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Urban Stories (2) 03 Leisurely Urban Episodes

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    As night falls, the city removes the veil that covered it during the day.  With the colors of feasting and feasting, and the sounds of men and women laughing, urbanites after a busy day have just begun their own time.

    Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and there are always guys who sit around and do nothing all day long. For example, a man named Qing who cross-dresses is one of them.

    After leaving school, Qing Fen didn't have any particular place he wanted to go. He just walked around, occasionally stopping to watch the urban dramas that happened not far away. In a daze, he felt as if he was reading a novel - himself  The difference between our life and "reality" is so far. If we stay in that place for a long time, we feel like there is a layer of mist between us and this most ordinary world.

    Walking around and watching, by the time Qing Fen realized that he was hungry, the time to eat had long been missed. Fortunately, the streets in the city could lack everything except eating, drinking and having fun. I picked a restaurant that looked more exquisitely furnished and didn¡¯t have many customers.  Many restaurants walked in.

    "Hello, what would you like to order?"

    A trace of surprise in the restaurant waiter¡¯s eyes did not escape Qing Fen¡¯s eyes. Maybe it was not a good idea to dress up as a woman, as the rate of turning heads was too high.

    As soon as he arrived in this city, he was thrown into a detention center and then wandered around the mountains. Qingfen himself didn¡¯t know what the famous food here was, let alone what the signature dish of this restaurant was. Rather than directly asking the waiter to serve the signature dish, Qingfen  I prefer to pick what I like.

    He turned his head and found a man sitting along the floor-to-ceiling window. He was holding a newspaper in his left hand and picking up noodles in his mouth with his right hand.  Although the noodles have been mixed, you can still see the colorful side dishes floating on the brown soup, a large bowl of thin noodles, and the aroma can reach the door.

    ¡°Just eat that noodle!¡±

    "Oh, yesOkay."

    Although it was understandable, the waiter obviously didn¡¯t see this way of ordering. He reacted for a moment before writing down the menu and retreating.

    The man by the floor-to-ceiling window sometimes reads the newspaper, sometimes looks at the night view outside the window, and sometimes turns his attention back to the noodles. It is obvious that he is not in a hurry now.  A red shadow suddenly stood beside his table. The man instinctively looked up and saw a tall woman standing there. She pointed to the seat opposite him with a smile: "Is there anyone there?"

    The man glanced around and saw that there were still many empty seats, but he could see the night view by the window. It was not surprising that someone had the same preferences as him.  He shook his head and made a gesture of invitation.

    "Can I ask you another question?" Qing Fen sat down and asked, "What is the most delicious thing in this store?"

    "The most delicious?" The man put down the newspaper and thought for a while, but what he recalled in his mind was a sweet episode, so he answered with a smile: "Three-color ice cream! The most delicious thing here!"

    "Oh, thank you!" Qing Fen nodded as he was, and reached out to the waiter to ask for two more ice creams.

    There was no words for a moment, and the scene became quiet again.  The man was still eating noodles with his head down, while Qing Fen was looking out the window and flexing his fingers with his left hand in boredom.

    The food service here is not slow. In just a few minutes, the soup noodles and ice cream he asked for were all served.  Qing Fen pushed a cup of white, red and green ice cream in front of the person opposite: "I'll treat you!"

    "No, no need!" A stranger suddenly invited him to eat. As an urbanite who is deeply educated in evil, the man's first reaction was to refuse.

    "I've ordered everything, can I return it here? This is the thank you gift you recommended. If you don't like eating it, just leave it there for appreciation!" Qing Fen said it lightly and lowered his head to eat the noodles, taking a bite of the ice cream from time to time.  , a mix of sweet and salty, watching him eat it with gusto.

    The man thought for a while, but finally didn¡¯t dare to eat the ice cream. He just lowered his head and started eating the noodles.

    The two of them ate noodles with their heads down and snoring. The man only had half the bowl left and quickly finished it.  He looked up at the girl across from him, nodded, and wanted to check out and leave. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly sat down again, and looked at the finger movements of the other person's left hand in surprise: "Are you practicing martial arts?"

