Early morning.

It was getting late in the day, and it was still dark outside.

Call!

A fist broke through the air blockage and rushed straight forward, fast, but when it stopped, it was clean and clean, and there was no tendency to drag mud and water. The fist intent of opening this punch alone has begun to take on a bit of neutrality and peace.

And then - whew, thump!

The horse steps are steady, moving like electricity, and the fists and feet are hanging in the wind.

Zhang Zi'an wore an ordinary sportswear, meticulously made moves, and started today's boxing class.

This is already a part of the daily routine of the pet store every morning, and everyone is used to it - the so-called everyone, of course, refers to the elves in the store.

Lao Cha leaned on the windowsill, seemingly not caring about Zhang Zi'an's boxing class, but leisurely looking out the window, admiring the early morning full of fireworks. People who get up early walk in a hurry on the ice and snow, exhale a faint white air, and run to their different daily routines. The city, which had slept overnight, gradually woke up in the morning light.

It sat on a cool cushion with a small teacup beside it, and the freshly brewed tea was steaming, and the faint fragrance of tea filled the room.

For the sensitive sense of smell, the fragrance of the tea is not faint, but distinct and strong, after living in the store for a long time, it can even detect whether today's tea is put more or less, resulting in a slight change in the concentration of the fragrance.

Xinghai and the beautiful short upstairs and downstairs play hide and seek, and sometimes the Abyssinian cat named Wendy joins in.

Pegasus is very envious of Xinghai, it can play so carefree - although envious, but not jealous, because this is what Xinghai deserves, after an infinite number of painful cycles of life and death, it has a reason to play well and happily, and the world owes it a carefree childhood.

Pemmas also felt indebted to Xinghai, because it had lived with Xinghai in the black box for so long, but it had not once fulfilled Xinghai's invitation to play hide and seek, and the fear of death made it unwilling to play. Of course, the timeline in the black box is not real, it is just a node in the memory of Xinghai, and since Pegasus invaded and copied this memory, this memory has deviated from reality.

So now join them in a game of hide-and-seek? Pegasus is still not in the mood, the game can be played at any time, and it has more pressing issues to consider at the moment.

Fina and Snow Lion had already gone downstairs to sleep before Zhang Zi'an started to practice, they didn't like the dust and noise during boxing, and they also found Zhang Zi'an, who was focused on boxing, very boring.

There was a knock on the door in the toilet, and Richard shouted: "Uncle Ben has finished pulling, let me out!"

Zhang Zi'an just got up, threw Richard, who was still asleep, into the toilet, closed the door, and let it finish urinating and then come out, but unfortunately, like the previous two days, Zhang Zi'an forgot about the poor gray parrot as soon as he practiced boxing.

Pemmas walked over to the toilet door, raised one of his front paws and unlocked it, then pushed it open.

Richard fluttered his wings and flew out, with a fishy smell of bird droppings.

"Thank you, buddy, I'm glad you let me go!" it gratefully landed on Feimas's back, "Zhang Zi'an, who has no conscience, Uncle Ben suspects that he has quietly awakened the S attribute in his body!"

Pegasus shook its body, it didn't want Richard to land on its back - the faint smell of fish reminded it that the gray parrot might have finished pooping and didn't wipe its butt......

Richard didn't care about that, flew to the pillow, threw himself into the blanket and continued to sleep, changing his position to lie on his side, covering his ear hole with one wing.

Whether it's playing, teaching, or sleeping, everyone seems to have their own things to do, except for Pemmas who feels dazed and idle. It was very sleepy, but it couldn't sleep, thinking about the Tibetan mastiff, and couldn't sleep peacefully.

"Stop!"

Lao Cha suddenly shouted to stop.

Zhang Zi'an stopped moving, like a movie freeze-frame, maintaining the posture when Lao Cha shouted to stop, his feet stood steadily, his left hand slanted his fingers like a hand waving the pipa, and his right hand probed forward with his palm, without squinting.

Lao Cha turned his head, his pupils were like jujube cores, and the film on the back of the retina reflected the morning light, exuding a jewel-like burning luster.

It said slowly: "The focus of the style of the palm killer is the word 'volt'. Zi'an, your palm is 'split', not 'volt', and the force is too strong. Although this style looks unusual, it is a technique of four or two thousand catties. When the enemy's center of gravity is out of control, with the right hand killer and other continuous techniques such as a killer to win, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe or counterattack. ”

Zhang Zi'an kept his posture unchanged, pondered for a while, and nodded in response: "I know." ”

After speaking, he returned to the end of the previous style and re-performed the "Palm Killer" pose.

