Luo Jingfu looked at Luo Xiaoyu with hope, Luo Xiaoyu couldn't say if he was bitter, Yuan Wei came back drunk in the middle of the night last night, went into the house and pulled her out of bed, and said inarticulately: "Mourning Xing, marry you, I haven't won." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Luo Xiaoyu touched the purple blue on his chest and vaguely promised the uncle, "I'..... I want to find a way, and when I buy it, I'll give it directly to Sister Xiaotong. ”

But she didn't know where to buy, and she was even more afraid that it would be too expensive to buy, one day Yuan Zhuo saw their mother and daughter on the road, picked up her niece and asked long and short questions, and the daughter innocently said: "Little uncle, my mother wants to buy a sword to play Tai Chi." ”

Yuan Zhuo looked at Luo Xiaoyu thoughtfully, and Luo Xiaoyu covered up embarrassedly and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense, no, no." ”

A month later, a sword was lying on her sofa, the youngest daughter didn't pull it out for a long time, Luo Xiaoyu hit the five-flavor bottle, she changed her mind, gave Luo Xiaotong the money to buy the sword, and kept the sword herself.

Luo Xiaotong didn't buy a sword for his father and swallowed the hundreds of yuan, but told his father that Luo Xiaoyu didn't buy it.

Later, that sword became the sword between her and Yuan Wei, a talisman that pierced her heart.

The camera pans back.

In class, Luo Xiaoyu bit her pencil and thought, who would play Tai Chi in the Mianshui area in her previous life? She didn't notice when the class bell rang, Yuan Wei looked at her sad face.

Looking at the face that was obviously not as fair as before, and not as tender as before, I thought to myself that something happened to her family? Why did Luo Xiaoyu look haggard, he couldn't hold back the question for several days, and he couldn't hold back today, he asked: "Luo Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you this time?"

Luo Xiaoyu squinted at him and said angrily: "It's good, it's okay." ”

Yuan Wei didn't believe it, so he approached her and asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xiaoyu thought about it, Yuan Wei was very good at inquiring, she said: "Do you know who can play Tai Chi?"

"Haha, you got it. Yuan Wei smiled proudly.

This time, Luo Xiaoyu approached him and asked him, "Who?" ”

"My dad!"

"Yuan Qinghe? No way, he can only play mahjong. Luo Xiaoyu said in disgust.

Yuan Wei was stunned as if he had met a ghost: "You...... How do you know my dad's name. ”

"Ah...... Guess. Luo Xiaoyu had no words to explain, and turned around and ignored him with a weak heart.

..........

The first thing Yuan Wei did when he got home at noon was to ask his father: "Dad, do you know how to do tai chi, who will see it?"

Yuan Qinghe slowly raised his head and looked at his second son and said, "When did you see me playing Tai Chi when you arrived in Mianshui?

"Don't mention your sword, it didn't kill us, if it weren't for you, we should have been transferred here? Yuan Wumei complained about the nagging.

"You dare!" said Yuan Qinghe, holding his glass and widening his eyes.

It's over, the two are going to quarrel, and the father can't quarrel with the mother, but the father's face is too scary, and Yuan Wei is at a loss.

"I'm annoyed, what's the noise? I'm hungry and want to eat. Yuan Ling frowned and pouted and slapped the table.

"Good, good, no noise, no noise, wife eats, eats. Yuan Qinghe immediately changed his smile and said.

Yuan Qinghe is a daughter slave, and when he heard that his baby daughter was hungry, he hurriedly smiled all over his face, making the other three light gourds sad and uncomfortable.

Yuan Wei didn't ask the result, and he couldn't figure out why Luo Xiaoyu said that his father loved to play mahjong, and everyone in Sichuan Province would play mahjong, but of course he wouldn't.

There is no at home, he went back to his hometown when he was a child and saw it, but his father never played it? With questions, she asked Luo Xiaoyu again: "My father really knows tai chi, not mahjong." ”

After speaking, he looked around again, lowered his voice and said: "I believe you just told you, you have to promise Chairman Mao not to tell others, I still have a sword at home, my father used to get up every day in Guanzhong to practice swords, and then he was arrested and transferred here, my father has never played Tai Chi since then, let alone touched the sword, but he drinks every day......

The more Yuan Wei spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more Luo Xiaoyu listened, the more shocked she became, she didn't know this, could it be that the sword Yuan Zhuo gave him was? "What kind of sword spike? blue?

Luo Xiaoyu almost said the blue sword spike, and in a hurry, Shengzhi added a red, and Shengsheng turned the affirmative sentence into a choice question sentence.

Yuan Wei said without doubt: "Blue spike." ”

"Oh. Luo Xiaoyu finally understood that Taiji didn't inquire, but he inquired about the most important secret, although it was not important to others, but it made Luo Xiaoyu relieved.

Without tai chi, abdominal breathing in the years to come, almost everyone who knows yoga will, of course luo xiaoyu will, she and her grandfather did ideological work.

"Grandpa, your lungs are definitely not good for you to smoke often, your trachea will be sick every winter, my classmate's father said to do abdominal breathing, grandpa, I went to learn the essentials for you, you have to learn." ”

Luo Xiaoyu used coquettishness to sell cuteness, and finally let Luo Wande sit cross-legged on the bed and practice abdominal breathing with her, and afterwards she asked her grandfather: "How is it, is it much more comfortable?"

"Well, good boy, it's a lot better. Luo Wande comfortably relaxed his chest and said.

"Grandpa, my classmate's father also said that he should go outdoors every morning, ah, ah, just take deep breaths outside the house, and then do abdominal breathing, grandpa, you take a mat and put it outside, now the weather is okay, practice in the house in winter." Luo Xiaoyu nagged Luo Wande for a long time and couldn't cry or laugh, but his heart was sweet.

Long Jianbing's pear tree has not yet borne fruit. Long Jianguo snapped his fingers and said, "Brother, it's three years next year, and you can eat pears next year." It made everyone laugh.

Long Jianjun is about to graduate this semester, he worked harder, originally he wanted to take the exam, Mianshui No. 1 Middle School is a very famous middle school, I heard that Kong Ming Temple is near the school.

Every spring when the dry lotus blooms is very beautiful, Huang Cailian disagrees with the thought of living in school, the eldest son is getting better and better day by day under his nose, he doesn't want the eldest son to spoil his body again, she still has that concept, learning is not important, the body is the capital.

Long Ding Wenyue felt that the eldest son's realm was high, the so-called starting point was high and everything was high, he hoped that the Long family could produce the first college student, he exerted the majesty of a man and showed the gentleness of his husband, and made Huang Cailian agree to go to Kong Ming No. 1 Middle School to give it a try.

As soon as New Year's Day passed, Long Dingwen rode his eldest son to Mianshui No. 1 Middle School, in fact, Mianshui No. 1 Middle School was on the opposite bank of the Mianshui River, and it took less than ten minutes to walk across the river.

But in winter, the river was too cold, and the only bridge was far away from the school, so they chose to ride a bicycle, and when the father and son came back in the afternoon, the whole family was eager to know the result, Long Dingwen said to everyone with a smile.

"How can it be so fast? I went to the teaching office today, they didn't send out papers, but asked several teachers to ask questions, and after Jianjun did it, he said let's go back and wait a few days before the holiday to see the notice. ”