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The cold was finally gone, and Li He was full of energy again. The feeling of regaining control of his body was so good.
He got up early and ran three laps along the stone path in the front and back yard. He was sweating and still had strength.
Li He found an old blanket and tied it to a thick old elm tree. He began to kick the tree. His feet hurt, and he began to hit the tree with his elbows and fists.
After a while, he was full of energy.
Li He had not learned any serious martial arts. After working in the unit, he began to practice martial arts with the guards for a few days out of a boy's martial arts complex.
In the end, the guards said that his body was stiff and his reaction was slow, and he was not made for martial arts.
Li He was a little disappointed.
Later, a guard gave him a bad idea. He said that no matter how much he practiced, it would be better to practice something practical.
The guard pointed to the tree in the courtyard and said, "You have nothing to do. Every day, you kick the tree a few hundred times, hit it a few hundred times. After a year, your reaction, speed, strength, and resistance to beatings will improve."
Li He, "Aren't you fooling me?"
The guard said, "I'm serious. Do you think strength, speed, or technique is better?" If you were suddenly strangled by the neck, pressed to the ground, and slapped in the face, if you could not panic, your hands did not tremble, your legs did not go soft, and your brain could still think and instinctively fight back, you would be a master. The other side of three to five hooligans would be a piece of cake.
In the end, the guard said, "You are not good at flexibility and coordination. You should hurry to practice speed and strength."
Li He was fooled like this. With the dream of martial arts, he walked in the small park every day, kicking and hitting for more than 20 years.
In addition, he learned a few tricks. Pinching people was really a piece of cake.
Of course, Li He's principle of fighting was still adhering to the principle that if there was a brick, not a stool, and if there was a stool leg, not an empty hand.
Therefore, the small park was full of old men and women kicking trees early in the morning. It was not without reason. Even if they could not become martial arts masters, at least they could make their legs sweat and prevent joint diseases such as rheumatism.
Of course, fights in daily life were not like what was shown in the movies.
In fact, due to physical limitations, most small-scale violent conflicts would end in less than ten seconds, and most of the hits would be on the head, the only difference being whether the fists or the feet were used.
A good body was very important to a person. Therefore, even though Li He knew that he could not become a martial arts master, he still decided to pick up what he had lost in the past.
In the end, Li He took a shower and changed his clothes.
She heard the sound of the faucet in the kitchen. When she entered the house, she saw that there was nothing wrong with the faucet. It couldn't be turned off and kept dripping water.
Li He turned off the main valve and found a wrench to turn on the faucet. He found the bottle cap and hefted it with a leather ring. It only took him a few minutes to get it done.
When he arrived at the living room, Fu Xia had already set up the bowls and chopsticks.
Fu Xia filled a bowl of porridge for Li He. "Brother Li, you're really good. I couldn't fix the faucet no matter how hard I tried. Here's a salted egg, the oil is dripping. "
"Where's your uncle? Why did he go out so early again?" Old Man Li went out early and came back late every day. Occasionally, he would bring back one or two small items to show off to Li He.
From the sister-in-law of Emperor Yang of Sui to the eighth aunt of Yuan Datou, Li He talked about it in circles for Li He.
Li He did not care about the history behind these things. He asked how much they were worth. Obviously, the two of them did not have a common topic.
"Uncle said he was going to breed dogs." Fu Xia seemed to be embarrassed to say it halfway.
"What?" Li He seemed to have heard it wrong. It was only for breeding pigs. There were dogs everywhere on the street. There was no need to go out.
Maybe it was to ensure the purity of the bloodline.
"Uncle said it himself. Go to the South Gate."
Li Hecai noticed that Fu Xia's face was a little more moist, and her eyes were a lot brighter. Not only was she full of spirit, but there was also a trace of unconcealable happiness between her brows.
Li He gulped down the porridge, licked the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, and cracked open a salted duck egg.
When he saw the egg yolk, a clear butter suddenly came out. Afraid that it would drip, Li He stuffed it into his mouth. It was a little salty, so he only bit half of it and put the other half back into the bowl.
Li He had never been elegant when eating. Sometimes, he consciously wanted to correct it. He wanted to chew slowly instead of wolfing it down. In the end, he found that it was difficult to correct the hidden meaning.
"My dream is to eat meat every day when I grow up."
If an irrelevant truth could be counted as a dream, then the gap between dreams and reality was too small.
He wasn't really gluttonous. It was probably because he couldn't get enough to eat in the early days, so he kept satisfying his appetite and was unconsciously trapped in the most basic human desire.
After wiping his mouth, he pushed the bowl on the table. "Okay, you stay at home and watch the door. I'll go to school and come back for lunch."
"Brother Li, your pants are torn. How about changing? I'll mend this one for you." Fu Xia pointed at Li He's pants.
Li He looked down and saw that his pants were torn from stepping on the canvas soles for a long time. He smiled and said, "No need."
Li He rode his bicycle to school, mainly to see if there was any letter from Zhang Wanting in the school's mail room. It had been a long time since his letter was sent, and according to the time, it should be about time for her to reply.
During the summer vacation, there were still groups of students going in and out of the towering gate of the university.
A few security guards were hanging around the gate.
The school's mail room was a dilapidated Soviet-style building. The exterior was covered with a thick layer of cement and the floor was also cement. It was full of potholes and could be used as a pinball hole.
The door of the mail room was still open. Even though the students were on vacation, there were still the leaders of the family area. Daily newspapers and documents had to be delivered.
Li He entered the room and greeted, "Big sister, I'm looking for my letter."
A big sister in a short-sleeved uniform asked, "Where did it come from?"
"From Ukraine."
The big sister took out a cardboard box and turned it upside down. All the letters were piled up on the broken desk in the room. "The international letters are all here. Look for them yourself. Once you find them, come to me to register. Did you bring your student ID?"
Li He nodded and continued to look for the letters.
As he rummaged through the books, he saw many postcards from the United States, France, Australia, Vietnam, and all sorts of other places.
Some were in Chinese, some were in English, and some even used code words. It was just a bunch of numbers, a book, a certain number of pages and lines, find the word and put it together.
After all, it was someone else's postcard. Li He only read a few words when he flipped through it.
He didn't look at the pictures on the back of the postcard, but the various things written on the postcard.
"Greetings from the free heaven, I'm waiting for you here." This one was from America.
"Breathtakingly beautiful." This one was from New Zealand.
"My love for you will never change." This one was from Sid.
Li He flipped through a lot of letters and also a lot of postcards. In the end, he didn't give up and flipped through them again, but he still couldn't find his letter.
Li He could only sigh. It seemed that Zhang Wanting hadn't replied to him yet.
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