What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 55 Thank you for raising a good son
At [-]:[-] in the morning, Beishan Park, Beishan Park, Tancheng City.

This is a park that has been built for less than ten years.

It is a product of urban expansion.

Generally speaking, the people who come to the park to play are either the elderly or the children.

Only a few young people.

Most of them come for love.

Today, it is a working day, and it is summer, and the sun is shining.

In Nanshan Park, people are sparse.

Standing at the foot of the mountain in the park, Xu Ji dawdled, and after a long time, he finally took a deep breath.

Then he reached out and lifted the two plastic buckets beside him.

Raise your hands flat, with a bucket in each hand.

This kind of bucket is for household use, but Xu Ji bought it at the supermarket at the entrance of the park.

Water is drawn from the park's artificial lake.

Each bucket can hold about 20 liters of water, which is estimated to be 40 pounds.

The two buckets filled with water were held flat with both hands.

Xu Ji moved forward slowly and started jogging along the cement road up the mountain.

Mountains in such parks are generally not high.

That's 200 meters.

There are also cement roads built by the municipality, and the roads are gentle.

Even a child can happily go up and down several times.

But carrying two buckets each weighing [-] pounds is another matter.

Not to mention, it has to be flat.

Xu Ji can't do it either!
The old man asked for it.

Would he dare not do it?

He raised his head and looked at the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

"This wave... this wave, my two arms are about to be abolished!" He looked sad.

however……

After a while, Xu Ji was surprised to find out.

It seems...it seems...probably...

He has no pressure!
With both hands raised horizontally, the buckets each are holding, although the weight of the buckets can clearly be felt.

But the muscles adapt very well.

No soreness and burden.

It was as if he was not carrying a bucket full of water.

But two empty buckets.

This surprised him a little.

"My body..." He swallowed: "It has been transformed by the old monster..."

He remembered when he punched in the open space in front of the convenience store yesterday morning.

With one punch, even the air was hit!
and so……

"I'm probably the equivalent of a knight in an old-fashioned martial arts movie now?" he thought.

In old-fashioned martial arts movies, knights can't fly around yet.

I can only hum and drink, punching to the flesh.

Anyone who can jump from two or three floors unscathed is an expert.

The one who can beat ten by one is the top master.

It's not like today's martial arts dramas, where you can't wave your sword qi casually, knock over seventy or eighty minions, and you're embarrassed to come out and pretend.

But to be honest, those martial arts dramas today, in terms of how exciting the fights are, can't keep up with the fights in the old-fashioned martial arts dramas.

Not to mention the special effects!
Xu Jidon felt quite emotional.

Holding the bucket in his hand, he began to speed up, walking all the way to the top of the mountain.

The hands are steady.

Even if it is slowly accelerating, gradually reach the running speed.

Not a drop of water came out of the bucket.

Running to the top of the mountain like this, Xu Ji put down the bucket and took out his mobile phone to take a look.

More than 100 meters of hillside, the total time is less than 2 minutes.

He raised his arm, but it was only slightly sore.

It's just that the breath is a little unstable.

He squatted down and took two breaths.

Then he sat cross-legged, and adjusted his body according to the old monster's words.

With breathing and breathing, the arm pain gradually disappeared, the muscle fatigue gradually recovered, and the originally unstable breath gradually became normal.

After only about 10 minutes, Xu Ji stood up again.

"Brother is really going to become a muscular man!" He raised his fists, looking at his abdomen that was gradually starting to gain some muscles, his face was unavoidable.

For a man.

A muscular body is a dream!
So Xu Ji was full of energy.

For young people, as long as they can see hope, who would really lie down?

........................

It's nearly eleven o'clock, and it's almost time for dinner.

Xu Aiguo leisurely hummed the lyrics from the flower drum play: "My son-in-law is here to make up the pot... I lied to my mother-in-law..." Slowly, he came to the downstairs of his house.

As he was about to enter the door, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Lao Xu...Lao Xu..."

Xu Aiguo looked back, but it was Li Quan, secretary of the party committee of his company, and Ling Xuan, chairman of the labor union.

The two men held something in their hands, and greeted him with smiles all over their faces.

Xu Aiguo was suddenly puzzled.

It's not a holiday today, are these two here?

But he still smiled and went up to meet him: "Secretary Li... Chairman Ling... Are you two?"

Li Quan smiled and said, "Old Xu, Lao Ling and I were entrusted by the party committee of the group to visit you, a retired old party member, a veteran cadre..."

