When the lights were turned on in the dark courtyard, that is, when Ye Zhun Xing and Guo Tayu finished feeding their bodies. At this time, the two of them usually occupy a corner in the middle of the courtyard and start to go their own ways. Guo Tayu walked the shape and intention to collapse the fist, and the cold chicken collapsed step by step. Ye Zhunning began to practice four, which was something that Xie Cunguan taught this week.

The shake handle is the mother of the heart ** boxing, and the four are the general outline, the mother of the boxing fight.

Shake and flash into, four out, four out, ten shapes, this is the order of the mind. The way of boxing, the body is the sum of the body, but the step is the leader of the body, the body is the step, not the step. That is to say, the body method changes with the footwork, and the place where the step is where the enemy is, and the body method naturally has to be adjusted with the footwork.

Therefore, in the practice of boxing, first practice the steps smoothly, especially the shaking handle, and then combine the body and step training into one and coordinate it. At this time, it is necessary to strengthen the body boxing and unite with the steps. This body fist is among the four.

In fact, the four fists are also the small sets made of the four fists and eight potentials in the traditional mind ** boxing, which is the concentrated essence of the boxing in the fighting, the boxing of the fighting, and there is no one who has four of the eight potentials. After practicing the integration of hands and body steps, and following each other, it is necessary to use four plates to fight the fight.

Ye Zhunxing was actually not optimistic about the four at first, only a few moves, what use could it be. But after listening to Xie Cunguan's many emphasis, especially when Guo Tayu began to feed his body, he realized the beauty of the four. Because no matter how Guo Tayu punches, how he transforms, and how he dissolves, he can always find a shadow in the four. Of course, at first, in order to explain the four moves to him, Xie Cunguan deliberately put his movements into the four hands, and later, gradually he realized that what this move was, what that move was, and he would figure out the taste of this practice.

Because Xie Cunguan's lungs are not smooth, he naturally can't practice boxing, and he just breathes in circles every day, and he can't move much. So when it gets dark, it's time to accompany Zhang Miaoer. The two of them came out of the veteran's bar and walked around Houhai. It was the crisp autumn season, and Houhai was also the best time for the air, taking a slow walk along the lake, listening to the sound of music coming from somewhere in the distance, Xie Cun let out a long sigh, and felt relaxed for no reason.

Zhang Miao'er on the side was able to stay quiet at first, and after a while, she revealed her true nature, her body began to take on a rhythm, jumping on both feet for a while, and jumping on one leg for a while, when the two of them were alone, she would gradually change her silence and become more lively.

There is a small pier made of long logs by the lake, which is usually full of people, but today, somehow, no one has occupied it at this time. So the two of them turned to the pier and stood by the railing, and the breeze blew refreshed. Xie Cunguan held on to the railing with both hands, quietly felt the breeze, and turned his head to look at Zhang Miao.

At this moment, Zhang Miao'er crossed her hands behind her back, straightened her chest, pursed her lips, closed her eyes tightly, and inhaled a trace of moist air vigorously, a picture of intoxication to the extreme, how cute and cute it is.

"What a good wind...... Zhang Miao'er muttered, "It's all cotton ...... blowing on your body"

Zhang Miaoer's figure is slender, and her clothes always look wide, but at this moment, in the wind, the wind blows her clothes, and her slender figure stands out in the wide clothes.

Xie Cunguan was a little in a daze for a while.

And Zhang Miao'er had already opened her eyes at this time, and when she saw Xie Cunguan's appearance, a smile spread from her lips to her face.

"Sister is good-looking!" She always likes to use this sentence as an opening sentence without blushing or panting, in fact, she is a year and a half younger than Xie Cunguan. Xie Cunguan went to school half a year later when he was a child, and the year his father died, he took another year off from school.

Xie Cunguan nodded and said, "Good-looking!" Then he took a step forward, holding the railing with one hand, and putting the other hand in his trouser pocket, tilting his face to the lake breeze, letting the wind blow his forehead, and then deliberately said in a dumb voice: "Brother is also very handsome, right?" He was also a very naughty boy when he was a child, and when he was a child, he always played with a few girls alone, and he didn't fall behind. It's just that the family changed dramatically and became a little quieter. But in fact, in private, with good friends, he is still a talkative person, and he does not lose to other boys at all.

"Handsome?" Zhang Miao'er stared at a pair of apricot eyes, and the bones came over, and the bones passed, but she didn't look at Xie Cunguan: "Is there a handsome guy here?"

"Can't you see, look over here!" Xie Cunguan raised his head even higher.

"Over here?" Zhang Miao deliberately turned his head exaggeratedly: "I only see one head...... Stinky Brother Pig ......" and giggled. Xie Cunguan turned his head to look at her, Zhang Miao'er laughed a few times, then became dull, and pouted: "Actually, it's not funny at all, right?"

