Abyss Express

Let's just briefly mention the small episodes in life, which are not what Jiang Xueming cares about.

It's like Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction"-eating popcorn and drinking Coke in a movie theater, listening to lines that seem like nonsense, but are not necessarily nonsense, the passage of time always It is accompanied by a variety of montage shots.

If you remember, we were twenty hours ago, and the camera just stopped on Ayumi's pajamas.

Her breasts are half exposed, her eyes are like silk, and the lily fragrance of the shower gel is revealed in the pink long dress. She has just taken a bath, and her skin is white and rosy.

The idea in this bad sister's heart is simple but not simple.

She thought, her son is really discerning, not only can he bring back a thoughtful, quick-witted emotional liar from outside.

He can also lure back a dull guy who looks like a movie star.

To be honest—in order to get along with her son, she did a good job of studying what the second dimension is, and she just caught up with the latest episode of "One Piece".

This young man named Xue Ming doesn't seem to know how powerful his [Face Fruit]'s superpower is.

Aunt Mei thought carefully for a while, just for a short while.

Her baby has no ambition since she was a child, so she can grow up happily and live freely, which is the most gratifying thing for her.

Now I finally have a goal, have a big brother, and want to open a store, which is a great thing.

There are so many good-looking people in the world, I am not short of this one, am I?

——According to this statement, this immoral thing is regarded as taking love with a knife. I am afraid that my son will be sad for a long, long, long time, and will remember my mother for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Aunt Mei dropped her offensive stance.

She became knowledgeable again, just pressing the music play button on the multimedia panel of the smart home.

"I have an unfeeling request, little brother"

"If I can help, I will try my best. But" Jiang Xueming felt very embarrassed, he didn't know what Aunt Mei was thinking——

——Most of these rich and powerful families are happy people, and the daily life is completely incomprehensible.

People have a lot of material resources, which can be exchanged for all kinds of strange life experiences.

Xueming only hoped that Aunt Mei's request would not be too outrageous.

Aunt Mei stood up and turned around.

"Come dance with me!"

The brisk and enthusiastic piano sound came from the stereo in the front hall.

The tune is very retro.

"You Never Can Tell" - Pulp Fiction·Film Soundtrack.

Xue Ming was expressionless, twisting his waist on the mini stage.

Aunt Mei is Pingting Miaomiao, wearing sunglasses and shaking her head to keep up with the rhythm.

Comparing to scissorhands, they look like a pair of swans courting, waving their arms and hips to the music.

Ah Xing and Bai Lu sat under the stage, eating popcorn and drinking Coke.

The two children chatted one after another, completely unable to understand.

"Does my mommy want to turn Brother Ming into her little lover?"

"No, it is said that the son follows the mother, but there is no such thing as a mother following the son?"

"What does it mean?"

"Mental retardation is not hereditary."

"I suspect you are scolding me."

"Be bold and remove the word I doubt."

"Why are you hurting me?"

"Because I get close to my aunt, I know that my aunt is a warm-hearted and kind person. Do you know how difficult it is to be a good person? You can't be a good person if you are stupid! Don't worry, my aunt will not force my brother to do it." What a weird thing!"

"That's right. For so long, Mommy has no intention of getting married or having a second child. She is protecting me and herself."

"Maybe this is the trouble of the rich."

Ah Xing threw the popcorn and it landed in Bai Lu's mouth.

Bai Lu threw the popcorn into Ah Xing's mouth.

The golden partners toasted and clinked, and drank a sip of happy water from the fat house.

The children in the audience were talking about life.

The big friends on stage were chatting about having fun.

In the middle of the passionate twist dance, Ayumi and Xueming chatted nonsense.

"Does my son care about you?"

"Auntie, I don't know what he thinks, but I care about him."

"Are you interested in taking care of him with me? He's not worried."

"When it comes to taking care of this matter, Ah Xing and I have always taken care of each other, auntie."

"Call me sister, you are old."

"I have a partner, arranged by the elders, and I also regard you as my elder."

"Oh!~ That is to say, I almost took two loves with a knife?"

"I hope Auntie can understand. You shouldn't be short of fun?"

"Hey, what's the matter, let's talk about it after dancing?"

"Is this dance important?"

