"Do you put it here?"

"Yes, just put it here. Thank you for your hard work, Brother Dachun. ”

"What's polite, it's just a gesture. By the way, what are you? I've never seen furniture like this. ”

"It's just something to train your strength, and you can hang things by the way. I thought it was quite cheap, so I bought it back. ”

"I see, it's quite convenient to hang things with these sticks. Okay, I'm leaving, Izumiko and they're still waiting for me outside. ”

"Okay, thank you, Brother Dachun."

"Don't be so polite, let's go."

"Okay, goodbye."

As soon as he got off work today, Chi Fei asked Zhang Dachun to go to the furniture store with him to bring back the freshly made wooden stakes.

After Zhang Dachun left, Chi Fei used very skillful and powerful movements to fight on the wooden stake.

In the room, the crisp sound of "pop", "pop" and "pop" constantly sounded.

After finishing a set, Chi Fei was quite satisfied with the quality of this wooden stake.

It is a time-honored brand specializing in wooden furniture, with solid materials and accurate dimensions. Although the subtleties are still a little different from the standard wooden stake, it is enough for him to use, and the two halves of silver are worth it.

While there was still time, Chi Fei practiced again.

This dozen lasted for half an hour, and he didn't stop until Deng Quan called him outside to eat.

When Chi Fei was eating, he found that both of his arms were swollen, swollen and painful, and he could barely hold the chopsticks.

Afraid of attracting Deng Quan's attention, he could only endure the pain and quickly put the rice into his mouth with chopsticks, and hastily ended the dinner.

Because he was too focused on practicing the wooden stake just now, he forgot that this body had not practiced martial arts, and he would definitely not be able to stand it after practicing for so long at once.

I think that when he first started practicing Wing Chun, he had to rub the bruises and drink to disperse the bruises when he returned after practicing every day, otherwise his arm would definitely swell the next day.

Only when the muscles of the arm gradually adapt to the blow can it be considered a start.

If you want to practice Wing Chun, it is not possible to be lazy, and hitting wooden stakes every day is the most basic practice. The first is to train the body's reactions, and the second is to avoid the muscles that will relax if they haven't practiced for too long.

Because Wing Chun itself is a boxing technique that requires physical and mental combat, the arms and calves are the most likely parts to collide with the opponent, and if they are not strong enough, they can easily be injured or even fractured.

No matter how well you learn the routines and how many moves you have, how can you beat others if you are soft?

Not only Wing Chun, but also other martial arts, physical fitness is the foundation. This is the reason why the fist is afraid of being less strong.

Since he had the wooden stake, Chi Fei had one more thing to do.

Every morning around five o'clock, he woke up.

After washing up, he practiced the wooden stake in his room.

After practicing until about six o'clock, I went out with Deng Quan and them to buy breakfast. Breakfast is generally based on gruel and steamed buns, which are basically enough for two or three cents.

The rice shop opened at seven o'clock, and those of them had to make all kinds of preparations before opening the store.

At noon, the old widow who was in charge of cooking would pack the prepared meals in baskets and deliver them to the store, and then all the guys would take turns eating one by one.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the rice shop closes, and the guys start to work. As a tent room, Chi Fei has to stay to sort out the accounts, and he usually can't leave until half past five.

After returning to the Liuheyuan, dinner began at about six o'clock.

After eating and resting for a while, Chi Fei went to Deng Quan's room to teach him to make accounts.

At about eight o'clock, he went back to his room to write.

Generally, I write until 11 o'clock in the evening, and then go to bed after fetching water and wiping my body.

That's how he's been going all this time.

When he started writing, he couldn't help but be glad that his grandfather taught him traditional characters instead of simplified characters when he taught him to write calligraphy, otherwise he might not even be able to write.

Speaking of which, my grandfather let him write with a brush from elementary school, also to sharpen his temperament.

For the same reason as learning Wing Chun, he was not an ordinary stubborn when he was a child, he fought everywhere and made trouble, and he was used to being notified by his teacher that his parents came to school.

Now that I think about it, I may have wanted to get my parents' attention through this way of self-abandonment.

His parents' marriage is arguably a classic example of a failed marriage in modern times.

