The rice is fragrant, as is the pickles. Han Qingyu had a simple breakfast, and pushed the only old bicycle in the family out under the eager eyes of his parents.

Han Youshan and Zhang Jiexia chased out to deliver umbrellas, stuffed some change in their son's pocket, and told him to explain at the gate of the courtyard, saying that even if Wen Jifei is your friend and brother, he will help someone to do things this time, and we can't leave behind the last amount of etiquette and money that should be spent...... You'll have to ask, and when you've got it, you'll go home and talk about it.

Han Qingyu knew very well in his heart that there was no such thing this time, the actual situation was that he didn't want to be a soldier, but he couldn't say anything clearly, so he had to deal with it first.

He got into the car with one leg and just went down to the small slope at the entrance of the village.

At the door of the house, the parents have already begun to discuss where to borrow money. In these years, rural families have few ways to see money, and in the past few years, Han Qingyu's tuition and miscellaneous fees have always been borrowed.

Han Youshan is a rural man who doesn't have much reason but is hard-bone, he doesn't bow his head and doesn't ask for help, but even if he bows his head and begs for help, he is willing to grit his teeth and do it for the sake of his family and children.

"It's uncertain, I can't say it clearly, I'm afraid this money is not easy to borrow. Zhang Jiexia muttered.

"Yes, I can't believe it if I say it, I know that there is no quota, and it is difficult to be a soldier. Han Youshan nodded.

That being said, he still went out on his hind feet.

............

It didn't rain on the road.

The back seat of the old bicycle was broken and dismantled last year, and it couldn't carry people or jam the big black umbrella. Again, the mountain road is bumpy, and it is not easy to hold the umbrella in your hand.

Han Qingyu carried the umbrella on his back, and the strap of the umbrella buckle passed through the first buttonhole on the collar of the shirt, and then turned it back and buttoned the umbrella surface solidly, which was very stable.

He just carried a big black umbrella on his back and galloped on the path out of the village, looking very imposing, like carrying a machete on his back to block the road and rob the road, or simply go to rob the Dharma field.

Who are you trying to save when you rob the Dharma Field? Han Qingyu couldn't figure out how he could think about it like this, and the person he got in the end was naturally himself.

So why do you have to put the knife in an umbrella? Maybe it's afraid of rust. It may also be disguised, covered up, and going to assassinate the King of Qin.

And then the wind was bleak......

Thinking of these inexplicable things all the way, the mood seemed to change and became a little more magnificent, Han Qingyu rode down the road, and accelerated his strength on the gravel pavement of the provincial road.

The wind wrapped in heavy moisture whistled in his ears.

It takes about three and a half hours to ride a bicycle from Fenglongao to the county at the earliest, which is measured by Han Qingyu's riding in school over the years. The steep and gentle slopes on this road stretch countless roads, and they are generally not strong young students, and they have to rest two or three times along the way.

After walking roughly halfway, Han Qingyu habitually stopped at the big turn of Lingkou, at the door of the old store where the big car stopped to eat and release water.

Looking at the counter, I didn't feel thirsty, but in the disappointed and lost eyes of the proprietress, I pedaled and continued to walk forward.

After riding out for less than a hundred meters, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong, and quickly braked to stop...... I'm just reading it wrong?

Han Qingyu shook his head, and finally turned around and turned back.

The proprietress of the small shop sat at the counter with a happy look in her eyes and watched him return to the front of the shop.

But Han Qingyu didn't look at her, what he looked at carefully was the clock hanging behind the proprietress.

"Lady ...... Boss"

"Eh, do you want water?" If you don't buy the things on the side, the water and herbal tea will also have to be sold for money, although they are not expensive.

Han Qingyu said: "You clock, right?"

The proprietress turned her head to look, "That's right." Then he looked down at his watch again, checked the time, and said firmly, "That's right." ”

Worried that he was dazzled by the mistake, Han Qingyu simply squinted his eyes and asked directly, "What time is it?"

The proprietress looked at her watch and said, "Seven, there is a seven-forty." ”

“...... Oh. ”

Han Qingyu responded woodenly, completely ignoring the loss and grievances of the proprietress, and rode away again.

This time, though, he rode a little slower and got distracted.

"It was half past six when I came out of the house, yes, I watched the wall clock, and when I went out of the village, the village radio just started to play......

"So I'm here today, and I've only been riding for an hour and ten minutes, at least half an hour faster than usual?

"Even if I think about things today and unconsciously ride very fast, even if it is very fast, it doesn't make sense to be so fast?! And I don't feel tired now. ”

Going forward, I found a few more places to check the time, and the result was still the same.

Things are really a little weird, Han Qingyu thought about it, felt his body carefully, and finally simply found a secluded section of the road to park the car on the side of the road, and climbed into the forest on the side of the road and found a small open space.

Run, jump, punch.

Run, jump, punch.

......

Ten minutes later, Han Qingyu stopped, and stood there with a blank expression, he was now very sure that his body function was better than before. It's not very good, but the level of improvement is still obvious enough to be detected by comparison.

And compared with the explosive tests of speed, strength, and bounce, his endurance improvement is likely to be even greater.

"I ......" If he hadn't seen so many incredible things last night, Han Qingyu would probably only be at a loss at this time, but he has seen it...... So, he can now try to reason for himself.

"It seems that the only explanation now is the missing source energy block...... Otherwise, it doesn't make sense, and I didn't carry their metal box. He remembered that Lao Jian's men were running in the mountains and forests, faster than the speed of the Olympic champions, and remembered how much they attached importance to the source energy block, "I...... Absorbed it?"

In the next second, vigilance suddenly rose, "This, if they knew, they would definitely kill me, right?!"

In Han Qingyu's eyes, Lao Jian's group is not a positive image, they almost killed him yesterday to keep secrets.

While recalling the scene at that time, Han Qingyu kept telling himself in his heart that this matter had to be buried, and he must not say it.

Then, he quickly became alert to a detail problem: at that time, those people under Lao Jian were rummaging in the earth pit with their bare hands to find the source energy block, bare hands!

"So, what's the matter with me?!if the reasoning is correct...... Why can I just absorb it in such a short amount of time?!"

This point is beyond the scope of Han Qingyu's reasoning, and he can't figure it out, and at the same time, he must not ask.

Han Qingyu thought that in the end it was still fruitless, so he simply stopped dwelling on it, and only warned himself in his heart, warning himself to keep this secret absolutely until there was a clear and reasonable explanation for the matter.

Then, he unbuttoned it again, looked down and carefully looked at the inexplicable "bruise" in his heart.

After only a few hours of work, Han Qingyu found that it had faded a lot, just like a piece of food being swallowed, and then constantly absorbed and digested, and now it looks like a shallow birthmark.

It seems to be fading faster than normal cognition, and maybe, soon.

"I, have digested the source energy block?" worried, worried, dazed...... Calm... Agitated.

Han Qingyu stood in the forest with his head bowed and muffled, but his heart was turbulent, and he unconsciously clenched his fists silently, as if he was holding something that he had lost again, something crucial.

It felt like he had walked into a dark passage leading to death, dark and cold, directionless, and unable to retreat, but at this moment he suddenly looked up and found that there was light ahead.

He saw something, and that thing was called hope, the hope of life. That's also the corner of fate...... Now it's all over again, touched by the fingertips.

"This thing can make my body stronger, and if I can become stronger, I will have a better chance of living, and even one day I will no longer be controlled by others...... And they have it. ”