The early hours of the summer morning are actually the most refreshing time of the day, the accumulated heat of the previous day has been dissipated, the scorching sun of the new day has not yet come out, accompanied by the occasional slight cool breeze, it is the time to make people sleep more soundly.

I don't want to get up.

Helplessly, the alarm clock at the head of the bed kept shouting "Lala, lala, black cat sheriff lala, lala, black cat sheriff" asked me to grab the alarm clock, and the next moment I wanted to throw it on the wall, so that the world was completely quiet.

But the blurred eyes saw the face that was 'staring like a copper bell', and reluctantly put it down.

The black cat sheriff is one of the best memories of my childhood, I am still reluctant to smash it, I know that I am lying in bed, so I deliberately bought my favorite black cat sheriff image alarm clock, reluctant to smash, naturally will get up.

I admired my cleverness, and besides, the way I woke up was still in a daze than in the morning, and I was kicked hard in the ass, and before the anger could rise, another person was next to you, and put a big drum on it, and then beat the cymbals twice, and then beat the cymbals with a 'bang' to be much more 'gentle and comfortable'.

However, I actually have some nostalgia.

Shaking my head that was not yet awake, I struggled to get up from the bed and didn't have time to wash my face, so I walked to the kitchen in a daze, there was a special aroma of food in the kitchen, the reason why it was special was because the aroma of the food was mixed with a strong smell of herbs.

And the source of the aroma is the casserole that is being placed on the stove with a very small fire, I open the lid of the casserole, after a night of boiling, the medicinal effect has come out 7 minutes, after morning exercise, this pot of my unique recipe passed down from the master can be drunk.

I was satisfied, slightly cleared some of the foam from the noodle soup, and went to the toilet to wash up.

At this time, it was half past five in the morning, and there was no different time to wake up than before, and I wondered if such a constant life would last until I died of old age.

After 25 minutes of running, 15 minutes of body grooming, 40 minutes of tai chi, and half an hour of fierce bajiquan after the finale, my morning exercise was over, and the time was exactly 7:20.

"The plan of the day lies in the morning, Taoism pays attention to health, and this morning maintenance is particularly important."

"Since morning care is important, why do I have to punch so hard when I get up early in the morning? Master, didn't you say that a truly strong martial art hurts the body? ”

"You know a fart, the rich don't learn literature, and the poor don't practice martial arts. The fist technique of the strong road can make all parts of the body 'hungry' to the greatest extent, and if at this time, the body will absorb it better. Just the right amount of practice time will make you better and more powerful than the average Taoist priest who only plays health boxing! This kind of warm supplement is the most expensive, if you are poor, don't talk about cultivation, don't learn martial arts. ”

"Well, what Master said makes a lot of sense."

"Senior brother, can you actually believe Master's nonsense? Forget it, you don't have the wisdom of a vicissitudes of life like your brother, so it's okay to be naïve. Do you know the truth? Yesterday, the master watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and he said, from tomorrow onwards, I will let you practice fierce attack martial arts, if you are trained to become Yang Guo, see if you can get a little dragon girl? That's what he's trying to do! ”

I don't know if it's when I'm tired, people like to remember, I didn't have time to wipe the sweat on my face, the chaotic memories poured into my mind, I walked in the direction of home, while thinking about these, I unconsciously put a smile on my face.

Regardless of whether the purpose of the last thing is to open the master's eyes to a little dragon girl, this habit of playing a fierce fist for half an hour in the morning exercise has been deeply imprinted in my soul.

All in all, I've been down the mountain for 5 years, and this habit has never stopped.

When I got home, the heat of the medicinal soup was just right, turn off the heat, take the soup out and take a bath, the temperature was just right, and I could have a good breakfast.

Don't eat on an empty stomach before morning exercise, the few slices of bread I ate before have long been consumed with strenuous exercise, just like every morning after morning exercise, this time I was as hungry as I could swallow a cow.

Morning exercise at 5:30, end morning exercise at 7:20, breakfast at 8:00, meditate at 8:30, go out at 9:30, and open the store at 10:00 My day is like being accurately portrayed.

