we are brothers? Is he better at kung fu than me or higher in cultivation than me? But no, That doesn’t stop him from becoming my master----"
"Master, he will definitely let me accept him as my disciple." Zhang Chen said with persistence. "It doesn't matter whether it's one year or two, whether it's ten years or not twenty years."
Fang Yan shook his head and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin: "There are too many difficult guys who want to rush over to learn martial arts. If he agrees to everyone - how can he engage in his favorite teaching? What about the work of educating people? Look at writing, reading and reading poetry, what a romantic thing? What do you do with fighting and killing? He is not a person who advocates peace. He likes war."
Fang Yingxiong covered his butt but dared not speak in anger. 'Peacemaker' was kicked very hard just now.
"No, no." Jiang Qin hugged Fang Yan's legs and arms and nodded repeatedly. "Teacher Fang is really begging to give him Chinese tutoring."
"That's right. Teacher Fang, how can a man who is knowledgeable, elegant and gentle become a little gangster who fights and kills?" Yuan Lin's little tail also followed suit with praise. "Teacher Bu Naofang's fighting posture is also very handsome."
"No?" Fang Yan looked happy, and soon said with a serious face: "If you learn martial arts, you can strengthen your body and protect your family and country. If a martial artist only wants to use martial arts to look cool in the modern city, then He can determine whether that warrior will achieve anything ----- he often says that to his juniors. Fang Yingxiong Fang Haohan, does he often educate us like this?"
"------" Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan no longer knew how to express their feelings at this time.
They always thought that they could leave the martial arts, but the longer they were in contact with their junior martial uncle, the more they felt that he was a towering figure - it just depended on the hard work of the day after tomorrow, and he didn't care about face. Things actually depend on talent.
After a pause, Fang Yan said to Zhang Chen who was standing aside: "He fed me some tricks after dinner."
"Thank you, Master." Zhang Chen was overjoyed. Fang Yan agreed to teach him tricks, which was tantamount to giving him guidance in disguise.
Fang Yan swung his legs and said, "Have a good time. Have a good time."
"Okay, Master." Zhang Chen suppressed his smile and turned around to concentrate on making coffee chicken.
Fang Yan was walking on the sofa in the living room and said, "Shouldn't we ask him some questions about Chinese? While the meal was not ready, we took out the textbooks and he would explain to us anything we didn't understand. ."
Fang Yan is a Chinese teacher, and Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin are both students. He really wants to help them improve their Chinese scores. The junior middle school students are about to take their midterm exams. If it can help them solve a few problems and improve their scores in the exam, then Fang Yan doesn't think they should come.
"Are you really asking for advice?" Jiang Qin said with a sad face.
"No? Can you please let them eat before studying?" Yuan Lin also refused to study.
"Learn now." Fang Yan said seriously. "We are students, and the first purpose of students is to learn. We don't want to think about other messy things."
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin looked at each other wrongly, feeling a little depressed. There is something in Teacher Fang’s words.
"Take out the Chinese textbook." Fang Yan said.
The two little girls took the schoolbags away unwillingly, and then rummaged inside the schoolbags.
One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes----
What's even more strange is that the skin of the two women is flushed, and there are fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Fang Yan looked at Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, who were almost begging to put their heads into their schoolbags, and asked, "What are we two doing? Is it so difficult to find a textbook? Is our schoolbag a bottomless pit?"
"Teacher Fang-----" Jiang Qin's little face almost cried. "He forgot to bring his Chinese textbook."
"Neither does he." Yuan Lin's face turned red. "He clearly stuffed his Chinese textbook into his schoolbag when school was over, but why was it missing?"
"------"