We have just touched on the small episodes in life, but they are not something Jiang Xueming cares about.
Just like "Pulp" directed by Quentin Tarantino - eating popcorn and drinking Coke in the cinema, listening to lines that look like nonsense, but are not necessarily nonsense, the passage of time is always Accompanied by various montage shots.
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If you still remember, we were twenty hours ago, and the camera just stopped on Auntie Ayumi's pajamas.
Her breasts were half exposed, her charming eyes were silky, and the lily scent of shower gel could be seen in her pink dress. She had just taken a shower, and her skin was white and rosy.
The thoughts in this bad sister's heart are simple but not simple.
She thought about it, her son was really discerning, he could not only bring back a thoughtful and profitable emotional liar from outside.
He can also bring back a dull boy who looks like a movie star.
To be honest - in order to get along with her son, she did a lot of research on what the second dimension is and just caught up with the latest episode of "One Piece".
This young man named Xueming seems to not know how powerful his [Face Fruit] super power is.
Auntie Mei thought carefully for a while, just for a while.
Her baby has never had any career ambitions since she was little. She is most gratified to be able to grow up happily and live freely.
Now I finally have a goal, I have a big brother, and I want to open a store, which is a great thing.
There are so many good-looking people in the world. I am not missing this one, right?
——According to this statement, this immoral thing can be regarded as a sword to steal love. I'm afraid my son will be sad for a long, long time, and he will hate me as his mother for the rest of his life.
Thinking this, Aunt Mei put down her offensive posture.
She became knowledgeable again and just pressed the music play button on the smart home multimedia panel.
"I have a heartfelt request, little brother..."
"If I can help, I will try my best to help...but..." Jiang Xueming felt very embarrassed. He didn't know what Aunt Mei was thinking——
——Most of these rich and powerful families are people who live in a happy life, which is completely incomprehensible to people living in daily life.
People have a lot of material resources, and they can get all kinds of strange life experiences.
Xueming only hoped that Aunt Mei's request would not be too outrageous.
Aunt Mei stood up and turned around.
"Dance with me!"
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The lively and enthusiastic sound of piano came from the speakers in the front hall.
The music is very retro.
"You Never Can Tell" - Pulp·Movie Soundtrack.
Xueming was expressionless and twisted her waist on the water bar stage.
The beautiful aunt is Pingting, wearing sunglasses and shaking her head to keep up with the rhythm.
They gestured with scissor hands, like a pair of courting swans, waving their arms and hips to the music.
Axing and Bai Lu sat under the stage, eating popcorn and drinking Coke.
The two children were chatting incessantly and could not understand anything at all.
"Does my mommy want to turn Brother Ming into her little lover?"
"No, they all say sons follow their mothers, but there is no saying that mothers follow their sons, right?"
"What does it mean?"
"Retardation is not inherited."
"I suspect you are scolding me..."
"Be bold and remove the word "I doubt"."
"Uuuuuuuuuah...why do you want to hurt me?"
"Because Auntie and I are close, I know that Auntie is warm-hearted and a good person. Do you know how difficult it is to be a good person? You can't be a good person if you are stupid!"
"That's right...Mommy has been here for so long and has no intention of getting married or having a second child. She is protecting me...and herself."
"Maybe this is what troubles rich people."
Ah Xing threw up the popcorn and landed it in Bai Lu's mouth.
Bai Lu threw up the popcorn and landed it in Ah Xing's mouth.
The golden partners raised their glasses and drank a mouthful of fat house happy water.
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The children in the audience were talking about their daily lives.
The older friends on the stage were chatting about having fun.
Halfway through the passionate twist dance, Ayumi and Xueming chatted nonsense.
"Does my son care about you?"
"I don't know what he thinks, but I care about him."
"Are you interested in taking care of him with me? He's worried."
"When it comes to taking care of us, Axing and I have always taken care of each other, auntie."
"Call me sister, you call me old."
"I have a partner, arranged by my elders, and I regard you as my elder."
"Oh!~That means I almost stole two loves?"
"I hope Auntie can understand that you should have no shortage of fun?"
"Hey...what's the matter? Let's talk about it after the dance?"
"Is this dance important?"
"You seem to have never been in love with a girl?"
"Uh... indeed..."
"Do you want my sister to teach you how to be an adult?"
