Amnesia Guide Of A Mermaid

Zhuang Yan glanced at Mr. Wen. He had nothing more to say. The Wen family was too big to be able to move for the time being.

He passed by Mr. Wen and never looked back.

The young man who followed Mr. Wen stared at Zhuang Yan's back for a while, puzzled, and asked, "Dad, who is he?"

"It's just an unimportant person."

Mrs. Wen thought that she would be very excited to see the child who was not growing up next to her and Mr. Wen. She might even be crying out of breath, but when she really saw the child, Mrs. Wen ’s emotions were not imagined The volatility in Zhong is so big that it didn't even hit Zhuang Yan when she saw it.

Zhuang Yan is really like his own. Many times they do n’t need to introduce people, they can see at a glance that the two of them are mother and son.

But it is not. Zhuang Yan is just a shield and a stand-in.

Although the emotion was not as exciting as expected, Mrs. Wen walked over with a smile, took the young man ’s hand, and asked his name softly, his age, what he was doing now, and his attitude was the first time than Zhuang Yan. When I came to Wenjia, I didn't know how many there were.

Mr. Wen raised his head and looked at Wen Yuyao standing not far away, looking at the three of them, without speaking or coming, he asked, "Yu Yao, what do you think?"

Wen Yuyao shook his head and didn't speak. He just thought that this young man hadn't been with Zhuang Yan and Mrs. Wen more like a biological mother and son. Will they find the wrong person?

"Yushun went to school and came back at night. Both of you are children of the Wen family. You must get along well."

"I know." The youth nodded and said with a smile.

Mrs. Wen had some good feelings for the youth, but there was still no way to raise too many emotions to face him. All her bad emotions seemed to be given to Zhuang Yan.

It is really strange that she can pretend to be a famous lady in front of everyone. Only when facing Zhuang Yan, she can't restrain her negative emotions.

When she first saw Zhuang Yan, she almost collapsed and could only tell herself again and again in her heart that this was not her child.

On the one hand, it is indeed because in the messages given by Mr. Wen, Zhuang Yan behaved too savagely and violently, and it was difficult for parents to like it. On the other hand, Zhuang Yan's childhood was too miserable. Mrs. Wen couldn't accept that she had suffered so much for her children because of her mistakes. It was also a kind of self-protection for her.

In the evening, Wen Yushun came back from school, and they all had a happy meal for a whole family, and no one mentioned Zhuang Yan's annoying fellow.

It was only in the middle of the night that Mrs. Wen was awakened by a nightmare and frightened with cold sweat. The moonlight spilled in through the window and her face was pale as paper.

Mr. Wen, who was sleeping next to her, woke up with her, took her shoulders, and asked her softly, "What's wrong? Why are you still having nightmares when the children are back? Was Zhuang Yan scared during the day?"

Mrs. Wen shook her head: "I don't know. In my dream, I saw the child sinking in the sea. I wanted to rescue him, but I was helpless. I could only watch him sink to the bottom of the sea a little bit, and disappeared from me. "

"You think too much." Mr. Wen patted Mrs. Wen's back gently.

Mrs. Wen sniffed her nose and asked Mr. Wen: "Are you sure that it is our child?"

"If you don't worry, I will find someone to do a paternity test later."

"But if it's not our child, where would that child be?" I don't know why, Mrs. Wen's head suddenly appeared in Zhuang Yan's face, and tears rolled from her eyes. She raised her head and forced the tears back. .

"I am to Zhuang Yan ..." Mrs. Wen choked with a voice, "Is it a bit excessive?"

"Do you want to return the medicine you got?"

Mrs. Wen shook her head: "It was left to Yu Shun. He was not in good health during this time. I always worry about what will happen."

"Then you don't think so much, you are too tired during this time, take a good rest."

Mrs. Wen hummed softly and lay back on the bed.

Mr. Wen gently hugged Mrs. Wen, and his mind kept flashing what Zhuang Yan was talking about today. He couldn't help worrying, what could this person do if the dog jumped off the wall and made something.

...

After Zhuang Yan left from Wen's house on the same day, he called Zhou Fei and went to the Hengdao Boxing Gym. When the boxer Baozi of Zhuang Yan saw Zhuang Yan coming, he trot all the way from the front desk, as if rushing out of the cage The second Erha, he almost did not throw his tongue out.

He rushed to Zhuang Yan, hugged him one by one with his hands, crying and said, "Boss, I thought you were really dead? I gave you thousands of small candles on the forum. Coach Zhou yesterday Tell me you are alive, I can't believe it. "

Zhuang Yan raised his hand and touched the head of the bun. The full name of the bun was Bao Yi. It is said that he cried very loudly when he was born, so he got such a name. He was three years younger than Zhuang Yan. He came to see him as his brother.

Baozi complained to Zhuang Yan crying: "Boss, you don't know how the gang said you on the forum. I tore them with them all day and night, fighting with them for 300 rounds without losing. , The scene was really dark clouds, the rain was torrential, the river was overturned ... "

Zhuang Yan nodded, interrupted the bun, and asked, "How is the result?"

