The cold is finally cured, Li He is alive again, and it feels so good to regain control of his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I got up early and ran three laps along the stone road in the front and back yards, sweating and still having strength.

Li He found an old blanket and tied it to the stout old elm tree, and began to kick the tree, but his feet hurt and began to hit the tree with his elbows and fists again.

After a whole down, up and down heartily.

Li He didn't learn any serious martial arts fighting, and after the unit went to work, he began to follow the guards for a few days out of the boy's martial arts complex.

As a result, people said that the body was stiff and the reaction was slow, which was not the material for learning martial arts.

Li He was a little disappointed.

Later, a guard gave him a bad idea and said, "No matter how much you practice, it's just like that, it's better to practice something practical."

The guard pointed to the Tsubaki tree in the compound and said, you have nothing to do with kicking the tree hundreds of times every day, hitting hundreds of times, over the course of a year, you have the ability to react, you have the speed, you have the strength, and you are more resistant to beating.

Li Hedao, aren't you fooling people?

If you are suddenly strangled by someone's neck, hugged and pressed to the ground, and slapped in the face, you can not be in a hurry, your hands are not shaking and your legs are not weak, your brain can still think, and you instinctively fight back, you will be out of the division, and the other party's three or five little hooligans will not be like playing.

The guard finally said that you can't be flexible and coordinated to practice skills, so it's right to hurry up and practice speed and strength.

Li He was fooled like this, with a dream of martial arts, he walked around the small park every day, and practiced for more than 20 years.

In addition, I learned a little routine in a similar way, and I really want to pinch someone like playing.

Of course, Li He's principle of fighting is still adhering to the principle of not using a stool if there are bricks, and don't use a stool with empty hands if there are stool legs.

So later, the small park was full of old men and old ladies kicking trees in the morning to play, not without provenance, even if you can't practice martial arts masters, at least you can make your leg joints sweat, and you won't have diseases such as rheumatism.

Of course, the fights in everyday life are not like in the movies.

In fact, due to limited physical fitness, most small-scale violent clashes will end within tens of seconds, and most of the blows are mainly on the head, the difference is between fists and feet.

A good body is too important for a person, so Li Heming knew that he couldn't become a martial arts master, but he still decided to pick up what he had lost before.

Li He finally took a refreshing shower and changed his clothes.

I heard the kitchen faucet crackling, and when I entered the house, I saw that the faucet was not very problematic, it couldn't be turned off, and it kept dripping.

Li He turned off the main valve, found a live wrench to unscrew the faucet, found the bottle cap, reamed a leather ring and closed it, and it was done in a few minutes.

When she arrived in the living room, Fu Xia had already set up the dishes and chopsticks.

Fu Xia served Li He a bowl of porridge, "Brother Li, you are so amazing, I haven't finished that faucet." I'll give you another salted egg, and it'll be oily. ”

"What about your uncle, why did you go out so early?" Old man Li now goes out early and returns late every day, and occasionally brings back one or two small pieces to show Li He.

From Emperor Yang of Sui's sister-in-law to Yuan Datou's eighth aunt, they went around and around to Li He.

Li He didn't care about the history behind these things, and when he opened his mouth to ask how much it was worth, the two obviously didn't have a common language.

"Uncle said to give the dog that....... breeding", Fu Xia seemed embarrassed to say halfway through.

"What?" Li He seems to have heard poorly, only to breed pigs, this dog is all over the streets and alleys, where do you need to go out.

Perhaps to guarantee the purity of the bloodline.

"This is what the uncle himself said, go to the south gate."

Li Hecai found that Fu Xia's face was a little moisturized, her eyes were much brighter, not to mention her spirit, there was still a wisp of joy that could not be concealed between her eyebrows.

Li He drank the porridge slowly, licked off the rice grains in his mouth, and directly cracked a salt duck egg.

When he saw the egg yolk, a stream of clear butter suddenly came out of it, afraid of dripping out, Li He Yitong stuffed it into his mouth, but it turned out to be a little salty, only half of it was bitten, and the remaining half was put in the bowl again.

Li He has never been elegant when eating, and sometimes he consciously wants to correct it, so that he chews slowly instead of gobbling it up, and finally finds that the subconscious meaning is difficult to correct.

"My dream is to eat meat every day when I grow up. ”

If a big truth that was not marginal in childhood can be regarded as an ideal, then the gap between the ideal and the reality is too small.

It's not really greedy, probably because of the lack of food and clothing in the early days, so he constantly satisfies his appetite and unconsciously trapped in the most basic human desires.

After wiping his mouth, he pushed the rice bowl on the table, "Okay, you stay at home and watch the door by yourself, I'll go to school and come back for lunch." ”

"Brother Li, your pants are torn, if you don't change them, I'll make up for you", Fu Xia pointed to Li He's pants and said.

Li He looked down and saw that the hem of his trousers was worn out because he had been stepping on the sole of the canvas for a long time, and said with a smile, "No need"

Li He rode a bicycle to the school, mainly to the school mailroom to see if there was a letter from Zhang Wanting, his letter has been sent for a long time, and according to the time, it has almost been replied.

During the summer vacation, groups of students still enter and exit from the towering gates of the school and university.

A few security guards hung around the door.

The school's mailroom is a dilapidated Soviet-style old building, with a thick cement on the outside, and the floor is also cement, with potholes that can be used as marbles.

The door of the mailroom is still open, even if the students are on vacation, and the leaders of the family area, daily newspapers and documents must be delivered.

Li He came into the house and said hello, "Sister, I'm looking for my letter."

An eldest sister dressed in a short-sleeved cloth dress asked, "Where did you send it?"

"Ukrainian"

The eldest sister took out a cardboard box and dumped the bottom of the box upside down, and all the letters were stacked on the tattered desk in the room. "The international letters are all here, I have found it, I have found it to register with me, and I have brought my student ID card, right?"

Li He nodded and continued to rummage through the letters.

Flipping through the pages, I naturally saw a lot of postcards, American, French, Australian, Vietnamese, messy things.

Some are directly Chinese, some are English, and some even use code words, which is a bunch of numbers, an agreed book, how many pages and how many lines, find that word, and spell it together.

After all, it was someone else's postcard, and Li He would only read a few words when he flipped through it.

It's not the picture on the back of the postcard, it's all kinds of things written on it.

"Greetings from Paradise of Freedom..... I'm waiting for you here" This one is from the United States.

"The beauty is breathtaking......" This one is from New Zealand.

"Love you forever..."

Li He flipped through a lot of letters, and a lot of postcards, and finally he didn't give up and flipped through them again, but he still didn't find his letter.

Li He had to sigh, it seemed that Zhang Wanting hadn't replied to him yet.

Li He had no choice but to ride a bicycle and rush home against the rising and increasingly hot sun. (To be continued.) )