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Chapter 229 Wudang's Ultimate Skills
The next afternoon, Song Qian came to the riverbank again.
Sure enough, Ji Yangyang was found in the small open space next to the bench from yesterday.
What are you doing?
Ji Yangyang looked like he was practicing boxing, but he wasn't going fast or slow, and he didn't seem to have much strength, which Song Qian found very strange.
Ji Yangyang slowly finished her practice. "Internal martial arts techniques! Have you heard of them?"
Song Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, "Shaolin Temple? Xiaoyao Sect? Or Quanzhen Sect?"
"The 'crotch-covering faction'!"
"Then you're a little Taoist priest now!"
"My Buddhist name is Meng..."
Song Qian interrupted Ji Yangyang's last word, "These are your clothes!"
She had seen Stephen Chow's movies and was deeply impressed by this scene; she didn't want to hear Ji Yangyang's jokes.
And she hadn't expected Ji Yangyang to be such an outgoing kid. She dared to make any kind of joke.
"I forgot to return it to you when I left yesterday, so I came here today to see if I could find it. I didn't expect you to still be here. I've already cleaned it for you."
Ji Yangyang took the clothes and sat back down on the bench, and Song Qian followed her.
“I’m here at this time every day. As long as it’s not raining or snowing, you can find me here.”
Song Qian felt that Ji Yangyang's sitting posture seemed more and more natural. "Were you really practicing martial arts just now?"
Ji Yangyang turned her head. "Want me to demonstrate it on you? The Sunflower Acupuncture Technique?"
Song Qian shook her head. "What if you really know acupressure? And what if you can't undo it?"
"Then I'll summon some lightning for you!" Ji Yangyang stood up, forming a sword shape with his fingers and pointing it into the void. "Nine Heavens Mystic Lightning, transform into divine lightning, majestic heavenly might, summon it with this sword!"
"Boom!"
A loud noise came from afar.
Song Qian was stunned.
"How did you do that? Was it really a lightning-summoning technique? But why was there only sound and no lightning?"
Ji Yangyang stood with his hands behind his back again, looking like a reclusive master. "A mere lightning-summoning technique, what's so difficult about it! In the Qingyun Sect, who doesn't know it?"
“You just said you were from the Wudang Sect!” Song Qian pointed at Ji Yangyang and laughed.
"Alright, since you've already found out, then today I'll... tell you the truth!"
Ji Yangyang pointed in the direction behind Song Qian, "Today, there's an unfinished building over there that needs to be demolished. It'll be demolished by explosives. Everyone in the vicinity has received the demolition notice. I just saw a faint flash, so I know the demolition has started!"
Song Qian looked back and only saw some smoke and dust. Turning back to Ji Yangyang, she said, "You're such a clever little devil! Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"
"My name is Ji Yangyang!"
"My name is Song Qian! You can call me Sister Qian from now on!"
From that day on, Song Qian would try to come to this secluded little park in the afternoon to chat with Ji Yangyang.
A few months ago, it only came once a week, then it came every two or three days, and recently it has been coming every day.
Although Song Qian felt that the age gap between the two was a bit too big, it was still quite suitable for them to be just friends.
A friendship that transcends age!
Ji Yangyang's personality and appearance perfectly match Song Qian's requirements for a friend.
Just chatting with Ji Yangyang for a little while makes me happy. It can wash away all the troubles of the day.
Qiao Yingzi discovered that her mother seemed to have emerged from the shadow of her divorce!
She no longer sighs all day long, nor is she silent anymore; when she comes home, she is greeted by her smiling mother.
Qiao Yingzi didn't know how Song Qian got through it; she just assumed that Song Qian had gradually recovered on her own, as if she herself had been sulking.
There's only one day left until Chinese New Year.
This is Song Qian's second New Year since her divorce.
Looking at the empty house where only Qiao Yingzi was standing, and recalling how desolate it was during last year's Spring Festival, Song Qian couldn't help but feel melancholy. She realized that her days had become one of loneliness and isolation.
When Ji Yangyang met Song Qian, he noticed the worry written on her face.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Song Qian had been staring at the river, where a plush toy was floating downstream, bobbing up and down in the middle of the river. Hearing Ji Yangyang's words, she turned to look at him and asked, "Ji Yangyang, how many people are in your family?"
Why are you asking this?
Song Qian, like an artistic young woman, had a melancholy expression that seemed to slow the flow of the river. "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you, was your family lively during the Chinese New Year?"
Ji Yangyang smiled and said, "Lively? I'll be going back to my grandma's house for Chinese New Year, so it'll just be the two of us here. It should be lively enough for just the two of us."
However, Protestants celebrate the New Year in a slightly different way, so it's unlikely to be very lively.
"You're also a couple? That's really... but it's alright." Song Qian wanted to say it was a coincidence that they were the same family, but after thinking about it, she changed her words. "Where are your parents? Aren't they spending the New Year here, or...?"
"They are not dead, they are alive and well, they just need to work in other places and don't have time to come back for the New Year."
Ji Shengli applied for a temporary post in another province when Ji Yangyang was eleven years old!
After this departure, we'll see each other even less! We might only meet a few times a year.
Ji Shengli was originally supposed to come home for the Spring Festival, but he applied to work during the holiday, saying that his home was far away and the journey back and forth was too tiring, so he wouldn't go back! This way, his colleagues nearby can also have a good New Year!
What a great comrade!
Thankfully, I'm not really Ji Yangyang, but I still think this father is a heartless person.
During the Spring Festival, the nanny that Liu Jing hired for Ji Shengli's mother, Hao Yuqing, also needed to go back to her own home for the New Year, leaving Hao Yuqing alone at home. Ji Yangyang was worried about her, so he would come back every year to keep Hao Yuqing company.
Liu Jing's parents and Liu Zheng knew that Ji Yangyang was determined and rarely spent time at Hao Yuqing's house, so they agreed. They even wanted Liu Zheng to bring them meals every day, but Ji Yangyang refused.
Hao Yuqing isn't incapable of moving around; it's just that we hired a nanny to prevent any problems from arising. Besides, helping out won't tire Hao Yuqing out, and she'll be able to cook next time.
Ji Yangyang smiled slightly, "It's your turn. How many people are in your family?"
Song Qian raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Why are you asking this?"
These are Ji Yangyang's original words.
Ji Yangyang didn't follow the script. Instead, she said to herself, "You're divorced and raising a child, so you probably won't go back to your parents' home. It'll probably be you two spending the New Year together, right?"
Song Qian's squinty eyes widened slightly.
Ji Yangyang asked again, "Were you sad just now because of this?"
Song Qian shook her head. "I just feel terrible. Things were going so well, and suddenly they turned into this overnight! I don't know if it's my fault, but I feel sorry for Yingzi."
"Yingzi, is your child named Yingzi?"
“Yes, my daughter is already a teenager, her name is Qiao Yingzi.” After saying this, Song Qian stared intently at Ji Yangyang’s face, trying to see a look of surprise on her face.
Ji Yangyang didn't show anything, which disappointed Song Qian.
This child has terrible eyesight!
Am I destined to be single forever?
Song Qian was slightly worried.