Chapter 6 Chapter Four Bonds (Part 2)

What is fate? Yang Junfei never thought about this question, because he didn't believe it at all.It was only because he had a strange dream that he suddenly remembered the word. The sunlight was very soft, bringing him a hint of warmth, just in contrast to the cold air in the morning. By the way, it is early in the morning. It has been more than a week since I came to the United States when I just turned sixteen.Yang Junfei rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked towards the bed. At some point, Jan stood in front of him. Jan is the eldest son of the landlord, seventeen years old. Yang Junfei washed the oatmeal with milk and ate it.The host, Bancy, also got up early to prepare lunch for him to take to school.

At the school gate, he met his old friend Zhong Jian, who shouted at Yang Junfei from afar: "My family is really that one, even the food has to be paid for by itself!" Yang Junfei just "hmm" a few times, as if he hadn't seen him. "Hey, what's the matter?!" He yelled again. "Ah, it's you! When..." Yang Junfei was taken aback. "What's the matter, you look miserable. Are you broken in love?" Zhong Jian said haha, and asked "concerned notes" while walking. "Fuck you, I'm just thinking about some philosophy of life."

"Hmph, philosophy of life? How can you think so much that you lose your self-confidence!" Today is an extracurricular class. There are two teachers, one male and one female.The two of them stood together and succinctly expressed the meaning of the difficult idiom "sharp contrast". The male teacher is obese, almost bloated, and his body is almost twice that of the female teacher. Relatively speaking, he has a good impression of female teachers, and always feels that male teachers are too arrogant. The female teacher's name is Linda. She often claims that her name ranks first among the most common names in the world.As for the male teacher's name, Yang Junfei has not figured it out yet, but he has to admit that the fat man's lectures are really good, and he even quotes Lao Tzu's "Inaction Theory" from time to time.

The unremarkable time is the longest. I remember that when I arrived in Nick City in Portland last Tuesday, I was absent-minded, which caused him to lose his backpack, and also caused a carload of people to accompany him to look for it. In the end, he also let him I got it back. Zhong Jian felt helpless towards his state of despair. Today's off-campus activity is to organize a visit to a high school.During the rest, Yang Junfei walked to the grass far away from the crowd in a bored manner, conveniently folded a section of straw, put it in his mouth, and lay down on the ground. Fate just came without warning, and it was the meeting of tens of minutes that made him suffer until now.

"Well, it's so unhygienic, be careful of getting sick!" Suddenly, he felt someone sitting next to him, bringing a gust of fresh wind. This is a voice that he will never forget, and its owner is an extremely handsome Chinese girl. In his memory, that girl has always been a mess of beauty. He looked to the side and said indifferently, "I know you?" "My name is Zhang Bingying." The girl smiled and made a face at him, "Don't we know each other now?" Yang Junfei spat out the straw and looked at her. She was wearing a plain dress, sitting beside her with her arms around her knees.

She just looked at herself quietly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, generously, without deliberately avoiding her own sight.It seems that she is a very confident girl. "Don't you like to play with everyone?" Zhang Bingying asked, pointing at the crowd in the distance. He shook his head impatiently: "Play with them? There's no need for that." "Then I'll play with you." She blinked her beautiful eyes at him, "What's your name?" "There's no need to tell you." "Why so cool, cheapskate." Yang Junfei ignored her, but turned his attention to the group of people in the school.

Zhong Jian was smiling wickedly at him from a distance, and kept making messy sign language. Looking at the sky, it is still as blue as ever, so blue and transparent.Occasionally, a small piece of cloud would float over, but before it left my sight, it had dispersed. It must be very windy there!He decided that way.Suddenly, the eyes darkened, no, it should be said that something blocked the light. Yang Junfei moved his eyes reluctantly, and he saw several tall boys in judo uniforms. "Chinese pig, I heard from your friend that your Chinese kung fu is great, do you dare to compare with us?" The one who took the lead asked loudly in a mocking tone.

