Early in the morning, Yang Guo got up at five o'clock as usual, when the sky was just dawning, Qiqi was now lying in the protected crib and falling asleep, Yang Guo left her at home, and it didn't matter if she left for a while.

Today's weather is good, insects and birds are chirping in the small park, willows are green and flowers are red, and the air is fresh. Yang Guo jogged around the small park a few times, then found a quiet corner and practiced boxing.

Yang Guo's boxing moves are not like those Tai Chi on the market, which are divided into twenty-four or forty-two styles (please don't take it seriously). The cumbersomeness of these boxing moves is because many performative moves have been added to them, which are actually the evolution of Yang Guo's thirteen boxing moves.

Yang Guo's thirteen styles, each of which is unique and faintly related to the other twelve styles, all depend on the user's mind. Yang Guo naturally can't do this, whether it is internal strength or consciousness, he can't meet the minimum requirements for being able to change his moves arbitrarily.

Therefore, Yang Guo still honestly fought back and forth more than ten times from beginning to end. After the boxing move, Yang Guo began to practice slowly.

Tai Chi emphasizes the lightness of the body, the coherence and rhythm of the movements, and the natural law is also to pay attention to the strength of the punch, the slow hand to make the hand fast. But Yang Guo did the opposite, he wanted to practice boxing at a speed slower than the speed of a turtle!

This is actually also a requirement of the exercises. It's easy to be fast, but it's better to be fast. It's not like four or two thousand catties, those with little strength can use their strength to fight, and the exercises are not completely abandoning fast movements and relying on slow motion to deal with fast movements, but I hope that martial artists should be able to be fast and slow and free to retract and release freely.

Yang Guo is angry and dantian, his legs and feet are like old tree roots, firmly rooted on the ground, his hips are like riding a horse, his waist is loose downward, his back is straight, his right arm is weak, and his left palm is slowly poked out. Every movement is like a male lion on the grassland slowly approaching the prey, reining in momentum and moving slowly, for fear that if one movement is too big, it will touch the dead grass and scare away the prey.

Yang Guo practiced slowly while running his internal strength, just like meditating, the meridians and breath of the whole body flowed, although he felt more sluggish, but the results were remarkable. As soon as he hit it, fine beads of sweat oozed from Yang Guo's forehead, which was even more tiring than all the previous exercises combined!

The old people in several nearby communities also got up one after another, and the small park was where they gathered for morning exercises, some of them practiced boxing and sword dancing like Yang Guo, and some danced square dances with music on, so it was not lively.

However, Yang Guo's mind was immersed in his own moves and styles, and he was not disturbed. There were a few old men who glanced at Yang Guo's movements, but after watching it for a long time, they didn't see a reason, who told Yang Guo that a move could play for a few minutes. Soon they all lost patience and left.

After the thirteen-style boxing moves were slowly cultivated, Yang Guo's head was steaming, and the whole person was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water, but his spirit was even fuller.

After practicing, Yang Guo bought breakfast at the market and went home.

When he got home, before Qiqi woke up, Yang Guo washed and changed his clothes, held a dictionary and read it aloud. When others memorize words, they all memorize them with a targeted vocabulary book, and at most there are only a few thousand words, but Yang Guo directly took a tome like Oxford High-level and memorized it from A to the back, who called his memory so perverted!

In the sound of Yang Guolang's reading, Qiqi also opened her eyes, lying in the small bed, her little mouth slightly open, and her little hands waved and slapped together, was she applauding her father's diligence and studiousness?

After washing Qiqi's face and breastfeeding, Yang Guo continued to read until eleven o'clock at noon, and after a few hours, Yang Guo had already gnawed off a small stack of dictionaries, and it was estimated that in less than a month, he would be able to memorize more than 180,000 words in the entire dictionary!

After cooking some porridge and drinking, Yang Guo watched the news on the Internet leisurely, and the Internet was overwhelmingly full of the terrorist Osa Niu? Root? Guan Deng dragged out the sudden news from a small house, and Yang Guo sighed with a smile: "An Oba cow and an Osa cow are both Bengensheng, why are they in a hurry!" ”

The terrorist incident in 2001 happened in the United States, and it has nothing to do with Yang Guo, and now this incident has nothing to do with Yang Guo, Oba Niu killed Osa Niu, it can only be said that he solved an ex's rival, which made him raise his eyebrows, and the poll data looked a little better, but it didn't distinguish between Yang Guo and Qiqi, so Yang Guo didn't pay attention to it.

