I cried, I pretended

Sanli Hutong is full of small residential courtyards, the alleys twist and turn, and there are messy wires inserted across the road everywhere, and free-range cats and dogs shit everywhere, and if they are not careful, they will step on the winning lottery.

"Hey, the Cheng family boy is back, go back quickly, your grandma might still be waiting for you."

"Yes, but there is a black car parked in front of your house today. It's really long and expensive. I've only seen that kind of car on TV."

The old man playing cards under the locust tree saw Cheng Wang and greeted him one after another.

When Cheng Wang heard the last sentence, he couldn't help frowning. After entering his small courtyard, he saw that his grandma was not sitting on the usual wicker chair.

After entering the inner room, Cheng Juan put down his things, walked to the door of his grandma's house, knocked lightly on the door, and called out "Grandma" in a deep voice.

The people inside did not speak, wondering if they were asleep.

Cheng Wang felt a little irritable, he walked to the small courtyard outside the house, took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it, the scarlet dots danced on his fingertips in the darkness, then he dialed the phone to call there.

"You came to my house today?"

As soon as the phone was connected, he asked in a cold voice without any politeness.

Shen Bin persuaded over there: "Xiao Wang, I know you miss your grandma, but she is too old to raise you, and the old man also needs to be taken care of. When you come back, I will send someone to take care of her old man. This is not the best of both worlds." ?"

Cheng Huan smiled coldly: "Fart is the best of both worlds."

Shen Bin choked, his nephew was cold-tempered, but he didn't like to listen to him swearing, this was the first time that he slapped him in the face so unceremoniously.

"I know you still have pimples in your heart, but that's your own mother, mother and child are connected, just wait for her to figure it out, and I can see that she also feels guilty towards you, but she doesn't know how to face it to you."

Cheng Huan took a deep breath, his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly in the smog, he lowered his head and flicked the cigarette with his fingertips, his tone was cold.

"I have a mother, I have nothing to do with her."

"Xiao Wang, I know that what happened back then is not your fault, your mother just can't get over that knot, as long as you..."

"Enough." Cheng Huang rubbed the center of his brows, his face was a little tired, as if he didn't want to bring up this topic.

"In short, I hope you will think about it carefully."

"Don't think about it." Cheng Wang looked aimlessly at the night sky, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, but he himself was ignorant.

"Uncle, I know how much you take care of me."

He paused, as if he was thinking about what to say next: "But if you still want me to call you uncle, don't mention that again, I know my own way, and I don't regret it. "

After an unknown amount of time, a long sigh came from over there, "Okay, I see,"

After returning to his room, Cheng Wang put his schoolbag on the table, and habitually turned on the radio, and then tuned to the channel he often listened to.

There was a very old song playing on the channel, and he also forgot the name, but he always felt that he heard it when he was a child, it should be from his fucking mouth.

Cheng Wang poured a glass of water from the pot, raised his head and drank it down, then looked at the empty glass and remained silent.

When he was about to go to bed, Cheng Fan glanced at the schoolbag on the side, thought of something, unzipped the zipper and took out the envelope that was stuck in the book.

He rested his head with one hand, picked up the envelope with one hand and raised it up, looked around, then opened it and picked up the thin piece of paper to read.

He read the letter very fast, almost ten lines at a glance. When he finished reading the last word, he saw the signature. It was someone he didn't know, but it should be a girl's name.

There was no expression on his face, he tore off the envelope and threw it into the trash can, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

...

"Ah."

Song Mingwang sneezed. The cold made him suffer from rhinitis in the past few days. With his stuffy nose, he had difficulty breathing and speaking in a muffled voice. Naturally, he was in a bad mood.

Thinking about going to that martial arts gym with his mother after school in the afternoon, I feel even worse.

Cheng Wang didn't come to school today, this time he wasn't absent from class, but seriously asked for sick leave.

During lunch, Song Mingwang was stopped by a girl he didn't know, and she asked him if he sent a love letter or not.

Song Mingwang only vaguely remembered what happened after listening to her words, "Of course I did."

"Really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Why should I lie to you?"

"Then you can ask me again." The girl was a little unwilling to give up. "Whether he accepts or rejects, he should talk to me. My contact information is written on it."

"I do not want."

"I showed you all my notes, you can't do this, you are breaking your promise."

"I only promised to help you deliver the love letter, and I don't care about the rest."

The girl saw that this was not good, so she gritted her teeth to seduce him, "I also recorded the recording of Teacher Fang's class."

Teacher Fang was the leader of the physics team at that age. Song Mingwang had listened to his open class once, and liked his way of teaching very much, which was more than twice as good as the physics teacher in his class.

"Deal." He made a decision with only a little hesitation.

"But we have to wait until he comes to school. He has asked for leave."

"it is good."

After school in the afternoon, Song Yulan drove to pick up Song Mingwang. The mother and son were sitting in the car. She looked at Song Mingwang in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with your nose? Why is it so red?"

"Caught a cold and had an itchy nose and then I just rubbed it and it became like this."

"It's fine if you don't get beaten." Song Yulan was very worried about this, "Mom will buy you some medicine later."

The martial arts gym was found by Song Yulan herself. It is called Longwei Martial Arts Gym. not a lot.

But it is said that this boss surnamed Wu has something real, so Song Yulan was moved.

As soon as he entered the martial arts gym, Song Mingwang felt a bit shabby. The venue was neither big nor small. There were many cushions placed on the wooden floor. Many students were practicing their own martial arts, and most of them had special masters to guide them.

