"Then what do you say, you will let Xuan Xuan come in the future, I promise, hand over a literary master to you."

Meng Ke is talking nonsense.

Of course, he is not going to teach a literary master, and he teaches a child to become a literary master, so why should he go? However, with the knowledge of the previous life, it is no problem for Xuanxuan to jump three levels in a row.

Hearing Meng Ke say this, Aunt Zhao was even more overjoyed, Meng Ke's current rent is only a few hundred yuan, and it is not much to halve, not to mention eating, one more person is nothing more than more than a pair of bowls and chopsticks, which is much more expensive than the money to find a tutor outside, and the most important thing is that Meng Ke lives close, this is not a tutor sent to the door?

Seeing off Aunt Zhao, Meng Ke rested in the wheelchair for a while, looking at the time, it was still early, and the heat flow on his legs had not dissipated, but compared with just now, this heat flow had become vague, it seemed that this was from the popularity of Teacher Xuanxuan.

"Why don't you try to stand up?"

There was no one in the room, Meng Ke suddenly had a bold idea, these legs had been abandoned by the original owner for several months, and he wanted to stand when he came at first, but he fell and ate, now that there are such conditions, why not try?

With this thought, Meng Ke did not hesitate, pushed against the root of the wall, slowly put his legs down, held the wall with his hands, and his feet were forced, and a sour and numb energy surged up the soles of his feet.

There's a door!

Although his leg is still unable to exert his strength, this sour and numb strength Meng Ke is simply too familiar, in his previous life, he injured his leg one year and injured his ligament, and then he felt this way when he stood for the first time after he got better.

Of course, with the memory of his previous life, Meng Ke knew that he had to take a good walk at this time, otherwise it would be really useless.

Gritting his teeth, Meng Ke walked around the room four or five times, the rental house was not big, but Meng Ke took half an hour for each circle, and after two or three hours, he was already sweating profusely.

Pushing the wheelchair to wash his face, looking up at the time, Meng Ke pushed the wheelchair to the broadcast studio.

Uncle Liu was on duty in the broadcast studio, shaking his head and listening with a semiconductor in his hand, and when he saw Meng Ke pushing a wheelchair over, he immediately put the semiconductor on the table, snorted and changed his head in a different direction, not looking at him.

Meng Ke is not angry, this Uncle Liu is good to him, the original owner did not have a job, but Uncle Liu ran around and greeted the radio station, which is why he has his current job.

The salary is meager, but it makes Meng Ke feel very warm.

It's just that recently, Uncle Liu was worried about the fact that the Happy Village Channel was applied to the Midnight Channel by him without authorization, so he gave him a cold face all the time.

"Uncle Liu, it's so early."

opened the door, Meng Ke asked, naturally, he couldn't get a reply from Uncle Liu.

Meng Ke didn't take it to heart, put his feet on the ground, held on to the wall with one hand, and was about to stand up.

"What are you doing, stinky boy? Don't you ......" Uncle Liu, who was pretending to be cold just now, rushed over with an arrow, his hand had not reached Meng Ke's armpit, and the word in his mouth had not yet popped out, and the next scene made him stunned.

I saw Meng Ke leaning on the wall with one hand, the green tendons on his forehead flared up, gritting his teeth, and walking with difficulty.

Mai ...... Make move...... Step!

Uncle Liu's eyes were about to pop out, what did he see? The lame Meng Ke was able to go?

Impossible.

It's impossible!

I think that when Xiao Zhao called him to the hospital, he heard the doctor say with his own ears that although his life was saved, his legs were useless.

After waking up, Meng Ke didn't make any efforts, and the conclusions he could get were the same.

became disabled at a young age, which is also the reason why Meng Ke is so decadent.

But now, Meng Ke actually stood up?!

Not only stood, but also walked!

Although Meng Ke walked very slowly, every step seemed to step on Uncle Liu's nerves.

Meng Ke walked unconsciously, one step, two steps, three steps......

The broadcast studio was not very big, and it was only two or three steps from the door to the equipment, but it was such a short distance, and Meng Ke spent a full five minutes.

Finally sat down in his position, Meng Ke was already so tired that he was panting, but he didn't plan to ask Uncle Liu to help get the wheelchair in.

These legs have been wasted for too long, and it's time to practice.

"Little ...... Xiao Ke ......"

Uncle Liu was speechless in shock, pointing at Meng Ke as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole person was messy.

"Uncle Liu, you can get off work, there is me here." Meng Ke said to Uncle Liu while adjusting the equipment, and he didn't even turn his head back.

"You, you leg."

"Oh, it's a home remedy that my mother sent me some time ago, saying that it can be applied to the leg to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, and the resurrection mechanism, anyway, I'll try it if I'm fine, and a dead horse should be a live horse doctor."

Meng Ke is understatement nonsense, where is the original owner's mother, my mother ran away early, and she still has a home remedies? It would be nice to remember this son.

Of course, compared to this kind of mother who has this kind of prodigal son, the power of literature to dredge the meridians seems to be more incredible.

After all, this thing is really invisible and intangible, even Wang Shouchang, who is known as the third level of literary power, can't tell what kind of thing it is, he said that he recovered because of the power of literature, isn't that death?

"Oh~~ That's right."

Uncle Liu nodded as if he didn't understand.

Although the whole community knows that Meng Ke's parents ran away because of gambling debts, after all, the mother and son are connected, and these are not something that outsiders can get involved.

The initial shock was explained, and his curiosity was satisfied, and Uncle Liu subconsciously said, "Xiao Ke, your leg is just ,......."

After saying half a sentence, Uncle Liu reacted immediately, this stinky boy hid his knowledge of the village channel to the midnight program, and what kind of bet did he make with Ji Yongwang, his breath has not disappeared, what kind of heart does he care, what kind of mouth.

With a pull of his face, Uncle Liu returned to his coldness just now, "Hmph." ”

Snorting coldly at Meng Ke, Uncle Liu picked up the semiconductors on the table and walked out of the broadcast studio with his hands behind his back.

Didi –

With two piercing whistles, a black sedan stopped at the door of the broadcast studio, and happened to step on the point where Uncle Liu went out.

As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stepped down from above.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the broadcast studio and looked at it with disgust, and then looked at Uncle Liu, "Excuse me, this is the office of the Happy Village Channel?" ”

The words were polite, but there was a little politeness in this man's tone, which was clearly Chi Guoguo's disdain.

"Ah, yes, who are you looking for?" Uncle Liu's tone was not good.

"I'm from the district radio station," the man straightened his neckline and didn't take Uncle Liu seriously, "Is there a man named Meng Ke here?" ”

Uncle Liu turned around.

In the broadcast studio, Meng Ke stood up and pushed open the window in front of him, "I am, what are you looking for me?" ”