Zhou Xiaoxun entered his room since he returned home, lying on the bed with a pile of drawing paper in his hand, looking at this one, looking at that one, and then comparing which one is better, turning it over and over.

Zhou's father works in a movie theater, and he spends his days in the movie theater with his father when he is not in class, but yesterday his father dropped her tape, and he vomited in his heart, unwilling to pay attention to his father, and he didn't want to follow him to the movie theater.

It was already getting dark.

"Xiaoxun, are you at home?" Zhou's mother came back from work and shouted at Zhou Xiaoxun's room.

"Mom, hurry up and cook, I'm starving to death!" Zhou Xiaoxun replied in a coquettish voice.

"You kid, how old are you and you don't learn to cook, so let me and your dad come back from work to have something to eat. Zhou's mother said while busy washing rice and cooking.

Zhou Xiaoxun, as a child in the city, is the only daughter in the family, she is spoiled on weekdays, where can she cook, Zhou's mother just talks about it, even Zhou's father will at most train her when her academic performance is poor, otherwise how can he buy her a walkman, this thing is a luxury, and it has only been popular abroad for a few years.

When Father Zhou came back from work, it was just in time for dinner. Zhou's father is a poster painter in the cinema and does some projectionist work, and he only gets off work after finishing his work on weekdays, especially when the old Wang in the theater has come up recently, and some work can't be done, so Zhou's father will help to do some, delayed, and get off work a little later than usual.

"Xiao Xun, come out to eat. As soon as Zhou's father sat down at the dinner table, Zhou's mother shouted to Zhou Xiaoxun's room.

"Dad, Dad, look at it, look at it. Zhou Xiaoxun rushed out of the room and handed a stack of drawing paper in his hand to Zhou's father.

Father Zhou looked at Zhou Xiaoxun quite suspiciously, this ghost elf, he was still angry with him in the morning, why did he take the initiative to come up now? In the past, there was no one who didn't take it for two or three days to look at you!

"How's it going?" Zhou Xiaoxun didn't hide his smugness, as if he was saying, 'Praise me, praise me'.

"Yo, the painting is good, lifelike, especially the one on the steps, it has the texture of a poster! I can't draw it without more than ten years of skill, it must not be painted by you, who painted it?" Father Zhou looked at it carefully for a while before saying.

"Hmph, what if I didn't draw it, sooner or later I will draw better than this!" Zhou Xiaoxun was a little unconvinced.

"I haven't seen you learn it seriously, so you'll be cheeky!" Zhou's mother sat down and counted her sentences, and also took the drawing paper to look at.

"Mom~! I won't tell you!" Zhou Xiaoxun pouted and protested to Zhou's mother, and then turned to Zhou's father: "Hey, Dad, this is a new neighbor who moved upstairs to draw it, it's called Xu Jing, but it's amazing, I painted one in a few minutes! Isn't that Uncle Wang in our courtyard in poor health and about to retire and can't find a successor? What do you think of this Xu Jing?"

"Don't worry, tell me what the situation of this Xu Jing is. Father Zhou was a little curious about Xu Jing.

Then Zhou Xiaoxun added fuel and vinegar to tell her parents about Xu Jing's situation, as for why she worked so hard to promote Xu Jing, she herself didn't say why, maybe she thought Xu Jing's wooden appearance was funny, maybe she just wanted someone to play with her in the movie theater.

"This kid is strange and pitiful, unfamiliar with life, and helpless here, Lao Zhou, if you can help, help it. Zhou's mother was a little sympathetic to Xu Jing's situation.

"That's it, tomorrow night Xiaoxun, you call him to our house for dinner, and I'll talk to him in person. Come, come, eat, eat. Father Zhou listened to Zhou Xiaoxun's introduction and did not agree immediately, not everyone can introduce jobs casually these days, it has only been a few years since the anti-gang campaign, what if it is a hooligan ruffian and causes losses to the hospital.

The next day.

At about seven o'clock, Xu Jing got up, did a hundred hanging sit-ups and two hundred push-ups as usual, thought about it, Xu Jing added two more training items to himself, grabbed an old shirt and took it to the door and went out to run. Running, this is one of them. This run ran out of the city, and ran directly to the hill where Yang Laosan was buried, and ran for more than ten kilometers, which was not far for Xu Jing.

The second item is the fist and foot kung fu that Yang Laosan pondered. On the flat ground at the top of the mountain, Xu Jing calmly practiced the routines of Yang Laosanjiao several times.

The so-called routines, in fact, are just for the convenience of training and the various moves that can be used in series, so that every training is messy, which moves have been practiced which moves have not been practiced can not be remembered, the role of the routines is to make the moves proficient, not to every time you fight with people you have to think about how to make a move, when all the moves tempered practice makes perfect, you can easily play against people, see the moves.

In the moves taught by Yang Laosan, there are various techniques such as rushing, slashing, copying, whipping, kicking, whipping, kicking, swinging, etc., and the limbs include the head, hands, feet, knees, elbows and other parts, mixed with some characteristics of various other traditional martial arts schools, and different, more like a hodgepodge, but there is only one purpose: to kill.

As early as 82 years, Yang Laosan was invited to participate in the customization of the rules of the Sanda competition, but in the end, Yang Laosan was not allowed to use the elbow and knee because of the rule requirements, and he was not allowed to attack the throat, eyes, crotch, back of the head and other vital parts of the human body.