"Ignore them, let's go over there!" Zhang Bingying hurriedly took his hand, wanting to leave. "Ha, he's scared, coward." The group laughed one after another. "That guy has no seed at all, and he's just like others. Go up and beat him up!" Yang Junfei didn't want to make trouble, so he sneered and followed the girl silently. But before he had gone far, a stone was thrown from behind and hit him on the back. Then, a sullen voice said: "If you want to get out, get out of the way, damn it, the sick man of East Asia!" "Fuck, who is it!" He turned around abruptly, his eyes shot at the person who spoke like lightning.

He was a man of yellow race, who also seemed to be of Chinese descent. This proud American citizen should have long forgotten that he still has Chinese blood and that he also has a yellow complexion. He stared at himself viciously, with sneering pupils in his eyes. "His name is Peter..." Zhang Bingying leaned close to his ear and whispered. Yang Junfei felt angry for the first time, he yelled: "Hmph, it's this kind of traitor that I love to beat!" "But he's a four-dan judo..." I don't know what kind of strength is supporting him to stand on this stage.

There were many people sitting around, he looked up and saw Zhang Bingying's worried eyes, he smiled to reassure her, and then looked at his opponent. Peter was tall and muscular, but that only meant that he was quite strong. Although it was said to be a friendly match to the outside world, Yang Junfei knew very well that it was only in name, just like prostitution, it also needs to be played under the banner of aiding communication or promoting racial integration. On the stage, one person must fall down. The current Peter is like a wounded beast, with big blood red eyes wide open, wishing to swallow himself in one gulp, perhaps it is more appropriate to call him "it".