    "Huh?" Qing Fen raised his head in surprise when he heard this.  The man's fists were slightly bruised, obviously from punching with punches.  Although he couldn't tell whether he had learned Sanda or boxing, it's not surprising that bodybuilding is a trend in modern society, but it was a bit strange that he could recognize the movements of his left hand.

    The movements of the left hand that look like five-finger exercises are actually a set of strength control training. The force starts from the feet to the waist to the shoulders to the arms and finally closes the fingers. Ordinary people only see the last movement of the five fingers together but do not know that the force has already spread throughout the body.  Again.  This is a traditional Chinese method, and not many people understand it now.

    "My master often does this action in his spare time, so I know it!" Seeing the other person's doubts, the man took the initiative to explain: "II know that this training is used to strengthen the control of strength, but the master is unwilling to teach me.  Can you teach me this?  I'm willing to pay the tuition!  "

    "No!" Qing Fen replied simply, lowered his head and continued eating noodles.

    "Why?" There was anxiety in the man's tone.

    "The time has not come!"

    "Why do you say that? When is the time?" The man almost got angry.  For modern people, the only person worthy of trust is themselves. Even if they are people they usually trust, if they don't explain something clearly, they will probably not be able to get their support and recognition. I think his master's pretentiousness has already made him lose his temper.  This man has been depressed for a long time.

    Qing Fen looked at the red face that was about to pounce on him and thought for a moment.  It's just a hobby for this person to survive. He won't need to rely on force to earn a living, he won't need this to save his life, and he won't be able to practice this thing to the limit. So even if he is told now, it's not a big deal.

    Regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, practicing **destructive techniques must first start with increasing muscle strength. Only after reaching a certain level can one talk about power control.  For most Western martial arts, strength control of 30% is enough. The energy invested in training will increase exponentially. It is no longer necessary for skills such as boxing. After that, it enters the stage of accumulation of skills and experience.  .  Even for Chinese martial arts that emphasize self-cultivation, 50% power control is the limit of most martial arts, so it takes ten or twenty years for Chinese boxing to be successful.  If you want to improve it later, the time spent on flower training will increase exponentially, and what is needed is the coordination of talent.

    Qing Fen himself has the skill of forging iron into steel, but even though he can concentrate the power on his fists, he can still only control about 50% of his whole body's power.  With my own level of control, I can lay tofu on bricks, and with one punch, the tofu will not break but the stone will. This is something that even the most skilled boxer cannot do.  Among the people I know, Zicanlan is undoubtedly the most powerful in control. He doesn't need to use any internal power, and the bamboo leaves between his fingers can split gold and crack stones. This is all the result of power control.  As for the legendary person with 100% control, that is truly a legend.

    There is no doubt that the people in front of you don¡¯t need to understand this, or deliberately thinking about these things is harmful to the progress of martial arts. After all, this is not about playing games and looking at data.

    "Martial arts training also requires basics. If you want to learn strength control, you must first have strength. Otherwise, what will you control? Let's slowly build muscles first!"

    When the words came to his lips, Qing Fen still swallowed them back and spit out a satisfactory answer.

    After saying that, he lowered his head and started to eat noodles again, but the other party refused to let him go: "Such an argument is not convincing at all. Are you more powerful than my muscles?"

    "Heh," Qing Fen stretched out his left hand in a funny way: "Am I not more powerful than you? Do you know what powerful muscles look like?"

    Is this hand different from your own?  The man doubtfully grabbed the hand that was slightly too big for a woman.  It feels very soft, but different from the softness of my girlfriend. The smooth skin is full of elasticity, and the whole hand is glowing with a faint red color.

    Before the man could take a closer look, an angry scream came from the direction of the door behind him: "Kang Ren, what are you doing?"-

    Chunlin stood trembling at the door of the restaurant. She told herself a hundred times that everything in front of her was just a dream, but the pain in her palms that had been pricked by nails told her a hundred and one times that this was not a dream.

