Arriving at Lin Manliu's shop, the woman in black stared at the shop carefully. Before, it looked okay from a distance. Now, this shop on the edge of the city is really inconspicuous. It is really small and she really wants to do a good business. It's very difficult. After observing, there are some wine shops and restaurants next door.
After looking around, the woman in black said to the boy in a short shirt: "Your shop is too small. Do you have any open space to find a stick or something? Say hello to your mother later and I will teach you some self-defense skills." means". The young man in short shirt looked at the woman in black looking around, looked at the shop at home and then looked at his own clothes and said: "It's better to come into the house with me first and sit for a while. My mother also thanks you and I will pick it up too." Genmugen, wait a moment."
Without waiting for the woman in black to answer, the boy in the short shirt walked into the house. The woman in black looked at the child's back, looking very much like herself before going down the mountain. Why did she just make her own decision? She couldn't help but curve her mouth. The woman in black followed the boy in short shirt into the house and met his mother. Mother Lin saw her and was about to stand up to thank her but she waved her hand to stop her. The boy introduced to his mother that this was the good sister who gave him the broken silver that day and saved him again today. One life.
"I don't know what to call the girl..." Mother Lin looked at the woman in black with concern.
"Um... My surname is Ye, which sounds right. I am from southern Xinjiang. I have been away from home for many years, but I passed by Fengcheng on my way home these days." The woman in black responded hurriedly, but the name didn't really sound like a woman's.
"Thank you, Miss Ye, for saving my child. When he was six years old, he was disobedient and would only run around and cause trouble every day. He really shouldn't have caused trouble to Miss Ye. I can't apologize to you," his mother said apologetically. Seeing that the atmosphere might last until the end of the conversation, Lin Manliu said: "Miss Ye said that she would teach me some self-defense methods in the future, so that I can protect my mother from being bullied in the future. Don't worry, mother, I won't treat you well." Nian, I will definitely learn this hard."
Looking at such a naughty child, Mother Lin could only sigh: "Zeng Neng still troubles Miss Ye, and what's the difference between practicing martial arts and reading books? You can't do your homework with the master from the same country, but you can practice well with Miss Ye." He has a lot of skills."
Ye Dangting lamented that Mrs. Lin had hit the nail on the head. It was true. No matter what she did, she had to work hard and carefully. She couldn't concentrate on studying, so practicing martial arts was not easy. He said to the boy in a short shirt, "Your mother is right. If you don't have that hard work, you won't be able to do anything well."
The young man in a short shirt looked at his mother and the pastries made by her mother in the house, then looked at Ye Dangting and said, "I will study hard. I used to be a child who only sneaked out of the house and played around every day, but there is no way to change this." I protect my mother and I from being bullied, and I want to learn some skills so that others can’t bully me.”
Ye Dangting was a little lost in thought as he watched the boy in a short shirt talking. Even though he had learned a lot of skills at home before meeting that man, he still couldn't use them to protect his family. This boy looked like him but not like him. When he first met him, he felt He was just a naughty child who could never be found if he was thrown on the street. Even if he was caught, he would only shrink back, thinking that he would be a hero if he said what he just said. This trip to southern Xinjiang is indeed the right time.
"Okay, Aunt Lin, don't worry. Lin Manliu, just find a wooden stick and go to your backyard." Ye Dangting cupped his fists at Mother Lin and said to the boy in a short shirt.
Passing through the door of Lin Manliu's shop, the backyard is not big except for two sheds and only a woodshed. There is nothing else in the yard. The boy in short shirt said next to him: "The bigger one opposite the front door is cleaner. My mother usually lives there." The place where I make pastries is also where I rest at night. The small room next to it is where my father and mother rest. However, my father has to work for the government for more than ten days before returning home. The rest of the house is a woodshed, which is quite messy. There are some firewood for winter and utensils that are not commonly used recently."
After collecting some debris in the yard, Mother Lin went to the shop. Before leaving, she looked at the two of them from time to time, probably because she was worried about Lin Manliu.
"Lin Manliu raised the wooden stick and pointed it straight in front of him."
"yes". The boy in a short shirt raised his stick and did as Ye Dang said.
"What are you lifting? Give me the stick. I'll do it. I'll do it."
Ye Dangting took the wooden stick from the boy in a short shirt, waved it and looked forward. In an instant, his whole personality changed, and he stood upright on the ground like her black cloth strip today. Lin Manliu was so frightened that he almost took two steps back. Didn't step firmly.
"Like me, practice lifting the sword first and then look at the back." After saying that, he threw the stick to the boy in a short shirt. Lin Manliu took the stick again and swung the stick horizontally in front of him like before.
"My big guy is not easy to use here, so I'll make a sword with my hands, so you can follow me."
After that, Ye Dang raised her hand, and the boy in short shirt followed the stick. She moved her palm in the air and struck, and Lin Manliu followed with the stick in hand. The boy in short shirt was studying seriously. Every movement she made when waving her arms seemed to blend in with the surrounding things and seemed so harmonious. The wooden stick in the boy's hand looked very clumsy and weak.
"This is just the beginning. Don't be discouraged. I have learned swordsmanship from my elders since I was a child. You are a little slow in learning now, but as long as you learn these things for daily self-defense, you will be fine."
"Thank you, Miss Ye. I will definitely practice more frequently for self-defense."
"Why don't I call her sister after I know my name? Suddenly being called a girl is not as familiar as my sister." Ye Dangting joked
The young man in a short shirt was speechless, scratched his head and said: "I didn't know Miss Ye was so powerful at first, and I was too frightened at the time, so I could only show off my poor head in a similar way, thinking about condoms. At that time, Miss Ye might have let go It’s passed me.”
"Continue to practice for me. Practice again as you just did." Ye Dang said with a somewhat unhappy tone, thinking that I had misjudged this child. He was just like me before, naughty and unmotivated, and he loved to talk. .
Lin Manliu had no choice but to pick up the stick again in the yard, repeating the series of picks, swings and chops. Maybe it was because his arms had become sore after a long time that the boy in a short shirt could not complete these steps as well as he did at the beginning. action.
"If you can't bear this little hardship, don't think about how to protect your parents and yourself." Ye Dangting looked at this clumsy and talkative young man and complained.
The sun was about to go down. Mother Lin closed the shop and went to the yard to watch the two of them practicing. She said that she would go inside to make some food. When she walked around the boy in a short shirt, she saw how hard the boy was swinging the stick. Mother Lin smiled and nodded at Ye Dang. Salute. Ye Dangting looked at Mother Lin and nodded. Mother Lin prepared the meal, and Ye Dangting interrupted the boy in a short shirt who was continuing to practice to signal him to prepare to eat.
"Let's do this for today, and then you must practice diligently. These are just normal sword-swinging skills. In the eyes of others, they are no doubt the same as normal banging of sticks. You must have the spirit and spirit I just showed you, otherwise you might as well work like this. Practicing strength is more useful than this."
"Thank you, Miss Ye. I will definitely practice more frequently in the future."
"Although the stick has no edge, sword practitioners like us should remember that holding an object has no edge and I, as the edge, am the sharpest edge on the long sword."
"I hold an object without a sharp edge. I am a sharp edge... I make a long stick into a sword and am a sharp edge. Thank you, Miss Ye."
