"I heard you're fighting there again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoI've heard you've won big again! ”

The little girl whose real name is Xiao Ningya and has no match on the screen is not only a text but also several pictures, including the animation of the whole martial arts, and the picture of a girl in a miniskirt cheering.

Yang Mucheng didn't know how to answer, and after thinking for a long time, he only replied with a wry smile.

"What? Still not happy to win? ”

The little girl without a match sent a series of question marks.

"If there is a choice, who will fight?"

Yang Mucheng replied seriously.

"Understood."

After a long time, Xiao Ningya replied with two words.

"Thank you."

Yang Mucheng is not good at communicating, especially not good at chatting with people on WeChat. After thinking about it for a long time, I only replied with these two words.

"In the future, you don't want to fight anymore. And I'm going to go to school too. Let's work together. All right? ”

After a while, Xiao Ningya's reply was sent.

"Good. Working together. ”

Of course, Yang Mucheng knew what Xiao Ningya meant by going to school well. He himself is not an immortal, and he does not have the power of a compassionate bodhisattva. However, he felt that he could understand Xiao Ningya. He can give her affirmation and encouragement to change herself.

No girl wants to call herself a ****, and no woman wants to be willing to fall. Although he knew that she was a woman with a complicated private life, Yang Mucheng could feel that she actually had a strange love and hope for life.

A little girl without matches is even more pitiful than a little girl who sells matches. But the little girl who sells small matches finally dies in the snowy night because she guards the matches and dreams of nothingness, while the little girl who has no matches will make her own hopes, not stay where she is, and try to find a way to live.

Maybe the road is full of mud, maybe there are too many controversies on the road. However, it is better than writing alone on a snowy night to be ridiculed or sympathized with by people after dawn.

As long as you live, at least there is hope. As long as you live, you will always have a chance to get back on your feet. Even if there is too much criticism behind him.

"Do you think I'll really be able to get back on my feet?"

Xiao Ningya's message came weakly, and Yang Mucheng could even feel the helplessness and panic in her heart.

After thinking for a while, Yang Mucheng typed quickly and sent a long paragraph.

"When I was a kid watching Star Wars, little Skywalker won the flying contest and his mom told him to keep going and never come back. I wondered why his mother was so ruthless and gave away little Skywalker to someone else at once. Doesn't she want him? Even if it's for the growth of little Skywalker, this is too cruel, right? Later, when my dearest relatives also left me, and I had to face the world alone, I really understood. It's not that Little Skywalker's mother is cruel, it's that this world is so cruel in the first place. We can't choose where we come from, and we can't change what has happened in the past. What we can do is to seize the present and embrace the future. Just like little Skywalker's mother said, keep going and never come back. To put it bluntly, it's still a sentence. Let the past pass. What should come will come. As for now, just be happy! ”

On the top bunk of a dormitory in the girls' dormitory building, a girl was hiding under the quilt to read this message, reading it back and forth several times, first smiling, then shedding tears, wetting the pillow towel and wetting the quilt.

"Yang Mucheng, you are a good person."

After a long time, Yang Mucheng received Xiao Ningya's reply.

"Have you ever seen a good guy fight when he's fine? The word "good person" is too heavy for me to bear. ”

Yang Mucheng teased, thought for a while, and then replied: "It's not early." Go to bed early. In my eyes, you will always be a good boy. ”

The reply was simple, but the words were direct. In the girls' dormitory, Xiao Ningya, who had just stopped her tears, burst into tears again.

Unable to get Xiao Ningya's reply, Yang Mucheng continued to comfort: "I know you have suffered a lot of grievances, but those are in the past. You imagine those unhappy pasts as rotten leaves, which are slowly washed away by the rain of time and eventually turn into silt. And you will become the most beautiful lotus flower that grows out of the silt. ”

"Really?"

Xiao Ningya looked at the message sent by Yang Mucheng, and her originally troubled thoughts suddenly felt calm. In front of her eyes, it seemed that she really saw a glimmer of light. It's just that there is too much darkness, and she still doesn't dare to be sure.

"Life can always start from scratch as long as you want to."

Yang Mucheng replied firmly.

"Really?"

Xiao Ningya hesitated again.

"Absolutely!"

Yang Mucheng's reply became more and more firm.

"Thank you. I'll try. And, I'll do it too! ”

Xiao Ningya sent a confident reply.

"I believe in you. Come on! ”

Yang Mucheng also sent an emoji of a fist.

Xiao Ningya sighed and did not continue to reply. Sticking her head out of the quilt, her hair on both sides of her crying was soaked, as if it had been washed. Looking out the window at the faint light, she suddenly felt unprecedented happiness, as if a cry just now was a new baptism in her life.

Yang Mucheng didn't wait for a reply, thinking that Xiao Ningya had fallen asleep, so he put his mobile phone at the head of the bed, began to gather his mind, and started to do horizontal luck kung fu.

Because it was too late now, Yang Mucheng did the work he had to do in the morning. When the time comes, you can get up a little later and then do morning exercises, the effect is the same as doing it in the morning and evening.

As soon as he slept until dawn, Yang Mucheng got out of bed and found that Ma Chaoyang actually got up before him. When he arrived at the playground, thirteen people were running in an orderly manner.

"Wood, are you really going to let them run like this? This master is too cheap. ”

Li Baifei also ran over at this time, moving his muscles and bones to ask him.

