I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

"What, Father? Are you going to accept me as an apprentice?"

I was quite curious. I didn't expect the plot in the martial arts novel to happen to me.

Father shook his head.

"No, I don't accept apprentices. Don't ask me who my name is. I just teach you two tricks. You can learn as much as you like. Don't call my master, or call my father."

Regardless of whether this old man is in a perfect career, his temper is really a bit of a worldly high-profile.

"Then, Father, you won't let me ask your name, I can understand. But who are you going to teach Kung Fu, are you not interested at all? We are not netizens, at least let me tell my real name. What?"

The old man raised a big hand all over the old man and prevented me from continuing.

"You don't have to say that you will be flying in the future, and I don't expect you to give me a long face. If you don't make a fuss about the news, I will save you trouble."

The words are on the radio on the bench. "I have always listened to the news from the radio. If you look at the TV, I don't want to recognize you."

"Well, I try to do less big cases, and I can't fight for TV... No, no! Father, don't take me in the ditch! You have to teach me Kung Fu, usually have a name for me?"

"Well, then let's just say the last name."

"Okay, my name is Ye..."

"Is the leaf of the leaves? Then I will call you a little leaf later!"

"This... can you change your name? Just call me Xiaoye!"

Father told me to blow my beard and blink.

"Less nonsense! I am willing to teach you is not bad! You are the surname of Ye, if you are surnamed Huo, I will take you directly to Penghu!"

"Hey? Father, why are you so envious of the surname Huo? Is your ancestors having a festival with Huo Yuanjia?"

The old man snorted and apparently was unwilling to continue this topic.

Forget it, the old man is willing to call me a small leaf and appease it. Anyway, no one has ever called it. Although the old man is a child, his spirit is awkward, but when he looks old, he says that he is 80 years old. Maybe he is really a martial arts master, a famous person, if he can teach me how to send a turtle shock wave, or become a super Saiyan. I have valued in my life.

I still have to go to school today. I am afraid that time is too late, and I will stay away from my father.

Before I left, I wanted to make a scene. I went to the old man to hold an ancient man’s boxing ceremony. Why did my left hand hold the splint, and a right hand should not be twisted, and it turned into a single palm in the middle.

I took a shot and entered the martial arts film mode, saying something like "goodbye":

"Amitabha, the old donor, the barrenness of this room..."

The old man was mad at me with one big eye and one small eye.

“Sure enough, I said, ‘Seeing is better than being famous’, ‘distance is beautiful’, and seeing you in a weekday is very clever, I didn’t expect it to be so two!”

"Come on, go to school, wait until you have raised your arm, and I will consider whether or not to teach you this second thing."

I was stunned and ran away by my father.

It’s a bit late today. It’s better to just go around and go home to get a school bag.

I ran another 4,500 meters, and the return journey was already halfway. I was thinking about how to deal with the language work, but suddenly found a hornet sports car parked on the side of the avenue.

The heart can not help but move: This car is very similar to the aunt's car! Not so smart?

Fear of what, 50 meters in front of me, an adult woman wearing a black suit and a yellow sports jacket with a jacket, leaning against the railing with her elbows, overlooking the center of the lake.

In the morning, Dongshan Lake is as flat as a mirror. I don't know what is good at the end. However, Ren Ai's eyes are both focused and melancholy. On the face of white, the expression of anger is still appearing from time to time.

Ok... so terrible! Although I was very familiar with Auntie since I was a child, I have been paying special attention to Auntie in various movie magazines, but after so long, I have to talk to her face to face, I am so nervous!

Wait, if you think about it, should Auntie know me? I am totally different from the younger ones. She will only treat me as an ordinary, somewhat fierce passerby.

So I slowed down and hoped that I wouldn’t be alarmed and let Auntie run from the side.

When I passed by, I secretly took a look at Auntie.

It’s not so much change with my memory, it’s still the same heroic, young and beautiful. And it is worthy of being a world champion, even if it is retired, it will not erase the wind of the king.

The micro-volume hair has a little natural red color and is ponytailed behind the head. It looks clean and easy to move, and is in line with the martial arts guidance. Because of regular exercise, Ren Ayi is very good, and he can't see anyone who has ever had a child.

This kind of appearance, this figure, can go to the "007" series of the state girl, right? In a film and television miscellaneous commentary I have read, a small editor also laments that the aunt is only a violent weapon. However, I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It is really a violent thing to let a real aunt's aunt play the role of a vase and read an idiot.

Suddenly thought, after Xiao Qin grew up, would he be similar to Auntie to a large extent?

First of all, you can’t compare with Auntie in height. Auntie and I are similar in height. Xiaoqin is a little shorter than me. She doesn't want to be a beautiful woman in her life.

On the skin, Xiaoqin is because she spends most of her time at home, and she looks whiter and tenderer. However, her white tenderness is exchanged for her abnormal lifestyle. In contrast, I feel that Auntie's skin is healthier.

There are quite a few similarities between the eyebrows, but only the appearance is similar, and the temperament is completely different. This is a bit like the difference between Shusha's brother and sister.

Even if Auntie is a low-key person, he is extremely restrained, and he is also forced to look forward to the success of the gestures, so that the small people hidden in the crowd can be ashamed.

Xiao Qin, in addition to flashing stars in his eyes, will only smirk his eyes and reveal a full brain residue.

It's hard to imagine that Xiao Qin will mature one day, and I think she will never grow up.

At this time, Auntie, facing away from me, looked at the water wave in the center of the lake.

Probably because of boredom, I took out a can of beer from my portable pocket and looked up at the scenery while raising my neck.

Drink in the morning! What happened to something that didn't go well?

Forget it, I am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river itself is difficult to protect, first down the head to hold the grandson, sneaked away from the side.

I didn't expect to go far, and Auntie stopped me from behind.

"Hey, you give me a stop!"

I trembled, my foot stopped involuntarily, and turned half back to look at the aunt's astounding eyes.

Auntie held the beer in one hand and leaned on the railing with one hand, and said to me half-squinting:

"You, give me a punch!"

"Hey? Punch?" I pointed to my left arm. "But I was hurt!"

Auntie brows a pick, "Do you still have a right hand? Less nonsense! Take a punch and see me!"

The tone of her order did not allow me to defy, I had to take a deep breath and make a jab against the air in front of me.

"Hey, layman!"

Auntie drank a big sip of wine and then commented disdainfully.

I know that my three-legged cat effort can't enter the aunt's eyes, but don't be so ruthless! This is what I learned from a lot of boxing live broadcasts!

"You, kick me a bit!"

I couldn't help it, because the air was too stupid, and I rushed to the willow tree by the lake, and the branches shook.

"Oh, it's a bit of strength, but the timing of kicking is not right, most of the power is offset by yourself!"

Any aunt sipped his beer in the can, and threw the empty can into the air, then stood still, only the right leg slammed up and slammed into the jar, and the beer can went straight into the sky. The naked eye can't see it at all.

After a full two and a half minutes, the beer cans came back from the sky, and the aunts swept the right leg again. The beer cans changed direction, and the bullets were shot into the garbage bin 20 meters away, or "recyclable garbage." "The column.

The capacity of the beer cans has not been eliminated, and the garbage cans are shaken loudly.