Lou Cheng put down his phone and thought of the calls he had received in the past few days. He felt a little emotional and then realized something was missing. Yes, neither the Wuyue Club nor the Ice God Sect had contacted him!
Were they blocked by Master, or had they acquiesced to this situation and development?
Lou Cheng shook his head and laughed. He didn't think about it anymore and continued his moving business. He followed the rented van back and forth several times and became the main labor force today. He lifted the marble table with one hand that could only be lifted by four people. Lou Zhisheng and Qi Fang sighed that practicing martial arts was so good. Lou Yuanwei, Lou Yuanchang, and the others who came to help didn't dare to help. They could only carry some small items and dutifully cheer him on and yell "666" a few times.
When it was close to noon, Lou Cheng entered his original home again to see if he had missed anything.
The living room was mostly empty and full of junk. The cabinet, the TV, the single sofa, and the coffee table that had been used for many years were missing …
At first glance, Lou Cheng suddenly felt a sense of loss. He had a subtle feeling of leaving his hometown. In his opinion, the new home was full of unfamiliarity. Walking in it, there was no sense of familiarity. However, this was the place where he had lived for more than ten years. It was a place that was engraved into his bones. It was the home in his heart.
Sigh … He sighed and walked around the living room, half checking and half reminiscing.
He stopped at the door of the master bedroom and looked around. The wardrobe and desk were gone. Only the old clothes that his mother had finally abandoned were left on the floor.
Looking at the empty space, he pictured the big mottled bed painted with red paint. Lou Cheng's expression was a little complicated. That was the bed that his mother had given to him when he married her. It had accompanied her throughout her marriage, witnessed his birth and growth, and witnessed his learning and hard work.
When they got married, they didn't have enough resources. His mother was born in a rural family and naturally didn't have a dowry. For this reason, his omnipotent grandfather found wood and built the bed and furniture by himself, which were still in use today.
Gazing deeply at her, Lou Cheng came to the door of his room. Because the new house had bought a double bed and a sofa bed, his old bed was still quietly in the same place, just like it had been for so many years. However, the desk beside it, the bookshelf opposite it, and the wardrobe were all gone.
Thinking of his tumultuous childhood, of his myopic youth who would sneakily read novels with the lamp under his quilt at night, of his youthful holidays where he slept until noon, and of Yan Zheke lying there under the sun, of his pious and surging years of growth, Lou Cheng had a moment of unwillingness to part with this place and his "old friend".
It was like saying goodbye to a childhood friend whom he had known for many years.
'I really want to bring it to my new home …'
Lou Cheng took out his phone, took a picture of his memory, and sent it to Yan Zheke before she fell asleep.
"It seems like I don't have a home anymore …"
There was no past.
"Rub your head. When my family moved to this place, I also felt uncomfortable for a long time. Well, after two weeks, I got used to it and accepted it …" Yan Zheke sent an emoji with tears of laughter. "With Dad and Mom, I soon felt like home."
"Okay." Lou Cheng casually picked up the few old books that he didn't want before, looked around the room one last time, and quietly closed the door, bidding farewell to the home that existed in his memories for more than ten years.
Taking the elevator to the new house, he took a shower to wash away the sweat and dirt, and changed out of the stained clothes.
He reached out to wipe his hair, and white steam rose. Passing by the kitchen, Lou Cheng heard his father chatting with his grandparents in the living room, and saw his mother busily preparing the dishes.
According to the customs of Xiushan, on the first day of moving, one had to treat one's family and friends to a meal.
"Mom, why go through so much trouble? Can't you just book two tables outside?" Lou Cheng leaned against the kitchen door and said disapprovingly.
Qi Fang looked up and glared at him, not caring that he was the Heavenly Son of the age. "What's the point of not having a warm stove at home?"
"Mom, when it comes to customs, it's fine if it's convenient, but it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient. Everything should be done by yourself. Otherwise, it will become a feudal superstition." Lou Cheng persuaded again.
"You're the one who's superstitious!" Qi Fang's voice rose, then softened. "Today, there are only relatives on both sides, not many people."
"Okay, mom, I'll help you." Lou Cheng walked into the kitchen, took an apron and put it on.
"You'll help? Go, go, go. Go out and chat with your grandparents. Don't make trouble here. Your grandma and the rest will come to help later. "Qi Fang didn't look happy at all. She waved her hand disdainfully, as if she was shooing flies.
