Chapter 15 qigong

In the dream, you said that Yinger was still like that, and I suddenly felt the sharpness of a shovel. I said that Yinger was really hard-hearted, and when I woke up, I still felt that sharpness.When eating in the dream, you also asked: Then you don’t want anything else? This sentence has a little bit of accusation and complaint. What a clear dream it was. Yinger wore a red dress and braided a dozen small braids. I took a picture of her and took out the silver bracelet and lock. I let her sit in the sun on the platform.This is a hell of a thing. An advertisement should be published, saying that Yinger, who practices qigong, teaches qigong.I just took a picture of her, Yinger was sitting on the wooden railing of the platform, behind the white, yellow, orange, wall panels I painted, behind the sea and pine forest, she made the appearance of meditating, her legs were very easy.I can still see her sitting in the sun, changing her handprints with a bitter face.

The photo wasn't very good that time, but I thought one or two photos were good in color.It has the earthy red and solemn feeling of Tibetan architecture, but she is not satisfied. What she likes is the round and red appearance like a little girl. It was simply a wound, and I saw that incident again, she went to practice Qigong, we also went there, and Xiangyi also went.In that auditorium, stand upright, everyone gestures and draws, the old man pretends to be a master, and sits lightly on the side.I went to the backstage of the stage and lay there with my hands folded to sleep.When I woke up, except for a few foreigners who were shaking, rolling or not moving, you were all out, and I quickly put on my shoes and went out.

Walking on that hillside, I couldn’t see you. You taught Yinger how to drive. This is another small auditorium in the mountain bay, with well-repaired water storage facilities and toilets.I saw a few fruit trees on the hillside that hadn't yet produced fruit, sitting in the shadow of the trees.Seeing a gust of wind, the little flowers on the grass slope trembled.Those flowers shone and moved in the wind, forming waves, such small yellow flowers, I really saw what the wind's hand was doing.This is a job invented by the old man: Qigong massage.Ying'er sometimes pressed and smashed those fat and strong people a few times, and a howling sound was slowly stopped by the old man.The big man who howled and fell was particularly obsessed with Qigong. Later, he had no money, so he mowed the old man's lawn. This was the role the old man liked to play.

After practicing qigong, everyone sat on the hillside, and the old man even praised me, saying that I had good qi.I still don't know what's wrong with me? Later, Yinger wrote a letter saying that the old man asked her to go to the city to do qigong and gave her money, tens of yuan an hour, to do qigong massage. Ying'er continued to keep the attitude of laughing at the old man: It's true that you are fooling the Chinese.Said that the old man brought out the old dish when he saw her: I am so angry.Yeah, she told later. The old man seemed to be married to old Mary, and only then did my heart settle down slightly.She was very careful and said: At the beginning, the little boy of old Mary did not agree, but the old man was very good at currying favor with him and playing with him, so it finally worked out.At that time, I couldn't explain why I was uneasy. I really couldn't imagine this matter. The old head was as bloated as waste paper, and Yinger's was as sharp as a pencil.

thunder.