However, what I didn't know at that time was that life was wonderful, and this wonder was that when you complained that it didn't make waves, and nothing happened, maybe your unexpected ups and downs would sweep through your life, and when you looked back, you found that that kind of calm was also a kind of happiness.

So, when I finished eating the last bun and drank the last sip of medicinal soup, my phone started to 'noisy', and I frowned slightly, as if I expected that from this moment on, my life would change completely.

"Who?" I like to be quiet, and I don't like to hear the ringing of my phone in a quiet room in the morning, so I pick it up quickly.

"Ye Zhengling, you say, are you an old problem, you don't remember my phone number, so you don't even know who I am? Do you have a conscience? You" A familiar voice came from the phone, it was my other good buddy - Zhang Yang.

His person, like his name, is very flamboyant, and he is verbose because of his flamboyance.

I know that if I don't interrupt him at this moment, he has the ability to keep talking about this matter, he knows that I have a problem, I don't remember the phone number, the more familiar I will not remember, but some unfamiliar, but there is something to contact someone, I will lazily write down a name on the phone.

My theory is that familiar people will naturally contact each other often, and it doesn't matter if you remember your name or not, it's good to have call records to flip through it, but it's actually that I'm lazy.

"Getting to the point." Because I was familiar with Zhang Yang's problem, I interrupted him directly.

"You come here, I'm going crazy if you don't come again, Zhou Zheng has an accident." Reminded by me, Zhang Yang reacted suddenly, and just now he was full of complaints, and suddenly became panicked and helpless.

Something happened to Lao Zhou? In addition to admiring Zhang Yang's ability to be verbose with me in this situation, I couldn't help but beat my heart violently! How could something happen to Lao Zhou? Yesterday he came to my shop, and I double-checked that he wasn't entangled in anything unclean.

I really wanted to ask Lao Zhou about the situation on the phone, but I felt that Zhang Yang was so verbose that it would definitely take up a lot of time, and he might not be clear, so I said on the phone that I would come over immediately, hung up the phone, and simply cleaned up and went out.

At this moment, I didn't remember that the time for meditation had come, and that what I thought was the same life had begun to change.

Zhang Yang lives not far from me, and it is only a ten-minute drive by car, because I am worried about Lao Zhou, my driving speed will naturally increase, so in less than 8 minutes, I have already stood at the door of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang opened the door, let me into the house, and kept muttering behind me: "What did you say happened this week?" I have to live in my house, and I have to live for three days, live for three days, and this first day is not normal so that I didn't dare to bring my sister back yesterday, and if I can't bring my sister back yesterday, forget it, tomorrow, later, I can't take my sister."

"Where is Lao Zhou?" I have to admit that Zhang Yang's verbosity has an unusually lethal power, as soon as I entered the house, I was dizzy by his verbosity, obviously very familiar with his house, two bedrooms, I couldn't even reflect which room Lao Zhou was in for a while.

"Guest room." Speaking of Lao Zhou, Zhang Yang's expression became a little heavy, and he couldn't care about being long-winded.

"That's fine, if you can, don't talk for the next ten minutes." My face became a little ugly, Zhang Yang was verbose before, and I didn't have time to feel anything carefully, but after a moment of silence just now, I suddenly felt that something was wrong in this room.

Ordinary people may not be able to notice this kind of abnormality for a while, unless things have reached a certain point of bad age, they may not notice this - unusual coldness.

Seeing that my face changed, Zhang Yang closed his mouth decisively, and my buddies who knew me well knew that I was lazy, and I would not make any requests to my friends under normal circumstances, even if I didn't like it, I was uncomfortable, but once I opened my mouth, it was very serious, and I would ask my friends to do the same.

Zhang Yang shut up, and the room naturally quieted down I stood in the center of the living room with an ugly face, carefully feeling the source of the cold aura, walking step by step to find its source, and soon came to the door of a room.

Isn't this the guest room where Lao Zhou lives?

I grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open, but before I could react, a figure lunged at me.

"Cat, cat, don't come here!" It was Lao Zhou, I grabbed Lao Zhou's fist at me at once, looked at his face, and found that his eyes were already in a trance, struggling and even wanting to attack me.

And my brow is furrowed, cat? Stay back?