Rong Bai ate too much for this meal.

After eating, Rong Bai, with one hand supporting his waist and rubbing his stomach with the other, followed Hengqing's wheelchair and walked in the backyard of the academy.

"Xiaobai, are you still uncomfortable?" It wasn't until his hands were sore that Hengqing stopped the wheelchair. knew that Rong Bai would eat a lot, but Hengqing never expected that Rong Bai would eat so much. Rong Bai ate all the food he thought he couldn't hold. But what she never expected was that although there was no refrigerator in this world, there were wells in this world.

There is a well in the courtyard of Mr. Heting's house, which is usually used to get water, and when necessary, he can freeze vegetables in it. It can extend the shelf life for a long time.

Rong Bai's home in the county town also has such a well, but she never expected that the well could be used like this. If I had known this, I wouldn't have had to eat so much.

"Much better. Shall I go again?" Rong Bai let out a long hiccup before he replied weakly.

Mr. Qu Fang plays at home every night. Hengqing paused: "We are still some distance away from Mr. Qu Fang's house now, why don't we go over there and listen to Mr. Qu Fang's music." ”

Rong Bai was a little entangled: "What, isn't the tune you talking about for people who can understand it, I'm like this, I can't understand the tune at all." "The last person Rong Bai wants to see now is Mr. Qu Fang, as soon as he sees him, he is embarrassed, people kindly teach him to play the flute, he is good, and the most precious flute for others is blown in minutes.

"If Xiaobai doesn't dare to see Mr. Qu Fang, we will listen outside the courtyard. ”

Hengqing's words were all said about this, and Rong Bai still refused. can only push the road when Hengqing came and went.

Mr. Qu Fang's yard is not very high. Hengqing was in a wheelchair just blocked by the fence. Rong Bai had no place to sit, so he simply sat on the ground directly against the fence.

The person named the girl chasing the moon in Wencui Hall also plays the thin and stringed piano, and Mr. Qu Fang seems to play the stringed piano. Obviously, it was the sound of the strings vibrating, the one called chasing the moon, and the sound that popped up made Rong Bai a little soft and had no strength. However, what Mr. Qu Fang popped out made Rong Bai can't help but recall his days on the battlefield.

At that time, it was really hard. Sometimes, though, it's fun.

There is nothing on the battlefield, everyone is a partner, living and dying together. No matter whether you are facing a fierce beast or an alien, or an ordinary person like yourself, once the battle horn sounds, you will be unstoppable. Rong Bai didn't know why, but before the battle, he was clearly afraid and hesitant. However, once the battle begins, there is only the enemy in front of you, only the blades, and no matter how fierce the battle is, there will be no fear until it is stopped.

Listening to Mr. Qu Fang's song, Rong Bai felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, waiting, waiting for the start of the battle, wishing that there was an enemy in front of him and a long knife in his hand.

At the end of the song, Rong Bai's hands were trembling.

"Xiaobai, this is Mr. Qu Fang's song. Hengqing closed his eyes and felt for a while before he spoke.

"I want to fight, and listening to this tune, I want to fight. Rong Bai raised his head, his eyes were red: "I think of the days on the battlefield, that feeling, exactly the same." ”

Hengqing had never heard Rong Bai talk about her life, and he didn't know what the so-called battle was like. However, what Rong Bai said this time was not wrong at all. This is indeed a song on the battlefield.

The lyrics and songs are called "War Dead". Suddenly, a voice sounded, and the two looked back, and Mr. Qu Fang actually stood at the door holding the strings and looked at the two people: "Hengqing, your wife, can actually understand my tune, it's really unusual." ”

Rong Bai's face flushed, and he said that he could not see this gentleman, but now it is good, and he will find himself listening to the corner.

"You like to listen, so why sit outside and come to the courtyard to listen. Mr. Qu Fang suddenly looked at Rong Bai: "Girl, be a little more generous, I don't care about those things, what do you care about?"

Rong Bai blushed and scratched his head, pushed Hengqing, and followed behind Mr. Qu Fang.

Mr. Qu Fang teaches music and also likes music. On weekdays, when I have nothing to do, I play on my own turf. Now that the academy has not yet opened, Mr. Qu Fang has more time and plays every night. It's just that at the beginning, there were quite a lot of people who came to listen, but now there are fewer and fewer people.

Finally, someone likes to listen to it, and Mr. Qu Fang is not welcome.

played a lot of tunes in a row, except for the songs describing the battlefield, Rong Bai felt a little, for her, everything else was noise. It's just that the noise is a little bit nice.

For Hengqing Niangzi's behavior of chewing peonies, Mr. Qu Fang has no way.

Three people, two people listen, one person plays. By the time the fun was over, the sky was already white. Mr. Qu Fang couldn't stay up, so he fell asleep on the table. Under Hengqing's command, Rong Bai lightly placed the old man on the bed, took the door, and quietly returned to Mr. He Ting's side.

Mr. He Ting's family got up very early, and early in the morning, the family of three was doing Tai Chi in the courtyard.

Under Hengqing's introduction, Rong Bai knew that this Tai Chi was probably some kind of gymnastics to exercise the body. However, in the last days, this kind of gymnastics without combat effectiveness has long been out of fashion. Rong Bai's exercise on weekdays is long-distance running and fighting. It can not only ensure the body fat rate on the body, but also enhance the combat effectiveness.

Therefore, she has no interest in the soft exercise of Tai Chi at all.

Mr. Qu Fang and Zhang's movements are quite standard, as for Wen Lun on the other side, Rong Bai can't bear to look at that action. Just that action, if you go to the Wencui Museum to dance, you will be disgusted. At least, Rong Bai felt that the combat power of the moon-chasing girl could completely destroy more than a dozen streets of Wenlun.

Rong Bai can still tolerate the things on the side, but for physical exercise, Rong Bai can't bear it.

Either you don't exercise, you have to be serious about exercising! Otherwise, if you say that you have exercised every day, your combat effectiveness will still be a white chicken. is dissatisfied, and Rong Bai's behavior is simple.

Mr. He Ting's movements, Rong Bai took a set of punches to remember clearly, and then, a few big steps over, stretched out his right hand and pointed at the knife from the bottom to the top of Wen Lun's arm. Wen Lun felt a pain next door, and subconsciously put it away, but before he could react to anything, his leg hurt again.

Mr. He Ting saw Rong Bai's movements, stopped his movements, and looked at Rong Bai curiously.

Hengqing's wife, Mr. He Ting, who is strange, is a bit of a spectrum, but I really didn't expect that this woman is actually a master. Mr. He Ting has only seen those who are good in the green forest can do this. In just a few movements, Wen Lun's soft collapse appearance was corrected.

"Since you want to exercise, you should exercise to the best, and if you do this, you will waste your time in vain, and in the end you will not get anything. After stopping, Rong Bai opened his mouth to reprimand.