Before closing the browser, Yang Guo ran to the translation network with great interest and translated a relevant report from foreign media, which can be regarded as benefiting the people in China who are hungry and eager to understand what happened! Of course, due to the relatively high level of his translation, it was later reprinted by major portals on the Internet, but this has nothing to do with Yang Guo.

After Yang Guo clicked on it, he calculated the time, counted the revisions, and translated more than 1,000 words in an hour and a half, which is not bad, if he really becomes a gold medal translator, he earns 300 in two hours, and more than 1,000 a day, then he can almost reach the salary level of the previous salesman in a month! Yang Guo snickered.

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In the evening, when Yang Guo was reading a grammar book, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it was Song Zhiwen.

"Yo, rare, why are you here? Isn't it a weekend? Yang Guo smiled and handed him a pair of slippers.

Song Zhiwen stuffed the big bag of things in his hand into Yang Guo's hand, and said while changing his shoes: "My mother asked me to come over, do you think I want to, I don't sleep at home at night, and I came to you?" ”

Yang Guo put several bags on the coffee table, opened one of them, and saw that it was baby clothes. Look at the other bags, all of them are baby products, two cans of milk powder, a couple of clothes, a bunch of diapers and a baby carrier. These were all bought by Song Zhiwen's mother and Yang Guo's godmother, and Yang Guo now feels a little sour in his nose.

Song Zhiwen changed his shoes, patted Yang Guo's shoulder, and said, "What's the matter?" My mom treats you well, doesn't she? Why don't you thank me? As soon as she heard me say that you have a baby, she went shopping and bought so many good things for your daughter. I also said her, I didn't see her treat me so well, it's all brand-name goods, tsk! ”

Yang Guo's brewing emotions suddenly made Song Zhiwen shoot away, and he said angrily: "That's my godmother taking care of me, why thank you?" ”

Song Zhiwen didn't compete with him, he took an apple from the table with a smile, ran to the sink to wash it, and then gnawed on the sofa with his feet crossed.

"Lao Guo, how are you this week?"

Yang Guo said: "It's okay, but I quit my job." ”

"Resigned?" Song Zhiwen jumped off the sofa again all of a sudden, "Why did you quit?" Didn't you do a good job? ”

"Because I can't take care of Kiki when I go to work." Yang Guo was very calm, he told Song Zhiwen about Qiqi's hospitalization the night before.

"Alas," Song Zhiwen sighed, "I knew you would make your daughter toss a lot." Your salary last month reached 20,000 yuan! I envy it! As a result, you just quit. ”

Yang Guo in turn wanted to comfort him and said, "It's okay, there is not only one way to go in life." ”

"And what are you going to do in the future?"

"I checked it yesterday, in fact, it is quite profitable to be a translator, and I can do it at home, I plan to give it a try."

Song Zhiwen looked at him suspiciously: "Can you be a translator?" Song Zhiwen has the impression that Yang Guo's English level is half a pound and eight taels with him, and it is okay to watch rice dramas, but it is not good if you are really serious. But this was all before graduation, he didn't know that Yang Guo's current IQ was already at the level of evil, and Yang Guo's English level had thrown him a few streets a long time ago.

"Okay, mosquitoes, you underestimate me," Yang Guo said with a smile, opening the report translated at noon on the computer to show him, "Look at it, how is this article translated?" ”

Song Zhiwen glanced at it, shook his head and said: "I haven't read English for almost a year, I can't understand the original text, Chinese feels very good, and I feel like reading Chinese reports." After all, he also graduated from the English major, and he still has this appreciation. Song Zhiwen looked at Yang Guo suspiciously, and asked, "You turned this over?" ”

Seeing Yang Guo nodded, Song Zhiwen said with a smile: "Okay, I have become so powerful after a year in the foreign trade industry, and I have been raising fat in the unit this year." ”

Yang Guo didn't say that his improvement was not due to foreign trade work, he just smiled and didn't reveal the secret of his smarter.