"By the way, let me know if you have any difficulties in life..."

Xu Aiguo was stunned.

Don't understand what's going on at all?
Just listening to Li Quan say: "In addition, I want to thank you!"

"Thank me?" Xu Aiguo was at a loss.

"Yes!" Li Quan said with a smile: "Thank you for raising a good son!"

Xu Aiguo's eyes were about to pop out: "Xu Ji?!"

"Yeah!" Li Quan said with a smile: "Old Xu, I didn't say you..."

"In this year of retirement, I have never contacted the party committee of the group to report..."

"Why, to cultivate a good son, but also to hide it?!"

Xu Aiguo was completely stunned.

my son?
Xu Ji?

I raised a good son? !

and many more……

Are you sure you are talking about that Xu Ji, who lives in a convenience store every day, and does not walk outside the door, except playing games, reading novels, going out on a blind date and being rejected by other girls?
Are you sure there is nothing wrong?
…………

going to finish get off work.

Yang Qinghong checked the last account in his hand.

Then, in the office, with a few colleagues, we discussed who to join the game tonight.

Talking and talking, I don't know who, and I started talking about my children.

You speak, I speak.

It's not my daughter, who is studying in England now, it's my son, who passed the civil service exam last year, was sent to poverty alleviation, won an award from the unit, and what kind of advanced individuals should I judge? Ph.D. candidate!

Yang Qinghong listened, it was not a good taste.

Slowly, he began to shake his head and sigh.

The few colleagues saw it, but pretended not to know, and continued to talk and brag about their children.

The more Yang Qinghong listened, the more uncomfortable it became.

As if on pins and needles, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Yang Qinghong here?" came a familiar female voice.

Yang Qinghong got up quickly, went forward to meet him, and opened the door.

Just outside the door, Cai Li, the chairman of the Women's Federation of the Group, appeared in front of her with a gift bag.

"Chairman Cai..." Yang Qinghong was surprised: "You have something to do with me..."

"Can't you just drop by if you have nothing to do?" Cai Li laughed.

Yang Qinghong hurriedly said, "Yes... Of course I can..."

I heard Cai Li say, "Old Yang, where can I find you, I really have something to do..."

"Now, there are more and more old comrades in the group..."

"Everyone's children have grown up too!"

"Many people are beginning to worry about the growth and development of their children..."

"Our women's federation plans to hold a meeting next month, and invite some old comrades who have raised outstanding children and successful children to share with you..."

"Look, can you spare some time?"

Yang Qinghong was stunned: "Me?"

"Yes!" Cai Li said, "You have taught an excellent son!"

As she said that, she joked: "I didn't tell you, Lao Yang, your son is so good, why should you hide it?"

Yang Qinghong was suddenly a little messy.

I?
Teach a good son?

Xu Ji! ?
She thought about it seriously, and thought about it from beginning to end.

I didn't find my son, what was so good about him?
Even playing a game is not as good as the child of Lao Zhang next door.

By the way, Lao Zhang's son is only in the sixth grade this year.

But this year's Chinese New Year, Yang Qinghong saw with his own eyes that his son was beaten by Lao Zhang's son in the game.

and so……

What did Xu Ji do?
These questions ran wild in my mind.

Yang Qinghong nodded: "If Chairman Cai doesn't dislike it, I'm still happy..."

"That's good!" Cai Li shoved the gift bag into Yang Qinghong's hands and said, "Then I won't bother you!"

"Chairman Cai, walk slowly!"

Carrying the gift box, Yang Qinghong turned around.

The entire office was silent.

Several old colleagues who were still talking about how good their children are, are now sitting at their desks and looking at documents.

Yang Qinghong has made a high profile.

"Old Shen!" She asked the person who had just played the most ruthless man: "How about coming to my house to play mahjong tonight?"

"I'm sorry..." The woman who called Lao Shen raised her head: "There are guests at my house tonight..."

"Oh!" Yang Qinghong raised her head proudly.

In the office, the two newly recruited college students this year have quietly come to Yang Qinghong.

"Aunt Yang..." The two of them spoke sweetly and softly, and they scolded side by side: "What does your son do?"

Yang Qinghong smiled and said nothing.

But she enjoys it.

Even the body seems to be a little lighter.

The son's arrogance, even the momentum of being a mother is different!
Just ...

She doesn't know yet, what exactly did her son do?
Beside them, the two little girls became more enthusiastic.

(End of this chapter)