"I'm really sorry, but here are some blood-stasis-removing and swelling-reducing medicines. Please don't be disgusted."
"Yes, I made them all so the kids can use them."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Mu Huaixi took Xiao Heping to the Air Force compound to apologize, and then sat in the small garden with sweat on his forehead.
Ying Heping remained silent the entire way, trying to act like a good boy, but a mother knows a girl best; just by looking at her eyes, one could tell that this guy didn't think he did anything wrong at all.
"Peace."
Little Heping shuddered, smiled widely, and called her sweetly, "Mom."
"Heping, I think you should give me an explanation."
"Explain?" Ying Heping rolled his eyes and laid on her knees. "Mom, your money was not wasted. Teacher Shi's teachings are very effective."
Mu Huaixi's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky. This little girl is now six years old, but she looks almost taller than a seven or eight-year-old child. When she was over three years old, she watched "Shaolin Temple" and was determined to go to Songshan to learn martial arts from a master.
After a full six months of struggle, he was sent to Shaolin Temple in the spring of the following year and only came back once a year. Unexpectedly, he caused such a big incident when he came back.
Mu Huaixi poked her cheek and asked her to stand up. "What did we talk about before?"
"Dad said...you can't bully others just because you learn martial arts," Ying Heping hesitated, but it was clear what she was talking about. On the first day she came back, Ying Mingcheng, she and little Heping sat together and talked about it. They said that you can't bully others just because you learn martial arts, you can't show off or be proud, and you must use martial arts for the right purpose.
"You know why you're still doing it?" Mu Huaixi sighed and pinched her cheeks. "Didn't you do well before?"
As soon as Xiao Heping came back, he recruited the scattered soldiers in the yard and used a serious "exchange" method. Although there was a fight, no one was injured or killed, but he gained a group of younger brothers.
“This is different!”
Xiao Heping obviously had his own understanding: "The fat guy from the Air Force compound bullied the little monkey. How can I be the boss if I don't care? Besides, he was the one who started it. I'm just doing justice!"
"My father also said, if you see injustice, you should speak out!"
"I, I yelled a little louder."
Xiao Heping was also helpless. Her younger brothers had told her that the people in the Air Force compound were very powerful, and she had practiced a few more times at home, but she didn't expect them to be so weak.
"......" Mu Huaixi sighed, hardened his heart and flicked her forehead, "But mom also said that a knight who uses martial arts is taboo. You will be put in solitary confinement for doing this."
The Mu family didn't have so many rules before. Wu Hui was a little naughty when he was a child, but he became more and more organized as he grew up. He was a little master, and these rules were basically created for little Heping.
"Confinement," Ying Heping's eyes widened, and hesitantly asked, "Do you want to put him in a small dark room?"
"A small dark room?!" Mu Huaixi's face suddenly darkened. She held the child and looked around. "Were you locked up in a small dark room on the mountain?"
"No, how could that be possible?" Ying Heping waved his hand. "I'm living comfortably in the mountains! Those who are locked up in the small dark room are..."
The child's father and she are both busy with work and can only visit three or four times a year. Xiao Heping lives in a dormitory with semi-militarized management in Songshan. Although Aunt Xiao Luo lives at the foot of the mountain, it is impossible for her to know what happens in 24 hours.
At that time, there was no proper martial arts school, only a few private classes led by monks. They lived and ate halfway up the mountain. Only during breaks could Aunt Xiao Luo go up the mountain to see her, or bring her down the mountain for food and accommodation.
At first, no one thought she could stick with it. Even Ying Mingcheng, who tried his best to persuade Mu Huaixi and find a martial arts school for Xiao Heping, did not expect that she could stay in the martial arts school for two years.
The reason I came back this year was, firstly, to rest, and secondly, because the primary school in the military district was about to start enrollment.
The two years of study laid a solid foundation for Xiao Heping. After that, he no longer stayed in Songshan all year round, but went to study during the winter and summer vacations. After all, cultural learning is also important.
Xiao Heping did not express any objection to her parents' arrangement because Mu Huaixi and Ying Mingcheng had talked to her in advance. However, as soon as she came back, she asked for a bugle, saying that she wanted to learn in advance so that she could join the military band after school.
They really didn't think much about it, and Ying Mingcheng also carefully found a bugle player master for the child. However, they didn't expect that after learning for more than half a month, the child could only do "dudududu", which became the assembly call for the children in the compound.
"Just learn to play the bugle call well at home," Mu Huaixi would definitely not lock the child in a small dark room, but she also wanted to calm her wild heart.
Xiao Heping said "oh" and didn't take it seriously.
After all, Dr. Mu is very busy at work, her father is on a mission and won't be back until September at the earliest, and her brother has returned to Shengjing. It's just her and Aunt Xiao Luo at home. Isn't it like Tiger is not at home and she is the only one who is in charge?
But what Xiao Heping didn't expect was that her mother took her to work the next day.
She was thrown directly into the sanatorium next to the military hospital and handed over to Old Man Jia.
Now Xiao Heping was in a big trouble. Old Man Jia was a veteran in the military region and had been their neighbor. His son and son-in-law both died in the mission, leaving him all alone, so he moved into a nursing home.
In Xiao Heping's eyes, Old Man Jia is good in every way except that he loves to show off too much.
After Ying Heping finished his sixteenth round of punches in front of a group of old men and women, he became more aware of his habit of showing off.
"I'm tired," she collapsed on the recliner, but when another group of old men and women came over, she sighed and stood up to dance vigorously.
After everyone applauded, Old Man Jia proudly introduced Little Heping as his beloved grandson. After showing off for a while, he was so tired that he lay down on the recliner, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath.
Old Jia's grandchildren have all been taken away to other places, and they only come back once during the Chinese New Year. If he wants to show off, let him show off.
The first day was spent in an endless hell of "showing off". When Xiao Heping woke up the next day, she suddenly remembered that something was wrong. She was here to learn how to play the bugle!
"It's just a bugle call, I'll teach you," Old Man Jia promised, patting his chest, and he would let her learn three songs in a week.
Xiao Heping didn't believe it at all, but when Old Man Jia took out his cherished old friend and played half a tune tremblingly, she was really shocked.
"Old Jia, you really can do it," Xiao Heping was overjoyed.
The old man beside him rasped in a smoke-soaked voice, "Heping, you don't know that when Lao Jia was young, he was the charge!"
"Charge?"
"We were just assault soldiers! Back then, there weren't all these elaborate tactics like we have now. It was all about information warfare, troop deployments, information shielding. There was no such thing back then. We just relied on our passion. When the charge sounded, we charged forward without hesitation!"
"Your Grandpa Jia is the bugler at the forefront. As long as he doesn't retreat, we can only move forward!"
Xiao Heping's eyes lit up and he gave Lao Jia a thumbs up, "You are really awesome!"
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