The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 13
"I said little brother, what do you mean?"

Huo Yunting looked at him, and burst out laughing, "His hands are so fast, he pushed me two times and then stretched them into my coat. When did you stare at me?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and stuffed the wad of money back into the inside pocket of Huo Yunting's coat.

"It's so sharp, could it be that he's also a buddha (pickpocket) who plays tricks and steals?"

"Oh, Lian Jiazi."

The middle-aged man smiled. Those who know how to do chores these days are called Lian Jiazi, and he didn't care about Huo Yunting's claim.

It is estimated that he is a half-child who goes out after learning some work.

"Our well water does not violate the river water, you and I are wolves eating sheep."

After patting Huo Yunting on the shoulder, the middle-aged man was about to leave.

"It's just a low-level thing, where did you get the distinction between wolf and sheep?"

Huo Yunting really looked down on these pickpockets and thieves.

Speaking of it, it is also a business to tune the door, and it is also very wonderful to steal the sky and change the moon.

But it was useless, all the kung fu was spent on the hands.Letting people catch it is the end.

Not bragging, Huo Yunting dared to say that he could easily pick up four pickpockets.

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man frowned, and his hand that was about to turn the lock stopped.

"Little brother, before you go out, has no one in the master's school taught you to speak your misfortune?"

"You're not a disaster."

Although the tone was calm, what he said was really ugly.

This kid really doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, so leave him a son of blood to educate his parents.

The middle-aged man reached into his pocket and gently grasped the handle of the bullet knife.

Shot!

The moment his hand suddenly stretched out of his pocket, Huo Yunting also moved.And faster than middle-aged men.

Lunge with the left leg and take a small step forward, stepping.

The left arm elbowed, leaned on, and hit the middle-aged man's chest, slamming him against the car wall.

"boom!"

This middle-aged man looked really thin and short, Huo Yunting held back his energy and only used six points of his strength.

However, it is still enough for middle-aged men.

Chest tightness, can't breathe.My eyes turned black, and countless gold stars flashed past.

"Tie, Tie San... Shan, rely on... Bajiquan!"

The bullet fell to the floor, and the middle-aged man leaned against the wall of the car, gasping for breath.

That's bad, your mother is really a practicer.Maybe he is a true disciple of Bajiquan.

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, he really kicked the iron plate today.

This elbow didn't seem heavy, but it almost made him faint when it hit his heart.

Although I haven't practiced my body before, I'm not so weak that I almost faint with an elbow.It can only be said that this kid is really fucking strong.

"You see, I said it. The low-level stuff can't be put on the stage."

Patting the middle-aged man on the shoulder, confiscating his small knife, Huo Yunting turned the door lock and left.

Going back to the bunk, put the sundries under the bed.Money and cell phone stuffed among the pillows.

Lie down.

The middle-aged man was right, this is a form in Bajiquan, close to the body.

He actually knows how to do it.

This was when I was in primary school, and I was so greedy for the Bajiquan practiced by Uncle Xu in the next village, I insisted on learning from him.

You have to ask why, because Bajiquan sounds better than practicing hand boxing.

Uncle Xu laughed and taught him this style.

Now he still remembers when Uncle Xu told him that one trick was eaten everywhere.

The sharpshooter Li Shuwen, the pinnacle of Bajiquan in modern times, was invincible in all battles by relying on the "tiger climbing the mountain hard", and achieved the prestige of "the hard fist without second strike".

So I only taught this trick.

Later, his father found out about this and chased and beat him.

Beat from noon to night.

It was also the first time in Huo Yunting's life that he felt the power of Huo's hand boxing.

...Damn, haven't been home for years.

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and prepared to squint for a while.Because I have to brace myself to be on guard at night.

Everyone in this car has their own ulterior motives, and there are not a few old men like middle-aged men.

However, within 2 minutes of closing his eyes, a familiar voice came.

"Little master, do you eat eggs?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, he stood up and sat up, almost being knocked on the head.

Sitting on his bed was the middle-aged man who was in the toilet just now.

Very light steps.

The middle-aged man smiled gently, as if nothing happened just now.Holding two eggs in his hand, he handed them to Huo Yunting.

What are you doing?

Huo Yunting squinted and stared at it, but didn't speak.

The middle-aged man was not embarrassed, and said to himself, "Let me peel it off for you."

He pulled out a glass as if by magic, and threw an egg into it.Then he shook his hand quickly.

Hold the glass upside down, but the egg does not leave the glass. With the hand shaking the afterimage, the egg is also spinning rapidly in the glass.

Fragments of eggshells fell.

"Mom! Mom! It's magic!"

A child on the upper bunk pointed at the fallen eggshells and giggled, but was soon slapped on the butt by an adult.

"Snapped"

"The melon seeds are moved to the corn!"

The mother picked up the teary-eyed child, looked cautiously at the middle-aged man, quietly took some things out of the inner pocket of the clothes, and stuffed them into the inner cover.

The glass is buckled on the bed, and when it is removed, it is a smooth egg without a trace of shell.

"Hehe, little brother, I invite you to eat this egg."

"After a while, you cleaned up the eggshells on the ground."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched a few times.

"Ok!"

Picking up another egg, "Little brother, I invite you to eat the second one."

Hold the egg gently with your thumb and ring finger, and flick it violently.

Eggs rotate.

Tap the eggshell with the index finger and middle finger, and pieces of eggshell fragments fall down again.

However, this egg is unusual, it is pale white, with a little liquid yellow.

No, it's raw eggs!

Huo Yunting's pupils shrank, only the shell was broken, not the membrane?
Not long after, the eggs were peeled.