Yang Junfei stretched his muscles and thought to himself: "It's been a few years since I've had a real fight with others, what should I do? What kind of boxing? Taekwondo? Karate? Or Aikido? By the way, or Use the authentic Chinese boxing method, which can make up for the difference in height." He learned martial arts from his father since he was a child, and his father knew a lot of things, so he learned a lot. For sixteen years, he knows a little bit of almost all kinds of boxing skills. Although he is greedy and a bit inexperienced, he is still good at the basic application of various boxing skills. My father often said that he was a genius. Taekwondo is suitable for close combat tactics and is suitable for two people of equal strength.Karate mainly relies on subduing strength with ingenuity, and transforming strength with small strength. However, Chinese boxing techniques are very complicated, but most of the gist is to prevent the opponent from getting too close to you, and to keep a distance of at least one leg between the two. When it is too big, you can ask for self-protection. Yang Junfei's figure is very flexible, and he can basically avoid those clumsy attacks. It's no wonder that judo is also a close-quarters tactic, and if the enemy is not close to him, no matter how powerful he is, he has no room to play. It's been more than ten minutes, and Peter still has trouble getting close to him. There were bursts of "hush" sounds from the audience, and looking at Zhang Bingying again, she seemed not too worried. At least, a smile appeared on her face. Yang Junfei felt relieved for some reason, at this moment, he made a huge mistake, he underestimated the enemy and carried out the first attack. Peter dodged, his left foot tripped down, his hands stretched out, his right hand hit him hard on the left shoulder, his left hand locked him tightly, and then pressed him to the ground forcefully. Yang Junfei's heart was supported by his right elbow, and he wanted to lose, but he heard Peter laugh twice and jumped away.He turned over and stood up in bewilderment, not understanding why the guy let him go. "Brother Cool, how are you doing?" Zhang Bingying's face turned pale with fright, and she almost ran to the stage. Yang Junfei raised his right hand to signal that he was fine. Fortunately, he turned sideways for a moment just now and let his left arm suffer the blow.Look at the opponent, he is looking at himself mockingly, with a disgusting deceit on his face, as if he is admiring a work of art that will never escape his hands. Yang Junfei suddenly understood, it turned out that he didn't have good intentions to let go of himself, but just to continue to torture him. The bastard!Although he doesn't know and doesn't want to know, why Peter has so much hatred for him, the person he met for the first time, but he only knows one thing at this moment, and he is angry! This was the second time in his life that he felt that his fists were clenched tightly, and the anger was frantically stirring in his body. I remember the person who made me angry for the first time. That guy is still in the hospital. It is said that his spine is broken, and he may lie in bed for the rest of his life. This is why I left my hometown and came to the United States. Yang Junfei was angry but not chaotic, constantly luring Peter to hit straight right punches. Finally he was fooled, Yang Junfei seized the opportunity, clenched his right fist, and rushed straight towards Peter's body. "Super heavy punch!" Someone in the audience exclaimed. Yes, this is the most clever and domineering move in karate, the overweight punch!It uses the strength and momentum of the body to inflict a powerful blow on the opponent. But the fly in the ointment is that there is only one chance to use this move, and if you make a mistake, it means that you may be knocked down. Moreover, its attack range is too small, and the hand can only stretch within a range of about ten centimeters. If it is too short or too long, its power will be reduced accordingly. The fist hit the chin, and Peter fell limply to the ground due to the principle of leverage. There was a commotion in the audience, everyone was stunned by this unexpected ending, only Zhang Bingying was still awake, she ran onto the stage recklessly, and hugged him. "Hey!" Yang Junfei yelled softly, and pressed his left arm. "What's wrong, let me have a look. Ah! It's all swollen! Go to the medical room, and I'll bandage it for you." She said with concern. Yang Junfei pointed to Peter and said, "Help him first, that guy is much worse than me." "Mmm! Mmm!" There was another burst of boos from the audience, among which Zhong Jian yelled at him the loudest, which made himself, who always claimed to be the thickest-skinned guy in the world and calm when encountering things, feel embarrassed. Yang Junfei glared at Zhong Jian fiercely, and finally laughed himself, silly. He was sixteen years old at the time, and Zhang Bingying was fifteen. In my memory, this was the first time I met Zhang Bingying, the most important woman in my life.In the end the woman betrayed herself, left with his best friend, and got married. I still remember that afternoon, instead of taking the school bus back home, I went to Zhang Bingying's home. "I won't let you come in vain, let you try my Chinese food today!" She tied her hair into a ponytail with colored rope and walked into the kitchen. After a while, another sentence came out: "There is Coke in the refrigerator, can you take it yourself?" Yang Junfei smiled self-deprecatingly, still sitting restrainedly.It wasn't until the smell of rice came from the kitchen that I thought of going in to have a look. "Want to help?" Seeing that she was very busy, he couldn't help asking. Zhang Bingying turned around and smiled: "Go to the living room and wait obediently for me to serve the dishes. This will help me a lot!" "But..." He hesitated to speak. "But what?" She was still laughing. "Your food is almost mushy." "Oh, My God!" Zhang Bingying hastily turned off the fire. It took a long time, and the rice was finally ready. Three dishes and one soup were placed on the table, as well as two bowls of lovely but burnt rice. "Do you want to pray before meals?" Yang