"You don't seem to have a relationship with a girl?"

"Uh yes"

"Do you want my sister to teach you how to be an adult?"

"Is this dance important?"

"It doesn't matter to you, but I feel happy! I like to dance with good-looking young boys."

"Just dancing?"

"What else? Marry and have children with these good-looking boys? Have more babies?"

"This is my blind spot of knowledge, Aunt Mei, can't you ask me? I don't know!"

"The story always likes to talk about the love between men and women, but it never talks about the princess and the prince getting married. How to live after having fun, right?"

"That's the way it is said."

"Sometimes when the children are out to pick up the takeaway, the drink that comes with the meal."

"For you, Ah Xing shouldn't count?"

"Yes, when I saw this baby, it fell from me and was delivered to my arms from the doctor in the delivery room. I was worried every day, thinking about how to write a will."

Speaking of this, Aunt Mei's mood became depressed.

"After writing the will, you have to grow old. When you grow old, you have half a foot in the coffin. When you step into the coffin, you will see my little baby weeping. I don't want him to be sad. If you want to have fun, you have to With self-knowledge, I am too busy taking care of a baby."

Auntie Mei became energetic again, and she smiled, with the lively and cheerful meaning of Ah Xing, and more of softness and strength.

"This son is a gift from heaven to me. He taught me, a silly fifteen-year-old girl, to grow up quickly. He wants me to live in a well-behaved manner and not be trapped by love anymore. How can I be willing to hurt him?"

"It's a good thing, Auntie."

"Please, just in this dance, can you call me sister? Only in this dance? I promise that at other times, I will be a good mother."

"Sister." Xue Ming pursed her lips, feeling very embarrassed.

Ayumi seized the right time, and took a group photo with her arms around Xueming's shoulders with the step of co-patterning.

The curled up corner of her mouth and the expression of squinting and discharging are all exactly the same as Ah Xing.

It's like saying.

[Clang clang clang! This is the kid I just met! ]

Xueming only felt kindness——

——I can no longer feel that aggressive and oppressive feeling from my aunt.

It's just that in the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He clearly saw——Auntie Mei sent the photos to the [Rich Women Club] in the WeChat group, bluffing and deceiving and talking nonsense, followed by a flood of new information, some asked for a phone number, some had a broken computer at home Some asked someone to fix it, some had sewer pipes connected, some hired gardeners to trim flowers and plants, and the hourly wages offered were all so outrageous that Xue Ming wanted to call the police directly.

Auntie Mei just gave a sneaky look, her eyebrows and eyes were like fiery red roses waiting to bloom, and she replied along the lyrics of the music.

"c'est la vie!"

[this is life! ]

Just this one dance—

——Ayumi is already satisfied.

She has many, many small dance partners, but very few people who are in tune with each other.

There are many unruly hands and feet, trying to get more from the rich woman and her family.

Most of the good brothers of the Hung Hom Metropolitan Police Department can get these ignorant boys and life buoys in Victoria Harbour.

Aunt Mei often dances with her son. This kind of ritual will bring her back to the age of fifteen, eating high-calorie desserts, gulping down Coke, and then having a cold stomach for several days.

She felt that the kid Jiang Xueming was very compatible with, and a few times, she even wanted to break the rules, but she knew from the look in the kid's eyes that he was not an easy person to deal with.

From the beginning of the music to the end.

From the beginning of the dance to the end.

This person never looked away, and kept all his attention in the eye contact, just like a very professional actor, who turned all his enthusiasm into the energy of business service, and danced wholeheartedly. Besides, I never looked at other places——

——After the dance, Ayumi returned to the room, opened her arms in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and took a good look at her figure. For a moment, she even felt that there was something wrong with Xueming's sexual orientation, and she felt a sense of frustration in her heart.

Jiang Xueming squeezed between Bai Lu and Meteor——

——He took out the snack paper tubes of the two of them and stuffed popcorn into his mouth, still with the expressionless expression on his face.

Ah Xing muttered softly: "Brother Ming, don't be angry. My mommy is very rude. Just like me, when she sees something nice, she will go up to it and smell it. If you don't lick it, it will be a loss."

Jiang Xueming's hand holding the popcorn was trembling. He said frankly, "I'm not angry. I'm scared."