Pemmas watched his movements, and this time, the trajectory of his right hand changed, softer than the last time, and his right palm was pressed instead of slashing diagonally. Even from the perspective of a layman like Feimas, this time's movements are more in line with the kind of neutral and peaceful appearance of the first punch.

After doing this pose, he stopped, carefully figured out the angle and force of this pose, memorized it, and then redid it again, this time more smoothly and naturally than the last time.

The old tea whisker smiled.

Feimas felt very strange, Lao Cha didn't watch Zhang Zi'an practice boxing, and was staring at the cup of hot tea in front of him almost from beginning to end, as if there was a world in the tea, how did it know that Zhang Zi'an's fist was wrong?

It looked up at the wall clock, it was still early, and it would not delay today's shooting.

In the kitchen, there was a pot on the stove, and the pale blue flames gently licked the bottom of the pot. There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and the aroma of potato and beef stew drilled into its nostrils so hard that it couldn't help but swallow.

The windowsill is quite wide, it is the kind of bay window that can sit on people, the owner of this room may have raised flowers on the windowsill before, and the countertop left a faint circular trace, which is caused by the flower pots placed in the same place for many years, even if they are wiped, they cannot be wiped off.

Feimas also jumped on the windowsill, separated from the old tea cup by the teacup.

The old tea is leisurely and doesn't care, anyway, the windowsill is quite long.

Pemmas looked out, and the tip of his sensitive nose accidentally pressed against the glass. It's cold!

"Old Cha, how do you know that he made a mistake?" it asked curiously.

Lao Cha smiled and didn't answer, just raised his paw to signal the teacup in front of him.

"I don't like tea. Pegasus shook his head.

Lao Cha's eyelids are half-drooping, as if he is closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Whew, whew!

Zhang Zi'an continued to practice boxing, exhaling the sound of punching and breaking the wind, and the muffled sound of feet stepping on the floor.

Pemmas was also a little sleepy, and he lay down, his chin resting on his front legs, and his eyes and face slowly drooping......

Boom!

Zhang Zi'an stepped on the floor again, twisted his body in steps, and punched with his backpalm.

Something seemed to tremble in Pemmas's vision.

It raised its head, barely bracing up, but it didn't notice anything moving, except for Zhang Zi'an, everything in the room seemed to be in an absolute static state......

I guess I read it wrong...... It must be like this.

It leaned down again, its brain gradually emptying, intending to get some sleep and recharge for today's shooting.

Boom!

As Zhang Zi'an stepped forward, something in his field of vision trembled.

This time it saw clearly!

Pegaston was tired, its pupils dilated, and it stared in surprise at the teacup in front of it.

What fluttered was the floating tea leaves in the teacup.

Every step Zhang Zi'an takes will cause the resonance of the teacup, causing extremely subtle ripples in the calm tea. If it weren't for Pegasus hanging his head and choosing a suitable angle, it would never have been possible.

Could it be that this is what Lao Tea makes me see?

Noting this detail, it further noted more details.

The steam rising from the teacup should have floated straight up, but it was disturbed by the air flow of Zhang Zi'an's punches and kicks, twisting and stretching, changing into an unpredictable shape, like a fire candle in the wind. The harder and faster his punches became, the more the steam was affected, and the angle of the twist was subtle......

The more Pegasus looked, the more fascinated he became, and Zhang Zi'an's movements were faithfully expressed by steam and ripples, as if a tangible and intangible villain was hovering and dancing over a teacup.

It understands that Lao Cha uses these to judge whether Zhang Zi'an's movements are in place, whether the lower plate is stable, and whether he has mastered the punching method......

Feimas smiled happily, and was about to share his discovery with Lao Cha, Zhang Zi'an had already closed his fists and finished today's morning class, the ripples of tea were one of them, flat as a mirror, reflecting the brass-colored eyes of Lao Cha.

In an instant, Feimas looked at Lao Tea through the reflection of the tea.

The space around him suddenly distorted, and a huge whirlpool rose in the tea, and before Pegasus could react, he was caught in it!

Not again!

Darkness is falling!

Pegas's heart was beating violently, and was he going back to that dark box?

Come on, this time it's ready, and it won't be as dazed as last time!

Pemmas briefly lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, he realized that he had come to a strange place, neither the windowsill on the second floor of a pet store, nor the black box with the sea of stars.

Surrounded by dense forests, insects chirp one after another, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky.

A well-proportioned young man walked through the woods, wearing a long robe and a hat, and his face and expression could not be seen clearly.

When he reached an open field, he stopped and slowly turned back.

At this time, Feimas noticed that there was a tanuki cat behind him, squatting a little away from him, staring at him.

"Ah Cha, do you really not want to go to Xiangjiang with me?" said the young man.