Junfei asked amusedly. "Unless you're Catholic." "Haha, I belong to the Freedom Church!" "Freedom? From the motherland?" Zhang Bingying asked curiously. "I created it myself." "Ha, you lied to me!" She stretched out her hand pretending to hit him, but her hand was not long enough. Only now did Yang Junfei catch a glimpse of the shadow of an oriental girl from her body. He froze for a while, and buried his head in eating. "Is it delicious? This is my first time cooking for a boy!" Zhang Bingying asked carefully. He nodded without hesitation: "Well, very good, but there should be less sugar in this braised pork. By the way, is your ancestral home in Fujian?" "How do you know?" Zhang Bingying asked in surprise. "I won't tell you." He hummed happily. Suddenly, there was a faint feeling of sadness that emanated from the surroundings, and that kind of depressive emotion almost distorted the light. Looking up, Zhang Bingying's original bright smile was replaced by a face of mourning. She closed her eyes, as if she was crying, and a trace of tears slid down her smooth cheeks. "Why are you crying?" Yang Junfei felt his heart ache, and he wiped away her tears vigorously. "I don't know." Zhang Bingying shook her head and said, "Maybe it's because of the song you just hummed!" "Song? But this is a cheerful song, why..." Woman, alas, until now, she still doesn't understand this kind of creature. "I don't know! I really don't know!" She opened her eyes, and suddenly smiled again, with tears remaining on her long eyelashes.After a long time, she said again: "Perhaps, this is the feeling of wandering away from home that parents said... By the way! What's the name of this song?" "Grass." "It's so beautiful. The song is beautiful, and the name is also beautiful." Zhang Bingying smiled brightly. She looked at him, shrugged her cute little nose, and said, "I've decided, I want to give you a present!" "What gift?" Yang Junfei was baffled by her abrupt words. "I won't tell you, just close your eyes first!" "Okay, I'll close it." As if he had a premonition, he closed his eyes obediently. "No peeking." "it is good……" Before he could finish speaking, two cold and soft lips had already kissed his lips.The moist and tender feeling rushed to the brain immediately, only to feel that the mind was blank at that moment, and even the bones were soft. After an unknown amount of time, the lips left his mouth, and the slippery tongue left wet traces all over his face, slowly moving towards his neck. Just when he was intoxicated by this tenderness, his neck suddenly felt cold.Two sharp foreign objects pierced the muscles, and the blood rushed out uncontrollably. Yang Junfei opened his eyes suddenly in disbelief, looking at Zhang Bingying who was almost touching his face.She still had a smile on her face, with innocent pupils in her eyes. The bright red lips seemed to have absorbed the bright red blood, and became even more bright red... She licked her lips contentedly, but her vision became more and more blurred, and in the end, only her beautiful image was left on her retina. Smile, her smile was dark and weird, and she smiled even more happily. Yang Junfei yelled in panic and sat up from the bed.It's a dream!It turned out to be a dream!He stroked his chest vigorously, his mind was in a mess. It’s been a long time since I had a nightmare. No, when I’m performing tasks, I always adjust my attention properly so that my brain can recover from fatigue as quickly as possible. This is the method he has explored during his long-term martial arts and qigong training. . Under this method, I can quickly enter a deep sleep state, not to mention nightmares, even dreams in a normal state will not appear. But recently, since being knocked out by something inexplicable next to that coffin, a week has passed, and nightmares have always invaded my brain again and again without warning. Deep in his heart, there was always a very uneasy feeling.Like, like something terrible is going to happen. He believed in his sixth sense very much, because this inexplicable and unexplainable ability allowed him to escape many dangers.Only this time, the feeling of uneasiness is particularly strong. What will happen in this city? Yang Junfei touched the ring finger of his left hand habitually, but he didn't touch the familiar metal touch that he wore on his hand. Suddenly his face turned pale, and he was stunned. there is none left!The ring that was almost more important than his own life was gone!When did you lose it?He frantically jumped out of bed and searched everywhere, searching the whole room, but still found nothing. The ring, no trace at all.Damn it!When did you lose it by yourself?Calm down, be sure to calm down! He took a deep breath, picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and thought about it. For a week, he was tormented by nightmares and was in a trance. He never left his room. Even three meals a day had to be brought in by the waiter.In other words, the ring was lost a week ago. Suddenly, an inspiration flashed, and the appearance of a boy came to mind. By the way, it's that kid, he must be Ye Buyu. I just investigated him the day before yesterday. He is the nephew of the target's master, Professor Yexuan. It is said that he has a very high IQ, is very curious, arrogant, independent and arbitrary, and acts arbitrarily, rarely considering other people's opinions and life and death. In short, there are only so many results from his investigation. It seems that this guy's character is really unflattering and not very flattering. He is just capable and vengeful, and no one dares to provoke him. That's all. Yang Junfei smiled wryly, this little guy knew at a glance that he was not a character easy to deal with, and he could compete with him.It is estimated that his ring fell into his hands. For some reason, when I think of that guy's smile, I feel a little uncomfortable. No wonder, when he escaped that day, he had no intention of chasing after him at all, but just smiled strangely at himself, as if he was sure of winning. Immediately, Yang Junfei lost his temper, threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, and stomped it out. Brat, if you want to play, I will play with you as much as you want!