Xie Cunguan nodded and said, "Neither of us is suitable for pretending to be cute, because ......" He paused, seeing that Zhang Miao was interested in him, and then said slowly: "We are all really cute!" His expression was serious: "Especially you, you are cute and beautiful." ”

Zhang Miao'er's eyes brought a hint of joy: "Really, am I cute or beautiful?"

"The character is cute, and the person is beautiful!" Xie Cunguan made a flattering expression.

"Get out!" Zhang Miaoer said happily: "Get away! If you don't learn, you love to learn that 'Pan Renmei'."

"Pan Renmei" was the male and female voice in the army that day, but he was actually Zhang Miaoer's cousin and aunt's cousin. The big name is Pan Shixiong, and "Pan Renmei" is a bandit, and it is a bandit that can no longer be "Philippines". After that incident, Xie Cunguan knew that Zhang Miaoer's family had a military background, and almost all of his fathers served in the army.

Xie Cunguan also heard some about the Zhang family's affairs from Ye Zhunxing, only knowing that Zhang Miaoer's parents were divorced, and Zhang Miaoer and her father did not have a good relationship. Her mother is also a woman from a big family, and she left Zhang Miaoer a lot of assets and went abroad. Zhang Miaoer has been living alone since she was a child, and she has never lived at home, but in a property left by her mother.

However, although the relationship between Zhang Miaoer and her father is tense, the Zhang family is extremely powerful in Beijing, especially in the Long Live Army, and is the mainstay of the faction. Hearing this, Xie Cunguan couldn't help but speak, he didn't expect this weak girl who showed her true face by the Summer Palace Lake to have such a scary background.

The two of them just made a gesture, but in fact, it was just to open up the conversation.

Because both of them are a little psychologically special, every time they are separated after a day, when they meet again, they will feel a little raw. Make a few jokes, that is, relax the atmosphere, so that the two can talk more naturally. No, as soon as they relaxed, they both leaned on the railing of the pier and began to chat easily, and gradually, the distance became closer and closer, and finally they were shoulder to shoulder.

Autumn has morning and evening, and as time goes by, the weather gradually cools down.

Zhang Miaoer's clothes were loose, so she naturally didn't keep warm, and gradually hugged her shoulders with her arms. Seeing this, Xie Cunguan took off his outer shirt and wanted to drape it over her shoulders. Zhang Miao'er suddenly jumped away like a frightened kitten, looked at him, and stammered nervously: "What are you doing?"

Xie Cunguan carried his shirt in his hand and couldn't cry or laugh: "Aren't you cold?"

Zhang Miao'er shook her head: "It's not cold...... "Chirp...... but he sneezed directly.

Xie Cunguan looked at her angrily and funny.

Zhang Miao'er smiled a little weakly: "Okay...... Well, I'm a little cold, let's go back!"

Xie Cunguan continued to hold up his clothes and said, "Let's stay for a while, you can put on my clothes!"

Zhang Miao'er bit her lip, tilted her head, and said with difficulty for a long time: "I'm not used to wearing other people's clothes......"

Xie Cunguan was a little embarrassed, and he didn't accept his clothes while holding them, and he didn't give them.

Zhang Miao'er turned her face to the side, her eyes dodged, and she said softly: "Let's go back, I still have homework to finish today......" Xie Cunguan's mood couldn't help but darken, and he took back his clothes and said, "Okay, I'll send you ......"

"No need, I'll turn the corner in front of me and take a taxi!" Zhang Miao'er's face was also a little stiff.

Officer Xie Cun took a long breath and said, "Don't be my class enemy, I'll just send you to the car!"

Zhang Miao'er stopped talking, and the two walked along the road to the bend, Zhang Miao'er's hands continued to hold her shoulders, and Xie Cunguan put her shirt on her arms. After turning the corner, there is a small street, and the street lights are not very bright, a little dim. Both of them were silent at this time, not speaking. Xie Cunguan's face calmed down, and Zhang Miao'er's eyes sneaked over from time to time, glanced at Xie Cunguan, her lips moved, and she turned her head to look at the intersection again.

When a taxi appeared, Zhang Miaoer wanted to raise her hand to block, but somehow, she put down her hand again.

It's another one, and she still didn't block it, just biting her lip and not speaking.

In the third car, Xie Cunguan sighed, raised his hand, and the taxi stopped in front of the two. Zhang Miaoer hesitated, then walked to the car, and when she opened the car door, she turned her head again, wanted to say something, but still didn't say anything, and finally lowered her head and got into the car.

"Goodbye!" Xie Cunguan said in a low voice, not knowing if Zhang Miao'er heard it.

The tail lights flashed, and it started to start moving forward, accelerating away. "Goodbye!" Xie Cunguan said softly again, this time his voice was so low that he could only hear it, then turned around and left.

In the car, Zhang Miaoer saw the figure who turned away under the street lamp from the rearview mirror, tears poured out of her eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hands, not wanting to cry. Her tiny body, in her voluminous clothes, leaned against the double back seat of a taxi, looked so petite and lonely.