Let the true energy circulate for a while

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The video of Zhang Baiwei and Wing Chun Huang Hongxiong making some offhand remarks went viral online, but it didn't cause much of a stir and was quickly drowned out by the sea of ​​hundreds of millions of short videos.

However, the video of the little girl from [Dragon Fist Fighting Hall] kicking Zhang Baiwei down is starting to gain popularity.

In the video, the girl's face was blurred, but judging from her figure, one could imagine that she was quite pretty.

Especially when she kicked the burly man in the face with her bare, snow-white feet, he staggered back and fell to the ground.

Then blood started flowing from both noses...

The shot was deliberately slowed down, and there were close-ups of the foot's details, making it very realistic. It looked like a hard kick, and it would hurt just to watch.

This video is trending towards becoming popular, but most of the attention is drawn to Gong Rongrong's leg techniques; the answer is quite obvious.

There's no other reason than the comments section; the truth is, talented people always emerge from the comments section!

The comment with the most likes below:

First comment: Why did you reward him?

Second comment: Deep lung damage.

Third comment: You can tell this girl knows kung fu.

Fourth comment: Watch the movie → Click my profile picture.

Fifth comment: So white.

Sixth comment: People are really willing to spend money to make short videos these days.

After taking a shower, Chen Ye sat cross-legged on the sofa, idly scrolling through his phone, and silently liked one of the comments.

The sound of a lock being opened came from the doorway, and Chen Jianbin and Sun Xiaojuan returned together, both looking very happy.

It was already past nine o'clock at night.

The two men saw their son sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with wisps of steam rising from his head...

"Father, Mother." Chen Ye, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up and turned on the air conditioner.

Sun Xiaojuan said with heartache, "You can turn on the heating when you're home alone. We don't need to suffer just to save money."

Chen Ye calmly replied, "I have internal energy protecting me, so I am not afraid of the severe cold."

Chen Jianbin and Sun Xiaojuan exchanged a glance, speechless.

"Mom and Dad, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Chen Jianbin said, "I've already eaten at work, but your mother hasn't eaten yet."

"I'll do it."

Chen Ye went into the kitchen and took two eggs from the refrigerator...

He heated oil in a wok, poured in the egg mixture, and it sizzled and turned golden brown. After fiddling around for a while, he added the leftover rice from the rice cooker and tossed the wok over his wrist.

Soon, a bowl of glistening fried rice was served, garnished with chopped scallions.

Chen Ye remembers that when he was a child, his mother often made him fried rice with eggs.

However, Chen Ye learned this egg fried rice recipe from his fifth senior brother.

During this time, Chen Ye would often help his mother cook.

Sun Xiaojuan sat at the dining table, holding a steaming bowl of egg fried rice in her hands.

"Try it."

Sun Xiaojuan took a big bite; the cooking time was perfect, and the taste was good, but her expression was hard to tell whether she was happy or worried.

Logically speaking, raising a child from elementary school to adulthood in a modern family requires a considerable amount of money in various ways.

Not to mention the effort involved; as children grow up, it also means that parents are getting old.

But in their family, everything changed. In the blink of an eye, their son grew up, while the couple remained young...

One night, Sun Xiaojuan cried in the middle of the night, startling Chen Jianbin. The reason was that she hadn't yet experienced growing up with her son. Perhaps, she could have another child, responding to the national call.

"Ono, your fried rice is really good."

Chen Ye smiled and said, "When it comes to cooking pots, they're far inferior to my fifth senior brother's."

Sun Xiaojuan asked, "Isn't your fifth senior brother a martial arts practitioner?"

"Master said that a martial artist should prove his path in daily life, so Fifth Brother always cooked for us without complaint."

"My fifth senior brother used to be the adopted son of the head chef of Deyun Restaurant. He was three years older than me. I heard from my fifth senior brother that when he was eleven years old, General Ximen rode a tall horse, chopped off Manager Chang's head, and took all the chefs from their restaurant away."

"My fifth senior brother was short, so no one took a liking to him. After I transmigrated, he became my first friend. He was the leader of the children in the refugee group. In the end, we met Master together."

"I remember once my master stole a big bear paw from the imperial kitchen, and my fifth senior brother made braised bear paw with vermicelli, which I still remember vividly."

Sun Xiaojuan said, "Xiao Ye, bears are now nationally protected animals, so we can't eat bears."

"I know."

Chen Ye started talking, a gentle smile appearing on his face:

"The bear paw stew with rice noodles smelled so good. As soon as it came out of the pot, my senior sister and several senior brothers snatched it up. When Master came back, only the soup was left. He scolded us, saying that whoever ate the most would be punished more. I clearly only ate one bowl, but my eldest brother wrongly accused me of eating two bowls."

"Your senior brother only did this because you're honest."

Chen Ye suddenly laughed, "No, Senior Brother understands Master best. He knows that Master loves me the most and won't punish me severely."

When Chen Ye talked about the events of the other world over the past sixteen years, he would just talk about whatever came to mind. Sometimes his parents would listen with great interest and ask for details.

Chen Ye mostly talked about happy things, and he rarely mentioned the battles and hardships he had endured in the martial arts world.

However, Chen Jianbin and his wife knew very well that the other world was extremely dangerous, because they had seen the scars on their son's body, and they were shocking to behold.

Chen Jianbin chuckled and pulled a card out of his pocket. "Son, look what this is!"

"Temporary ID card"

Chen Ye was delighted and accepted it with both hands.

Chen Jianbin said, "The official ID card has already been processed through someone, so there shouldn't be any major problems, it's just a matter of time."

Chen Ye asked, "So, does this mean I can apply for my own WeChat account?"