After practicing the routine, Xu Jing tore off his old shirt, wrapped it around his fists, used a tree trunk the thickness of a bucket as a sandbag, and kept hitting the trunk with his hands and feet, and the speed continued to increase. No matter what kind of martial arts or competition, pay attention to the three words of fast, accurate, and ruthless, that is, speed, technique, and strength, of course, for Xu Jing, who has military experience, endurance is also essential.

When Xu Jing came back with the buns he bought by the way, it was already past eight o'clock, and there were two bottles of fresh milk in glass bottles at the door, which had been ordered the day before. At this time, most of the milk was in bulk, it appeared in the fifties and sixties, and in the eighties, some areas even had a policy of sending milk to the countryside.

Taking the milk into the house, pouring it into the pot and boiling, Xu Jing took a bath first, and when he came out, there was a knock at the door. Xu Jing opened the door, and outside the door, Zhou Xiaoxun was holding a Walkman portable cassette player, waving at Xu Jing, and smiling at Xu Jing.

"My parents have gone to work, and I'm here to accompany you. Xu Jing let her in, she sat down and said, but no matter how she sounded, it sounded like she wanted Xu Jing to accompany her.

"Have you had breakfast?" asked Xu Jing as he walked to the kitchen.

"I've eaten it. ”

Xu Jing poured a cup of boiled milk and put it in front of Zhou Xiaoxun, and he ate the bun with another glass of milk.

"Before you find a job, you will live the life of a landlord?" Zhou Xiaoxun was a little surprised, at this time, even in the city, ordinary people couldn't drink milk, so she naturally didn't drink much.

"Well, get used to it. ”

"By the way, how about I introduce you to a job? My dad's movie theater is now short of a poster artist, and you must be fine if you draw so well. Zhou Xiaoxun took a sip of milk, put down the cup and said.

"Well, good. After a moment of silence, Xu Jing looked at Zhou Xiaoxun and replied.

"Okay, come to my house for dinner in the evening, and my dad will ask you something. ”

"Good. ”

After drinking the milk, Zhou Xiaoxun picked up the tape on the side, picked it up, tore open the package, put the tape into the Walkman, and started singing.

"In the past, I didn't know what it meant to be broad-minded

In the past, I didn't know that there were many strange things in the world

The future I fantasized about in the past is not the present

It seems clear now what the future is

Oh...... ”

The first song is Cui Jian's "It's Not I Don't Understand", this is Cui Jian's first rock work, Cui Jian is the first person in Chinese rock music, is a banner in the history of Chinese music, created Chinese rock, known as the "father of Chinese rock", until decades later, no one can surpass Chinese rock music.

At the concert held in Yanjing in 86 to commemorate the International Year of Peace, Cui Jian's song "Nothing" caused a violent response, and since then Chinese rock has entered the peak period of ten years. Cui Jian is not only popular all over China, but even rushed out of Asia, frequently holding concerts in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan and Europe.

"How do you know that I like to listen to rock 'n' roll?" Listening to the roar in the Walkman, Zhou Xiaoxun and Xu Jing chatted with each other.

"Guess. ”

“。。。。 Zhou Xiaoxun was speechless for a while.

"Do you like to listen to rock 'n' roll too?"

"My parents don't like it, and people who rap rock are crazy, and they will become crazy if they listen to it too much. They don't know what rock 'n' roll is!"

"Hey, by the way, can you sing?"

"I think people who play rock and roll are very handsome!"

Zhou Xiaoxun seemed to have turned on the chatter mode, sometimes asking questions, sometimes complaining, and sometimes humming a few words with the Walkman. Zhou Xiaoxun's age is the time to be rebellious, especially in the current era of collision by Western culture and ideas, he even deliberately behaves more mature than his peers on weekdays, plus his personality is more hearty, he loves to express himself, he is a little crazy, and he can't play with girls of the same age, but more with boys.

In the evening, when Zhou's father and mother came home to make dinner, Zhou Xiaoxun led Xu Jing back to eat late, and Xu Jing also went to the neighborhood to buy some fruits.

"Dad, Mom, I brought Xu Jing here. Before entering the door, Zhou Xiaoxun shouted inside.

"Hello, uncle, aunt!" Xu Jing said hello, and then put down the fruit.

"Hey, you're Xiao Jing, what else are you buying in the neighborhood? Zhou's mother said with a plate of dishes on the table.

"Okay, do you want me to help?" Xu Jing replied.

"Leave her alone, Xiao Jing, let's sit down first. I heard that you were a soldier before?" Father Zhou also spoke.

"Well, my grandfather has been a soldier all his life, so I went to be a soldier too. Xu Jing said.

"Well, it's good to be a soldier, it's glorious to be a soldier. Father Zhou said, chatting simply.

。。。。

"That's right, I've seen all the paintings you painted, the painting is very good, the foundation is very solid, it can be seen that you have learned it since you were a child, but painting posters, not just sketches, more watercolors, and sometimes ink paintings, will you do these?" Father Zhou finally got down to business.

"I learned a little bit of watercolor painting. "For Zhou's father's judgment that he has learned to paint since he was a child, he has never learned watercolor oil painting, but one method, ten thousand methods, are all skills passed from the West, there are still many similarities, and with his learning ability, it is really difficult to help Xu Jing.

"That's good, hey, by the way, do you have a letter of introduction from Yanjing?" Father Zhou asked, at this time, you need a letter of introduction to find a job.

"Yes. "Xu Jing does have a letter of introduction, or a blank letter of introduction with a seal, which was left by the head of the compound in Yanjing to settle him.

"Okay, tomorrow you and I will go to the hospital to meet the leader, it shouldn't be a problem. ”

"Well, thank you, Uncle Zhou. ”

Then I started eating again.