The middle-aged man picked up the glass, gently pinched the egg membrane with his nails, and the flowing egg white and yolk fell into the glass.

"Little brother, how are you doing?"

The middle-aged man leaned his head gently and went over, "Even if it's dirty, it's still bad."

Yes, he is a very honorable Buddha.

In his opinion, tuning is a business, just like any other industry.

Okay, I admit that you are a high-ranking martial artist, but there are things you can't do even if we are low-ranking!
Seeing this, Huo Yunting just shook his head lightly, "For me, it's the skill of slaying dragons."

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, he bent down and swept the eggshells on the ground, "To me, there are no branches in a hundred feet."

The middle-aged man leaves.Huo Yunting just remained silent for a while, stuffing the boiled egg into his mouth in one gulp.

Throw away the raw egg in the glass.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there were still many voices in the carriage.After the lights were turned off at ten o'clock, the sound gradually quieted down.

In the dark night, in the dark carriage, only the rattle of the train tracks.

After a long time, some footsteps also moved with the sound of the track.

They are the hosts of the night.

Someone slipped into the box where Huo Yunting was, but was stopped when he was about to go in.

"Tough ideas."

The person who was caught was stunned for a moment, nodded, walked around the carriage and continued to walk backwards.When meeting other peers, I will whisper a word of advice.

"14 groups, hard ideas."

Huo Yunting squinted for a long time in the afternoon, so now he sleeps very lightly.very light.

But he fell asleep anyway.

I can't see the scene around me clearly, only the two eggs in my hand.

Holding the glass upside down with his left hand, an egg inside was spinning wildly with the shaking of his arm.

Hold the two ends of the egg with the two fingers of the right hand, and keep beating the shell with the index finger and middle finger.

"Snapped"

"clatter"

In less than five seconds, two eggs fell to the ground.

I have to practice again.

Just thinking about it, two eggs appeared in Huo Yunting's hands out of thin air.

six seconds.

"Snapped"

"clatter"

Practice again.

seven seconds
four seconds
six seconds
……

"Mom, that uncle was really good at peeling eggs yesterday. I want to learn too."

"Learn what a fart! Gua Wazi hits the shell!"

It was rare for Huo Yunting to oversleep, instead of waking up according to the biological clock at five o'clock, he was woken up by the mother and child on the upper bunk.

He opened his eyes and squeezed the pillow first, the things were still there.

"Peanut melon seed mineral water, cigarettes and beer Erguotou."

"Beer and mineral water, grilled fish slices with peanuts and melon seeds."

The fat saleswoman pushed the trolley past and was stopped in group 14.

"Hello, do you have any eggs?"

"Yes, yes, how many do you want?"

A smile appeared on the salesperson's face.After visiting so many carriages, it can be regarded as opening.

"Two, one raw and one cooked."

"Okay! Take it, this one is raw and this one is cooked."

"piece."

Huo Yunting clicked his tongue, it was really expensive.

He took out the glass from under the bed last night and threw the boiled egg into it.

The left hand shook violently, and the eggshell collided with the wall of the cup, making a crisp and rapid sound.

As a martial arts practitioner, his control over strength is no less than those pickpockets.

Not long after, a white and tender egg fell into his hand.

Pressing the egg in his hand, Huo Yunting fell into deep thought.

I just read it yesterday, and now it's all engraved in my mind?
What's your name?What did Doctor Yang tell himself about the book?

Florida or Freudian psychoanalysis?Or is it the interpretation of that dream?

That roughly means: Although I don't remember it, it can still be stored in the subconscious mind and reproduce it in dreams...

"impossible!"

"You learned it in one night?!?!"

The shout interrupted Huo Yunting's train of thought.

The middle-aged man jumped out from nowhere yesterday and threw himself onto Huo Yunting's bed.

His face was shocked and confused...but there was also an incomprehensible ecstasy.

Ignoring the middle-aged man, he stuffed the egg into his mouth.Hold another raw egg and give it a jerk.

"Da da da da..."

The egg shell falls, but the egg membrane remains.

"My god..."

The middle-aged man witnessed the whole process and muttered to himself.

"Do you know how long it took me to practice to this level? Eight years. And this is not shaped by time...it takes talent. How many people can't learn it in their lifetime..."

"Eight years, it took me eight fucking years. You learned it in one night. I..."

To be honest, Huo Yunting has some sympathy for middle-aged men now.He can understand the feeling.

I tried my best to reach the end, but I found out that it was someone else's starting point.

It's tantamount to heartbreak.

I thought that middle-aged men would be depressed and lost, and even wash their hands in a golden basin.However, Huo Yunting saw a frenzy in his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay... With such an unforgettable ability, there are people who will follow up on my art of tuning."

?

Neuropathy?
For the next time, the middle-aged man stayed stubbornly on Huo Yunting's bed, talking about various stealing techniques vividly.

Reproduce him live.

"Little master, this trick is called stealing skills... Look at it..."

Huo Yunting wanted to kick him away.However, when a middle-aged man stretches out his hand, it is a big red ticket.

"You listen to me for an hour, and I will give you 100."

Under such great interests, Huo Yunting listened very seriously.

At 12:[-], Huo Yunting arrived at the station.

The middle-aged man reluctantly followed Huo Yunting, and almost went down with him.

"Little master, do you remember what I said?"

"goodbye!"

After a while, Huo Yunting's figure disappeared into the crowd.

"Pass it on, pass it on..."

"It doesn't matter what you use him for, this skill has been passed down..."

　this is a big chapter
　　I'm so afraid of rushing to the street^
　　
　
(End of this chapter)