"It's been a few days, and it's time for them to stand on a stake."

Yang Mucheng was actually secretly observing the thirteen of them these days, although everyone was tired and out of breath, no one complained, and none of them were lazy. Regardless of qualifications, he is sincere. Moreover, Ma Chaoyang had something to do yesterday, and the other twelve people shared the same hatred, which was also quite affectionate.

Now that the preliminary assessment has passed, Yang Mucheng wants to teach them something.

"Shall I follow along?"

Li Baifei's eyes lit up.

"No problem."

Yang Mucheng readily agreed.

"Everyone, everyone, come here, Master is going to pass on the craft!"

Li Baifei beckoned to Ma Chaoyang, who was already sweating profusely, and his party was already running.

Ma Chaoyang and the others originally thought that Yang Mucheng didn't know when to test them, but now as soon as they heard Li Baifei greeting, a group of people hula suddenly surrounded them.

"Master, what did you teach us today?"

Thirteen people had joy on their faces.

"It's very simple, I'll teach you to stand on a pile today."

Yang Mucheng was not wordy, his feet were pierced, his back was straightened, his hands made the appearance of hugging the tree, and said: "My pile is called the dragon and tiger pile." The ground is firmly planted under his feet, as if riding a restless tiger. The back is a dragon, and it always wants to break free and go. You have to be steady and steady under your feet, and your back is not moving, and if you can hold on for an hour, you can be regarded as subduing the big dragon and subduing the tiger, and you will achieve something small. ”

"It shouldn't be difficult to stand on a pile, right?"

Tang Wengang and Ma Chaoyang had never practiced martial arts, and they were a little puzzled when they heard Yang Mucheng say this.

Because of the insistence on exercising every morning in the past few days, their physique has improved significantly compared to before, and they feel that their legs and feet are strong, so they look down on the standing pile. And Zhao Neng and the four of them who had practiced martial arts looked at Yang Mucheng's horse steps, but they all frowned, secretly thinking about the mystery inside.

"What's the use of just talking and not practicing? Try it yourself! ”

Yang Mucheng also ignored their doubts, and motioned for the thirteen people to start walking.

"Ouch! Ouch! ”

In less than two minutes, Ma Chaoyang, Tang Wengang and a few other people who had not practiced martial arts had already screamed, and Ma Chaoyang even sat on the ground. Tie this horse step, not only to practice strength, but also to stretch the muscles and veins in the body, qi and blood running, seemingly simple, but the most exhausting and laborious. People who haven't practiced can't stand for more than two minutes at all.

Five minutes later, even Zhao Neng and the four of them who had practiced martial arts began to tremble in their legs, and their originally upright backs began to slacken, where did they have the meaning of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

"In the future, in addition to insisting on running, I have to stand on this pile every day, morning and evening! Hold on for as long as you can! ”

Yang Mucheng waved his hand and ordered.

Chirping! ――

A sharp brake sound came, but it was a red BMW that stopped more than two meters away from Yang Mucheng and his group. Then, Song Xiaoyu got out of the car wearing a pair of red sunglasses.

Although he walked over, Song Xiaoyu didn't look at Yang Mucheng, but walked up to Ma Chaoyang and said, "Ma Chaoyang, where is your master?" ”

Ma Chaoyang looked at Song Xiaoyu with a bit of sharp and vigorous spirit in front of him with some puzzlement, and thought to himself, isn't Master by your side? Just now, the distance between the two of you passing by was no more than 50 centimeters, and you asked me in front of him where he was with eye problems? Or amnesia?

However, thinking about it in his heart, Ma Chaoyang definitely didn't dare to question it, and pointed to Yang Mucheng, who was beside Song Xiaoyu, and said, "Master, isn't this here?" ”

Listening to Ma Chaoyang's answer, Song Xiaoyu frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Although Ma Chaoyang couldn't see Song Xiaoyu's eyes behind sunglasses, he could also feel that the emotion was wrong from her face. After hesitating for a moment, Ma Chaoyang said tentatively: "Master, you won't be angry because Master went out drinking with us last night, right?" ”

"Hate, who is your teacher. Don't scream! ”

Song Xiaoyu scolded Ma Chaoyang angrily. However, anyone can feel that although she is saying that she is disgusting, her face is cloudy and sunny in an instant, and she smiles like a flower.

Yang Mucheng heard Ma Chaoyang's unobstructed words, and instinctively had another black line. This Song Xiaoyu made it clear that he deliberately dug a pit for Ma Chaoyang, but in the end he buried Yang Mucheng in it!

"What are you doing? Get in! ”

But just when Yang Mucheng didn't know how to face Li Baifei and the thirteen apprentices in front of him, Song Xiaoyu had already jumped on the BMW and scolded him.

Although it is a reprimand, it is not like a reproach between classmates or colleagues, but like an old husband and wife who have lived together for decades are deliberately making amusement.

Yang Mucheng promised Song Xiaoyu to go to work in Mingyue Porcelain Palace yesterday, and when he heard her scolding, he couldn't refuse if he wanted to. sighed, turned around and glared at Ma Chaoyang, and got into the BMW.

Tick Tick!

Song Xiaoyu looked at the stunned Li Baifei, and Ma Chaoyang's fourteen people honked their horns proudly and roared away.