Zhu Shanhua took the braised lion's head to heat it again, and she had already heated it four times. She hoped that Yang Yi would be hot when he came back and ate it.

Zhu Shanhua has been doing this step for eight days, and he has made twenty-four braised lion heads in a row, just because Yang Yi loves to eat.

However, there was no news from Yang Yi for eight days. Zhu Shanhua couldn't eat or sleep, whenever there was a stir, she would instinctively rush to the door to open the door, or rush to the phone to mention it, screaming at it: "Xiao Yi?"

But every time, either she heard it wrong, or Shi Cheng's apologetic voice with a comforting tone: "Mother Zhu, I'm working hard." Xiao Yi will be fine. ”

It's working, it's working, it's working...... Fuck you are working hard! At the very least, she didn't yell at Shi Cheng, she knew that the eldest brother of the Shi family was also anxious, growing up together since childhood, Shi Cheng is Yang Yi's eldest brother, and he will not love Yang Yi less than her.

Frustration, anger, anxiety, and panic have made this flamboyant woman's life completely messed up. She didn't dare to listen to the radio, watch TV, read the newspaper, and she was most afraid of hearing that so-and-so had a young man dead or a homeless person who had his organs stolen, because she couldn't help but wonder if he was her own son.

It's only been eight days, and the waist that I don't think is slender enough has been sharply reduced to a curvaceous size, with two black eye bags and a burnt yellow face.

Now, she was staring at the braised lion's head, which had been hot for the fifth time. After staring at it for half an hour, it was finally silent sobbing when it stopped smoking.

Without Yang Yi, this home is too lonely, too lonely, and too desolate. Without him, nothing is right, there is no point in doing anything.

Son, where the hell are you?

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Zhu Shanhua Huo Ran raised her head and listened quietly, she was afraid that she would always hallucinate by herself like many times before.

This time it doesn't seem to be, it keeps ringing, and it's stubbornly pressed.

Zhu Shanhua wiped her face in twos and threes, rushed to the door, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yi!"

The smile suddenly froze, and standing outside the door was a little boy, about ten years old, looking at himself with a pair of flexible eyes.

Not Yang Yi. Zhu Shanhua's face darkened, and she asked softly in disappointment, "Who are you looking for?"

The boy rolled his overly flexible eyes, first looked down at the memo note in his hand, and then raised a flattering smile and asked, "Aunt Zhu?"

"Who are you?" Zhu Shanhua suppressed her annoyance and asked again.

"I've finally found you, your building is so hard to climb...... My name is Sun Xiaohao!" The child smiled happily, a pair of eyes dripping on his round face, and the cleverness and cunning of the head were mixed in those eyes.

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Yang Yi was wandering through the streets in Wolfe, and Li Guang's words had already left no trace like the wind blowing. Just like Li Guang himself said, Yang Yi has no consciousness at all to dedicate himself to any so-called great cause of XX, he just seriously thinks about how to live a normal life and will not cause disasters to his family and friends.

If one day he suddenly woke up and found that the familiar person had been torn apart or chewed to death, Yang Yi felt that it was better to stand in the middle of the railway line and wait for the approaching train or touch the high-voltage power line. It is said that this is very fast and thorough, and it is estimated that his monster physique will not be spared.

Li Guang's recovery only made Yang Yi happy for a while before he became dazed, still feeling that he couldn't return home.

With the money given by Sun Xiaohao, I went to Jiudianli Supermarket to buy four oversized Chinese-style pizzas, one of which I bit by myself, and all three of which were fed to Wolf. Now he and Wolf are huddled under an advertising board in Qijiang Square to watch an old man box.

From the first time Yang Yi saw him at 5:20, he was there slowly punching. This punch, Yang Yi also knows, is the Tai Chi that old men and old ladies often use to exercise. As always, it feels very ordinary, with a special ancient style of Chinese style, pleasing to the eye, but also like its simple nature, the only use is to exercise the body, increase the activity of the body. Used for fighting? It's a movie, it's a novel.

When Yang Yi came back after buying a big pizza, the old man was still boxing, and it was now half past seven in the morning.

The rain was heavy, and the people who usually came to exercise didn't come today, so only the old man was boxing in an inconspicuous place, so Yang Yi noticed him.

There's nothing to see, Yang Yi just watches him box.

Yang Yi recognized a small part of the Tai Chi moves, thanks to Wen Xiaoxia's mother when she lived in Xitan before. Mother Wen is also good at this, she always gets up every day and makes a few laps, Yang Yi often sees it, so the popular forty-eight styles of white cranes and wings are not unfamiliar with these starting moves, as well as the left single whip, right single whip, oblique backrest, elbow bottom hammer, and covering hands and fists.

It's not surprising that there are old people who love to exercise and practice boxing. He just admired the old man's perseverance, when others stopped exercising early because of the weather, he was still rain or shine, which not everyone can do.

After looking at it for a while, the old man no longer played the forty-eight styles, although the kicking of the foot is still the artistic conception of Taijiquan, slow and far, slow and casual, slow and simple, slow and has a rhythm that seems to exist in ancient times, but the moves have obviously become different, it seems sensitive and broad, and it is extremely attractive. Yang Yi was slightly surprised, and looked at him more attentively.

After watching it for a while, I felt more and more strange, vaguely as if I had captured something, and as if I had not captured anything.

After thinking about it, he looked around carefully left and right, and made sure that because of the heavy rain and the early time, there were no other people in the entire square, so he was the only one here, so he carefully blocked his eyes with his hands and began to slowly improve his eye ability.

When his eyes began to observe at a level beyond that of a normal person, and glowed with a misty light, Yang Yi immediately saw the difference.

Elsewhere, all the raindrops fell at an oblique angle. When their abilities were improved, the speed at which they fell was several times slower, and Yang Yi could clearly see the trajectory of their dripping, which was an oblique ray. When the countless raindrop trajectories are combined and overlapped, they form a geometric line painting depicted in oblique straight lines. All existing lines are spatially parallel.

This refers to the vast majority of the situation, and the vast majority of the situation outside of the situation exists around the elderly.

With his body, including the range that can be reached when he stretches out his hand and kicks his feet, he forms a special space, and whenever a raindrop invades this space, it changes its trajectory. It's as if there's an invisible force field pulling them, and they're always sucked in, stuck to that field, and then spun and thrown out, flying in all directions in a tangential direction. When many raindrops are like this, the circle around the old man looks like a three-dimensional nebula with countless raindrop-like spiral arms in Yang Yi's eyes!

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