"Is this dance important?"
"It doesn't matter to you, but I feel very happy! I like dancing with good-looking young boys..."
"Just dancing?"
"What else? Marry and have children with these good-looking boys? Have more babies?"
"This is my knowledge blind spot, Auntie Mei... you can't ask me? I don't know!"
"Stories always like to talk about men and women falling in love, but they never talk about how the princess and the prince get married and how they live after having fun, right?"
"That's what it says."
“Sometimes when kids go out to pick up takeout, that comes with the drink that comes with the meal.”
"For you, Ah Xing shouldn't count, right?"
"Yes, when I saw this baby falling from my body and being delivered from the hands of the doctor in the delivery room to my arms, I was worried every day, thinking about how to write a will."
Speaking of this, Aunt Mei's mood became depressed.
"After I have written my will, I have to grow old. When I grow old, I have half a foot in the coffin. When I step into the coffin, I see my little baby is sad and crying. I don't want him to be sad. If you want to have fun, you have to I know that I am too busy taking care of a baby.”
Auntie Mei became energetic again, and her smile was as lively and cheerful as A Xing's, more soft yet strong.
"This son is a gift from God. He taught me, a fifteen-year-old silly girl, to grow up quickly. He wanted me to live a decent life and never be trapped by love again. How could I be willing to hurt him?"
"This is a good thing, Auntie."
"Please, just in this dance, can you call me sister? Just in this dance? I promise that I will behave and be a good mother at other times."
"Sister..." Xueming pursed her lips, feeling very embarrassed.
Bumi seized the opportunity and took a photo with her arms around Xueming's shoulders using her synchronized steps. She made a scissor hand gesture.
The curled corners of her mouth and the squinting expression were exactly the same as Ah Xing's.
It's like saying.
[Clang, Clang, Clang! This is a kid I just met! ]
Xueming only felt friendly——
——I no longer feel that aggressive sense of oppression from my aunt.
But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.
He clearly saw that Auntie Mei had sent the photo to the WeChat group [Rich Women Club] to show off and trick Hu Chuihai into talking about it. What followed was a flood of new messages, some asking for phone numbers, and some asking for a broken computer at home. Some hired people to repair sewer pipes, and some hired gardeners to trim flowers and plants. The hourly wages they offered were so outrageous that Xueming wanted to call the police directly.
The beautiful aunt just looked at her secretly, her eyebrows were like red roses waiting to bloom, and she replied along with the lyrics of the music.
"C'est la vie!"
[this is life! ]
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Just this one dance——
——Ayumi is already satisfied.
She has many, many little dance partners, but there are very few who are in tune with her.
There are many unruly people who want to get more from rich women and their families.
Most of the good guys from the Hung Hom Police Department can catch these unscrupulous young men in Victoria Harbor, as well as the lifebuoys they carry.
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Auntie Mei often dances with her son. This ritual will make her feel like she was fifteen again, eating high-calorie desserts, gulping down Coca-Cola, and then having a cold stomach for several days.
She felt that the child Jiang Xueming was very compatible. There were a few times when she even wanted to break the rules, but by the look in the child's eyes, she knew that he was not an easy person to deal with.
It starts with music and ends with it.
It starts with dancing and ends with it.
This person never looked away, keeping all his attention in the flirtatious gaze. He was like a very professional actor who turned all his enthusiasm into business service and danced wholeheartedly. Apart from that, I never looked anywhere else——
——After the dance, Ayumi returned to the room, opened her arms in front of the floor-length mirror, and took a good look at her figure. For a moment, she even felt that there was something wrong with Xueming's sexual orientation, and she felt a sense of frustration in her heart.
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Jiang Xueming squeezed into the middle of Bailu and Meteor——
——He took out the snack tubes from the two of them and stuffed popcorn into his mouth, still looking expressionless.
Axing muttered in a low voice: "Brother Ming, don't be angry... My mommy is very rude. Just like me, she will go up to smell something good-looking. If you don't lick it, you will lose money."
Jiang Xueming's hands holding the popcorn were shaking. He said frankly: "I'm not angry...I'm scared..."
Bai Lu: "What are you afraid of? Brother?"
