In the hall, a middle-aged man with a serious expression sat on the sofa, drinking tea with a calm attitude, and saw Zhang Bing'er's eyes slightly excited, but he was silent on the surface.

"Are you back?" asked Zhang Feishan, Zhang Bing'er's father.

"Well, I'm back!" Zhang Bing'er nodded and said, and after saying this, both of them were silent.

Zhang Bing'er's mother, who saw this scene outside, sighed, the father and daughter were simply printed out of a mold, and their tempers were as stubborn.

If it was before, Zhang Bing'er would definitely not say anything, picked up her luggage and went back to her room directly.

But she has been outside for a long time, experienced a lot of things, matured a lot, and gradually understood that her father did not care about herself.

After all, when I was on the phone with my mother, I could hear my mother say that my father would remind her to call her every time.

In fact, what Zhang Bing'er didn't know was that his father sent someone to pay attention to his daughter's situation at all times, and when he heard that Zhang Bing'er looked very tired recently, and asked for leave to go home to rest, he couldn't help but be very worried.

He knew that Zhang Bing'er was a very strong person, and he would not ask for leave if he encountered any difficulties, so he deliberately asked Zhang's mother to tell her daughter that she was going to celebrate her birthday and let her come back.

The father looked at Zhang Bing'er's tired appearance and was very distressed, but he couldn't pull his face to say those meaty words.

"Dad, I wish you a happy birthday!" Zhang Bing'er said with a smile, and when she saw her father's white hair on his temples, she felt a lot of emotion in her heart.

"Ahem, I know, let's go and rest!" Father Zhang suddenly became excited, and said with an embarrassed cough.

"Then I'll go to the room to pack up and rest!" Zhang Bing'er said with a smile.

"Well, let's go!" Father Zhang nodded, and continued to sip tea, not looking at his daughter at all.

Accustomed to her father's way of doing things, Zhang Bing'er didn't care, smiled and greeted her mother who was walking over, and the two walked to the room, and the servants followed behind to help with the luggage.

"Don't look at your father's old-fashioned appearance, you've asked a few times before you came back. Mother Zhang said with a smile.

"I know. Zhang Bing'er said with a slight smile.

"Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight, you're tired outside, Bing'er might as well come back to accompany your mother!" Zhang's mother said distressed as she looked at her emaciated daughter.

"I've been at home these days, don't worry, I'm going to take a shower. Zhang Bing'er said coquettishly.

"You kid, alas!" Zhang's mother knew her daughter's character, sighed secretly, and did not persuade again.

After Zhang Bing'er took a comfortable bath, she changed into pajamas, dried her hair with a blow dryer, and then looked around her familiar bedroom.

Her favorite pink, with her previously collected knick-knacks on the dresser, and finally her eyes on the doll on the bedside.

The doll's name is Sally, and when I was a child, I liked to sleep with the doll in my arms and tell her stories. Thinking of the funny story when she was a child, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, picked up the doll, and fiddled with the braid on the doll's head.

"Sally, what would you do if it were you? Maybe my attitude that day was really not very good, should I apologize to him?" Zhang Bing'er muttered with her eyes lost. But the doll would answer her, and would only look at her with a smile.

"Knock knock!" there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

At this time, her mother walked in and couldn't help but smile when she saw Zhang Bing'er holding the doll.

She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down and said, "What's the matter, my daughter has grown up and looks like she is preoccupied!"

"Yes, it's just that the work is a little tiring. Zhang Bing'er lowered her head and said.

"You, you still say that you don't have something on your mind, and you like to keep your head down every time you lie. Mother Zhang said angrily, looking at Zhang Bing'er's eyes full of doting.

"That's there!" Zhang Bing'er said, shaking Zhang's mother's arm.

"I also said no, my daughter is old, I don't know if I have a boyfriend outside, I can bring it back when I have time, let us have a look. Zhang's mother said dotingly.