Bai Lu: "What are you afraid of? Brother?"

Jiang Xueming snatched the Coke cup from his younger sister's hand, took a sip and described: "Just now on the stage, Aunt Mei looked like a tiger, she wanted to hug me, and it was impossible for me to beat her, Ah Xing, I I understand what you said about fighting the landlord. It is a very brain-consuming thing. I want to exercise here and continue to live in this villa. Bailu will go to school. Auntie Mei keeps silent about the wine cellar. I owe her—then I have to make her happy and not cross that red line, this matter is very difficult."

Bu Meteor had an idea: "It sounds like a good way to exercise your mental strength."

Jiang Xueming felt very difficult: "Uh, do I have to dance with my aunt every day?"

Bu Meteor: "Otherwise?"

"Continue to open, brother." Bai Lu patted her brother on the shoulder: "What else? Apart from your face and superpowers, what else can you do to please others? Can you be regarded as a high-quality product that is exchanged at equal value?"

The fun is over--

- It's time to get down to business.

But there is nothing more to write about.

When we cut the playlist to Rocky's "Eye of the Tiger", we can imagine the story version of a few montage shots.

Jiang Xueming shoots and boxes in the morning, and lifts weights in the afternoon.

From thumping targets, to thumping punch targets.

Step by step, step by step.

Never slacked off, never made a mistake.

The teacher changed one after another——

——From the well-known Wing Chun gym in Hung Hom to the young masters invited from Foshan, Guangdong.

——Go to the military and police barracks to exchange mixed martial arts, and before the sun has fully risen, dance the big rope to pull the tires.

Xueming and Meteor are like two pieces of cast iron. On the shooting range, in the octagonal cage, anywhere, when adjusting breathing, when exhausted and showing a painful expression, it is the roar of the casting hammer falling on the steel.

Auntie Mei didn't understand whether her son was going to open a coffee shop, or was he pretending to open a coffee shop and found a Robin who looked like a professional killer as a partner to become Batman.

After all, the territory of HK has always enjoyed the reputation of the Little Gotham of the East.

After returning home from a trip, the first thing she did was ask someone to investigate the details of the two siblings, but she found nothing, and she was relieved later.

——As time goes by, they look more and more beautiful, and dance better and better. In the photos posted in the rich women's club, she can hear the jealousy of her good sisters through the cold mobile phone screen. Who doesn't like howling?

One hundred and twenty days passed—

——Jiang Xueming ushered in the last teacher.

An unrestricted fighting heavyweight player recommended by Li Zongzhu.

The teacher followed Mr. Zongzhu into the Bu's courtyard, and saw several familiar colleagues admiring flowers and drinking tea at the stone table in the courtyard, all of them looked like health experts.

The new teacher asked, "What's going on?"

"They've been sucked dry. They're recovering." Zong Zhu grinned, "My two students are too physically fit. These masters in Chuanwu Boxing Gym can't stand that set of scientific training methods. Old Zhao, you can definitely do it, yes." ?"

The new Mr. Zhao is a bit hypocritical——

—He looked towards the equipment area.

It can be seen from a distance that two young people are dancing ancient stone knives and doing strength training. The gymnastics in their hands look good. According to traditional folk customs-this set of knives dancing gymnastics is from the Ming and Qing dynasties. A product of introversion made during the military examinations.

Why do you say involution?

Because the equipment used for dancing swords weighs 120 catties, and the heaviest weapons in the battle formation, such as turning knives, guns, and halberds, only weigh more than 30 catties. The scientific examination questions for dancing stone knives are completely unnecessary. Officials look at it.

The new Mr. Zhao caught a glimpse of this scene and felt a sense of insanity. Is this asking him to teach boxing? Still come to archaeology?

But for a little while—

——Jiang Bailu hugged her brother's magic wand with difficulty, and handed the sword-shaped stick to Xue Ming's hand.

After four months.

Xue Ming was finally able to swing the stick naturally.

He could feel it—every tendon in his body was finally able to control the balance of the wand after a lot of hard work.

On the rubber floor of the equipment place, this heavy and tamped stick began to dance.

The two-handed sword movement with the wind and the spirit of attack and defense made the new Mr. Zhao fascinated.

