The morning at the end of March was a little cold. On the swaying branches, birds were combing the dew between the wings. When they turned their heads, a wisp of gold bloomed from the gaps of the clouds, pushing away the color of Qingming. The quiet city gradually became lively. The child wore a small yellow hat and had a heavy schoolbag on his back, rubbed his confused eyes and was sent out of the house by his parents, and walked onto the school bus; the old man walked on the park path with a bird cage with a smile, occasionally stopping, hanging on the bird cage, and playing Tai Chi in place; young men and women were eating breakfast in their hands and walking on the street, hurriedly taking the bus, and the whole world came to live in this busy morning.

The birds passed through the golden morning light, and the mottled sunlight shone into the window frame. For a moment, a sound began to sound.

Dingling--

The alarm clock with mottled rust became noisy, and suddenly a big hand next to it was covered, and the noise stopped abruptly. At the head of the bed, Xia Yi woke up from his sleep and yawned, then slowly got out of bed. In the noise of "Carrying rags!" "Two pieces of buns, two pieces of two and five pieces!" "...Aunt Zhang, come and buy vegetables!", he walked to wash, then put on an old piece of clothes to cover up several scars on his arms, and took a piece of bread from the old refrigerator and put it in his mouth, and walked out slowly.

"Xia Yi, it's early!"

In the up and down corridor, the old man who went to buy vegetables in the morning met the 20-year-old young man who smiled and said hello. The old woman next to him pulled her husband and said, "Why say hello? Go quickly and go quickly."

Xia Yi smiled at them politely and walked out of the dilapidated unit building. The streets were directly connected to the not-so-spacious. It rained lightly last night, the ground was a bit dirty and muddy, and there was turbid sewage in several potholes.

The crowds were coming and going on the street, and the aromatic breakfast shop was opening the steamer. Next to it, the grocery store with the words "Youyu Supermarket" was written. A girl was lying on the counter, holding her chin with her hands, looking straight outside, and hearing the familiar footsteps approaching, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Brother Yi, are you going to work?" Her eyes were not in any color, and she stared at a certain place without blinking. She was a blind man.

"Yes, Xiaoyu, this is for you."

The young man named Xia Yi took out a beautiful bracelet from his white pocket and put it in Xiaoyu's hand. His delicate and simple hand gently rubbed the text on it. His face was red, and he smiled out a pair of beautiful dimples. He spoke shyly, and his voice was soft: "Thank you Brother Yi..."

"Then I'll leave. I'll come to talk to you after get off work." Xia Yi smiled and waved his hand, ready to leave.

"Wait...wait..." Xiaoyu gently called the figure who walked away, put down the bracelet, and panickedly took out a plastic bag under the counter, held it in his hand and handed it over. His pretty face turned redder, as thin as a mosquito sound: "......this...this...this...this is what I made this morning, Brother Yi... you bring it with you... you don't have to go hungry at noon."

The plastic bag contains a warm lunch box.

"Nothing... If you can't see it, you won't be afraid of being hot." Xia Yi looked at her with a blame, hesitated for a while, and took the plastic bag. "In fact, there is something to eat in the martial arts hall at noon."

"It costs six yuan..." Xiaoyu's voice was very light, his white face turned red and lowered, and his fingers were stirring the corner of his clothes, "...You are usually too frugal, I know Brother Yi will definitely not be willing to spend money. In the future... Xiaoyu is ready, come and get it."

Xia Yi looked at the lunch box in the plastic bag, shook her head, and suddenly reached out and pinched her face gently, "No, let your stepmother know that she must hit you."

The pretty face over there was suddenly red and dripping and drooping even lower.

"Then I'll leave first, otherwise I'll be late."

The girl raised her head and wanted to say it again, but Xia Yi's voice had already drifted away. At this time, in the shop behind Xiaoyu, a woman in her forty years came out to put her on the shelves with something to be sold. She glanced at the girl's expression, hummed in her nose, and said to the room: "Some people's daughters seem to be unable to keep them, they look handsome, but unfortunately they are blind."

"Who offended you early in the morning?" A man in his forties walked out with a sloppy beard and hair. "Xiao Yu can't see it, how could you say this in front of you!"

