The deafening applause was even louder than the dance of the glamorous stars in Los Angeles the previous year.
"After watching such a performance, I feel so satisfied that I can even eat two more pieces of meat!"
"Exactly! This is for the men to see … "
No one knew who was the one drooling over someone else's big white * ss. Sheriff Tommy of Los Angeles rolled his eyes in disgust, but he couldn't find any rebuttal.
The curtains on the stage were slowly drawn down. The dancers, who were used to adjust the atmosphere, stepped onto the stage with their long legs and danced like a Broadway dancer.
When Qin Guan got off the stage, he clapped his hands to greet his fellow Asians.
...
Everything came to an end, and the leftovers at the front desk signaled the end of the wonderful New Year's Eve party. As a sheriff with a conscience, he naturally wouldn't do something immoral like throwing away the leftovers after using them.
He was now backstage, watching these brave men, who were mostly Asian, chatting heatedly while burying their heads in the big pot of rice provided by NYPD.
Qin Guan knew about Buddhist monks, so he ordered some vegetarian dishes from a Chinese takeaway shop.
Henry's intention was clear. He could see the possibility of a relationship between a police officer and a civilian.
Asians were conservative, so they would never turn to the police for help.
Therefore, this also made the shops opened by these Asians become the first targets of some criminals.
Coupled with the differences in language, culture, and communication methods, the police who arrived later also had a headache. Many people were afraid of retaliation, so they were not so serious about their right to pursue charges as long as they did not lose too much money.
Today, there was such an opportunity for both parties to sit down and have a deeper understanding of each other. This was a good opportunity for Director Henry.
Besides, he had something to ask of them. After seeing the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu, Henry was interested in the application of Chinese Kung Fu in actual combat.
He also felt that in terms of personal combat skills, he could learn from other schools of thought and integrate them into the police officers' daily training.
That way, he would have to discuss further cooperation with the masters of the New York Martial Arts Clubs. He hoped that he could hire them as martial arts instructors for the New York Police Department.
Qin Guan was happy to be the middleman. Chinese people loved to teach others, which was the same in every country.
For them, spreading Chinese martial arts culture to the rest of the world and letting more people know about it was the goal of these foreign martial artists.
Naturally, the husband has feelings, the concubine has feelings, in just two or three sentences, everyone was chatting happily.
Qin Guan had completed his annual task. He could finally return to his hometown in the cold winter at the end of 2003 and enjoy the Chinese New Year.
Although they had just returned to China, it was tempting for them to spend a comfortable New Year in their old home during the traditional festival.
At that time, China was open to the outside world, so they didn't need to bring the so-called local specialties back with them. Therefore, they easily changed planes at the airport of the capital and flew to Y City.
It was the small seaside town where he had been born and raised.
It was a small city with a slow pace and a slow life.
...
The first thing a wanderer would do after returning home was greet his relatives and friends.
As a popular star in Y City, Qin Guan's return became a source of pride for his parents and relatives.
In that small town, people could get to know each other through two or three friends. Qin Guan's return was like boiling water under a pot lid.
The Zhang family treated Qin Guan, then the Li family. This went on for three or four days. Qin Guan's skin was peeled off before he finally settled down.
When a person calmed down, the easiest thing to do was to reminisce about the past, the once brilliant and soaring youth.
There were only a few places in Y City that represented their youth: Nanshan Park, where they would go for an outing at school, the White Seashore, where they would flirt with girls, the Southwest River Market, and the Zhenhua Commercial Building.
The Zhenhua Commercial Building, and the Zhenhua Commercial Building were all places full of students' memories.
Qin Guan, who considered himself an artistic youth, wanted to join hands with Cong Nianwei and start from the school where they had fallen in love.
In 2004, it was a new day and a new beginning. He was holding his lover's hand around his waist, and the old bicycle he had dragged out of his shed the day before was under his feet.
It was a new day and a new beginning. He was holding his lover's hand around his waist, and the old bicycle he had dragged out of his shed the day before was under his feet.
The winter wind was blowing on his face, but his heart was as warm and beautiful as March. The sign "No. 1 Middle School" was getting closer and closer to them.
Closer … Huff … Closer … Huff.
"I say, Wei Zi …"
"Yes?"
"Let's talk about something."
"Yes?"
"Get off first. I can't pedal anymore. Hurry up! It's going to fall!"
Qin Guan's long legs supported the steep slope, which he had struggled on for many years. He had failed to lead his team up the slope.
"You're not strong enough. You're not as strong as before. "
"I just can't stand it. I've never taken you to school before, have I? There's a gunny bag on the back seat, and it's weighing more than 50 kilograms. "
"Besides, from a dynamic point of view, it's not an exaggeration to call this slope a slope. It's almost 45 degrees."
"Back then, when I climbed a slope alone, coupled with my sprinting speed when I was on flat ground, am I right …?"
Cong Nianwei looked at his serious face. The closer they got to her school, the more childish he became.
"Yes, you're right. What are you waiting for? Let's push it! "
"Oh, by the way, the bicycle is not good either. It doesn't have a variable speed controller."
Are you done?
Of course, it wasn't over yet … The two of them strolled around the school field in boredom under the watchful eyes of the security guard at the gate. Then, they left with their tails between their legs.
The two of them were no longer young people, and one of them had even wrapped himself up like a robber. It was too eye-catching to poke around on the campus before the holidays.
After the third time, they ran away with Cong Nianwei. They even forgot to visit the cafeteria of the No.1 Middle School, which he loved so much that he didn't even want to go back.
The first stop of the memory of youth: campus. Acting cool failed.
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