Song Zhiwen sat back, took a bite of the apple, and then said to Yang Guo: "You know what my dad does, right? ”

"You know, the leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yang Guo looked at Song Zhiwen suspiciously, what did he mean by saying this?

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't considered your daughter's hukou problem, right?"

That's right, Yang Guo thought about it, he had to register Qiqi, otherwise he would become a black household! Yang Guo's current hukou has moved to Yangcheng, if he doesn't get Qiqi's hukou over, many things like medical insurance, kindergarten and so on will be very troublesome in the future. However, he is not married yet, how can he get a household registration?

"Do you have a way?" Yang Guo asked.

"I can't help it, but my dad can. He said that he had already greeted his friend at the Public Security Bureau, you should hurry up and do a paternity test for Qiqi, and then take the certificate and your household registration book and ID card, and I can help you do it. Song Zhiwen threw the apple core into the garbage basket, clapped his hands and smiled, "This will help you avoid the fine for having a child out of wedlock!" How, that's interesting, right? ”

"Paternity test?" Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it okay to have a medical certificate of birth?" "The paternity test sounds weird, and I quickly suspect that it is not my own daughter.

"Probably not, it's okay if you go for a paternity test! Anyway, you can also confirm whether Kiki is your own child. ”

Yang Guo glared at him and said, "What is not biological, it is my own daughter!" You don't see those eyes and nose, they look exactly like me! ”

Song Zhiwen raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing." It's your daughter. Anyway, my task is to bring you a message, you go and do this paternity test quickly, so that my father can register your daughter. ”

"Well, I know, you help me thank my godfather, and when the appraisal is done, I'll take Kiki over to show the old people." Yang Guo said.

"Okay, my task is complete, I should also go," Song Zhiwen stood up and walked to the door, "You don't have to send it, I'll just go out and take a taxi." ”

Yang Guo sent him to the door and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs before closing the door and going back. Packing up the gifts on the table, Yang Guo felt that he was really lucky, there were nobles to help him along the way, and many relatives and friends helped him. No, not only did the godfather and godmother buy so many good things, but the headache of Qiqi's registration seemed to have been solved by them so easily! Early in the morning, Yang Guo got up at five o'clock as usual, when the sky was just dawning, Qiqi was now lying in the protected crib and falling asleep, Yang Guo left her at home, and it didn't matter if she left for a while.

Today's weather is good, insects and birds are chirping in the small park, willows are green and flowers are red, and the air is fresh. Yang Guo jogged around the small park a few times, then found a quiet corner and practiced boxing.

Yang Guo's boxing moves are not like those Tai Chi on the market, which are divided into twenty-four or forty-two styles (please don't take it seriously). The cumbersomeness of these boxing moves is because many performative moves have been added to them, which are actually the evolution of Yang Guo's thirteen boxing moves.

Yang Guo's thirteen styles, each of which is unique and faintly related to the other twelve styles, all depend on the user's mind. Yang Guo naturally can't do this, whether it is internal strength or consciousness, he can't meet the minimum requirements for being able to change his moves arbitrarily.

Therefore, Yang Guo still honestly fought back and forth more than ten times from beginning to end. After the boxing move, Yang Guo began to practice slowly.

Tai Chi emphasizes the lightness of the body, the coherence and rhythm of the movements, and the natural law is also to pay attention to the strength of the punch, the slow hand to make the hand fast. But Yang Guo did the opposite, he wanted to practice boxing at a speed slower than the speed of a turtle!

This is actually also a requirement of the exercises. It's easy to be fast, but it's better to be fast. It's not like four or two thousand catties, those with little strength can use their strength to fight, and the exercises are not completely abandoning fast movements and relying on slow motion to deal with fast movements, but I hope that martial artists should be able to be fast and slow and free to retract and release freely.

Yang Guo is angry and dantian, his legs and feet are like old tree roots, firmly rooted on the ground, his hips are like riding a horse, his waist is loose downward, his back is straight, his right arm is weak, and his left palm is slowly poked out. Every movement is like a male lion on the grassland slowly approaching the prey, reining in momentum and moving slowly, for fear that if one movement is too big, it will touch the dead grass and scare away the prey.

