Martial Arts Master

After Lou Cheng put down his cell phone, he thought about the calls he had received in the past few days and felt a little emotional. Then he realized that there seemed to be something missing. Yes, neither Wu Yuehui nor Ice God Sect had contacted him!

Were they blocked by Master, or had they already acquiesced to this situation and development?

Shaking his head and laughing, without thinking any more, Lou Cheng continued his moving business and drove back and forth several times with the rented minivan, becoming the main labor force today. He lifted the marble dining table that only four people could lift with one hand. When they stood up, Lou Zhisheng and Qi Fang repeatedly lamented how good it was to practice martial arts. Lou Yuanwei, "Second Son" Lou Yuanchang and others who came to help did not dare to come forward to help. They could only take some small items and watch dutifully. Come on, shout 666 a few times.

Near noon, Lou Cheng entered his original home again to see if there was anything missing.

The living room is mostly empty, filled with clutter and a mess. The cabinets are missing, the TV is missing, the single sofa is missing, and the coffee table that has been used for many years is missing...

At first glance, Lou Cheng suddenly felt a little sad, and had a subtle feeling that he had left his hometown and left home. In his opinion, his new home was all unfamiliar, and there was no familiar smell when he walked in it, while this place was... I have lived here for more than ten years, and it is full of memories that are engraved in my bones. It is my home in my heart.

Sigh... He sighed and walked around the living room, half checking and half remembering.

He stopped at the door of the master bedroom and looked around. The wardrobe was gone, the desk was gone, and some of the old clothes that my mother finally gave up were thrown on the floor.

Looking at the empty place, he pictured the large bed with red paint and mottled colors in his mind. Lou Cheng's expression was a little complicated. It was the bed that his mother brought as a dowry. It accompanied her throughout her marriage and also witnessed it. My birth and growth witnessed my babbling and studying hard.

When the couple got married, supplies were not abundant, and my mother was from a rural family, so she naturally had little dowry. Therefore, my grandfather, who was a decathlete, found wood and built a bed and furniture with his own hands, which he still uses today.

After taking a deep look, Lou Cheng came to the door of his room. Because he bought a double bed and a sofa bed in his new home, his old bed still stayed in place quietly, just like it had for so many years, but the desk next to it, The bookshelf and wardrobe opposite it were gone.

I think of my childhood when I was lying on the bed, of the young man who put the lamp under the quilt at night and secretly read novels, which made his eyes a little short-sighted. I think of the youth vacation where I slept until noon. I thought of the sun shining, Yan Zheke lying there, and myself again. During his devout and turbulent growing up years, Lou Cheng felt that it was hard to let go of this place and his "old friends" for a moment.

It was like saying goodbye to a childhood sweetheart whom I had known for many years.

I really want to take it to my new home...

Lou Cheng took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the "memory", and sent it to Yan Zheke before going to bed, "sighing melancholy" and saying:

"It seems like I no longer have a home..."

There is no more past.

"I touched my head. When my family moved to where we are now, I felt uncomfortable for a long time. Well, I got used to it and accepted it after two weeks..." Yan Zheke "laughed to tears", "I have a father and a mother. It quickly felt like home.”

"Yes." Lou Cheng casually picked up a few old books that he didn't want before, took one last look around the room, closed the door softly, and said goodbye to the home that existed in his memories for more than ten years.

After taking the elevator and entering his new house, he took a shower, washed away the sweat and dirt, and changed out of the stained clothes.

Reaching out to wipe his head, Lou Cheng saw white mist rising up. He passed by the kitchen and heard his father chatting with his grandparents and second cousin in the living room. He saw his mother busy preparing dishes.

According to Xiushan custom, it is necessary to treat relatives and friends to a meal on the first day of moving.

"Mom, why bother? Why not just book two tables outside?" Lou Cheng leaned against the door of the kitchen and said with disapproval.

Qi Fang raised her head and glared at him, not caring whether he was the genius of the world: "What does it mean if Nuanzao is not at home?"

"Mom, if things like customs are convenient, it doesn't matter. If it's inconvenient, it doesn't matter. It's all about yourself, otherwise it will become feudal superstition." Lou Cheng persuaded again.

"You're the one who's superstitious!" Qi Fang's voice rose up, then softened, "There are only relatives on both sides today, not many people."

"Okay, Mom, let me help you." Lou Cheng walked into the kitchen, took off an apron and put it on.

"You help? Go, go, go out and chat with your grandpa and the others. Don't make trouble here. Your grandma and the others will come to help later." Qi Fang showed no joy and waved her hands in disgust, as if to shoo away flies.