    Kangren has been married to himself for less than a year. His own business has just reached a critical period and he is usually very busy. This afternoon, he called himself as usual and told him that he would not go home for dinner to discuss business in the evening.  Well, I am considerate of a man's career. I have never asked my husband to watch over her 24 hours a day like other little women. I have given him 100% trust and have never played any tricks like tracking and checking text messages.  But, could this scene before him be the "trust" he repaid to himself?

    Tonight, it was really God¡¯s will. Normally, I should be doing housework at home at this time, but today I was suddenly invited out by a friend to go to the night market, otherwise I wouldn¡¯t have ruined his good deeds.

    Just now, I saw him and a tall girl eating face to face, who said they were going to discuss business, across the street. At that time, my heart had already gone cold.  But Tu Zi numbed himself by saying that maybe the girl was his client, although it was impossible to think of it based on her age and dress.  When I walked to the other side of the street, I saw the exact same food on their table, and even the ice cream that I loved most when they were in love. My heart was already cold and only the last bit of warmth was left, waiting for my husband to give me a  Unexpected explanations, hoping for incredible coincidences in the world.  But when he walked around the wall and walked into the restaurant door, what he saw was their hands held together.

    "Kangren, what are you doing?"

    All Chunlin's sadness turned into an angry scream.

      ¡°Ah¡ªwhy are you here?¡±

    Like all criminals caught with stolen goods, Kang Ren¡¯s first reaction was inexplicable horror.

    "How can I see this good show if I don't come?" Chun Lin laughed angrily and pointed at the red woman: "Who is she?"

    "No, you misunderstood, I don't know who she is!"

    Kangren was really frightened and hurriedly explained.

    "Don't know? Kang, are you an idiot or do you think I'm an idiot? You're still reluctant to let go of me now. You tell me you don't know who she is?"

    This explanation was too clumsy, Chunlin sneered again and again.

    "I really do not know!"

    It was only then that Kangren realized that he was still holding the other person's hand when he was nervous, and he hurriedly wanted to shake it off.  Unexpectedly, the man suddenly grabbed her with his backhand, and the strength in his hand was enough to prove the relationship between muscles and strength she just mentioned.

    Although Qing Fen became the "mistress" for no reason, he felt quite funny at this time.  Normally, he would definitely get involved with a beautiful woman, but now he was dressed as a woman. Unexpectedly, he had already made one man jump into the lake in half a day, and the second man was caught for "raping". Could it be that his destiny has changed now?  A harmful spirit that specializes in conquering men?

    ???????????????? The matter has to be solved. There is a famous saying in journalism: People are stupid, it is better to deceive them than to persuade them.  Although Qing Fen has never studied journalism, he knows that he never believes in reality and only believes in what he wants to believe.  Now this angry woman has decided that she has an affair with this man. No matter how hard the evidence is, it is impossible for her to change her opinion. Even if she tells her that she is a man, she may not be able to clear her mind, which will only cause more trouble.  It's just that there are too many ways to write the word "ambiguous". Whether it's more or less important depends on the person.

    He grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand and shook him back to his seat. Qingfen looked at the woman whose eyes were filled with tears and her face was red with a half-smile, but he said to Kangren: "Is this your girlfriend? She is so fierce and domineering, and she is so cruel."  It¡¯s really hard for you!¡±

    "Bah!" Chunlin didn't listen to what the vixen said. It was okay. When she heard this, she became angry and spat over: "Shameless thing, I am his wife, and we are officially married!"

    He is a person with a strong personality. If he doesn¡¯t have an attack at ordinary times, it will be particularly severe when he does have an attack. It seems that it is better to be violent.  Thinking of this, Qing Fen made a disapproving gesture: "It's just a piece of paper! Who still takes that thing seriously now? The Civil Affairs Bureau is closed now, otherwise the divorce will be a matter of blinking an eye. Mr. Kang is young and promising Diamond King  Lao Wu, you are worried that there will be less people lining up to get in when you go out?"

