I went out to take a taxi and rushed to the Xinxin Cafe near the school. There were not many people in the cafe at this time, and I saw Zhang Zhen at a glance.
"This is Mingxuan." I walked over and looked around. I was much thinner than before, and it seemed that the running process was not that comfortable. My eyes were still as bright as before, and I also became taller. When I was observing him, he was also observing me. When our eyes met, Zhang Zhen smiled and punched me.
"It's been so long since I last saw you, and you're still so thin, as if you could be blown away by a gust of wind." I laughed and cursed and punched him in return.
"Damn, you still have the nerve to accuse me, look at you, after running for so long, you are much thinner than before."
"Haha, although we have lost a lot of weight, our bodies are still very strong. If you don't believe me, let's fight." After saying that, he waved his fist.
"Haha, I won't fight you. I don't want to run away for so long." After saying that, both of them laughed.
We talked a lot from about 11 o'clock at noon to about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. He even invited me to have a drink at noon. When we came out from dinner in the afternoon, we were walking on the road in a daze, and he suddenly said to me calmly.
"Mingxuan, are we still brothers?" I laughed and cursed.
"Damn, what's wrong with you? We're not brothers. Are we the same as the dog guarding the door of the hotel?" After saying that, he laughed.
"Haha, that's good, that's good." I gave him a strange look. I didn't know what was going on. As soon as Zhang Zhen put aside his original bohemian character, he suddenly became very calm. I'm not used to it.
"Brother Zhen, are you okay?" Zhang Zhen turned around and said
"Haha, what can I do, good brother?" After saying that, he walked arm in arm with me. When we reached the fork in the road, Zhang Zhen said
"Brother, it's time for us to separate here. If you need anything, please call me. My phone number is 155XXXXXXXX." After we exchanged phone numbers, we took a taxi back home.
Because I drank too much, I fell asleep when I got home. In my sleep, I had the same dream again. Twelve men in black cloaks were half kneeling on the ground, facing a man in white cloaks with their hands and fists raised, shouting
"Swear allegiance to the master." I quickly looked towards the white masked man. Just like last time, every time I wanted to see his true face clearly, the dream began to distort, and I woke up. It turned out to be 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, After sleeping for so long, I started thinking about that dream again, why I always wanted to see the man in white cloak instead of the twelve men in black cloak, because I felt that the man in white cloak had a very familiar feeling. Just like a friend I have known for a long time, I unconsciously want to see who he is. However, every time I want to focus my eyes on him, the dream will become distorted.
I shook my head, thinking that I didn't want to think about it anymore. It felt familiar. It was strange that there was no familiar feeling in my dream.
Thinking of this, I lay down again, but I didn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about the dream. It wasn't until the alarm bell rang at 3 o'clock that I reluctantly got up to wash up, and then went out for a run and practiced boxing.
It was already past 7 o'clock when I got home. As usual, my uncle was reading the newspaper at the dining table, and my aunt was preparing breakfast. I came in and said hello.
"Morning, uncle." Uncle looked up and said with a smile.
"Oh, that's weird, I got up so early again." After breakfast, I followed my aunt, took the bus to the gym, and worked out with her. Usually there was no one in the gym in the morning, so my aunt trained me alone for the whole morning. My muscles ached all over my body. My aunt brought me lunch when she went out in the morning. It was packed in a thermos box. It was still warm at noon. After lunch, I rested on the sofa in the rest area of the gym for an hour and got up. I went to the boxing gym where my uncle worked. As soon as I entered the boxing gym, everyone was probably resting. Only my uncle was boxing with the sandbags, and I sat silently watching. My uncle’s boxing was not as beautiful as my aunt’s, but my uncle’s boxing skills looked fresh. It was so violent that a set of punches hit the ground and the sandbag leaked out. I looked at my uncle with wide eyes in surprise. When he saw me coming, he put on his boxing gloves and waved to me.
After saying "come up", he picked up another sandbag and put it on. I looked at it with fear and fear: "What the fuck, are you preparing to train me to death?" After getting on stage, my uncle changed his usual playful and cynical attitude and said to me seriously.
"Practice the boxing skills your aunt taught you before." I started to practice slowly, and then my uncle punched me. I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes and blocked it with my hands. Then the punch did not land on me, and I slightly When I opened my eyes, I saw that my uncle's fist was only one centimeter away from my stomach. My uncle said to me sternly.
"When fighting against someone, remember to close your eyes. If you close your eyes, what else can you see? Are you waiting to be beaten?" I argued.
"No, uncle, Zheng Yang and the others came to beat me before, and I knocked down three or four of them myself." The uncle sneered.
"Zheng Yang? That playboy? Those of them are always good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. People who drink too much and have sex are weaker than you. What do you have to be proud of if you bring them down?" I was speechless and kept my promise. I called him uncle and what he said was reasonable. Then he asked me to practice it at normal speed. I said, uncle, you won't make any surprise attacks again, right?
My uncle said no, so I felt relieved. However, I am proud of my ability to remember almost everything after seeing it twice. So even though I only saw my aunt play it once, I also remember it. I was almost done, so I played it again at the normal speed on the stage. Unexpectedly, I played faster and faster, and I couldn't stop at all. I also played smoothly, as if I had practiced for a long time. Everything was played instinctively.
After finishing a set of punches, a look of surprise flashed in the uncle's serious eyes.
"Hmm...it's pretty good. I've been able to make it look similar but not spiritual. From now on, you can practice like this, and then start practicing with the sandbag. Treat the sandbag as a person. I will also take appropriate shots. You have to resist or dodge without being attacked. Hit by the sandbag or hit by my attack." I nodded, because the move I just practiced surprised even myself, because I always practice in extremely slow movements, thinking in my mind while making moves. It’s the next move. If I were faster, my brain wouldn’t be able to keep up and it would be easy for me to miss the move. But there was no pause just now. I practiced a set of boxing techniques very smoothly. If an outsider looked at it, they would think I was a martial arts master.
I practiced with my uncle for a while. In the evening, there were more and more people, and my uncle couldn't care about me anymore. He went to teach other members how to box, while I wandered around the boxing gym aimlessly. After my uncle got off work, I suggested that I go and sit down. The bus, and my uncle told me to run home. I almost jumped up when I heard it. Even if it takes more than an hour to drive home, you actually let me run?
Looking at my uncle's unfriendly eyes, I had no choice but to run. Fortunately, my uncle ran with me. He also taught me some breathing methods while running. I had to master the breathing rhythm. Slowly, I got used to this kind of breathing. Method: Although I was still panting heavily when I ran home, I didn’t have the embarrassing situation of lying on the ground and being unable to get up as I imagined.