Yang Guo practiced slowly while running his internal strength, just like meditating, the meridians and breath of the whole body flowed, although he felt more sluggish, but the results were remarkable. As soon as he hit it, fine beads of sweat oozed from Yang Guo's forehead, which was even more tiring than all the previous exercises combined!

The old people in several nearby communities also got up one after another, and the small park was where they gathered for morning exercises, some of them practiced boxing and sword dancing like Yang Guo, and some danced square dances with music on, so it was not lively.

However, Yang Guo's mind was immersed in his own moves and styles, and he was not disturbed. There were a few old men who glanced at Yang Guo's movements, but after watching it for a long time, they didn't see a reason, who told Yang Guo that a move could play for a few minutes. Soon they all lost patience and left.

After the thirteen-style boxing moves were slowly cultivated, Yang Guo's head was steaming, and the whole person was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water, but his spirit was even fuller.

After practicing, Yang Guo bought breakfast at the market and went home.

When he got home, before Qiqi woke up, Yang Guo washed and changed his clothes, held a dictionary and read it aloud. When others memorize words, they all memorize them with a targeted vocabulary book, and at most there are only a few thousand words, but Yang Guo directly took a tome like Oxford High-level and memorized it from A to the back, who called his memory so perverted!

In the sound of Yang Guolang's reading, Qiqi also opened her eyes, lying in the small bed, her little mouth slightly open, and her little hands waved and slapped together, was she applauding her father's diligence and studiousness?

After washing Qiqi's face and breastfeeding, Yang Guo continued to read until eleven o'clock at noon, and after a few hours, Yang Guo had already gnawed off a small stack of dictionaries, and it was estimated that in less than a month, he would be able to memorize more than 180,000 words in the entire dictionary!

After cooking some porridge and drinking, Yang Guo watched the news on the Internet leisurely, and the Internet was overwhelmingly full of the terrorist Osa Niu? Root? Guan Deng dragged out the sudden news from a small house, and Yang Guo sighed with a smile: "An Oba cow and an Osa cow are both Bengensheng, why are they in a hurry!" ”

The terrorist incident in 2001 happened in the United States, and it has nothing to do with Yang Guo, and now this incident has nothing to do with Yang Guo, Oba Niu killed Osa Niu, it can only be said that he solved an ex's rival, which made him raise his eyebrows, and the poll data looked a little better, but it didn't distinguish between Yang Guo and Qiqi, so Yang Guo didn't pay attention to it.

Before closing the browser, Yang Guo ran to the translation network with great interest and translated a relevant report from foreign media, which can be regarded as benefiting the people in China who are hungry and eager to understand what happened! Of course, due to the relatively high level of his translation, it was later reprinted by major portals on the Internet, but this has nothing to do with Yang Guo.

After Yang Guo clicked on it, he calculated the time, counted the revisions, and translated more than 1,000 words in an hour and a half, which is not bad, if he really becomes a gold medal translator, he earns 300 in two hours, and more than 1,000 a day, then he can almost reach the salary level of the previous salesman in a month! Yang Guo snickered.

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In the evening, when Yang Guo was reading a grammar book, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it was Song Zhiwen.

"Yo, rare, why are you here? Isn't it a weekend? Yang Guo smiled and handed him a pair of slippers.

Song Zhiwen stuffed the big bag of things in his hand into Yang Guo's hand, and said while changing his shoes: "My mother asked me to come over, do you think I want to, I don't sleep at home at night, and I came to you?" ”

Yang Guo put several bags on the coffee table, opened one of them, and saw that it was baby clothes. Look at the other bags, all of them are baby products, two cans of milk powder, a couple of clothes, a bunch of diapers and a baby carrier. These were all bought by Song Zhiwen's mother and Yang Guo's godmother, and Yang Guo now feels a little sour in his nose.

Song Zhiwen changed his shoes, patted Yang Guo's shoulder, and said, "What's the matter?" My mom treats you well, doesn't she? Why don't you thank me? As soon as she heard me say that you have a baby, she went shopping and bought so many good things for your daughter. I also said her, I didn't see her treat me so well, it's all brand-name goods, tsk! ”

Yang Guo's brewing emotions suddenly made Song Zhiwen shoot away, and he said angrily: "That's my godmother taking care of me, why thank you?" ”

Song Zhiwen didn't compete with him, he took an apple from the table with a smile, ran to the sink to wash it, and then gnawed on the sofa with his feet crossed.