    "Dream!" Chunlin became angrier as she listened. The mistress was so shameless now that she dared to ask someone for a divorce to vacate a house in front of someone else's wife. Did she regard herself as a dead person?  Without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pulled Kangren up from the chair and pulled him behind him: "You want to make me angry? You want to make me so angry that I get divorced so that you can come in? In the next life!"

    "Tsk, you are really thick-skinned. The yellow-faced woman should obediently follow the trend of history and consciously give up her position. If you can't see your face now, you can look at your hands. They are rough, dull, and erratic.  There are so many cracks." Qing Fen proudly raised his hand and twirled it under the light: "Compare my hands to yourself. Do you think as a woman, you can win me?"

    Looking at the woman in red on the seat, she is indeed not a beautiful woman with beautiful features, but she is young, heroic and energetic, and the hand she extends is round and full without any flaws.  I looked down at my hands again. After more than a year of housework, oil, salt, firewood and rice, the hands that still looked smooth at first glance have indeed become dull in comparison.  In just one year, has she become a yellow-faced woman?

    but!  A sneer appeared on Chunlin's lips, little girl, you still don't understand men!  Ignoring the person on the chair, the yellow-faced woman turned around and handed her hand to Kang Ren: "Do you remember this hand?"

    For Kangren, this matter was a huge misunderstanding from beginning to end, but he couldn't get in the middle of the two women's fight and could only worry about it. At this moment, his wife suddenly handed her hand to him, and he instinctively  The moment I took the hand and placed it in my palm, my heart couldn't help but tremble.

    ¡°My wife and I have known each other since college, and I don¡¯t know how many times I have touched this slender and tender girl.  But I don¡¯t know since when I was busy with business and entertaining friends and banquets. It has been a long time since I put my wife¡¯s hand in my palm and took a good look at it.  It turned out that my wife had a career of her own. In order to support her business, she became a housewife, and she was such a strong person.  This hand is already slightly rough, and it is even dimmer compared to the hand I held just now.  The wound on the thumb was probably caused by chopping vegetables. The long incision was almost healed, but as a husband, he didn¡¯t know when his wife was injured

    Bits and pieces of past events flooded into my memories. Every messy night, I would come home in the dark after drinking so much that I would not know who was going on when I walked in the door, leaving a pile of mess for my wife to clean up; every time I was busy and forgot to call, and when I got home, I just  Seeing a table of cold food and a tired smiling face; every time his wife hugged him and wanted some tenderness, he always pushed her away physically and mentally exhausted, leaving her to cry alone in a dark corner.  What's even more frightening is that I have become accustomed to this kind of life without knowing it.  In his eyes, his wife's dedication has become a matter of course, and everything he does to her is also reasonable. Once upon a time, the lover who worked hard and cared for her turned out to be the nanny he hired!

    Kangren suddenly didn¡¯t want to explain this misunderstanding.  Today, I really have never thought about finding another woman, but I have gradually forgotten the person I know and love. If things continue like this, it will only be a matter of time before I become one of the "rich people" I once despised.  .  If there is a Buddha in this world, then Kangren is very grateful to the Buddha for letting a misunderstanding come before the fact.

    "II will try my best to go home for dinner in the future!"

    A man doesn¡¯t shed tears lightly. Chunlin knows her husband and what the red circles under her eyes mean. Today, this woman¡¯s affairs are no longer important. Her husband has gone home.

    Seeing the man and woman walking out of the door leaning against each other, Qing Fen secretly let out a sigh of relief.  It's not easy to win a war, and it's not easy to defeat a war. Thinking of this, I lowered my head and continued eating noodles. Suddenly, someone slapped the table hard and the noodle soup almost splashed.

    Qing Fen looked up and saw the store owner standing in front of him with his arms akimbo, contempt written in the corners of his eyes and brows. He pointed at the door: "Miss, you are not welcome in this store, please get out!"

    Qing Fen looked around and realized that both the waiters and the diners in the store were looking at him with the same expression.  Who said there is no morality in the world?
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