My real mother... Lou Cheng grabbed it, squeezed to the cutting board and said, "Mom, I have cooked several meals in the United States, and martial arts practitioners are not bad at swordsmanship."

"Really?" Qi Fang put down the kitchen knife and watched with half surprise and half doubt as her son moved the knife with flying speed, chopping melons, vegetables, bones and meat.

Not bad... She secretly praised it, but the focus of her concern was no longer this. She asked without hiding her curiosity: "Do you really cook for yourself in the United States? Are you responsible?"

Lou Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Usually I just chop vegetables and stuff, and Keke does the cooking."

Qi Fang smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "You guys are living a decent life, but you have to take the initiative to cook some dishes, don't let Zhe Ke do it, the fumes are heavy..."

She talked a lot.

"Well, I'll have to observe it carefully later!" When Lou Cheng answered, there was no pause in his hand movements, and the sound kept making.

After a while, he had prepared most of the dishes. Seeing that the counter could no longer be placed, he temporarily stopped and watched his mother cook.

"Studying hard!" He took a photo and sent it to classmate Ke Xiaoke.

"I miss your food..." Yan Zheke, who had finished washing and was lying on the bed, suddenly felt a little hungry.

After watching for more than ten minutes, Lou Cheng took the initiative to cook the stir-fried beef he was familiar with. He handed the phone to Qi Fang and said:

"Mom, help me take a video later. Just hold down here and don't let go. Yes, right here. If you let go, it will stop by itself."

"Really, what are you taking pictures of..." Qi Fang muttered and pointed the phone at her son.

I really don’t understand how today’s young people cook and make videos!

"Mom, it's time to press it." Lou Cheng poured the beef into the oil and started to stir-fry.

When the side dishes were served, he deliberately showed off, carrying the pot with one hand, imitating the chef, and tossing the food. Not only that, he also controlled his power precisely, throwing out the word "一" now, and the word "川" at the next. After a while, flowers rained all over the sky, fluttering down...

After putting the fragrant dishes on the plate, Lou Cheng took back his mobile phone from his stunned mother and sent the video to Yan Zheke.

Not long after, the girl "sat in a daze" and said:

"I have never seen such a boring person like you..."

What the hell is this fancy stir-fry!

Qi Fang had woken up and pushed her son out of the kitchen angrily:

"Go, go, play by yourself!"

Don't know how to appreciate... Lou Cheng spread his hands, shook his head in amusement, and walked towards the living room.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a bit like home here.

When Lou Cheng's second uncle, second aunt, and grandma arrived and went into the kitchen to help, the noon "warm stove wine" was finally ready before one o'clock. Because there were so many people, they were divided into two tables, one for those who like to drink in the restaurant, and the other for those who like to drink. It is a coffee table, sofa, stool and chair, where people who concentrate on eating can gather.

As the head of the household, Lou Zhisheng picked up his wine glass and said a few words first, and then everyone congratulated them on their move.

After drinking and eating, some people played mahjong, some played "Pig Gong", some played landlords, some played chess, some played online games, and spent an afternoon happily.

After dinner, Grandpa Lou Cheng and the others returned home one after another, driven by their uncle who had not drank. Grandpa and grandma from Ningshui stayed in the guest bedroom, Qi Yunfei and Chen Xiaoxiao occupied the second bedroom, and aunt Qi Yan and uncle Chen Wenguo slept in the separate room. The study room has a sofa that can be unfolded into a bed.

Ever since, Lou Cheng looked at the unfamiliar sofa in the living room and couldn't speak for a long time.

"On the first day of my new home, I became the 'director' again..." he said to his wife, "hiding his face and sighing".

Yan Zheke, who was in class, replied with three words:

"Laugh out loud."

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On October 3rd, Lou Cheng practiced as usual and went to Qin Rui's martial arts gym in his spare time.

In the evening, he took the high-speed train back to Songcheng because the martial arts club would resume special training the next morning.

At eight o'clock the next day, in the Songcheng University martial arts venue, the special training team, which expanded to more than 20 people, finally met Coach Lou, who had been away for a long time. Some people took photos and posted them on Weibo, Weibo and WeChat Moments. Moved to tears.

After finishing the preparatory exercises, Lou Cheng put his hands behind his back and asked everyone to come out one by one to practice, and finally said:

"Senior Brother Li Mao, King of Mouth, He Zi, and Dali, you can participate in the professional qualification competition at the end of October. Jin Lu and Jin Nian, you should also follow. You may not be able to pass, but it is good to gain experience."

As for newcomer Deng Yang, he got his 9th vocational certificate before entering university.

As for the eighth-level elixir realm, there is no need to rush, and one cannot be in a hurry.