Xu Shanlan

Jungle yelled: "Ayi, bring the wine quickly! Old Yan, you are not allowed to leave tonight, let's have a good get together, and get drunk." Yin Yi opened three bottles of Moutai, and Sister Zhang was busy making some Appetizers are placed on the table.None of the three of them ate anything during this meal. Conglin and Yan Hongjun drank as soon as they came up, you toast and I toast, silent and full of tacit understanding.A depressive and sad atmosphere enveloped the hearts of the three of them, and no one wanted to open their mouths to break the dullness.

Seeing that a bottle of wine was down, Yan Hongjun spoke first. He lowered his head and stared at his glass, and said, "Jungle, I didn't want to come to you. The last person I want to look for is you, do you know that?"

"I know I know." Jungle also stared at his bowl, and they didn't glance at each other, as if they were trying to block some emotion in this way.

Yan Hongjun said: "I have been thinking about it for several days. I can't sleep all night. I have been thinking about it for several days. I have to come to you when I am at the end. If I don't look for you, who will I look for? Who can understand? Me? Who can listen to me? Jungle I hated you all my life, but I still have to come to you in the end!" He slapped the table hard, making Yin Yi jump.Yan Hongjun ignored these, and continued on his own: "I just want to take them out to play and relax. How can there be any accidents? How can there be any accidents? Why do you think that kid will turn around suddenly? Then It's a national highway, that's double yellow lines, why the hell doesn't he have eyes?!"

Yan Hongjun covered his face with his old hands, tears flowed from his fingers unstoppably, his voice was choked with grief: "A dozen lives, all of them children, just disappeared... Believe it or not, you Believe it or not, the one I really want to die is me, me!" He hammered his chest hard, wishing he could take a knife to cut his heart open, "It's all over...my life is ruined...and Ye Qingyu and Nie Yinuo are missing, gone... can't find anyone..."

Yan Hongjun's uncontrollable grief and anger could only be heard in the room: "That bastard bastard should be shot dead! He should be hacked into pieces! There's no getting it back, they're all in their teens... Parents only have one child... How can I compensate them? I'm sorry for them, the jungle, I'm sorry for them..."

Neither Conglin nor Yin Yi spoke, and the language at this time was too feeble.Yan Hongjun just came to vent, he spoke incoherently, which made the two of them feel anxious.Yin Yi's eyes were red, and he turned his face away.Jungle poured wine for Yan Hongjun: "Red Army, I don't blame you... I don't blame you..."

Yan Hongjun burst into tears: "I really don't want to live in the jungle, I have no face to live... When people give me children, they are still alive and kicking, in the blink of an eye... If I had known... If I had known... "

The three of them drank a lot of wine that night; that night, Conglin and Yan Hongjun, two bloody men who would rather die than bend over, hugged each other and cried bitterly, and then they all lay on the table without knowing who they were.

When Jungle woke up the next morning, he didn't even know when Yan Hongjun left.He was very sad in his heart, looking at Yang Xu flying all over the sky outside the window, but his whole body was very cold.Yin Yi brought him hot tea: "Drink some Jiejie Bar, I drank too much last night."

Jungle took a sip, his mouth full of bitterness: "The Red Army has been hit too hard this time, I'm really afraid that something bad will happen to him..."

Yin Yi interrupted him: "He just can't think about it for a while, and he will be fine after a while. Brother, you are getting older now, and your health is not as good as before. You can't drink like this anymore. It's too harmful."

Conglin shook his head, looked miserable, and showed a wry smile: "Man, that's the way it is. I just try my best to live. How many years can I live? The Red Army is in better health than me. When I was young, I was called a 'hammer'. But look at him now..."

Yin Yi became more and more frustrated when he heard Conglin's words. Seeing that his whole body was fading in the sunlight, even the contours of his body became blurred. For some reason, he felt a little flustered, and stepped forward to gently hold Conglin's hand.He didn't want to continue talking about Yan Hongjun, so he changed the subject: "I see you are fine, why don't you go abroad with me to relax, the climate is good there, suitable for older people to live in."

If it had been in the past, Jungle would have retorted loudly: "Why are you old? I'm still young! What's wrong with China, why do you have to go abroad? It's all about the peaceful evolution of imperialism!" Putting it on, he was exhausted between his gestures and gestures, without the hale and hearty appearance of the past.Yin Yi was terrified inwardly, but he didn't want to say much, he just talked about other topics slowly to calm his brother's mood.

Xu Shanlan didn't want to have another routine competition. Cong Zhanyi understood what he meant. Without Ye Qingyu, even if he won the first place, he felt that he would not be able to win.Cong Zhanyi is not too worried about this. As the saying goes, "boxing for one month, Sanda for three months, and martial arts for ten years." Sanda was originally derived from traditional martial arts. With the foundation of martial arts, changing to Sanda can get twice the result with half the effort.Before the competition, Xu Shanlan was trained for four months. Cong Zhanyi felt that it should not be a big problem to get the ranking.It's just practicing routines and driving familiarity. Xu Shanlan doesn't need to make too much preparation, he just needs to arrange a set of Changquan, and he will switch to Sanda, which is considered a new start no matter what.This is not only a challenge for Xu Shanlan, but also for Cong Zhanyi, which means that these four months must not be too easy.

