Age: My Small World

Chapter 235 Writing a Letter
"So he's a disciple of Mr. Zhaodong."

Of course, Yang Jun had heard of the name Zhang Zhaodong, who was hailed as the golden signboard of the martial arts world. It was also because of him that the development of traditional martial arts such as Xingyiquan and Baguazhang was inherited unprecedentedly.

After all, he had thousands of disciples, almost all over the country.

Of course, Liang Zhengguo's father, who was famous even among Mr. Hu Baye, should be considered one of his direct disciples.

"Well, his father's name is Liang Hong. I fought against the Japanese pirates with him in the early years. It's been a while."

Then he sighed again:

"Liang Hong's luck was a little worse than mine. Once, when he went alone to assassinate a Japanese pirate colonel, he was ambushed and killed by the pirates' guns. What a pity for such a great hero."

"So, based on what you said, Captain Liang can actually be considered your nephew, not an outsider."

"Haha, let's not get into this relationship anymore."

Mr. Hu shook his head.

But when he asked Yang Jun to make friends with others, he actually also wanted to help him build more personal connections.

Behind Liang Zhengguo is not only himself, but also the entire Xingyi Bagua master-disciple relationship.

Even though many disciples have gone their separate ways, Liang Zhengguo has a lot to say when it comes to tracing their roots and returning to their origins.

Over the years, he has not been without contact with any of his father's fellow apprentices.

"That's true. I don't want to rush into getting to know people."

Although Yang Jun had ambition, he had no intention of currying favor with others, otherwise he would have come to him immediately.

The two chatted along the way and took a nap occasionally, and soon arrived at the county town.

After getting off the car, Mr. Hu curled his lips and said, "Let's go home and sit for a while first?"

"No, Master. I have something else to do. Let's do it another day."

Since we are in the county town, we might as well go and see Jiang Xueying. We didn’t go last time.

"Okay, come back in a few days. I'll check out how your Eight Steps and Thirteen Swords are going."

He paused again and said, "I won't ask you about your affairs with women, but don't do anything reckless and embarrass yourself, or I'll have to clean up the mess."

This is a moral issue, and Mr. Hu still takes it seriously.

However, he also approved of men having three wives and four concubines, and did not restrict this aspect.

"Master, how about I find you a wife so you don't have to be alone all day?"

Yang Jun, on the other hand, turned the tables.

He had actually considered this matter.

Mr. Hu is not young anymore, and I am really afraid something might happen if he lives alone, so it is a good thing to have someone to take care of him.

The old man's face instantly turned black: "You bastard, you're making fun of your master, you're asking for a beating."

The plan to find a mistress for the master naturally fell through.

Yang Jun put some more things in Mr. Hu's house before leaving.

Jiang family.

When Yang Jun arrived here, he found that the door was locked, indicating that the owner was not at home.
"Where can we go?"

"Aunt Chen should have gone to work, but where is Jiang Xueying?"

He didn't see anyone, so he turned around and walked away.

I turned around and arrived at the school gate, and found that there were traces of people there again, even the security guard was there.

"It's you again, classmate. School hasn't started yet, so you have to come tomorrow."

The uncle kindly reminded.

"Thank you for the reminder, uncle, but I wanted to ask you, does the girl who always left letters here still have any letters?"

He was just asking as a routine question and didn't hold out much hope.

But unexpectedly, the uncle patted his head and laughed, "I really forgot about that. A few days ago, that girl gave me a letter, saying it was for you."

After saying that, he quickly began to search through the drawers and boxes.

After a while, the uncle took out a letter and handed it to him. "You young people are so upset that you can still write letters every day. Unlike us in our time, writing letters was nothing..."

The uncle was immersed in his memories, and Yang Jun thanked him and left.

As he walked, he opened the envelope and began to read.

Jiang Xueying wrote to him, as always, writing about her life and her feelings.

However, in the following period of time, she mentioned him more often in her letters.

The last sentence made Yang Jun's eyes light up.

"I should be reading in the bookstore these days. If you want to see me, just come over."

The seemingly casual words were written with a certain weight, as if the author was gritting his teeth while writing them.

"Haha, it's so troublesome to arrange a meeting place. You are indeed an artistic girl."

Yang Jun shook his head, but also rushed towards the bookstore.

There is only one bookstore in the county town, and it is state-owned. There are quite a few books in it, most of which are early works by domestic authors. It is difficult to add recent works.

In addition, the existence of some foreign works is surprising. After all, Yang Jun knows the current situation.

Only after seeing the title of the book did he suddenly realize that it was a book from the north, no wonder.

In a corner, Yang Jun saw a girl reading quietly there.

Jiang Xueying was like a bright light, attracting many eyes in the bookstore, but no one dared to come forward and talk to her.

When she was fully recovered, her tall figure and beautiful face attracted other people's attention.

However, when he was pale and had a dull complexion, few people could see how he could recover.

This is reality.

The girl looked straight ahead, with only the book she was reading in her eyes.

In addition to the more common works, there are also books on science and technology, books on agriculture, books on classrooms, comic books, etc., which are quite diverse.

There are even thread-bound ancient books, ancient books, cultural relics, archaeological books, authentic works of literati, etc.

Over at the comic book area, I was surrounded by a bunch of kids and couldn't move away for a while.

Walking around them, Yang Jun came up behind the girl and found that she was reading a collection of essays called "Haitao".

This is the work of Mr. Guo. At that time, he was in high spirits and was one of the pillars of the literary world.

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind her, the girl frowned slightly, then said softly: "Sorry, I'm waiting for a friend."

"So when will your friend come?"

Hearing the teasing voice, the girl turned around in surprise.

"Classmate Yang Jun, when did you come back?"

She clenched the book in both hands, then slowly relaxed them.

"I just got back and I found out you wrote to me again. I have to come over to check it out. Otherwise, what if I don't see you next time I come to the bookstore?"

"No, I've been coming to the bookstore every day lately."

"For reading?"

"Of course, we are about to start school, so we need to take this time to get back into study mode."

"Is this all you're looking for when studying?"

Yang Jun pointed to the book in her arms.

"Mr. Guo's works can also help me with my Chinese language skills."

She stood up unconsciously, looked at Yang Jun face to face, then looked away, saying, "Come to think of it, you've read my letter, haven't you considered writing me a reply?"

"Write here?"

"I don't mind if you write while I read."

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