Jiang Xueming snatched the Coke cup from his sister's hand, took a sip and said: "On the stage just now, Aunt Mei looked like a tiger. She wanted to hug me, and I couldn't beat her. Ah Xing, I I understand what you are talking about about fighting landlords... It is a very mental thing. I want to exercise here and continue to live in this villa. Bai Lu goes to school. She keeps silent about the wine cellar. This If I lose money to her - then I have to make her happy, but I can't cross that red line. This matter is very difficult..."
Bu Liuxing had an idea: "It sounds like a good way to exercise your mental strength..."
Jiang Xueming found it difficult: "Uh... do I have to dance with auntie every day?"
Bu Liuxing: "What else?"
"Let's continue the business, brother." Bai Lu patted her brother on the shoulder: "Otherwise? Apart from the super power of face fruit, what else can you do to please others? Can you be used as a high-quality product in exchange of equal value?"
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The fun is over——
——It’s time to get down to business.
But there’s nothing serious to write about.
We cut the playlist to Rocky's "Eye of the Tiger" and could think of several storyboards for the montage shots.
Jiang Xueming does shooting and boxing in the morning, and does weight lifting in the afternoon.
From the banging target to the banging boxing target.
Step by step, step by step.
Never slack off, never make a mistake.
The teachers changed one after another——
——From the famous Wing Chun gym in Hung Hom to the young masters invited from Foshan, Guangdong.
——Go to the military and police barracks to exchange mixed martial arts. Before the sun has fully risen, dance with a big rope to pull tires.
Xueming and Meteor are like two pieces of cast iron. In the shooting range, in the octagonal cage, and everywhere, when they adjust their breathing or when they show pain when they are exhausted, it is the roar of the hammer falling on the steel.
Auntie Mei didn't understand whether her son was going to open a coffee shop or pretend to open a coffee shop and find a Robin who looked very much like a professional killer to accompany him and become Batman.
After all, HK has always enjoyed the reputation of being the Little Gotham of the East.
After returning home from the trip, the first thing she did was to ask someone to check the details of the two brothers and sisters. She found nothing, but she was relieved later.
——As time goes by, they are getting more and more beautiful, and their dancing is getting better and better. In the photos posted in the rich women’s club, through the cold mobile phone screen, she can hear the jealousy of the good sisters. Who doesn't like miserable wailing?
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One hundred and twenty days have passed——
——Jiang Xueming welcomes the last teacher.
He is an unrestricted fighting heavyweight player introduced by Li Zongzhu.
The teacher followed Mr. Zongzhu into the Bu family courtyard and saw several familiar colleagues admiring flowers and drinking tea at the stone table in the courtyard. They all looked like health experts.
The new teacher asked: "What is going on?"
"They have been sucked dry. They are recovering..." Zong Zhu smiled, "My two students are in great physical condition. These masters at the Chuanwu Boxing Gym can't stand the scientific training methods. Lao Zhao, you can definitely do it. ,Is it right?"
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The new teacher Zhao is a bit vain——
——He looked towards the equipment area.
You can see from a distance that two young people are dancing ancient stone knives and doing strength training. The gymnastics handles in their hands are very stylish. According to traditional folk customs - this set of knife dance gymnastics is from the Ming and Qing dynasties. The product of involution produced during the military examination.
Why do we say involution?
Because the weapon used to dance the sword weighs 120 kilograms, and the heaviest battle weapon, the lathe, the gun, and the halberd, only weighs more than 30 kilograms, the scientific examination questions on the stone knife dance are completely unnecessary and are included in the scientific examination at that time. Officials saw it.
When the new teacher Zhao saw this scene, he felt like he was going crazy. Was he asking him to teach boxing? Are you here for archeology?
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But for a little while——
——Jiang Bailu struggled to hold her brother's wand and handed the sword-shaped stick into Xueming's hand.
Four months later.
Xueming was finally able to swing the stick naturally.
He could feel it - every tendon in his body was finally able to control the balance of the wand after being tempered for many times.
On the rubber floor of the equipment facility, this heavy and solid stick began to dance.
The new teacher Zhao was fascinated by the fierce two-handed sword movements that used the wind to lead the attack and defense.
"This young man...is from Jiaodong? Has he practiced two-handed swordsmanship for a long time? His movements are similar to those of Mr. Yu Chenghui, and he also knows a little bit about the German sword? That stance of breaking through doors and stabbing throats is a killing technique. ! This is not fitness gymnastics!"
