Is it true?
"How's your shoulder?"
At the platform at the corner of the street, Ye Meiyan frowned and looked at Song Yao. The force just now must have been quite strong.
Song Yao shook her head, "It's okay."
She didn't care about this pain.
Seeing this, Ye Meiyan didn't say anything more. She suddenly changed the subject: "It's not because you're stupid."
Song Yao was stunned. "What?"
"You said," Ye Meiyan turned to look at the girl, "the first time you told someone the truth without any precautions."
"Sincerity is a positive word and its part of speech should not be changed casually," she said.
Song Yao smiled, with a light smile, "Yeah, I know."
"Thank you for coming to accompany me today, and thank you for letting me face the past alone." Although it was not a complete relief, it was like a ray of sunlight finally shining into the darkness, carrying with it a subtle bitterness and joy.
So this is what it feels like to have someone standing with her.
For such a long time, and with so many times of unwillingness, Song Yao thought that maybe she just wanted to prove that she was not wrong, but everyone used their actions to tell her that she had to compromise, accept her fate, and bow her head.
And now, she clearly knows that there are many people standing behind her.
They gave her weapons and said, go ahead, do what you want.
So, Song Yao stood up again.
For a moment, she even thought that the outcome was no longer important to her because she had already found what she wanted most.
Ye Meiyan asked back: "We are friends, aren't we?"
Saying thank you to each other is too much.
Song Yao nodded vigorously, "Yes, we are friends."
The green bus drove across half the city, stopped, and then started again slowly, taking the two girls away.
At the platform, a red slogan indicates the final stop - Wutong Street.
In a venue on Wutong Street, Song Shuang sat opposite Jiang Qing, dancing with joy.
"Jiang Jiang said that I only have one mission today, and that is to protect you, Senior Sister."
"I've also learned a lot of martial arts. Even though my foundation isn't that solid, at least I've remembered it all." Song Shuang slashed his hands like a machete. "I'm more than qualified to be an emergency anti-wolf instructor."
Jiang Qing looked at the girl with a smile and replied, "Okay."
Song Shuang's eyes sparkled. This was her first time as a coach.
In the past, it was Song Qing who threw her around. Is it finally her turn today?
"Come on then," Song Shuang excitedly grabbed Jiang Qing and pulled him onto the bubble mat. "Look, I'm so close to you, it's very easy for me to attack."
She kicked out one foot high in the air, so fast that one could almost hear the sound of the wind breaking.
Jiang Qing looked at the girl in disbelief, and was shocked by her neat and tidy posture. "Before, in Aoki Park..."
Song Shuang was clearly still breathing heavily at that time, but today, in just a few days, he seemed like a different person.
The shot was clean and extremely fast, and he didn't look like he was out of physical condition.
She originally thought Song Shuang was just joking, but she didn't expect him to be serious.
"Yeah, of course I have to fit in." Song Shuang withdrew his foot proudly.
Of course, the most important thing is that her little tricks are not embarrassing enough in front of her brother, so she chooses to act badly with Jiang Qing.
At that time, Lin Nanyan and Jiang Jiang suggested that she learn martial arts, and nine out of ten of her hesitations were due to her lack of hope.
Because she really learned it.
When she returned home as a child, Song Qing sent her to a martial arts gym. She never missed a single day of training, from winter to summer. It was not until she was in the second year of junior high school that she gave up martial arts training because of her studies.
She felt she could protect herself, but her brother didn't think so.
Song Qing, who practiced martial arts with her, could always hold her down firmly. He thought she was a piece of trash in martial arts and could hold her down with one hand.
Therefore, one can imagine how sad she was when she agreed to resume her martial arts training.
She really can't beat him.
After so many setbacks, she often doubted whether she had practiced for so many years but still had not gotten started.
Now that Song Qing is gone, Song Shuang no longer thinks so.
Look, look.
The sparkling look in the senior sister’s eyes.
Hehe, her kicks are neat, her hands and feet are clean, and the strength is just right.
She can't be a bitch.
Song Shuang's confidence exploded exponentially under the admiring gaze of Senior Jiang Qing.
She raised her chin and said modestly, "Of course, ordinary people can't be as fast as me, so you don't have to worry too much."
Jiang Qing said seriously: "Okay."
Song Shuang: "Boys who haven't received special training are actually inferior in terms of skills and reaction speed. Relying on their height and innate strength, they can easily win in a fight."
"This causes them to over-rely on strength and lose proper flexibility."
"This is our chance." Although Song Shuang had doubted herself in the past, she had practiced for so many years and was still quite professional. She reached out and straightened Jiang Qing's hand, "You attack me first."
Jiang Qing attacked obediently, and Song Shuang avoided it with ease by slightly shaking his body.
"Look, everyone's first instinct is to attack with their hands. Hands represent convenience, and even more so, inertia..."
"Ring, ring, ring--" The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the martial arts exchange between two girls inside the venue.
Song Shuang turned his head quickly, looked at the items piled on the table, and then turned back, "Is it him?"
Jiang Qing wiped the sweat from his face and nodded, confirming the girl's guess.
Song Shuang: "You don't want to answer?"
Jiang Qing calmed his breathing and said, "Wait for the third ring."