"This young man is from Jiaodong? Has he practiced two-handed swords for a long time? His movements have the shadow of Mr. Yu Chenghui, and he can use a little bit of a sword? That posture of stepping through the door and piercing the throat is a murderous technique! Isn't this Gymnastics!"

Li Zongzhu showed a kind smile: "You will understand after you go to the boxing ring with him and fight heart-to-heart."

Six hours later—

——Ms. Zhao rushed into the teahouse, and ran into two old friends, Lao Liu and Lao Li.

The new teacher was pale, with a few fist marks on his face, sat down at the table in a hurry with dry mouth, and snatched Li Zongzhu's teapot.

Teacher Zhao's expression was tense, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying monster, and his whole body was not well.

"What monster did you find for me to train?"

Li Zongzhu: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything we can help you with?"

"No! Don't you feel scared when you fight with them?" Teacher Zhao's hand holding the teacup was shaking: "I'm 1.88 meters, 96 kilograms, and my punching strength is about 430 pounds. .Who did you find for me? What data did they have when they went for the physical examination?"

Li Zongzhu was very calm: "Don't worry, we won't be afraid."

Teacher Zhao went on to say: "I was just now! The third round! I was punched and KO!"

Teacher Liu became serious, as if angry, "Which one hit you? Why is he so rude?"

Teacher Zhao waved his hand, a little mad.

"It's not which one! It's the two of them once. Both are in the third round, and the rhythm is exactly the same. UFC rules and protective equipment are complete"

Li Zongzhu poured tea for Mr. Zhao, and wanted to ask the details: "How did they do it?"

Teacher Zhao explained nervously: "I learned MMA from Mr. Kimura, and my ancestor is Bruce Lee. As a result, both of them know Jeet Kune Do? And you said you only know a little bit?"

Teacher Liu coughed twice: "Cough, I don't know how to fight, so I won't interrupt, you guys talk."

"Liu Baoquan, look clearly! It's not a matter of fighting or not!" Teacher Zhao growled hysterically, "That short one has a punch speed of 18.7! That tall one, the third in the gym, has a total of five hundred and fifty One kilogram, more than twice as strong as mine! Tell me honestly, are these two humans?"

Li Zongzhu nodded: "Understood, you continue to talk."

"They ran on me crazily in the first round. They used the same tricks in the ring. The tall ones directly used their height advantage to block me with alternate steps. They were faster and fiercer than me. I only cared about being beaten. The short one just started doing samba steps in my wingspan." Teacher Zhao described vividly: "In the third round, I couldn't stand this kind of onslaught, and I always wanted to find a chance to weaken the opponent's hip and hip joints. , Weakened their fighting power, just as the shoes left the ground, I lost my center of gravity, and then I lost consciousness, all of a sudden”

Li Zongzhu covered his mouth.

Teacher Zhao: "What are you laughing at?"

Li Zongzhu: "I think of happy things."

Liu Baoquan: "No, let's talk about the teaching commission. The two people you mentioned, are they good?"

"It's not a question of whether you're good or not!" Teacher Zhao didn't think these two students were human beings at all: "They really are... the rare kind——"

Mr. Zhao recalled the speed and strength in the boxing ring, that kind of fighter created by scientific fitness methods, and his expression became intoxicated and psychedelic.

"——The short one's shots are like bullets, and the tall one's floor skills are like a giant python hunting. See what she looks like"

Li Zongzhu: "Hahahahahaha."

"You are too deceitful! I have tolerated you for a long time!" Mr. Zhao slapped the table and stood up.

The last dance is done.

Aunt Mei and the children packed their bags together.

She and Bai Lu are going to take advantage of the winter vacation to go to Mount Fuji to see the snow scene and soak in the hot springs.

Xueming and Meteor are going to board the train and go to another place to soak in hot springs.

"It's time to go."

Jiang Xueming's hair has grown back, much more, like Junior Feng in the Hong Kong manga "Feng Yun".

But his senior brother Bu Meteor is not Bu Jingyun, he is not a god of death who does not cry - he looks like a god of death crying when he bids farewell to Mommy.

Ah Xing carried the luggage, waved his hand, and said goodbye to the distant bus.

"Mommy! Have a safe trip! Come back early!"