"My real mother …" Lou Cheng grabbed the knife and squeezed in front of the chopping board. "Mom, I've cooked a few meals in America. Also, people who practice martial arts have good knife skills."
"Really?" Qi Fang put down the kitchen knife and watched in surprise as her son chopped melons, vegetables, bones and meat.
"Not bad …" She praised in her heart, but that wasn't the main point. She didn't hide her curiosity and asked, "You guys really cooked in America? You were in charge? "
Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "Usually, I just cut the vegetables and Ke was in charge of cooking."
Qi Fang smiled and nodded with satisfaction. "You guys live a decent life. However, you have to take the initiative to cook some dishes. Don't let Ke do it. It's too smoky …"
She rambled on for a long time.
"Okay, I'll watch carefully later!" When Lou Cheng answered, his hands didn't stop at all. The sound of the chopping continued.
After a while, he finished preparing most of the dishes. Seeing that the countertop was full, he stopped and watched his mom cook.
"I'm studying hard!" He took a picture and sent it to Ke.
"I miss your food …" Yan Zheke, who had washed up and was lying in bed, suddenly felt hungry.
After watching for more than ten minutes, Lou Cheng volunteered to cook the familiar stir-fried beef. He handed the phone to Qi Fang and said,
"Mom, help me take a video later. Just press here and don't let go. Yes, here. It will stop by itself when you let go."
"Seriously, what's there to take …" Qi Fang muttered and aimed the phone at her son.
She couldn't understand young people nowadays. Taking videos while cooking!
"Mom, you can press the button now." Lou Cheng poured the beef into the oil and started to stir-fry.
When it was time for the side dishes, he deliberately showed off. He held the pot with one hand and threw the food like a chef. Not only that, but he also controlled his strength precisely. Sometimes he threw the word "one", sometimes he threw the word "Chuan", and sometimes it was raining flowers …
After putting the fragrant dishes on the plate, Lou Cheng took back the phone from his stunned mom and sent the video to Yan Zheke.
Not long after, the girl said with a blank expression,
"I've never seen such a boring person like you …"
What the hell is this fancy stir-frying?
Qi Fang had already come to her senses. She pushed her son out of the kitchen angrily,
"Go, go, go and play by yourself!"
She doesn't know how to appreciate … Lou Cheng spread his hands and shook his head in amusement. He walked to the living room.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of belonging to this place.
When Lou Cheng's Second Uncle, Second Aunt, and Grandma arrived and went into the kitchen to help, the "warm stove wine" was finally ready before one o 'clock. As there were many people, they were divided into two tables. One was the dining room for those who liked to drink, and the other was the coffee table, sofa, and low chairs for those who were focused on eating.
As the head of the household, Lou Zhisheng raised his wine glass and said a few words. After that, everyone congratulated him on moving into the house.
After eating and drinking, some people played mahjong, some played "Pig Trotting", some played "Fight the Landlord", some played chess, and some played online games. They had a pleasant afternoon.
After dinner, Lou Cheng's Grandpa and Grandpa were sent home by his uncle who didn't drink. His grandparents who came from Ningshui stayed in the guest room. Qi Yunfei and Chen Xiaoxiao stayed in the guest room. His aunt Qi Yan and uncle Chen Wenguo slept in the separate study. There was a sofa that could be folded into a bed.
Lou Cheng looked at the unfamiliar sofa in the living room and was speechless for a long time.
"First day in a new house and I'm going to be a 'director' again … [Covering face expression and sighing expression]" He said to his wife.
Yan Zheke, who was in class, replied with three words,
"Laugh out loud."
…
On October 3rd, Lou Cheng practiced as usual. In his spare time, he went to Qin Rui's martial arts club.
At night, he took the high-speed train back to Songcheng because the martial arts club would resume the special training the next morning.
At eight o 'clock the next day, in the martial arts arena of Songcheng University, the special training team, which had swelled to more than 20 people, finally saw Coach Lou after a long time. Some people even took photos and posted them on Weibo and WeChat Moments. They were so moved that their eyes were brimming with tears.
After finishing the preliminary training, Lou Cheng put his hands behind his back and asked everyone to come out and practice one by one.
After that, he said, "Senior Li Mao, Talker, He Zi, and Da Li, you can participate in the Professional Ranking Event at the end of October. Jin Lu, Jin Nian, you can go too. You may not pass, but it's good to have some experience."
As for the newcomer Deng Yang, he had gotten the professional ninth pin certificate before entering university.
As for the eighth pin Dan stage, he couldn't be rushed.
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