Even Lian Jiazi may not be able to capture Yang Dongxu in a short time, let alone this young man. Du Fei didn't even make a move when the other party rushed forward in anger. Yang Dongxu kicked him and made him fall to the ground along with his brothers, but the distance where he fell was a little far away from his brothers.
"Hey, where do you live? I'll take you back." Zhuo Qing'er, who was still a little sober after being pestered by the young man, was now being held by Yang Dongxu. Although she felt uncomfortable all over her body, she didn't know whether it was because she was drunk or something. , actually closed his eyes. Yang Dongxu couldn't help but shake the other person.
Zhuo Qing'er woke up at this moment, but the next moment he pushed Yang Dongxu away with a vomiting sound and ran to the side to vomit. Seeing that Zhuo Qing'er's feet were not rooted at all, and almost fell on his own vomit, with a look of disgust on his face, he still couldn't help but couldn't walk over to help him.
After retching for a while, Zhuo Qing'er turned around and lay in Yang Dongxu's arms again. Fortunately, Yang Dongxu was quick to block the opponent with his arm, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the opponent's mouth.
Zhuo Qing'er had a ponytail and no hair on her forehead, otherwise she would have got something on her when she vomited just now, and after flicking Yang Dongxu's face like this...
"What are you still standing there looking at? Bring the car over." Seeing Du Fei folding his arms and watching the fun, Yang Dongxu glared at him.
Keeping Zhuo Qing'er fixed with his arm, Yang Dongxu used his other hand to open the other person's bag, rummaged through it and found that he was thinking too much. How can it be that everyone carries a mobile phone these days? There is a very fashionable BB machine, but it is out of battery.
"Hey, don't sleep. I'll take you back to your home." Seeing Zhuo Qing'er lying in his arms like this, as if he wanted to fall asleep, Yang Dongxu shook him a few more times, but this time Zhuo Qing'er didn't say anything. Vomited, but there was no other reaction.
"Where are you going?" Du Fei asked when he saw Yang Dongxu helping Zhuo Qing'er into the back seat and sitting down.
"Go home." Yang Dongxu replied seeing Zhuo Qing'er swaying around unable to sit still.
Yang Dongxu didn't want to stay in a hotel, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving such a drunk girl alone in the hotel, so he just took her home. Go back and ask Cui's mother to make her a bowl of hangover soup to see if she can wake up early. If she can't wake up, wait for her to wake up tomorrow and go back and forth wherever she goes.
"vomit......"
As soon as the car started, Zhuo Qing'er retched again.
"Tell me if you want to vomit. Don't vomit in the car, and don't vomit on me, otherwise I will throw you out." Although Yang Dongxu is not a mysophobia, the smell of drunk people is really unflattering, even if they are drunk. She's a beauty.
Fortunately, Zhuo Qing'er just retched and had no tendency to vomit. He changed his head position on the back seat and seemed to have calmed down and fell asleep again.
It was almost eleven o'clock at night when we got home. Zhou Ya didn't come back. She had to sleep with her mother today. After settling down for the time being, the mother and daughter seemed to have a lot to say.
My sister Hongying and my aunt had already gone to bed. When I came back, I saw that the lights in Cui Ma and Aunt Hua's room were still on. I heard the noise outside and Cui Ma came out with her clothes on.
Yang Dongxu said quickly: "Du Fei and I have eaten outside, so stop working and turn on the light and go to bed."
"Let me tidy up the guest room. The quilts will become dusty if they are not used for a long time. They have been put away in the sun and you don't know where they are." Seeing Yang Dongxu holding a drunk girl, Cui's mother glanced at Du Fei. The one who caught the traces shook his head.
Glancing at Zhuo Qing'er in his arms, he realized that it would be inconvenient for a man to take care of her. Yang Dongxu nodded: "That's okay."
Half-hugging Zhuo Qing'er, Yang Dongxu directly threw her on the bed when Cui Ma made the bed.
"Normally, I don't weigh more than a hundred pounds, but why do I feel so heavy holding someone in my arms?" After leaving Zhuo Qing'er behind, Yang Dongxu poured a glass of water and drank it.
"Master, go to bed. Sister Cui and I will take care of you here." Aunt Hua came in from the outside with a basin of hot water.
"Let's pack up and go to bed early." Seeing that there was really nothing he could do to help, Yang Dongxu nodded and turned around to walk out.
"I'll get you some footbath." Aunt Hua thought of something and quickly put down the washbasin in her hand.
"No, the hot water is in the kitchen, right? I'll do it myself. I have the hands and feet to do it myself." Yang Dongxu waved his hand to indicate that Aunt Hua didn't have to worry about herself.
"Sitting on the coal stove in the kitchen."
When the courtyard was renovated, gas pipes were installed, but in the winter Aunt Hua and Cui Ma were used to installing a coal stove so that they could sit on it and have hot water available at night and in the morning without the hassle of reheating the stove.
"Okay, just take care of her. It's not too early for you to go to bed when you're done." Yang Dongxu said.
When he came to the yard, he took a look at Mr. Xuan's room, and then at Mr. Yi and Little Hutou's room. When he found that they had not been woken up, Yang Dongxu found his own footbath and went to the kitchen to get a basin of footwashing water.
