Volume 663 Memories of Youth

The deafening applause was several times more intense than the steel and pipe dance of the glamorous stars in Los Angeles last year.

"Watching such a performance, it's hearty, and I can eat two more pieces of meat!"

"That's right! This is for the gentlemen to see..."

I don't know who is drooling at other people's white shit. Sheriff Tommy in Los Angeles rolled his eyes in disgust, but couldn't find any words to refute.

The curtain on the stage fell slowly, and the dance troupes who used to adjust the atmosphere stepped onto the stage with long white legs and danced Broadway steps.

But Qin Guan, who got off the stage, clapped hands with these fellow Asians one by one.

...

When the bustle finally came to an end, the leftovers at the front desk signaled the end of this wonderful New Year's Eve party, and as a conscientious sheriff, he naturally couldn't do the immoral thing of throwing away after use.

He is currently backstage, looking at these brave people with mostly Asian faces, chatting enthusiastically, while burying his head in eating the big pot meal provided by the New York Police Department.

Because of his understanding of monks, Qin Guan also specially found a Chinese takeaway and delivered some vegetarian dishes to the masters present.

Sergeant Henry's intention here is also very clear, because he saw the possibility of the police and the people being a family.

Due to the conservativeness of Asians, the perception of the police is that they will never go to the police if they have nothing to do.

So this also makes the shops opened by these Asians the first target of some criminals.

Coupled with the differences in language, culture, and communication methods, the police who came later were also very troubled. Many people, out of fear of reprisals, did not have the right to pursue their own actions when the loss of money was not serious. truer.

Today, with such an opportunity, it is very good for Director Henry to allow people from both parties to sit down and get to know each other better.

What's more, he still has something to ask this group of people. Yes, after seeing the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu, Director Henry is very interested in the application of Chinese martial arts in actual combat.

He also felt that in terms of individual fighting skills, he could learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools and integrate them into the daily training of police officers.

In this way, he needs to discuss more in-depth cooperation with these New York City martial arts masters, hoping to hire them as martial arts instructors for the New York Police Department.

Qin Guan was naturally happy to make a match for this. The Chinese people are good teachers, and it doesn't matter which country they go to.

For them, to spread Chinese martial arts culture to all parts of the world and let more people know about him is the goal of these martial artists in foreign lands.

Naturally, the husband is affectionate and the concubine is interested, but within a few or two sentences, everyone chats happily.

Qin Guan, who saw that he had completed the annual task, was finally able to return to his hometown steadily in the cold winter at the end of 2003, and celebrate a New Year full of Chinese New Year flavor.

Although returning to China not long ago, it is full of infinite temptation for Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei to spend a comfortable New Year in their most familiar nest during the traditional festivals.

And in that era, China, which had already opened up, naturally didn't need them to bring back so-called souvenirs in big bags and small bags, and the two of them who traveled lightly, easily changed planes at the Capital Airport, and flew to y city.

The seaside town where he was born and raised.

The small city with slow pace, slow pace and slow life.

...

Every wanderer who is far away from home, the first thing after returning home is to greet relatives and friends.

It doesn't matter whether they know each other or not, as a well-known star in City Y, Qin Guan's return has become the basis for showing off among parents and relatives.

In that small city where two or three friends can draw relatives to each other, just because of Qin Guan's return home, it boiled like boiling water under the lid of a pot.

After the Zhang family invited them, the Li family invited them. These days lasted for three or four days, and Qin Guan finally settled down after his body was bald.

When people calm down, the easiest thing to do is to look back on the past, the once brilliant flying youth.

And the places that represent the most youthful people in city y are nothing more than a few places, Nanshan Park where you go out the most when you are in school, and the white coast where you hold hands and look handsome when picking up girls.

Fried stews in the small city of Southwest River, and arcade games next to the Zhenhua Commercial Building.

Every location is full of student memories, the memories of those who swayed on the 28 bicycles when they were carrying their schoolbags across their shoulders.

Therefore, Qin Guan, who claims to be a literary youth now, naturally joins hands with Cong Nianwei, starting from the alma mater where he and her love and know each other, to draw a full stop called revisiting these bits and pieces.

In 2004, it was a new day, a new beginning, with the little hands of his beloved around his waist, and staring at his feet was the half-worn bicycle he dragged out of his shed yesterday.

The face is covered with the cold wind of winter, but the heart is as warm and bright as spring in March. The sign called No. 1 Middle School is getting closer and closer to them at this time.

It's getting closer...wheeze...near...wheeze.

"I said, Wei Zi..."

"Um?"

"Shall we discuss something?"

"explain?"

"You get down first, I can't pedal anymore, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With Qin Guan's long legs supporting the steep slope that he had struggled for many years, it was his failure to lead people up the slope.

"Are you not physically strong enough? Why aren't you as good as before?"

"Hey, I just have to listen to it. I didn't take you with me when I went to school, did I? There is a sack that weighs a hundred pounds in the back seat. Does it weigh the scale?"

"Besides, let's analyze it from the perspective of dynamics. The slope here is not an exaggeration to be called a hillside. This angle is almost 45 degrees."

"Back when I climbed the hill alone, plus the sprint acceleration on the flat ground, you're right...?"

Cong Nianwei looked at Qin Guan, who was serious and rebuttal, as if the closer he was to his school, the more childish he became for no reason.

"Well, what you said is right! Why are you still in a daze, push it?"

"Oh, by the way, this bike doesn't work either, it doesn't have gearshift..."

Is it over? !

Of course it's not over... Bored, the two walked around the playground of No. 1 Middle School under the eyes of the uncle at the door who looked like thieves, and then walked out dejectedly.

It was really two characters who were no longer green, and one of them wrapped himself up like a robber, poking there in the campus that hadn't had a holiday, it was too eye-catching.

After being passed by inspectors wearing red armbands nonchalantly for the third time, Qin Guan took Cong Nianwei and ran away, even forgetting to cherish the memory of No. 1 Middle School cafeteria that he likes to linger on.

The first stop of youthful memories: campus, pretending to be b failed. (To be continued.)