Xu Shanlan hasn't slept well in the past few days. He doesn't care about anything at first, he doesn't care and does whatever he wants, but he can't see Cong Zhanyi treating others better than himself, even if he is as good as himself.But he didn't want to show it and make others laugh, so he secretly waited in the room every night.Aunt Chen thought he was tired recently, so she went into the house early to rest.In fact, Xu Shanlan was lying on the bed with his ears pricked up. When he heard the movement downstairs, he rushed from the bed to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out.

Cong Zhanyi is sometimes slightly drunk, sometimes sober, no matter what, the boy named Gong Kai is always by his side.Xu Shanlan watched the two of them walk into the light in front of the hall, casting a shadow of two standing side by side, one tall and one short.

Xu Shanlan was annoyed, she put down the curtains, lifted the quilt and got into the bed.Socializing, he thought bitterly, must have done nothing good!The clips played on TV kept dangling in front of my eyes, and when I went out to talk about business, there were no exceptions.Xu Shanlan hadn't thought about this before, it seems that senior brother should always be serious and expressionless, serious and indifferent without squinting.He thought about it and couldn't imagine what it would be like for a senior brother to hug someone else, so how could it be possible?Ever since Xu Shanlan was a child, he had never seen Cong Zhanyi doting and kind to others, not even his master Conglin and senior brother Gu Haiping.Cong Zhanyi just hugged him.

Xu Shanlan felt betrayed by Cong Zhanyi, he hated and resented, he heard light footsteps in the corridor, and angrily pulled the quilt up to cover his head.

Cong Zhanyi gently pushed open the door, and by the dim light in the corridor, he saw Xu Shanlan huddled under the quilt.With a flash of his eyes, he immediately guessed that the kid must not be asleep yet.Xu Shanlan seldom covered himself with a quilt when he slept, because he felt stuffy, and every time Cong Zhanyi came in to help him cover it tightly, lest he catch a cold.

Cong Zhanyi smiled silently, not exposing the young man's awkward tricks.As usual, he walked carefully to the bed and stood there quietly watching for a while.

Xu Shanlan was covered in sweat under the quilt, angry and impatient, cursing inwardly, but absolutely unwilling to pull down the quilt to talk to Cong Zhanyi, so he tried to keep silent, as if moving was an admission of defeat, a compromise up.

It seemed like a lifetime before he felt Cong Zhanyi pat him on the shoulder.The blow was extremely light, like a dragonfly touching water, or a dead leaf falling to the ground, but Xu Shanlan felt like being hit by an electric shock.He couldn't bear it anymore, he lifted the quilt abruptly, and looked intently, the door was just closed, how could there be anyone else in the room?

Xu Shanlan pursed her lips tightly, lay down, rubbed her cheek against the pillow, gritted her teeth and thought, sooner or later...huh! ...

Needless to say, he still didn't sleep well that night, so that he woke up the next morning dispirited and listless.Instead, Cong Zhanyi changed the time when he and Xu Shanlan got up together in the past, and practiced in the practice room early.

Cong Zhanyi did not go to Taijiquan today - that is his daily morning training method since he quit the competition - but was naked to the waist, wearing only a pair of shorts, and boxing gloves on his wrists.The late spring sunshine poured in overwhelmingly, shining on his bronze-colored back.Cong Zhanyi's back is well-muscled, wide and thick, with raised muscles and a deep groove in the middle.The upper arms are thick and strong, and seem to contain infinite strength, masculine strength.

These are things that Xu Shanlan can't compare to. His muscles are like those of a delicate little girl. He may have some, but he is definitely not as stiff and sharp as his senior brother.He watched the strength and beauty of his senior brother, and he was really envious in his heart.I couldn't help but leaned forward, stretched out my fingers and squeezed two.

Cong Zhanyi dodged for a moment, avoiding Xu Shanlan's fingers, and frowned: "What are you doing, go out, [-] meters." His tone was blunt and unquestionable.At this time, he was a master more than a senior brother, Xu Shanlan stood up straight, bowed and said: "Yes, senior brother." He secretly slandered, isn't it time for you to be intimate with that kid last night?But no matter what, he didn't dare to question him face to face, so he tied a heavy sandbag and went out for a run.

Their running route is basically fixed. They run from home to Beiling, make a big circle in Beiling Park, and then run home about [-] meters.You can't stop even when you enter the yard, just take a few steps to move your legs and feet to relax, and then jump with your hands behind your back.There is a sandpit in the yard, which is more than one meter high.In a group of twenty, there are five sets of jumps; followed by kicks, high leg lifts, cross steps, and so on.

When the basic skills are almost done, Cong Zhanyi began to practice proper Sanda with Xu Shanlan.Sanda pays attention to explosive power, confrontation, and practicality, which is absolutely different from routines that one person compares and draws alone.

The first day of training can be said to be a failure. Xu Shanlan lacks the necessary competitive spirit and blood. Most importantly, he always feels awkward when he is asked to punch and kick Cong Zhanyi.He couldn't move his hand, and the fist was fluffed out, with no speed or strength at all.In the end, Xu Shanlan felt a little discouraged, put down his arms and said, "Brother, let's stop practicing."