From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 43

"Not a bad job."

Lardboy stood at the door and glanced into the house. Hiromi Takikawa was wearing a white vest and jeans, especially the curve of her hips was vividly outlined.

Wu Changyun waved his hand to signal them to hurry up, and Lard Boy nodded.

"The Royal Police is amazing? What a background?"

"Do you know me?" Lard Boy approached Zhou Fengjuan and asked.

"I don't know." Zhou Fengjuan replied with a guilty conscience.

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me, you'd better go downstairs with us quietly, and save me from gagging your mouth with a rag." Lard boy waved impatiently, and escorted Zhou Fengjuan downstairs.

"what's your plan?"

Asked by Wu Changyun, Hiromi Takikawa lowered her head slightly, and after a short while, she said with a smile on her face: "I probably need to go to Japan to rectify, after all, such a big thing happened."

Takikawa Hiromi's performance made Wu Changyun feel a little guilty, but right now, this is actually a rational choice.

"Well, you can stay with me until you leave."

After hearing this, Hiromi Takigawa became excited again, and nodded in agreement.

When driving home, Wu Changyun intentionally spared a section of the road, passing by the place where he used to play tricks on the set. It was almost the Chinese New Year, and there were no crew members on that site, but there were still a few men dressed as martial artists running around.

Wu Changyun introduced to Hiromi Takikawa his experience during filming, including almost falling off the wire.

"This job is just too dangerous."

"sometimes will."

"But you're good at it, and it's not easy to find a job that you're good at."

Hiromi Takigawa leaned against the car window and looked at the window sill of the tea house, and happened to see the old man drinking tea and amusing birds, the people and the scene blended perfectly together.

Everyone has something they are not good at, especially as a popular idol, the missing part is like a missing piece of the puzzle, reminding Takigawa Hiromi all the time that she is not what she ideally looks like.

Coupled with the nature of this profession, no matter how much you pay, you may not be rewarded. She is considered lucky.

"what happened to you?"

"what?"

Takigawa Yumi suddenly came back to her senses. The teahouse and stone road in front of her eyes were no longer the same. She pressed her temples and said, "I'm just a little tired."

"Then you should rest for a while, and I will wake you up later."

"Ok."

Takikawa Hiromi looked at Wu Changyun's profile and fell into deep thought. Men are really strong creatures, no matter how much they have, they will not become weak.

When I got home, I saw Fushun standing at the door. This guy was worrying about what to have for dinner. Since they moved here, the quality of the food has not improved. If they want to have some tea and barbecue, they have to go down the mountain.

"It just so happens that you're back. I can't eat this instant noodles anymore. Let's go for a walk." Fushun said, pushing Wu Changyun away, and only then did he see Takikawa Hiromi behind him.

"Excuse me." Hiromi Takikawa said with her head down.

"It's okay, don't bother me." Fushun was overwhelmed by the respectful and polite Takigawa Hiromi, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

Wu Changyun smacked his lips, and really stopped himself from asking.

"Wu Changyun is my senior. I met a bad brokerage company and he helped me." Seeing that Wu Changyun was a little embarrassed, Takikawa Hiromi explained.

"Drink, there is such a thing as a hero saving the beauty, okay you."

After entering the house, Hiromi Takigawa suggested that she cook a dinner. At the beginning of her career as an idol, she had no source of income and basically had to cook by herself to save money. Hiromi Takigawa was very confident in her cooking skills.

Fushun applauded happily. After such a long time, the kitchen was finally put to use.

The three of them had dinner together talking and laughing. The next morning, Fushun smelled the smell of rice and went to the kitchen. He saw Takikawa Hiromi, who was wearing a shirt one size bigger, humming a tune from his hometown and preparing breakfast for them.

"It's amazing, they can live together even though they are not related by blood."

"You don't understand that. In our place, Chang Yun and I are called brothers, the kind who are closer than real brothers." Fu Shun took a bite of the apple, looking very understanding.

Not long after, Wu Changyun, who had just woken up, answered the phone, and the voice from the microphone made Wu Changyun instantly relieved of his sleepiness.

"Chang Yun, come back." The master said on the phone.

"Okay, master, then I'll go back in the afternoon?"

The master didn't answer, but said that his wife had prepared meals and asked him and Fushun to come over early.

As soon as it was 11 o'clock, Wu Changyun brought Fushun to the gate of the compound carrying large and small bags of gifts. The two of them looked at each other, neither of them was brave enough to pick up the gifts on the car, and finally entered the compound empty-handed.

The abnormal thing is that the brothers and sisters are not there, only the master and his wife and a table full of meals.

To say that Fu Shun was the most popular with his wife before, even if there were some trivial family quarrels with the master, the atmosphere at the dinner table would not be too awkward.

Wu Changyun glanced at the master and knew that the old man was angry with him. This old man was very stubborn, and it was not easy to take the initiative to find himself back for a meal.

"Master, I plan to recruit my seniors to set up a security company." Wu Changyun told the truth again.

"You are a big kid, do you really think you can hide from the master?" The master quickly pulled the food in the bowl into his mouth, although he leaned his chopsticks on the bowl, he got up and said to Wu Changyun: "Follow me to the backyard."

The mistress and Fushun both looked at the master with doubts on their faces. The mistress wanted to pull Wu Changyun, but Wu Changyun gently pushed away the master's hand and followed the master to the backyard.

"Choose one that suits you best." The master held a long sword in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and gestured twice to the air.

"Master, do you really want it?" Wu Changyun wanted to say "it's not necessary", but the master looked serious and determined that one thing would not change his mind easily.

"Okay." Wu Changyun picked up the long sword on the long bench and walked to the middle position to stand opposite the master.

As a junior, Wu Changyun made the first move. After two rounds of probing, he felt that the master's sword defense was impenetrable. Almost every move he made was seen through by the master. Wu Changyun felt strenuous with just two touches.

The master slashed the sword obliquely. Seeing Wu Changyun raised his hand to block, he slid down the sword body, and the tip of the sword directly picked Wu Changyun's arm.Wu Changyun quickly twisted his wrists, raised his master's long sword with his hands behind his back, and the weapons of the two intertwined in an arc for several times before they separated.

When Wu Changyun just turned over his wrist, his ring finger and the back of his hand were scratched. When he saw the blood, his wife couldn't bear it, but she didn't know how the master felt.

"After a little bit of kung fu, I feel that my wings are hard, come again." The master retreated to the original position.

Wu Changyun just backed up again and again, and took a few steps forward to prepare for the next round of attack.

Fighting again, the master slashed and stabbed one after another. Wu Changyun was overwhelmed and could only make a strange move. He aimed at the gap in the master's attack and stabbed with his sword. At the same time, he leaned out half of his body. Turning sideways to avoid the blow, Wu Changyun relentlessly pursued behind him, the master could only move around the field, turning his head to catch the two swords from time to time.

"Brat, who taught you this?"

Wu Changyun took the initiative, but the master was as slippery as a loach. If he didn't pay attention, he was stabbed by the master's sword, and the buttons on his clothes flew off.

The master ran out of breath, if the two of them hadn't just competed and exchanged ideas, he would have knocked Wu Changyun to the ground long ago, and would have waited for the hospital to send someone to carry them on a stretcher.

"Bastard, do you think I dare not cut you?" The master cursed secretly in his heart, but he couldn't stop on his feet. As he got older, his physical strength couldn't keep up.

(End of this chapter)