I plant trees in the superhero world

Steve shaved his beard in the mirror, but there were still light stubbles on his face. He looked in the mirror carefully to avoid any foam on his face that was not cleaned.

Steve was not a man who paid much attention to his appearance, but there were a few days when he was unshaven and looked like a kiwi. Although Cyril didn't say anything, his eyes were always on his chin in those few days , looking hesitant to speak, Steve saw Cyril's chin that was always clean, and realized.

Since then, Steve has shaved every day to keep his chin clean.

Steve felt that since we were friends, it was natural to make each other as comfortable as possible, but Cyril always looked at his beard awkwardly, so it was better to shave it off.

It was the familiar six o'clock again, and Cyril was woken up again by the sound of Steve knocking on the door. Since Cyril casually asked Steve to be his fitness instructor, he insisted on waking him up every day to do morning exercises together. Usually, Cyril Er gritted his teeth and got up, but today he was really tired, and last night he went to help Tony relieve the toxins, and he had to deal with his excessive curiosity. It was already four o'clock in the morning when he got home, and he had only slept for less than two hours. How could he get out of the quilt?

But as a man, how could he refuse to exercise because he was lazy? Wouldn't it be embarrassing? Why didn't it rain today!

Steve's knock on the door was unusually persistent, and Cyril had no choice but to insist on getting up, and looked at his glasses by the way, well, although his eyes were sleepy, his face was ruddy, and with this face, a blind man would not believe that he was not feeling well. How to do it?

Steve waited for about 10 minutes before Cyril opened the door, and Cyril looked sorry: "Steve, I'm sorry, I sprained my foot last night, and it still hurts, so I can't do morning exercises with you... ..."

Hahahahahahaha he didn't believe it, he said he was sprained, and Steve would let him go to exercise.

In fact, Steve really showed a somewhat shocked expression: "You sprained?" He said, and looked at Cyril's feet several times.

"Yes." Cyril said without changing his expression: "It's a bit embarrassing to say, I was tripped at home, it's really..." He sighed in a particularly appropriate way, "Oh, what a pity. I want to run with you."

Steve glanced at Cyril suspiciously. Cyril spoke righteously and showed no guilty conscience.

Steve is a little old-fashioned, and he is indeed outdated compared to this era, but he is not stupid. Seeing Cyril's serious but unconcealable smile in his eyes, he knows this so-called sprain Most of the feet are fake, and it's true that I don't want to run.

Watching Cyril's contrived performance, Steve really wanted to laugh, but in order to save Cyril's face, he covered his mouth with a fist and pretended to cough to hide his smile.

Cyril gave him a strange look. He and Steve have known each other for a while. This person is the most honest and serious, even a bit old-fashioned. Tell him to get up for morning exercises, this kind of honest personality, if he used to be, he might complain about being old-fashioned, but after being fooled by a smart person, he felt that, in fact, this kind of honest person is quite good.

Of course, this kind of goodness does not include daily supervision of his morning exercises. What kind of devil neighbor is this? !

Because of this, Cyril felt that Steve should not doubt the authenticity of whether he sprained his foot.

How did he know that in the last century, sickness was a common occurrence, and Steve, who had experienced many bruises and sprains in the army, did not doubt whether he was injured at all, and he did not believe that Cyril sprained his foot at all.

I saw Steve looked at Cyril worriedly: "How is the injury, have you taken the medicine?" He was curious, if he asked to see the injured part of Cyril, how would Cyril cover it up?

Cyril said casually, "No, it's just a minor injury."

"Let me help you take a look. It's not a trivial matter if you hurt your hamstring."

"..." Cyril got stuck, "No need, I'm a man, I don't care about these things."

"Hey, you young people just don't pay attention to your body. It's fine if you just have an ordinary sprain. What if you hurt your muscles and bones?" Steve looked at Cyril deliberately with disapproval.

Cyril couldn't help but touch his forehead in his heart, what reason could he come up with?Do you have to make up such a stupid reason? !

"It's really not necessary. In fact, I plan to go to the traditional Chinese medicine hall to rub Dieda medicinal wine. I trust this." Cyril said in an erratic tone.

"Baida medicinal wine?" Steve showed a puzzled look, as a person who had just thawed out of the ice, he naturally didn't know this.

"It's Huaxia's wine that combines a variety of herbs. It can easily reduce swelling when rubbed on the affected area." Cyril didn't know how to explain it, so he could only speak according to his own understanding.

In his previous life, as a boy, he was always noisy and often hurt himself. His parents would take him to the old master in the alley to apply medicinal wine. The old master was used to these jobs and his hands were very strong. I was so rubbed that I cried, and then I stopped crying when I got older, not because it didn't hurt, but because I felt that I had grown up to be competitive, and I felt that crying was too shameful.Later, he simply bought medicinal wine and went back to wipe it.

