Diary of a male god

"Drip drip drip..."

The pitch-black silence was suddenly broken by a hasty light sound, and a ray of light lit up, but it was a mobile phone, and the alarm clock on the screen was dancing happily.

A slender and strong hand stretched out, slid slightly on the screen, and turned off the alarm clock with a "snap".Under the light of the screen, the delicate skin looks whiter and smoother, as if the finest suet white jade is carefully carved, making people want to touch it just by looking at it.

The owner of this hand is Tang Lingsu.It was three o'clock in the morning, the sun was still resting below the horizon, and the whole world was shrouded in deep darkness.There are street lights, stars, and occasional passing car lights outside. In contrast, the quiet interior is darker and you can't see your fingers.But this didn't seem to cause any trouble to Tang Lingsu. He didn't turn on the light, but quickly dressed and washed in the dark, as freely as if he was in broad daylight.As if he was afraid of disturbing someone, he deliberately made his movements light, like a big cat, or a shadow, without making a sound.

After everything was dealt with, he pushed open the window and carefully listened to the movement in the next room before he jumped and disappeared into the vast night.

This wasn't the first time he'd done it this day, in fact he did it every morning.

As a person in the martial arts world, dancing at the sound of chickens is the right thing to do.Although it is impossible to hear the crowing of the rooster in Beijing, the alarm clock is a far more convenient timing tool than the rooster.

In the dark night, Tang Lingsu took a pair of slender legs and jogged along the winding path.

As the capital of Huaguo, Beijing City can be said to be almost every inch of land and every inch of gold.The community where Su Xiaoxiao lives is not a high-end community, so she can't expect that there will be a quiet and spacious leisure square in the community.

Fortunately, there is a small park not far from the community. Although there are no exotic flowers and plants, it is better because the environment is quiet, and few young people will go there, but it is quite popular with some elderly people.

Tang Lingsu wanted to run there for morning exercises.However, although it was not far away, it was only relative to Tang Lingsu.The small park is five kilometers away from Su Xiaoxiao's home, which is too far away for ordinary people.But Tang Lingsu was different. He didn't even deliberately use lightness kung fu, and kept a steady speed. In only 10 minutes, he ran the entire distance without blushing or panting.

When he got to the little park, it was still empty.In the especially deep darkness at dawn, Tang Lingsu's figure like a civet shuttled nimbly through the forest.

Every morning, he would practice martial arts here.When he was in Datang, Tangjiabao's brothers would get up early every day to practice martial arts, and he was already used to this kind of life.In this world, although martial arts has no place to be used, but he has always maintained this habit.What's more, now he has other content to practice.

Tang Ling threw two sets of punches sullenly, then jumped up a certain big tree, and took down the thousand receivers hidden in the tree hole.

Tang Lingsu stroked his weapon with some emotion. When he was wandering in this world, he lost the thousand receivers in that river.Later, he sneaked into the river several times to search for it, and finally found it.

He stroked his old buddy a few times, then put it back.He jumped down from the tree and began to stretch his limbs again.

This time it's not about practicing martial arts, but about dancing.

Bennis told him that the art of dancing, like all performing arts, takes one minute on stage and ten years off stage.Although Tang Lingsu had almost 1% control over his body, he was still not a qualified dancer.

He can only imitate the movements, but he cannot understand the spirit behind the dance.

The dark sky was slowly lit up, and the cold north wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound.Tang Lingsu suddenly raised his head amidst the soft noises.

The north wind seemed to be blowing more violently, Tang Lingsu danced his body in the bitter wind.One raises one's hand and one turns one's body, every movement is full of strength.

Without any background music, Tang Lingsu's movements were exactly the same as in the music.His dance is not an expression of his heart, but a copy of all the movements with a powerful memory.

But even so, every movement of his was full of strength.The night had hidden his delicate facial features, but it couldn't hide his slender figure.Jumping and spinning, he is like an elf dancing in a storm, singing silently and freely.

The half-length hair fluttered in the air with the movement, like a black snake with its teeth and claws, awe-inspiring.A pair of black and white pupils, like cold electricity piercing the night sky, stand out in the hazy night.

Until he retracted his arm in front of him and completed the last movement, the whole park seemed to wake up from sleep, the trees stretched out their branches and leaves, the early birds sang softly, and even the sky brightened up a little bit.

Tang Lingsu took a deep breath and relaxed his body little by little.He faintly felt that at the moment of dawn, he seemed to realize something.It's a pity that this feeling was fleeting, and it disappeared without a trace before he realized it.

But Tang Nanshen was not discouraged, because this kind of thing had happened countless times in his life.It happened when I was practicing martial arts, when I was studying in institutions, and even when I was performing tasks.These countless experiences let him know clearly that true comprehension will only appear after hard work, and now such a little bit of inspiration is not so rare.Even if he didn't catch it this time, one day, after putting in enough effort, whether the aura is easy to comprehend, it will obediently show itself.Only this kind of comprehension is the most profound in my heart.

"The young man came so early today!"

At this time, there are already early risers in the park to do morning exercises.An old man in a practice uniform greeted Tang Nanshen with a smile, and his familiar tone was like greeting his own juniors.

"Uncle Li, are you still here to fight today?" Tang Lingsu nodded, his usual serious face even softened a little.For the old man, he always has some respect in his heart, especially the one in front of him. Although he looks old, he still has a strong killing spirit.This reminded him of that venerable old man in Tangjiabao, because of his unworthy descendants, he still came out to take charge of the overall situation at a very old age.

"I'm old, I don't sleep much, I can't sleep if I want to get up late. It's better to get up and punch twice. But you, young man, there are not many young people who get up early and do morning exercises. Don't talk about others, just talk about those little bastards in my family. , asking them to wake up a few minutes earlier is like killing them. Hey, if this was back then..."

When the old man talked about his descendants, he was angry and funny.But Tang Lingsu could see clearly that the old man genuinely cared for his juniors.