"Lao Guo, how are you this week?"

Yang Guo said: "It's okay, but I quit my job." ”

"Resigned?" Song Zhiwen jumped off the sofa again all of a sudden, "Why did you quit?" Didn't you do a good job? ”

"Because I can't take care of Kiki when I go to work." Yang Guo was very calm, he told Song Zhiwen about Qiqi's hospitalization the night before.

"Alas," Song Zhiwen sighed, "I knew you would make your daughter toss a lot." Your salary last month reached 20,000 yuan! I envy it! As a result, you just quit. ”

Yang Guo in turn wanted to comfort him and said, "It's okay, there is not only one way to go in life." ”

"And what are you going to do in the future?"

"I checked it yesterday, in fact, it is quite profitable to be a translator, and I can do it at home, I plan to give it a try."

Song Zhiwen looked at him suspiciously: "Can you be a translator?" Song Zhiwen has the impression that Yang Guo's English level is half a pound and eight taels with him, and it is okay to watch rice dramas, but it is not good if you are really serious. But this was all before graduation, he didn't know that Yang Guo's current IQ was already at the level of evil, and Yang Guo's English level had thrown him a few streets a long time ago.

"Okay, mosquitoes, you underestimate me," Yang Guo said with a smile, opening the report translated at noon on the computer to show him, "Look at it, how is this article translated?" ”

Song Zhiwen glanced at it, shook his head and said: "I haven't read English for almost a year, I can't understand the original text, Chinese feels very good, and I feel like reading Chinese reports." After all, he also graduated from the English major, and he still has this appreciation. Song Zhiwen looked at Yang Guo suspiciously, and asked, "You turned this over?" ”

Seeing Yang Guo nodded, Song Zhiwen said with a smile: "Okay, I have become so powerful after a year in the foreign trade industry, and I have been raising fat in the unit this year." ”

Yang Guo didn't say that his improvement was not due to foreign trade work, he just smiled and didn't reveal the secret of his smarter.

Song Zhiwen sat back, took a bite of the apple, and then said to Yang Guo: "You know what my dad does, right? ”

"You know, the leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yang Guo looked at Song Zhiwen suspiciously, what did he mean by saying this?

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't considered your daughter's hukou problem, right?"

That's right, Yang Guo thought about it, he had to register Qiqi, otherwise he would become a black household! Yang Guo's current hukou has moved to Yangcheng, if he doesn't get Qiqi's hukou over, many things like medical insurance, kindergarten and so on will be very troublesome in the future. However, he is not married yet, how can he get a household registration?

"Do you have a way?" Yang Guo asked.

"I can't help it, but my dad can. He said that he had already greeted his friend at the Public Security Bureau, you should hurry up and do a paternity test for Qiqi, and then take the certificate and your household registration book and ID card, and I can help you do it. Song Zhiwen threw the apple core into the garbage basket, clapped his hands and smiled, "This will help you avoid the fine for having a child out of wedlock!" How, that's interesting, right? ”

"Paternity test?" Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it okay to have a medical certificate of birth?" "The paternity test sounds weird, and I quickly suspect that it is not my own daughter.

"Probably not, it's okay if you go for a paternity test! Anyway, you can also confirm whether Kiki is your own child. ”

Yang Guo glared at him and said, "What is not biological, it is my own daughter!" You don't see those eyes and nose, they look exactly like me! ”

Song Zhiwen raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing." It's your daughter. Anyway, my task is to bring you a message, you go and do this paternity test quickly, so that my father can register your daughter. ”

"Well, I know, you help me thank my godfather, and when the appraisal is done, I'll take Kiki over to show the old people." Yang Guo said.

"Okay, my task is complete, I should also go," Song Zhiwen stood up and walked to the door, "You don't have to send it, I'll just go out and take a taxi." ”

Yang Guo sent him to the door and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs before closing the door and going back. Packing up the gifts on the table, Yang Guo felt that he was really lucky, there were nobles to help him along the way, and many relatives and friends helped him. No, not only did the godfather and godmother buy so many good things, but the headache of Qiqi's registration seemed to have been solved by them so easily!