With a long sigh, Baozi sighed with unrequited loneliness on his face, and replied: "I was titled this morning by the altar master."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Zhou Fei snorted next to him, raised his hand and tapped on the top of the bun: "You must have this spirit in punching, maybe the current gold belt winner is you."

Baozi quickly shook his head. He couldn't bear the hard training before he left there. He asked the family for some money and opened the boxing gym.

There are only a few young people in the boxing gym facing the sandbags or practicing or venting their emotions. In the empty training room, boxing gloves collide with the sandbags to make a loud noise, and there are two pairs of people standing on the stage to mark a fight.

Zhou Fei's eyes swept over these young people, shaking his head constantly, he finally fixed on the bun: "Just come."

"I?"

"Can it be done?" Zhou Fei asked Zhuang Yan.

"can."

Baozi scratched his head: "Then I will come."

As soon as they saw someone coming to challenge the buns, the people in the boxing hall put down their exercises and gathered around, trying to see who was so afraid of death.

Although Baozi withdrew from the boxing team, he was considered a talented one, but he was not too hard-working. He is definitely a top-notch presence among these amateur boxers. He usually coaches these young people. For young people, someone who dares to challenge their buns coach is simply overwhelming.

Zhuang Yan withdrew from boxing and entered the gym as a coach and then kept medium and long hair. Sometimes he also curled his hair, making him look less like a boxer now, but more like an artist, so boxing None of the so many people in the museum recognized him.

"Who is that kid? If you come up, you will play with the host,"

"I don't know, it looks familiar."

"Huh, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, so let the owner give him a color."

"Does he think it's a bully to look at the younger owner of the library, he has to pick someone who is not good?"

...

These people kept whispering under the stage, and they were not very optimistic about Zhuang Yan. After all, this person's dressing and dressing did not seem to be a serious punch, and it was estimated that there were few moves under the hands of the owner of the package library.

The curator ’s resume is about to add another glorious record, and several young people ca n’t wait to go on stage to play for the curator twice.

The buns on the stage knew that Zhuang Yan hadn't punched anyone in a long time. He had an injury in his waist, and he didn't expect much practice.

"That boss, I'll be more careful in a moment, you're sure that there is no problem with your waist injury."

Zhuang Yan yelled, took off his camel long trench coat, put his boxing gloves down, and the red gloves set off his half-wrist exposed to be extremely white. This person looked less like a punch.

The audience under the stage shook their heads, and almost no boos let Zhuang Yan quickly step down.

"I won't say the rules, you two haven't forgotten," Zhou Fei nodded, Zhou Fei compared a gesture, then counted down three to one, and quickly backed away to give the space to both of them.

Baozi took the lead, his momentum was very ample, with a blast of wind, calling straight in the direction of Zhuang Yan's nose. The audience watched this scene and couldn't help clapping, cheering for the buns, cheering for the buns. Unusual, this little white face immediately had to ask for forgiveness.

However, the reality is quite different from what they imagined. Zhuang Yan dodges to the right side, and at the same time squats to make a lower hook and hit the lower abdomen of the bun.

Zhuang Yan found that during the buns confrontation, his skills seemed to be more flexible than before without the resistance of the sea water. Not only that, but during that time on the seabed, he trained a different sense of hearing and a sixth sense, making him Can better predict the opponent's action in the next.

The audience looked at the changes on the stage in surprise, blinking a little and couldn't believe it, how did Zhuang Yan take the lead in scoring?

Let the blind cat meet the dead mouse.

Baozi was hit by Zhuang Yan but he was very happy. His attitude was a little more serious than before. His eyes were much brighter when he looked at Zhuang Yan. The two men tried each other for a period of time. A straight punch rushed over, the bun hugged the fist frame to block, and then dived to get rid of Zhuang Yan's entanglement, but Zhuang Yan seemed to anticipate his movements early, and a swing fist scored another point.

Baozi was forced to retreat to the corner of the boxing ring. This position was very unfavorable to him. At this time, the audience had no sound, and they watched this wonderful game on the stage intently.

There are only opponents on the ring, not friends.

Zhuang Yan's face was as thick as water, and his expression was serious and even indifferent. He didn't mean to release water at all. A heavy fist was rushing away from the bun's chin. The power of this fist was huge. The jab fell like a raindrop on the bun's face. The bun had no power to parry and wanted to avoid it several times, but Zhuang Yan would follow him no matter where he went.

Baozi bent over and tried to escape, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a straight fist rushing towards his face. The grey eyes of the master's fist seemed to be burning.

The bun took this punch, and finally couldn't support it. He fell heavily on the ground, making a dull sound, echoing in the training room.

ended?

ended!

Someone glanced down at the time, forty-seven seconds, not even one round, the bag owner they admired was knocked down on the ground.

There was no sound in the training room for a while, and everyone stared blankly at Zhuang Yan on the boxing ring.

The sun was shining from behind him, and the man with medium and long hair stood on the stage, revealing a smile belonging to the winner, and dazzling incomparably.

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