The whole place is relatively clean, and there is a large calligraphic character on the central wall, with the word "Longwei" written on it.

"Master Wu." Seeing a middle-aged man not far away who was instructing students to punch, Song Yulan hesitated for a long time, and finally chose this more respectful title.

Wu Feng froze for a moment, turned around and saw them, then gave the student a few words, and then walked towards them.

"Don't call me Master, just call me Wu Feng."

Song Mingwang looked at the thin middle-aged man in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like an outsider.

"Mom, have you been cheated by someone?"

"What nonsense." Song Yulan secretly grabbed him, then smiled at Wu Feng, "Master, don't mind, he is like this."

Wu Feng was also taken aback, and then laughed a few times: "Haha, your son's words are really humorous."

He noticed the school name on Song Mingwang's school uniform again, "Are you also from No. [-] Middle School?"

Before Song Mingwang had time to think about why he said "also", he was pushed out by Song Yulan.

"Also ask Master Wu to teach my son well. He is very smart and learns things very quickly."

Wu Feng looked at Song Mingwang with a smile, "You can rest assured about this, it just so happens that the master I found for him is also from No. [-] Middle School."

"Ah?" Song Yulan's heart began to pound when she heard him say that.

Wu Feng guessed what she was thinking when he saw her like this, and explained: "Don't look at him as my junior, he has won many awards in Sanda boxing competitions, more than enough to teach others, and he and your son They are about the same age, and they are in the same middle school, so it must be more convenient to communicate with old men like us."

"…OK then."

"Xiao Huang!" Wu Feng yelled loudly in a certain direction.

Song Mingwang's heart sank when he heard this title.

I saw a familiar figure not far away, lowering his head to untie his boxing gloves, and raised his head when he heard someone calling him.

Song Mingwang turned his head and met those dark and beautiful eyes.

Cheng Huang who was called by name hummed lightly, took a towel to wipe off his sweat, and then looked over here without haste.

Song Ming saw that it was really him, and his face couldn't help but drop.

"...Isn't this your classmate?" Song Yulan recognized Cheng Huang at a glance.

Wu Feng turned his eyes around Cheng Juan and Song Mingwang, and was a little surprised, "You all belong to the same class?"

"Hello, Auntie." Cheng Wang came over and nodded politely towards Song Yulan.

Although his tone was cold and indifferent, it still made Song Yulan smile, "I was worried at first, but now I'm fine."

Song Mingwang's heart rang alarm bells, "I don't want him to teach, can I change someone?"

"Look, don't be willful." Song Yulan scolded with a straight face.

"Don't worry, auntie." Cheng Juan's eyes fell on Song Mingwang, and he twitched his lips, "I will teach him well."

"Then I'm relieved, please."

After Song Yulan left, Song Mingwang was led to a certain corner of the arena. He looked at the soft cushions on the floor, his heart pounding.

"Are you trying to avenge yourself publicly?"

Cheng Wang ignored him and bent over to organize the equipment.

"By the way, didn't I give you a love letter before? Have you read it?"

Cheng Huan paused, "Look, throw it away."

Just four words immediately blocked Song Mingwang's next words, forget it, he has completed the task no matter what.

He remembered another important thing, "Aren't you sick? Why did you appear here? I want to tell Teacher Wu that you skipped class!"

Cheng Wang finally looked back at him, Song Mingwang thought he was afraid, snorted, then raised his chin very proudly.

I didn't expect that my forehead would hurt in the next second.

Cheng Wang withdrew his hand expressionlessly, "Are you going to learn or not."

Song Mingwang was slapped on the forehead and was in a bad mood, but he still didn't forget what he was here for, so he nodded reluctantly.

Cheng Huan separated his feet one after the other, raised his hands, and made a few punches at random, signaling him to follow suit.

"Foot, your center of gravity is not steady, how do you exert force?"

Song Mingwang blushed, hesitated a few times, "...I know, I know."

"A little more strength."

Cheng Wang spoke briefly and his tone was not lukewarm, but he really hit Song Mingwang's weak point directly. After a few rounds, Song Mingwang was able to imitate it well.

"Now, call me." Cheng Wang pointed to the sandbag beside him.

"Forget it." Cheng Wang looked at him, frowned and stopped him from continuing, "You try to hit me."

Song Mingwang almost suspected for a moment that he had heard it wrong, but looking at Cheng Huang's expression, he didn't look like it at all.

"I hit."

"I really hit."

Cheng Wang said impatiently, "Hurry up."

So Song Mingwang finally punched him, but before he touched Cheng Wang's body, his fist was wrapped by someone, and then he was tripped by someone, his whole body was unstable, and he felt dizzy and dizzy. Was overturned by a force to the ground.

Even with the cushion as support, Song Mingwang still felt a dull pain in his back from the momentary force.

He looked at the person pressing on him, his face was blank for a rare moment, and he was in a dazed state.

Cheng Huan patted his cheek lightly, then leaned over to his ear, with a low tone.

"This is your first lesson."

Song Mingwang woke up with a start, and then struggled. He didn't realize that the posture of the two of them was very awkward. To prevent him from moving, Cheng Wang put his knees between his legs, and his hands were firmly controlled. High overhead.

But where did he settle down, he kept twisting left and right to get rid of his shackles, and there was inevitably some contact below.

"let me go!"

Song Ming stared at him, bit his lip, blushed, his black hair was wet with sweat on his white forehead, his chest heaved slightly, his tone was trembling, and his words were without momentum.

Cheng Wang also noticed the strangeness of his body, was slightly startled, frowned, then looked slightly uncomfortable, let him go and stood up.