Song Shuang approached the table and stood beside it, looking at the phone that had naturally hung up because it had not been answered for a long time, and then looked at Jiang Qing who was walking over.
"It's my first time."
Jiang Qing nodded.
The quiet phone soon rang for the second time. Neither of them moved, waiting for it to ring and then waiting for it to go silent.
After the second time, I watched the phone screen remain black and not light up.
Song Shuang couldn't help but ask, "Will you really call again?"
Jiang Qing looked at the phone screen and said firmly, "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, as expected, the familiar bell rang in the venue for the third time.
Jiang Qing reached out and took the phone, counting silently in her mind until the third ring was about to end, then she picked up the call.
"Jiang Qing——"
The boy's voice was gnashed with teeth, his voice was low and full of anger.
Jiang Qing didn't say anything.
Song Shuang curiously put the phone close to her ear, and Jiang Qing silently moved the phone away so that the girl could also hear the voice clearly.
"I heard your family is moving away," Li Qingyun's voice was slightly gloomy through the electricity, "How could you not inform me, an old friend?"
"Just after the college entrance exam," he sneered. "The news was kept secret quite well."
"Maybe one day when we visit our house again, the place will be deserted."
Jiang Qing listened in silence.
But this attitude obviously made the other party even more angry, and his voice became louder and louder uncontrollably.
"Speak!"
"Jiang Qing, I'm asking you if this is true?"
Song Shuang was so shocked that she scratched her ears. She frowned and looked at her phone. Why did Li Qingyun become so angry?
Didn’t you pretend to be cool and act like a middle school student last time?
Man, you really are a two-faced person.
No wonder everyone is so wary of you.
"No need," Jiang Qing's voice was very calm, as if she didn't notice Li Qingyun's attitude. She said, "I don't need to tell you."
Li Qingyun laughed in anger: "You——"
Jiang Qing hung up the phone, interrupting the boy's words on the other end of the phone.
Song Shuang couldn't help but give a thumbs up, his attitude was quite cool.
Jiang Qing smiled and blinked, then clicked to block Yilong.
Song Shuang stared at the senior sister's operation in amazement, "Isn't this going to make him crazy?"
Jiang Qing: "Jiang Jiang said, the more extreme the better."
"That, that's not necessary..." Song Shuang stammered. She didn't know what to say, so she dragged the man back to his place. She said solemnly, "Since it's like this, we have to prepare for the storm."
This time she had to be serious, she was afraid that Jiang Qingzhen would get lost accidentally.
The practice here was in full swing, but the atmosphere on the other side was so quiet that it was almost eerie.
Li Liang smiled and poured a cup of tea for Feng Yaxuan, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yaxuan didn't say anything. She looked carefully at the boy in front of her. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He looked as clean and clear as ever, unless you ignored the conspicuous mud spots on his clothes.
Li Liang followed the girl's gaze and patiently explained, "My cousin is a naughty boy who likes to dig in the dirt. You were so anxious to make the call that you didn't have time to change your clothes."
Feng Yaxuan: "You smell like cigarettes."
"Really?" Li Liang paused, "Maybe it got stained somewhere accidentally."
Feng Yaxuan nodded without comment.
She lowered her head and drank a cup of tea, saying, "Why don't you ask what Song Yao said when she came to see me?"
Li Liang: "It's just a thing of the past."
His expression was light, and he spoke with a hint of helplessness, "She was punished by the school, so naturally she feels aggrieved. You don't have to pay attention to it. It was my fault in the beginning. If I had kept that letter safe, then what happened later wouldn't have happened."
Feng Yaxuan stared straight into Li Liang's eyes. "She played a recording for me."
"A recording?" Li Liang was puzzled. "What recording?"
Feng Yaxuan studied the expression of the person in front of her, and her gaze finally fell on the small scar at the corner of the boy's eye.
"A recording of her confronting the thugs."
"Li Liang," Feng Yaxuan leaned closer, leaning forward, pressing, "You really don't know that thug?"
Li Liang's eyebrows remained unchanged. "I don't know him."
"Yaxuan," he asked with a sincere and angry expression, "You would rather believe an audio file of unknown origin than me?"
Feng Yaxuan paused for two seconds, then withdrew her hand and sat down.
"I see."
As for what she knew, she didn't say and Li Liang didn't ask.
"Have some flower tea, chrysanthemum tea, freshly brewed, still hot," Li Liang handed over the tea in his hand, "to clear away heat and reduce internal heat."
Feng Yaxuan: "This is the second time."
Li Liang: "I know."
Feng Yaxuan glanced at him, took the scented tea and took a sip.
"Come to my house tomorrow. My dad just found a set of exercises. Don't you want to practice?"
"good."
After a series of questions and answers, the scented tea was finally finished.
Time passed quietly. When they said goodbye, Li Liang stood up with a smile, his eyes bright and gentle, "No need to see me off."
He turned around, his face instantly darkening.
Feng Yaxuan didn't say anything. Looking at the boy's back, she suddenly said, "I don't like secondhand smoke."
Li Liang stopped, responded, and walked away without looking back.
Feng Yaxuan sat quietly there, the expression on her face unclear through the deliberately frosted glass window.
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