Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

She propped her chin up and sat on the bench in the porch, looking at him.

The content of his morning exercises was similar to that of the previous worlds.

She didn't know how many times she had watched it, but she never got tired of it.

Although he is thin, he is as straight as a pine tree.

The punches are swift and powerful, and the Bagua steps are smooth and flowing. Every move has the unique charm of Taoist boxing.

Obviously, Qiu Sheng, A Bao, A Hai, and Lin Ying's disciples had practiced with him before, but Jingzhi thought he danced the best.

Her gaze was particularly intense, glued to his back.

As his body shape changed, he would always meet her admiring gaze whenever he looked up or turned his head.

That look was very familiar to him.

After meeting her, whenever he looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes would always become like this unconsciously.

Soft and focused.

It seemed as if among all things in the world, only her figure caught his eye.

His uncontrollable rapid heartbeat disrupted his pace.

Lin Zheng's body paused again and again, like a stuck robot, his ears turned completely red, and he felt it was a bit embarrassing to act like this in front of her, so he simply withdrew his hand and raised his arm to wipe the sweat running down his cheek.

"Are you done practicing?"

She walked over and handed over a towel at the right time.

It feels like an old married couple.

The rapid heartbeat slowed down temporarily. The feeling was not unpleasant. It felt like the heart was being gently wrapped in warm water.

Lin Zheng's eyes suddenly softened. Just as he raised his hand to take the towel, he heard a sudden sneer from the garden next door.

"Old Lin, it's been a while since we last met. Your skills seem to be declining. Could it be that you're getting older and your strength is declining, so you can't dance anymore?"

Without turning around, Lin Zheng knew that the person behind him was Old Hu, whom he had beaten up last night.

Lin Zheng didn't want this to happen, but Lao Hu kept provoking him.

Jingzhi was still standing there, and the next second, her waist was firmly grasped.

Lin Zheng unexpectedly turned his head and kissed him.

Jingzhi widened her eyes and stared at the man who was so close to her in surprise.

Fighting, yet shy.

Looking at Lin Zheng with his eyes closed, her heart softened and she slowly relaxed her brows.

Her eyes fell on the jealous face of Old Hu across from her, and her face became hot again. What's more, there was also...

Even Jingzhi, who was used to big scenes, couldn't handle this situation.

She reached out and gently pushed Lin Zheng's arm.

"A Zheng, how about... you turn around and take a look?"

"What's so good about an old man who is five years older than me?" There was obvious jealousy on Lin Zheng's face.

Last night when he wanted to take revenge on Lao Hu, it was she who urged him.

Is it...

"Hey, don't think too much." Jingzhi held his shoulders with both hands and turned his body around. "You should take a look for yourself."

In addition to the distorted-faced Old Hu, it turned out that there were so many people standing behind him.

Next to Old Hu were two children carrying schoolbags.

Wenwen was covering her mouth and staring at Lin Zheng with her round eyes.

Jia Jia covered her eyes consciously and kept muttering that children should not watch.

In her driveway, Xia Youren opened his mouth slightly, as if his soul had floated out of his mouth, and the bag of oranges in his hand rolled all over the floor.

Xiaoyu wore a hat and sunglasses, squatted down, picked up a bright yellow orange, and peeled it while watching the show.

He is familiar with this job, and he and his brother Qiu Sheng love watching plays the most.

Lin Zheng's face turned into a big red tomato in an instant. He was so embarrassed that his pupils trembled violently and he turned around abruptly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Jingzhi also blushed slightly, twisted her fingers, and whispered: "I told you to look at it, and you still said there was nothing good about an old man who is five years older than you."

"The number is indeed 5, but it's just 5 people."

As she spoke, Jingzhi pushed Lin Zheng's chest and slowly moved towards the corridor.

At this moment, Xia Youren suddenly reacted:

"Uncle, you only allow the governor to set fires, but not the people to light lamps?"