The two met in college, and the others broke up after graduation. They were good, and they directly killed people.

At this time, there are only two options: either get married quickly, or have an abortion and break up.

Maybe at that time, his father thought that his mother was still very fresh, and his mother also thought that his father was still very fresh, and the relationship between the two parties was strong and they were reluctant to break up, and finally decided to get married.

However, the two parties are only fresh graduates who have just graduated, and they have no economic foundation at all, and they get married on impulse.

Slowly, the romance of love was gradually replaced by many trivial things such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt in daily life, plus his father was just a fresh graduate with no experience, and the job he finally found was not only hard, but also low-paying.

In addition, in order to prepare for the birth of the child, various gynecological examinations, purchase of baby items and other expenses continue to increase, making life more and more stressful, and the two inevitably have quarrels, and the number of quarrels is increasing.

The specific situation is not clear to Chi Fei, because by the time he became sensible, his parents had already divorced, and he had organized another family.

His mother had already gone abroad and married a foreigner.

He was awarded to his father by the court, but his father also had a new wife at this time, and the other party had a baby in his belly who was almost 7 months old, so he became a superfluous child.

It is estimated that his stepmother didn't want to see him either, so it didn't take long for him to be sent to the countryside by his father to live with his grandmother.

His grandmother has four sons, three of whom are farming in the countryside, and most of them are grandchildren, so they don't have time to take care of him.

So Chi Fei became a left-behind child, and he didn't know what to do except fight and fish every day.

He can go to study and attend classes or something, and if he doesn't want to go, he won't go, and no one cares about him anyway.

It wasn't until one day that he pushed his cousin, who scolded him as a little bastard, down the hill and broke the other party's leg, that he realized that this time he was in a big accident and ran away from home.

After running out, he didn't know where to go, and kept walking to the place where he used to live with fragmentary memories.

He didn't know why he was going there, maybe he just wanted to find a random place to escape.

He walked for two days and two nights, and when he reached the point where his feet were blistered, he finally realized that he was lost, and he didn't know where he was.

That was until a policeman spotted him and took him to the police station.

When the police asked him about his family, he didn't name his dad because he didn't want to see the man who scolded him every day.

So he casually reported his fucking name, anyway, his fuck went abroad, where can he find someone.

Unexpectedly, the next day his mother didn't come, and an old man who claimed to be his grandfather came.

It was the first time he saw his grandfather, and his mother had never taken him back to his hometown before, so he always thought that his grandfather was dead.

Suddenly seeing his grandfather alive, Chi Fei was very surprised.

Grandpa looked him up and down for a while, and then took him home without saying a word after completing the formalities.

My grandfather's house, like his own, was very old. But it was clean, and the room was full of books, some of which were rare old thread-bound books.

Chi Fei didn't know how to get along with his grandfather, he could only do whatever he said, and the two sides were complete strangers.

When he was lying on the bed after taking a bath, Chi Fei couldn't sleep.

He didn't know what his grandfather would do with him, whether to send him back to the countryside or hand him over to his father. He didn't want either one.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear his grandfather talking outside.

He couldn't help but get out of bed and open the door to take a peek.

Sure enough, I saw my grandfather sitting in the hall talking on the landline, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Chi Fei was stunned.

"He Zhengxin, fuck your mother, do you have a child like this? You think you're getting a dog.

Don't scream, my brainless daughter has divorced you, I'm not your father-in-law, I'm just a mess old man.

Now that you have a new wife, you don't like the children born to your old wife, right? Don't forget, that's your seed too.

You're still fucking worthy of being a human father? Not even a dog.

You don't want to raise this kid, do you? Okay, you don't support me.

In the future, this kid will have my surname, and you will come over for me tomorrow to go through the steps.

Don't talk nonsense with me, if you don't come back tomorrow to go through the formalities, I'll go to your unit to make trouble. Anyway, I'm retired, so I'm spending a lot of time with you, do you hear me clearly?. ”

After saying that, my grandfather hung up the phone angrily.

Chi Fei closed the door gently, then slipped into the quilt and covered his mouth tightly, his body still trembling.

Large tears burst out of his eyes.