"Ah, what the hell are you talking about, there is no such thing at all. ”

"Yes, I think Zheng Hao is good, why don't we have a kiss?" said Zhang's mother teasing Zhang Bing'er.

"Well, I just treat him as a brother. Zhang Bing'er hurriedly refused, a typical sister escaped, if Zheng Hao heard Zhang Bing'er's words, it is estimated that he would have the heart to die.

"You were born to me, how can you hide your mind from me? Tell me quickly, what is the child of that family?" Zhang's mother, who is experienced in this aspect, knew that she must have something in her heart as soon as she saw Zhang Bing'er, and couldn't help but smile and said.

Seeing her mother say this, Zhang Bing'er also felt that there was no way to hold it in her heart, so it was better to listen to her mother's meaning.

"Actually, I have a good friend named Zhang Yu......" Zhang Bing'er said slowly.

Just when the two mothers and daughters were sitting at the head of the bed and whispering, Xiao Deng found Zhang Yu's information and sent it to Zheng Hao's mailbox.

Due to the rush of time, Xiao Deng also went to the community to inquire, only to know that Zhang Yu was a doctor at the Wudaokou Research Institute.

Zheng Hao browsed through the information, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Isn't it just a little doctor, who dares to bully Cousin Bing'er, I really don't know how thick the sky is, and the toad wants to eat swan meat!"

"Wait for me, I have something to do. Zheng Hao said to Xiao Deng, he put on sunglasses and set the jeep on fire.

"But the captain's mission briefing has just come down, why don't you take a look first?" Xiao Deng couldn't help but say anxiously.

"What's the hurry, there's a process for doing things, I'll talk about it when I come back. After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator.

The sound of the engine roaring sounded, and the jeep was gone.

At this time, Zhang Yu was practicing ancient Taijiquan in the courtyard, and in the past few days, he has incorporated this Taijiquan into his daily training.

I have to say that the more Taijiquan plays, the more interesting it becomes, and when he completes the Taijiquan routine, he finds that the two qi of yin and yang in the dantian slowly gather.

As he made a move, the Yin and Yang Qi would automatically run to the meridians of his limbs, and he suddenly had this thought, maybe this would be able to send out the Yin and Yang Qi through the palm of his hand, wouldn't that be a great increase in power?

He tried the sandbag hanging in the backyard, and what made him depressed was that whenever the yin and yang qi ran to the wrist position, it would suddenly disappear or be intermittent, which gave him a headache.

Could it be that this is useless at all? Zhang Yu thought in his heart, slapped his palm at will, and suddenly felt a stream of heat rushing out of the dantian, straight to the Laogong acupoint in his palm. I saw that the sandbag seemed to have been hit by something.

There was a muffled thud, and he felt as if his palm was imprinted into tofu, and he suddenly sank into the sandbag.

Zhang Yu was stupid in an instant, you must know that the outer layer of the sandbag is specially made, and the sand inside has a large gap and can absorb the impact. Looking at the palm prints on the sandbag, feeling the sand slipping from between the fingers, it is estimated that there is no strength of thousands of pounds to penetrate the sandbag.

He became excited, and then slashed a few more palms, but it was useless except for a little more sand flowing.

After the experiment, Zhang Yu found that his control over the two qi of yin and yang was insufficient, and it was the result of this kind of ineffective time.

After calculating the odds, among dozens of punches, it is good to be able to punch once in a while, and you need to practice diligently.

However, Zhang Yu is still quite happy, he seems to have found a little way to use the two qi of yin and yang, but unfortunately there is too little explanation of the use of the two qi of yin and yang in the secret book of the heavenly master, and he has been in the stage of exploration.

Of course, breaking through sandbags is powerful, but it also comes at a great cost.

After resting for a while, Zhang Yu felt that his palms were trembling, and the meridians were also in pain from the impact.

After practicing for a few hours, he was covered in sweat, and finally Zhang Yu had to leave the training ground and return to the house.