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The two only fought once, and Uncle Zhao was quickly defeated.

Li Tan locked his neck violently, and kept raising his knees on his belly. Uncle Zhao hurriedly pressed his arms down as a cushion, but he was still beaten back and retreated to the guardrail. Finally, he simply sent out a truce signal: "...stop Stop, stop fighting, I admit defeat."

"What's wrong with you girl today?" Uncle Zhao shook off the sweat on his forehead, "Why are you so fierce? I'll ask Huzi to do two tricks with you later, and see if he doesn't teach you for me!"

Uncle Zhao is a master of the boxing gym. He was very brave when he was young, but now he is almost 60 years old, and his focus has long been out of training. It was thrown on the beach by the back waves years ago.

"Your physical fitness has dropped a lot." Uncle Zhao looked at Li Tan, who was out of breath, "There must have been an explosion, but your stamina is too poor, so you can't sit in the office, right?"

Li Tan only wore a black sleeveless vest. Now her back was completely wet and her heart was pounding. She bit off the gluing of her gloves: "I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Didn't sleep well?

She has been spinning for almost 48 hours from last night to now, and it is very good if she can insist on breaking out and playing the whole game with all her strength.

"have a drink?"

Uncle Zhao was also getting older, so he got off the stage after panting for a while.

For so many years, the boxing gym has been just like him, and there is even a special compartment on the second floor for rest.

Uncle Zhao took out two bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator and set up a small table, "Unfortunately, there are no appetizers."

Li Tan wiped the sweat off her body with a dry towel. She put on her shirt and stuck her hair to her forehead. She took out her phone and started ordering takeaway. She said in a familiar tone, "Is that nearby barbecue restaurant still open?"

Uncle Zhao smiled and unscrewed the beer, and poured a glass for the two of them: "Yeah, after so many years, the business hasn't been very good, and it's still going on."

Li Tan pinched the rim of the glass with two fingers, and the bottom of the glass touched the rim of the opposite glass. There was a clang and buzzing sound between the glasses, and then he drank the beer in the glass in one gulp.

The cold alcohol slid down the throat to the internal organs, causing the body to convulse just after the intense exercise, and Li Tan let out a sigh.

Both the master and the apprentice emptied a bottle of wine in boredom, and when Uncle Zhao took out two more bottles, the barbecue arrived.

Uncle Zhao sat down and unwrapped the takeaway packaging with Li Tan, and the plastic bag made a rustling sound.

At first, Li Tan only learned Muay Thai in the store, but later the master who taught her boxing went to the e-commerce company, and Uncle Zhao became Li Tan's half master of mixed martial arts.

In the past ten years or so, the frequency of Li Tan's return was not high. Although the two of them didn't meet each other much, their friendship was not acquainted.

Compared with Li Guang's serious father image, Uncle Zhao is closer to the elders that Li Tan is familiar with.

In other words, it is precisely because Uncle Zhao and Li Tan are not related by blood that Li Tan is more comfortable in front of him.

In the silence, Uncle Zhao picked up a skewer of barbecued meat.

"Tell me what happened."

Li Tan paused when he took the skewer, tightened the bamboo stick in his hand, lowered his eyelids, and then passed the barbecue to his mouth and took a bite.

"fine."

"You don't care about lying... I watched you grow up." Uncle Zhao said with a contemptuous smile. know about you?"

Li Tan finished eating the skewers in his hand, then went to get the wine again in silence.

Uncle Zhao directly covered the mouth of the cup, "Don't drink my wine for nothing if you don't tell me."

He pointed to the time: "Uncle Zhao, I didn't delay closing the store to drink with you here."

Li Tan raised his head and glanced at Uncle Zhao. Seeing his serious face, he finally sighed.

She rubbed her temples, the after-effects of the night were all on her now, even her willpower was weaker than usual, so she inevitably talked more.

Li Tan snatched the wine glass abruptly, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally explained the situation in detail with this energy.

She started talking about it in high school, about her encounter with Cheng Huan, about the time she spent with Cheng Huan, about her departure, and about their encounter.

Li Tan deliberately concealed those not-so-bright memories, and her voice was very calm, as if she was telling a story with a very complete succession and transition.

Two strangers met and separated, and reunited after ten years of absence.

The story is simple and straightforward.

It is about the strange emotions that secretly breed, and about the entangled hatred of the past.

"...that's pretty much it."

Li Tan put the finished bamboo sticks on the lid of the foam box. Seeing that Uncle Zhao hadn't spoken for a long time, he laughed self-deprecatingly, "It's nothing to say, you still have to listen."

She dryly changed the topic: "How is the business of the boxing gym?"

Uncle Zhao glanced at her and smiled.

"That's it! Anyway, I'm getting old, so I'm going to endure it. When I'm old and can't work anymore, I'll transfer the store. Out of sight, out of mind!"

Li Tan: "That's pretty good."

As she spoke, she got up and took two bottles of wine from the refrigerator and sat back at the table.

While she was prying the bottle cap, Uncle Zhao suddenly smiled and began to recall: "I still remember when I first met you, I had a gloomy face all day long and I didn't know who to show it to. She is a little girl, and she insisted on drinking with me." When the time came, he smoked and drank everything, and in a blink of an eye, he had grown so big."