After washing my feet, I randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf and took it to the bedroom. I turned on the light and didn't read a few pages before feeling a little sleepy.
Yang Dongxu opened his eyes early the next morning. The habit he had developed from practicing martial arts since he was a child made him wake up as soon as one o'clock arrived. He originally wanted to fool around in bed for a while. Although it was already the beginning of spring, the weather was still a bit cold. Being able to be comfortable in bed.
But after a while, the sound of the little tiger head humming and haha came to mind in the yard. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while but still couldn't fall asleep. Yang Dongxu simply got up.
Since Yang Dongxu likes to say that he has made some achievements in cultivating his inner strength, Master Xuan has not been forcing him to practice every day. In his words, Yang Dongxu's character of stretching his legs and moving lazily would never be able to reach the level of a martial arts master in this life.
So now that the foundation has been laid, it's up to Yang Dongxu whether he wants to practice in the future. He doesn't ask for anything.
And Yang Dongxu has been practicing kung fu for so many years, but he still can't fly over the wall or float on the water with his iron palm. During the sparring, he was often beaten by Du Suo and Jiacheng Wu. Even when Du Fei got serious, he couldn't beat him.
I have long given up my dream of becoming a martial arts hero, and my current skills in fists and kicks are more than adequate. Since I cannot reach the peak even if I study hard and practice hard, there is no need to work so hard. Therefore, in his opinion, the current practice has more health-preserving purposes.
But it seems a little too early to start health care at the age of eighteen, so for practicing Qigong, he basically spends two days fishing and three days drying nets. However, because of his inner breath, he can practice while lying in bed, so he does it every morning and evening even if the time is not fixed. But it never fell.
"Big lazy idiot, I will definitely defeat you." He yawned and opened the door and walked out. The little tiger who was riding horseback in the yard waved his fist at Yang Dongxu in protest.
As a result, before Yang Dongxu responded to him, Du Fei kicked him directly. All the energy he had held back when he opened his mouth was gone, and he had to start over.
So the little tiger head who held his breath again had no choice but to close his mouth and attack Yang Dongxu with his eyes. Being provoked by a little kid, Yang Dongxu raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a wicked smile.
He did not fight back immediately, but stared for about half a minute. After Xiao Hutou regained his breath, he rolled up his sleeves and said: "Come on, come on, little brat, come and fight with me for three hundred rounds. I'll give it a try." The slap will knock you off the wall."
Such mocking words were already unbearable for the little tiger head, and coupled with the fact that Yang Dongxu looked like he didn't deserve a beating, the little tiger head still remembered Du Fei's warning next to him, "I'll slap..."
Snapped!
It was indeed a slap. As soon as Xiao Hutou opened his mouth, the anger he had regained dissipated, and Du Fei slapped him directly on the back of the head.
After teaching Xiao Hutou a lesson and helping him straighten his posture and regain his composure, Du Fei glanced at Yang Dongxu with an expression on his face as if he was trying to ward off flies.
If Yang Dongxu's martial arts qualifications are mediocre, then Xiao Hutou's talent is definitely superior. So even though Master Xuan didn't put as much effort into laying the foundation for him as he did for Yang Dongxu, little Hutou, who was still a little late in martial arts training, made rapid progress.
However, Master Xuan did not accept him as his disciple, but gave him guidance from time to time as his master. Xiao Hutou's martial arts teachers are Du Suo, Jie Chengwu and Du Fei.
Finally, I met a disciple who was so talented in martial arts. The three of them were very attentive in their teaching, and they really treated Xiao Hutou as his direct disciple. So when he saw that his obedient disciple was being disturbed by a bad example of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, Du Fei naturally looked unhappy.
"I am practicing his resistance to external interference." Yang Dongxu did not feel embarrassed at all and said plausibly.
Du Fei didn't say anything and glanced at Yang Dongxu again, his look was full of disgust and disgust.
Seeing that Du Fei seemed to be ready to take action, Yang Dongxu, who didn't really want to move his muscles in the morning, just rubbed oil on his soles and ran away first.
Holding a teapot and brushing her teeth next to the well in the yard, the door to the west wing opened, and a head stuck out slyly. He first looked around and found no one. Zhuo Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and cautiously stepped out of the door. .
"Is this your professional habit?" Yang Dongxu couldn't help but ask, his mouth still full of foam when he saw Zhuo Qing'er's appearance.
Zhuo Qing'er, who had just walked out of the door, was startled when he suddenly heard a voice. He followed the voice and found that it was Yang Dongxu. His expression instantly turned angry: "What did you do to me last night?"
When he woke up early in the morning, he found that he was sleeping in a strange place, and more importantly, his clothes had been taken off. Zhuo Qing'er was instantly furious. He heard that someone was practicing martial arts before, but this time it disappeared again. Voice, she wanted to quietly investigate where this place was, but she met the real owner directly.
"I've done everything I need to do." Yang Dongxu took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, then wiped his mouth with a towel and looked at Zhuo Qing'er with raised eyebrows like a delinquent young man.
"You?" Zhuo Qinger subconsciously took a step back and grabbed the clothes on her chest.
"Who is she?" Aunt Ran Feifei walked out of her room.
After getting familiar with living in the courtyard, Ran Feifei will not sleep until midnight, but she will never get up so early. But after learning the aerobics taught by Mr.
