It snowed for a day and a night.
The next day, it was still snowing. Xu Qing got up from the bed and stood at the window. All he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness.
It had been a long time since it snowed so heavily in Jiang City. The local news had already heard about it. All kinds of headlines such as "Not seen in ten years" and "How has it been in the past ten years" filled the pages.
"So early? You can sleep a little longer. "
Xu Qing came out in his pajamas to pee. When he was about to go back to the room, the door of Jiang He's room was also opened. The girl was wearing a sweater and was about to practice martial arts with a sword.
"I can't sleep," Jiang He said.
"Habit?"
"Habit."
"It's time to change." Xu Qing shook his head and dragged the quilt back to the room. "In such a snowy day, you should hide in the quilt and lie down until noon. After lunch, you can go back to bed and lie down … That's the real enjoyment."
"…"
Jiang He didn't respond. He held his breath and prepared to make a gesture.
"Hiss … Alas."
Xu Qing went back to the quilt and let out a long sigh of relief. Although there was a heater in the room, it was not as warm as the quilt. It was a little cold to go out like this. It was much more comfortable to come back.
"Don't turn it off. Don't turn it off. Let me see if I can learn it." He shouted.
When he came back, he deliberately left the bedroom door open. The door of Jiang He's room was also open. One of them was lying on his bed and the other was standing in his room. They could see each other across the living room. Jiang He felt awkward and wanted to close the door, but this guy stopped her.
"You … you are not up yet."
"I'm just lying down for a while. I'm not naked. Aren't I wearing clothes?" Xu Qing leaned against the headboard and shook his pajamas to her. "It's okay."
Jiang He thought for a moment. It seemed that this guy often walked around in pajamas. She didn't say anything more. She turned around and readjusted her state to practice her swordsmanship.
Even Xu Qing felt the three-foot long sword was heavy. In Jiang He's hand, it was like a fake sword in the hands of an old man in the park. It looked light and weightless, but it was vigorous when she wielded it.
She didn't use any flashy feints. She just moved around in the small room with small steps, her every move swift and fierce.
Usually, Xu Qing would applaud. But today, he was quiet, holding his mobile phone and secretly taking pictures. The current Jiang He was completely different from when he was sitting in front of the computer.
One was a valiant heroine, and the other was a naive otaku.
"It would be better if you practiced outside in the snow." Seeing that Jiang He had finished a set of finishing moves, he clicked his tongue in admiration.
"They don't even need special effects. They can just take a camera and shoot a blockbuster."
Other people's photos were all fake, but his was real.
"It's cold outside."
With a clang, Jiang He sheathed his sword and rolled up his sleeves, returning to his naive look. He didn't know when he had learned this move from Xu Qing. He put his hands together like a standard farmer.
"Are you afraid of the cold?" he asked.
"It's not like I'm not afraid of the cold."
"Oh."
Xu Qing lost interest. He flipped through the photos and then crawled under the quilt, ready to take a nap.
This kind of lousy Kung Fu, it's useless not to practice it. It's better for a young master with a weak kidney to practice it …
He closed his eyes and thought. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, thought for a while, and got up from the quilt. "By the way, your Kung Fu … is it to strengthen the body?"
"Practicing Kung Fu is to strengthen the body."
Jiang He, who was about to wash up, heard his words. He turned around, rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists. "I'm much stronger than you."
"I know you can break a tree … I mean, it strengthens the body … Hmm, how strong is it?"
"Yes, it's strong."
"…"
Xu Qing licked his lips, took the mobile phone from the bedside, and opened Baidu to search for it.
A moment later.
"Teach me!"
"Hmm?"
"I think Kung Fu is a traditional culture. It's a pity that it's lost …" Xu Qing climbed out of bed, ran out, and was ready to practice Kung Fu.
"…"
Jiang He looked at him, puzzled. He didn't know why this person suddenly changed his temperament.
"Quick, I'll work hard and strive to become a master of the generation. Is this how I stand?"
Xu Qing, who was wearing pajamas and cotton slippers, put on the posture that Jiang He taught him. He looked very serious.
Kung Fu was a good thing, and so was the stance.
Unfortunately, this guy didn't live up to expectations. In less than ten minutes, his legs began to tremble, his arms sank, and his posture began to change.
"Raise your hands."
After washing up, Jiang He sat in front of the computer, eating an apple in his hand. He looked back and gave instructions.
"How long did you stand for the first time?" Xu Qing asked, trying hard to maintain his posture.
"About … the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense."
"How long is half a stick of incense? According to the minute. "
"About ten minutes."
"Huh?"
Xu Qing looked at his watch and suddenly felt discouraged. He sat down on the sofa and stretched his limbs. "Only ten minutes?"
It seemed that he was a good candidate for martial arts, not much different from Jiang He.
"It's different." Jiang He shook his head and said seriously, "I started practicing when I was young. At first, it was half a stick of incense … ten minutes. Then it increased to half an hour, then an hour. This practice lasted for more than ten years.
You started practicing martial arts late, and your foundation is very poor. You'll be out of breath after two steps … "
"Don't say anymore. I got it."
Xu Qing was speechless. According to this standard, there was no good foundation in modern times. In the past, only high-rise residential buildings had elevators. Now, even the stairs were equipped with escalators …
How long had it been since he ran?
Other than the time when he hit a tree and ran for a short distance with Jiang He, it was when he ran in the rain at the beginning of autumn … The number of times he ran in a year could be counted with two hands.
"Practicing martial arts requires that the fist never leave your hand. Kung Fu is honed bit by bit. If you want to become a master of the generation …"
"No, I don't want to. I just want to strengthen my body."
"… That's easy. You just need to stick to it." Jiang He thought for a while and nodded, "That's all for today. Stick to it every day. Soon, you will be able to stand for an hour. Then, I will teach you boxing."
"After I learn it, I can go bare-chested in the snow. Won't I feel cold?" Xu Qing asked.
He had seen people play in the snow like this. It seemed that they were quite old, swimming in the Songhua River in winter.
"Why do you have such a strange … quirk?" Jiang He couldn't understand why he wanted to run outside bare-chested, especially when it was snowing.
"No, I'm just asking. It's not strange at all."
Xu Qing shook his head. It was really just a question.
The first snow of winter was also the first day he started practicing martial arts seriously.
"Are you my master now?"
"Not really … I guess?"
"Then how about I call you aunt?"
"Huh?" Jiang He looked back, confused. He didn't understand what he meant.
"Nothing."
Xu Qing waved his hand, "Forget what I said just now."
He didn't want to lose an arm, and he didn't want Jiang He … Bah, non-existent.
He was living a comfortable and idle life.
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