Li Zongzhu showed a kind smile: "You will understand after you get into the boxing ring with him and have a heart-to-heart fight with him."
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Six hours later——
——Teacher Zhao rushed into the tea hall and bumped into two old friends, Lao Liu and Lao Li.
The new teacher's face was pale, with a few fist marks on his face. His mouth was dry and he hurriedly sat down at the table and snatched Li Zongzhu's teapot.
Teacher Zhao looked nervous, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying monster, and his whole body felt bad.
"What kind of monster did you find for me to train?"
Li Zongzhu: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything we can help you with?"
"No! Aren't you afraid when you fight with them?" Teacher Zhao's hand holding the tea cup was shaking: "I'm 1.88 meters tall, 96 kilograms, and my punching power is about 430 pounds. ...Who are you looking for for me? What data did they get when they took the physical test?"
Li Zongzhu was very calm: "Don't worry, we won't be afraid."
Teacher Zhao continued: "Just now! In the third round! I was knocked out with one punch!"
Teacher Liu became serious, as if he was angry, "Who hit you? Why is he so rude?"
Teacher Zhao waved his hand, a little crazy.
"It's not one of them! It's the two of them one at a time...both are in the third round, the rhythm is exactly the same...UFC rules...all protective gear..."
Li Zongzhu poured tea for Teacher Zhao and asked about the details: "How did they do it?"
Teacher Zhao explained nervously: "My master in mixed martial arts is Mr. Kimura, and the master above me is Bruce Lee... It turns out that they both know Jeet Kune Do? And you said that you only know a little bit?"
Teacher Liu coughed twice: "Ahem... I don't understand fighting, so I won't interrupt. You guys can talk."
"Liu Baoquan, please see clearly! This is not a matter of fighting or not!" Teacher Zhao roared hysterically: "The short one has a boxing speed of 18.7! The tall one, the third in the gym, has a total of 550 One kilogram, your punching power is more than twice mine! Tell me honestly, are these two humans?"
Li Zongzhu nodded: "I understand, please continue."
"They crowded me crazily in the first round. They used the same tricks in the ring. The taller ones used their height advantage to block me with alternating steps. They were faster and stronger than me. I just wanted to not be knocked down. Next... the shorter one just started dancing samba steps within my wingspan." Teacher Zhao described vividly: "In the third round, I couldn't stand this kind of fierce attack, and I kept looking for opportunities to use my legs to weaken my opponent's hips. The hip joints weakened their fighting ability. As soon as the shoes left the ground, I lost my center of gravity, then lost consciousness, and suddenly..."
Li Zongzhu covered his mouth.
Teacher Zhao: "What are you laughing at?"
Li Zongzhu: "I think of happy things."
Liu Baoquan: "No, let's talk about this teaching commission. The two people you mentioned, are they good?"
"It's not a question of whether they are great or not!" Teacher Zhao didn't think these two students were human beings at all: "They are really... the rare kind -"
Teacher Zhao recalled the speed and power in the boxing ring, the kind of fighting athletes created by scientific fitness methods, and his expression became intoxicated and psychedelic.
"——The short one's shots were like bullets, and the tall one's floor skills were like a python hunting. The wind from the fists made my head buzz. The youngest girl was very cute, but unfortunately, I couldn't fight her. See what she looks like..."
Li Zongzhu: "Hahahahahaha..."
"You're going too far! I've tolerated you for a long time!" Teacher Zhao slapped the table and stood up.
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The last dance was over.
Auntie Mei and the children carried their bags together.
She and Bai Lu were going to take advantage of the winter vacation to see the snowy scenery of Mount Fuji and soak in hot springs.
Xueming and Meteor want to get on the train and go to another place to soak in a hot spring.
"It's time to go."
Jiang Xueming's hair has grown back, and there is a lot more hair, like Junior Brother Feng in the Hong Kong comic "Wind and Cloud".
But his senior brother Bu Liuxing is not Bu Jingyun, he is not a god who doesn’t cry death - he looked like a god who cried death when he said goodbye to his mother.
Ah Xing carried his luggage and waved goodbye to the bus in the distance.
"Mommy! Have a safe journey! Come back soon!"
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