Today, Luan Kay didn't practice.

He hummed a tune with a relaxed face, wiped the picture frame, the white and shiny glass reflected the translucent reflection under the light ball, and the black and white photos in the collection were well preserved, like new, they were children, when they first brought them back, they were still very afraid of themselves, and it took a long time just to get acquainted with each other.

He took the photo, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly remembered the noisy appearance of a few adopted bear children, couldn't help laughing, put them down again, and looked around.

The specially furnished study room was empty and silent.

The air flow moved silently and slowly, rolling up dust, and a lot of dust had been deposited in the study that had not been taken care of for a long time, and it was clumps in his palm, and Luan looked at the bookshelf, right here, many memories were still asleep here, they never disappeared, they were just asleep, and many of the book covers on the bookshelf were wrinkled, proving that they had been turned from time to time, and this one was the most often turned.

He took off a storybook, and there was a black stamp on it, which was the fingerprint that had been printed over time, and its binding was very loose, and one page was barely clipped in, but a few bear children still liked to read it the most.

Because its fight scenes are indeed very good, and they are also very enthusiastic, in the eyes of several children who have practiced martial arts since childhood, that is the biggest dream, they regard the male protagonist in the book as an idol, and they also say what the protagonist said that they think is cool, and think that it is very handsome, and then they don't do it so much, they are also slowly growing, and each stage of life has changed, just like they also began to feel that many problems are very naïve.

Naturally, this room is not enclosed, and there are artificially planted trees outside the window, which is very cool here every summer.

How long has it been since this place?

Walking out of the door, on the wall of the corridor more than one meter wide, there are portraits of each generation of museum owners, Lu En still remembers that he used to like to listen to the stories of the first generation of museum owners, because at that time it was already very difficult for people to live, the continent was cleared, natural disasters, wild monsters, even if it was a professional, it was difficult to live, but the first generation of the museum owner was not only alive, but also alive very well, speaking of today's situation, I always felt a little ashamed of the high-level warrior, but there was no way, the general trend was the inevitable trend, and non-human beings could change it.

In that hero's story, there are three parts to life, killing, saving people, and killing monsters, with a little participation in fighting against the invasion of the unwilling Smålan across the ocean.

He longed for that power, admired that spirit, and longed to be a legend of the same rank.

Until reality gave him a slap in the face.

"You didn't expect that, master. ”

The middle-aged man sighed softly, muttered to himself, leaned against the wall, and walked to the door as if with all his strength, sat on the threshold, looked at the sparse pedestrians, and took out a few letters.

"First of all, old guy, you want to go back to your hometown, it's good to go back to your hometown, and the leaves fall back to your roots. On the paper that was wrinkled like tree bark, there was surprisingly neat handwriting, which made him seem to see the serious, paralyzed, but smiling face, "Yes, when you're old, it's normal to want to go back to your hometown to be stable, but why did you just leave, didn't say it earlier, and didn't even give you a chance to send you, isn't it too unrighteous?"

"And then, you kid, indeed, you've learned everything you need to learn, you can go, and I'll let you go, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The rest of you can only rely on time to grind slowly, bastard, the most important thing in kung fu is to practice, if you practice well, you can practice a stunt with a knife, don't fall behind, it's okay, don't be me a half bucket of water, if you really do, don't say I'm your master, shame. ”

"Finally, it's you three little boys. ”

"When I got to school, I studied hard, and I was finally sent away, don't come back, it's better outside than my place, and you can only guard this broken martial arts hall that I don't know how long it can be opened. ”

Rune lowered his head, his voice getting quieter, and slowly leaned against the doorframe.

The sun is setting.

He just sat quietly and looked at the scenery, didn't think about anything, didn't care about anything, just said hello when acquaintances passed by, and occasionally taught bear children to call him a master, he just responded, but he didn't look at it, because as long as he looked, he would see that the kung fu was loose and scattered, and he would make his mood very bad all of a sudden, so it was better not to care about it from the beginning, out of sight and out of mind.

Suddenly feeling a little tired, Lune moved to the front steps, and the invisible force closed the door behind him, and he forced himself to stand up and go to his favorite restaurant.

Most of the shops are still open, many of the mobile stalls that have passed their business hours are ready to be cleaned up, and there are no night markets and late-night snacks in the city.

He dragged his heavy steps and walked alone on the street, and in a trance, he saw the shadow of his master, and it was here, this little-known town, this featureless, renovated familiar alleyway, which reminded him of something for no reason, but he suddenly woke up from his memory, and found that someone was looking at him with a frightened face, was it because of this knife? In his hand, the big knife was not yet sheathed, reflecting the cold light.

Fuss outsiders.

Lu thought about it, thinking about how much money he still had, and after careful calculation, he laughed, and with a few fewer mouths, his life was suddenly rich.

In the loud sound of the stall closing trumpet, his day came to an end.

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"Master, master, I don't want to learn martial arts anymore. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the child and muttered for a long time, smiled and asked, "Well, why?" "Because you have to get up early every morning." ”

"What else?"

"You can't eat what you want to eat, and, there's... "I'm still tired. ”

"Yes, I'm tired, and it's boring to do the same thing every day, and there's nothing wrong with it. ”

"Let's go, boy. He pushed open the door and patted his immature shoulder with his big rough hand, "You're free." "Well, my mom. "When your mother asked, I said that the basic skills have been taught, and you just need to spend time practicing, and there is no need to learn them." "Well, thank you, master. ”

The young boy cheered, and ran out of the gate like a happy child, catching up with the child next door outside the door, the middle-aged man just looked at it, still smiled gently, didn't say anything, sat on the threshold of the martial arts hall, the sunset was like blood, he sat like that, watched, holding the cigarette gun that had accompanied him for half his life, but the gray hair was a little whiter, the wrinkles between the foreheads were wrinkled a little, the white hair between the temples shook gently, and the stall in the day called the number of closing the stall, he turned around and closed the door heavily, just before closing the door, hesitated, and then slammed it harder。

A greeting sounded outside the door, and a long sigh disappeared.