"sure."

Ding, the doorbell rang.

Chen Jianbin opened the door and found his old neighbor, Mao Jun, standing there with his daughter, Er Mao, holding his hand. Mao Jun looked a little strange.

"Hey Maozi, what brings you here?"

"Old Chen, where's your son? He's been on leave lately, is he alright?"

Mao Jun used to live in the same neighborhood as Chen Jianbin. A few years ago, he made a small fortune selling face masks and moved away.

"Er Mao, call him Uncle."

The little girl with two pigtails pointing upwards raised her head and saluted:

"Greetings, Uncle Chen!"

Chen Jianbin knew that the little girl was his son's classmate, named Mao Taimi, nicknamed Er Mao, and had suffered from meningitis when she was a child.

Chen Jianbin reached out and patted Er Mao's head: "Come in quickly."

Er Mao took out children's shoe covers from his pocket, put them on his little shoes, and came in, swaying his head.

Chen Jianbin was already used to this scene.

Mao Jun changed into slippers and asked in a low, nervous voice, "Old Chen, I heard from my daughter that your son has mutated?"

"You're crazy." Chen Jianbin waved his hand dismissively.

Mao Jun walked inside, then suddenly raised his voice:

"Who is he?" Mao Jun was completely confused. He noticed a young man with long hair sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Wasn't this the one from the school gate during the day? He remembered him vividly; he was wearing a Taoist robe back then.

Chen Jianbin said calmly, "That's my nephew from my rural hometown. His family is gone, and the kid is pitiful. He didn't finish elementary school and started working on construction sites with his fellow villagers, doing it for more than ten years. In the last two years, the real estate industry has collapsed, and it's hard to find work. He's currently staying at my house."

"Third Uncle, can we just talk about this like this?" Chen Ye immediately replied.

Mao Jun nodded. Sure enough, the nephew resembled the uncle. His appearance, his eyes, his eyebrows—he really did look a bit like Old Chen.

"What about your son? Why isn't he going to school?" Mao Jun asked again.

Chen Jianbin was making tea with his back to him and casually said, "I sent him to his rural hometown and left him with his grandfather. Winter break is coming soon, so I plan to transfer him to another school next year."

Sun Xiaojuan came out of the kitchen, laughing and making light of the situation: "His school is too competitive, so we thought we'd send him to the village primary school so he can have a carefree childhood."

Mao Jun's eyes widened. "No way, are you two crazy? So many people are willing to pay anything to get into No. 13 Elementary School, and you want to transfer? The teaching quality of rural elementary schools is..."

Sun Xiaojuan said in a deep voice, "I don't ask my son to achieve great things, I just want him to live."

Mao Jun was inexplicably touched. His second sister, who worked at the hospital, had said those words before.

"Hey, happiness is the most important thing!" Chen Jianbin handed over a cup of tea.

"Are you really planning to send your son to a rural primary school?"

Chen Jianbin shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'm all laid up."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "It's in Longjing Village. It's not far from the city, only a half-hour drive. The village is currently developing a resort. I have land in my hometown, and I'm planning to have your sister-in-law quit her job and open a bed and breakfast there. She can raise cats, grow flowers, and cook for the kids, fulfilling her dream of a better life."

"I'm not going to work anymore, I'm just going to stay home and relax."

Sun Xiaojuan's eyes lit up: "Honey, it's a deal!"

Mao Jun looked on with envy: "They're all lying down?"

"Yeah. My nephew didn't finish elementary school, but he's doing just fine now. Today he even went to a comic convention to play a fake Taoist priest and got 400 yuan an hour."

Mao Jun said, "No, something feels off. You weren't like this before. Xiao Ye used to be the top student in our class!"

"People always change."

Chen Jianbin cleared his throat and tactically changed the subject: "Look, how happy are the kids who don't do well in school?"

Mao Jun turned his head to look—

The young man who looks a lot like Chen Jianbin is getting yogurt, a bunch of snacks, and a lot of Ultraman cards for his daughter.

"Golden Zero? He really gave it to me?!"

Chen Ye nodded.

Er Mao excitedly stuck out his tongue, unable to resist wanting to lick the card.

Chen Ye then took out six more collectible cards of the same quality.

"These, and these, are all for you."

"That's awesome! That's awesome!" Er Mao walked around the room upside down with his legs swaying forward.

Mao Jun smacked his lips. "How about I send my daughter to a rural primary school to coast along? Her grades will be the same no matter which school she goes to. This account is already ruined anyway."

Chen Jianbin said earnestly, "Everyone has their own talents, and Mao Taimi could develop her career in sports."

Mao Jun sighed, "Let's have some tea."

"Oh, by the way, have you seen this video?"

Mao Jun took out his phone and opened a video:

#After a century of slumber, the Chinese people are gradually awakening. Open your eyes and watch carefully.

#Dragon Fist Fighting Gym, a Kung Fu Girl Makes a Surprise Appearance.

"Isn't this the gym that Old Tang owns? It's trending on our local social media."

Chen Jianbin took the phone. In the video, the background was a Longquan Fighting Fitness and Entertainment Center. Several people were arguing, and then a girl kicked a burly man, causing him to stagger backward and sit on the ground.

It's already received over 8 likes. I noticed in one shot of the video that my son was among the crowd.

Chen Jianbin said, "Old Tang has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. I think he probably directed most of the skits, and they're all actors."

Mao Jun disagreed, "Anyway, it's winter break. I'm planning to send my daughter to Lao Tang's '21-Day Intensive Training Camp for Kids,' I've already registered. Is your son going?"

"My son won't go; he loves studying."