Even though he recalled the memory of his previous life for only a year, in his heart, he is still a kid from Chongqing who eats noodles and hot pot.

Steve probably knew what Dieda Yaojiu was, so he said, "I'll go with you."

"No need." Cyril looked embarrassed.

In fact, he thought about it. Although he didn't really have a sprain, he ran all the way back to Brooklyn from Manhattan at an accelerated speed yesterday. His muscles will inevitably be sore. In front of such an experienced master, his sore calf muscles will definitely be able to be beaten. He found out, and then he didn't have to worry about being caught by Steve for pretending.He really wanted to have a teleportation skill, so he went home as soon as he thought about it.

Oh, it's so annoying, isn't it good to be a lazy man, why do you have to do morning exercises every day?

In the end, Cyril still couldn't get past Steve's dog eyes, and took him to the Chinese Boundary Medicine Hotel in Chinatown.

There was no one in the store, and the decoration was very simple. Steve couldn't help frowning. First, the decoration was very unhospital, and he didn't believe that this was a place for serious treatment; It was too strong and stimulating for him with a strong sense of smell, and he couldn't help sneezing a few times as soon as he entered the store.

Cyril explained with a smile: "It's like this. Many people can't stand the smell, but it really works."

Cyril sat on a chair with his legs on a stool that was at the same height as the chair. The old master sat on the stool and lightly pinched Cyril's calf a few times. Originally, he just felt that the calf was a bit heavy. After pinching him, his calf was sore and unbearable, and his face wrinkled.

"Your muscles are sore because of excessive exercise. It hasn't started to hurt yet. If it takes another day, you will suffer." The master's English is very proficient, but with a Cantonese accent, Cyril can't hear it. It feels very cordial. How long has it been since he talked to a Chinese.

Steve was stunned, although Cyril did not have a sprain, but the muscle soreness is actually real, overexercise?Exercising too much every morning?Is Cyril so weak?

Cyril has no idea that his image in Steve's mind has become weaker, and now he is fully in the hands of the master.

The old master poured some medicated oil into his hand, and rubbed it to generate heat. The joints on the old master's hand were thick, and he looked like someone with strong hands. He pinched Cyril's calf...

"Ow—"

Twenty minutes later, Cyril held a small handkerchief in his heart, wishing he could run away crying, but still stood firmly in front of the counter to give the money. Of course, if his legs didn't shake, it would be more convincing.

Steve couldn't help laughing: "Okay, it doesn't hurt that much, you see, you are an adult anyway, and you still look like a child."

"It won't hurt much?!" Cyril repeated, and he was not in a hurry to give money anymore. He wanted to teach Steve how to be a man.As an American, Steve didn't understand how sour and refreshing those old masters were when pressing acupuncture points. Cyril showed a threatening smile: "Steve, I think, you have been a soldier, and your body must have a lot of hidden injuries. , I ask the master to arrange a set for you, and you can enjoy it too."

Steve could see that Cyril wanted to deal with him, but he shrugged and looked indifferent: "Of course, it's okay."

"Master, I think you can get massages here. Arrange a full-body massage for my friend, especially the back and feet." Cyril also said in Chinese, "My friend doesn't believe in acupoints. He thinks Massages are fake."

The master chef said in Mandarin with strong vernacular flavor: "Don't worry, I will let him experience our Chinese massage!"

Steve was lying on the crib, and the master master pressed his back and patted him a few more times: "The muscle on your back is very hard, like the meat in the refrigerator, the young man hasn't stretched it well. "

Steve froze suddenly, turned his head and glanced at the simple old master, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Cyril fanned the flames beside him: "That's right, master, his muscles are too hard, and he has been a soldier with many hidden injuries. He must experience my Dazhong massage technique! Let him have a good experience of those acupuncture points." Humph, I don't believe that they have massaged this crop, they have never experienced the beatings of the society.

"Young man, are you a mixed race, and you still call us Greater China?" the old master asked in surprise.

Cyril was stunned suddenly: "Ah... I just said it, I am not a mixed race, I just like China very much." I like it so much that I feel that I am Chinese.

Suddenly a little unhappy.

The old master supported Steve's back, and then pressed it down decisively and without muddling...

"what--"

On the way back, Cyril laughed at Steve: "How is it, have you grown?"

Steve has entered a state of shorting: "Growing up..."

Obviously, the hand strength of the old man was nothing more than itching to him, but he could still make him feel so painful that he was inexplicably comfortable after the pain, and he felt refreshed, really a god.

Cyril saw it, and showed a meaningful smile, well, when can we arrange cupping and acupuncture packages for Steve...

The author has something to say:

This time, the revision of the article changed the male protagonist’s golden finger into a five-element skill. There is no way that there are too many kings to write, and it is difficult to complete the main line. I don’t know if everyone can accept the current golden finger. I hope you like it.

If you find that I have not changed anything related to the king during the reading process, please remind me, thank you