The rice is very fragrant, as are the pickles. Han Qingyu had a simple breakfast and pushed the only old bicycle in the family out under the eager eyes of his parents.
Han Youshan and Zhang Jiexia chased after him to give him an umbrella, and stuffed some change into his son's pocket. They stood at the door of the courtyard and told him, "Even if Wen Jifei is your friend and brother, he is just entrusting someone to help you. In the end, the courtesy you should pay will be spent." We can't afford to leave any money behind... You have to ask around, and tell you when you know the amount.
Han Qingyu knew very well that there was no such thing this time. The actual situation was that he didn't want to be a soldier even if he didn't want to, but he couldn't explain the matter clearly, so he had to accept it first.
He got on the bus with one leg and just went down the small slope at the entrance of the village.
At the door of the house, my parents have already begun to discuss where to borrow money. These days, rural families have fewer ways to make money. In the past few years, part of Han Qingyu's tuition and miscellaneous fees was always borrowed.
Han Youshan is a rural man with few ideas but a strong backbone. His strength lies in not bowing his head or asking for help, and even if he bows his head and asks for help no matter how difficult it is, he is willing to grit his teeth and do it for the sake of his family and children.
"It's not certain. We can't explain it clearly. I'm afraid it won't be easy to borrow the money." Zhang Jiexia muttered.
"Yes, I won't believe it even if I say it. We all know that there are no quotas. It is difficult to be a soldier." Han Youshan nodded.
Even so, he still walked out the door.
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It didn't rain on the road.
The back seat of the old bicycle broke and was dismantled last year. It cannot carry people or hold a big black umbrella. Another thing is that the mountain road is bumpy and it is difficult to hold the umbrella while riding a bicycle.
Han Qingyu carried the umbrella on his back. The lace of the umbrella buckle passed through the first buttonhole of the collar of his shirt. He turned it back and buckled the umbrella tightly. It was very stable.
He was just bumping and flying on the path out of the village with a big black umbrella on his back. He looked very imposing, as if he was carrying a machete to block the road, or simply to rob the execution ground.
Who are you trying to save in the Tribulation Field? Han Qingyu couldn't understand why he made such an association, and the person who finally made the connection was naturally himself.
So why does the knife need to be carried in an umbrella? Maybe I'm afraid of rust. It may also be a disguise, covering up, to assassinate the King of Qin.
Then the wind rustled...
Thinking about these inexplicable things along the way, his mood seemed to change and became more magnificent. Han Qingyu rode down the path and accelerated on the gravel road of the provincial road.
The wind, thick with moisture, whistled in his ears.
The fastest ride from Fenglong'ao to the county is about three and a half hours. This was measured by Han Qingyu during his many years of schooling. There are countless steep and gentle slopes on this road. Generally, young people who are not strong in strength will have to rest two or three times along the way.
After walking roughly half the distance, Han Qingyu stopped habitually at the big turn at Lingkou, in front of the old store where carts were parked for food and water.
I looked at the counter and didn't feel thirsty. I looked at the disappointed look in the landlady's eyes and pedaled forward again.
After riding like this for less than a hundred meters, he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly braked to a stop... Did I just see it wrong?
Han Qingyu shook his head, then turned around and came back.
The shop owner's wife was sitting at the counter, watching him return to the shop door with happy eyes.
But Han Qingyu didn't look at her. What he looked at carefully was the clock hanging behind the landlady's back.
"The boss lady..."
"Hey, do you want water?" If you don't buy other things, water and herbal tea will also cost money, although they are not expensive.
Han Qingyu said: "Your clock is correct, right?"
The landlady turned her head and looked at it, "That's right." Then she lowered her head and looked at her watch, checked the time, and said firmly, "That's right."
Is that right? Worried that his eyesight was wrong, Han Qingyu simply squinted and asked directly: "What time is it now?"
The landlady looked at her watch and said, "Seven o'clock, there's seven forty."
"……oh."
Han Qingyu responded dumbly, completely ignoring the boss's wife's loss and sorrow, and rode away again.
But this time he was riding a little slowly and was distracted.
"It was half past six when I left home. Yes, I looked at the clock. When I left the village entrance, the village radio had just started playing songs...
"That means that I only rode for one hour and ten minutes here today? Is it at least half an hour faster than usual?
"Even if I was thinking about something today, I couldn't help but ride very fast. Even if it is very, very fast, there is no reason to go so fast?! And I don't feel tired yet."
Moving forward, I checked a few more places to check the time, but the result was still the same.
Things were really weird. Han Qingyu thought about it and felt his body carefully. Finally, he simply found a secluded section of road and parked the car on the side of the road. He climbed into the woods on the side of the road and found a small open space.
Run, jump, and punch.
Run, jump, and punch.
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Ten minutes later, Han Qingyu stopped and stood there with a blank expression. He was now very sure that his body functions were better than before. It's not a lot better, but the improvement is still obvious enough to be noticed through comparison.
And compared to explosive power tests such as speed, strength, and jumping, his endurance improvement is likely to be even greater.
"I..." If he hadn't seen so many incredible things last night, Han Qingyu would probably be at a loss now, but he has seen it... so he can try to reason on his own now.
"It seems that the only explanation now is the missing source energy block... Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. I didn't carry their metal box." He thought of Lao Jian and the others running through the mountains and forests. The speed of the Olympic champion, and then I remembered how much importance they attached to the source energy block, "I...absorbed it?"
The next second, his vigilance rose, "This, if they know about it, they will definitely kill me, right?!"
In Han Qingyu's eyes, Lao Jian's group did not have a positive image. They almost killed him just yesterday to keep secrets.
While recalling the scene at that time, Han Qingyu kept telling himself in his heart that this matter must be buried and must not be mentioned.
Then, he quickly became alert to another detail: Lao Jian's men were rummaging around in the pit for source energy blocks with their bare hands!
"So, what happened to me?! If the reasoning is correct... why can I just absorb it in such a short time?!"
This point is beyond the scope of Han Qingyu's reasoning and cannot be figured out. At the same time, it is also something that he must not ask.
Han Qingyu thought that there was still no result in the end, so he simply stopped worrying and just added a warning in his heart, warning himself to keep this secret until there was a clear and reasonable explanation of the matter.
Then, he unbuttoned it again and looked down carefully at the inexplicable "bruise" on his heart.
After only a few hours, Han Qingyu found that it had faded a lot, like a piece of food that had been swallowed and then continuously absorbed and digested. Now it looked like a shallow birthmark.
It seems to be fading faster than normal cognition, and maybe it will disappear soon.
"Have I digested the source energy block?" Uneasy, worried, confused...calm...excited.
Han Qingyu stood in the forest with his head lowered and silent, but his heart was filled with excitement. He unconsciously clenched his fists silently, as if he had once again grasped something crucial that he thought he had lost.
It felt like he had already walked into a dark tunnel leading to death. It was dark, cold, directionless, and unable to retreat, but at this moment he suddenly looked up and found: there was light ahead.
He saw something, and that thing was probably called hope, the hope of life. That was also the corner of fate...and now it was touched by fingertips again.
"This thing can make my body function stronger. If it can become stronger, I will have a greater chance of surviving, and one day I will no longer be controlled by others... And they have this thing."