Li greedily smiled and poured wine on the other side.

"When I first took over from you, I asked you to practice straight punches on the sidelines first. Later, I was busy and forgot about something. In the end, you really practiced in that corner all day."

Uncle Zhao pointed to a sandbag in the corner, and said cheerfully: "I knew at that time that you are very resilient, and you won't let go of the things you bite--this is a good thing. toughness."

He changed the subject, suddenly looked back, and sighed, "But Li Tan..."

Li Tan raised his head subconsciously, and met Uncle Zhao's suddenly serious eyes.

"You gotta know, man, it's not a simple 'thing.'"

He touched the wound on Li Tan's knuckles, and continued: "You can bite a name, you can bite a fist, but you can't bite a person."

Uncle Zhao patted Li Tan's forehead: "Do you still remember what I taught you in the first class? The most important thing in boxing is mobility and flexibility. Because although you are swinging a dead object, you are facing a living object."

Uncle Zhao passed the bamboo stick in his hand forward, and patted the table with one hand, so hard that the wine in the glass splashed out in shock.

"You've also played underground games. Do you have to fight with someone before the fight?"

Li Tan's eyelids twitched, as a default.

"You said that you wrote the war book early, did they pick it up?"

Li Tan was silent, she clenched her hands tightly, bit the tip of her tongue, and shook her head.

"Okay, ten years later, when you see your old opponent again, if he still wants to play with you, will he take the initiative to show his favor? At least he will say hello as an old acquaintance, right? She shows familiarity with you Internet?"

Li Tan didn't speak.

"Unfamiliar with you, with a cold attitude. According to what you said, I'm just looking for trouble, picking on you in every way. Isn't that obviously hating you?"

Uncle Zhao sighed bitterly: "You said that you have persisted on the stage for ten years and prepared for ten years, but your opponent has no intention of jumping into the ring at all. Even now—as you said—you have changed It’s a ring. This matter, in the final analysis, it’s all about your feelings, don’t you? Tell me, what are you fighting with?”

"People's hearts... No matter how tough you are, no matter what you rely on, it is not something you can bite if you want to bite."

If it was just one-sided wishful thinking, then the careful persistence and expectation of the previous ten years would be meaningless in an instant.

Uncle Zhao let out a belch: "Girl, you are the most talented of the apprentices I have taught, but you are a bit bad, too twisted! You are twisted and twisted, and you are still brainless! You do things wishful thinking, and you hang yourself on a tree." Die. If you want me to say don't talk about that girl, it's better for you to go home early than anything else... You still have to settle accounts with the family? Your family has a big business, and you still need your little money? Listen to Uncle's advice, don't be stubborn Hanging."

He patted Li Tan on the shoulder, stood up from his seat unsteadily, stretched his waist, "is there another round?"

Li Tan sat there motionless, only feeling cold hands and feet: "No."

Uncle Zhao simply issued an order to evict the guests, "It's getting late at that time, I have to close the door, you should go back quickly."

Li Tan remained silent.

"Okay." Uncle Zhao took the key hanging from the front wall and patted it on the front desk, "Then remember to clear the table when you leave, close the door by yourself, and don't go back if you don't want to go back. There is a lounge upstairs. You have to think about this matter alone, and Uncle Zhao will leave first."

As Uncle Zhao said, he changed his clothes, lowered the shutter door from the outside, unlocked it, and galloped away on the little electric donkey at the door.

Li Tan was the only one left in the shop.

I don't know how long it took, but she gradually began to move.

Li Tan got up calmly, cleared the table, and cleaned up.

Then wash your hands, dry them off, and calmly walk over to the standing sandbag.

Li Tan thought of the straight fist that Uncle Zhao taught her before, of swinging her arms, and of all kinds of moves.

A strong desire to vent surged up from all four limbs, and it was clearly a very peaceful mood, but when the first punch was made, everything was out of control.

The chaotic emotions suddenly squeezed into her brain along with the impact, and Li Tan punched continuously like a beast. The sandbag retreated again and again, retreating to the wall and rebounding uncontrollably to meet the more violent impact.

The continuous onslaught put a heavy load on her body. Her body was already extremely tired from the whole night, and she just ate spicy barbecue mixed with cold beer. After a while, she could feel her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

But Li Tan couldn't stop.

Punch after punch, each punch hit the very center, and sweat stains splashed everywhere.

Her eyes seemed to be stained with sweat, and Li Tan instinctively narrowed her eyes.

Li Tan felt a tightness in his chest, as if it was blocked by something, he couldn't make a sound in his throat, and his mouth was a little sore—maybe it was blood, maybe it was something else.

She could hear the sound of her heart beating violently, and she could also hear the continuous splash of water droplets hitting the ground.

As if a century had passed, Li Tan finally lost her strength and slowly slid down on her knees. Then, as if she had lost all strength to support herself, she simply lay on the ground stretched out.

Her chest heaved violently, the old electric fan above her head creaked and turned, and after staring for a long time, physiological saline rolled into her eye sockets.

Li Tan stretched out his hand to wipe it, but found it was useless, so he simply closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Friends: Hahahahaha Li Tan is written like a straight man by you!

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