Xiaoyu retracted his thoughts, turned around, and whispered in the direction of the two of them: "Dad, forget it, I can't see it at all..."

"You're not only blind!"

The woman put a can of drinks on the shelves, walked to the store door and looked outside, turned around and pointed at the girl's chest, "... my heart was blind too."

Seeing the woman getting more and more excited as she spoke, the man stopped her in the middle, and his voice became louder, pointing at the other party in anger, "This is my daughter, what are you talking nonsense..."

"Why isn't it?" The woman didn't look at her husband, pointing to the place where Xia Yi walked before, with disdain in her eyes.

"...Do you know that that guy has been in jail and has been released soon. Don't let your daughter be deceived, and help count the money."

"How come this kind of thing happens?" the man looked at Xiaoyu who was not talking and muttered.

"Auntie, how can you say that to others?"

The girl lowered her head and stirred the corners of her clothes, her eyes were a little wet and red.

………

Xia Yi, who was rushing to work, couldn't know what was going to work. He said that he was going to work, but in fact it was no different from doing chores. After leaving this street and crossing a few roads, there was a martial arts school there, which taught some good people, and some weak office workers. The business was not very prosperous. Most of the facilities inside were outdated and there was no money to replace them.

Xia Yi found many jobs, but was rejected because he had no education and had been in prison. Being able to find the current job can barely make a living in this city.

——Revitalize the Martial Arts Hall.

Walking into the door with the plaque hanging, several disciples in the museum who were training nodded to Xia Yi, saying hello. It was morning and the students usually would not come at this time. His job was to clean the floor, martial arts facilities and toilets of the martial arts hall before the students came. Most of them were looked down upon by doing such work at such an age. In addition, his health was not good, so he could not bear it to work hard on the construction site.

Today, the owner and several senior disciples did not show up. Those who came were some of the junior brothers below the museum, dragging the floor, and occasionally they could hear their worries discussing things.

"I heard that a South Korean martial arts school was opened on the street next door. I went over and took a look yesterday and it was decorated very stylishly."

"No wonder Master and the others didn't come today. Will they run to play the game?"

"The master is a good man, he won't do such a thing."

"......will the other party come to kick our martial arts school? The colleagues are enemies. The elder brother has a bad temper and will definitely fight at that time."

"... Speaking of senior brother, he seemed to confess his love to senior sister a few days ago, but he was rejected. It was just the fire."

"That's not a good show... I don't know who will be unlucky at that time."

"It's definitely not me!" One of them smiled. He looked at the young man mopping the floor there and shouted: "Hey! Xia Yi, you have to be careful recently. Don't be troubled by the senior brother. He is in a bad mood recently."

After the mop stopped, Xia Yi straightened up, wiped the sweat from her head, and smiled on her face, "How could you all know that I am weak and can't fight, so it's even more impossible for my senior brother to come to me to practice."

Xia Yi is actually not weak in his body, but has been injured, causing damage to his internal organs. Even if he recovers, he will leave sequelae. In addition, he looks fair and sunny, and he looks like he is weak, but he has always had a secret and has never told anyone else.

"Okay, the floor has been mopped, you can practice."

After mopping the last corner, Xia Yi took the bucket and mop to the utility room to clean it up, throwing it back, and hanging the mop accurately on the wall hook. This is his secret. As long as you hold anything in your hand, you have the ability to use it as familiar as an arm.

The door of the utility room is closed.

When he came out, several disciples in the hall had already started hitting sandbags or stinging against wooden men. The sound of sluts was full of vitality for a while. Xia Yilai's martial arts hall had been cleaning for several months. I heard that the sluts taught a fierce boxing technique in the hall, but he had never seen it.

Anyway, in this era of using guns and cannons, no matter how powerful martial arts are, they have not become strong or even become performances. However, this has nothing to do with him, so let’s talk about it after living a good life for a while.

In the afternoon, when the red glow was dyed in the west, Xia Yi finished cleaning up the hall and greeted the people inside. Before he could walk out of the street, he received a call.

"Hey! Lao Yi! I'm trapped in the sewer and haven't eaten for a day. Come and save me...hey...hey..."
Chapter completed!