The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 24 You Are Going to Kill

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Cangzhou, Renqiu, Huojiazhuang.

At night, there was a knock on the door of an inconspicuous bungalow.

Soon there was a rush of footsteps in the room, and then the door was opened, and a middle-aged woman with an urgent face appeared in front of Huo Yunting.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Yunting is back, come in, come in. Zhongde! Zhongde! My son is back!"

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a long gown came from the back room.

"dad."

Huo Zhongde looked as usual, but the slightly trembling mustache above his lips showed that his heart was not very peaceful.

"Well, just come back."

Strict father, loving mother, bungalow.

Huo Yunting grinned and laughed.

Go home.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Chen Caiping said eagerly, and planned to go to the kitchen.Half a bowl of meat was still hot on the stove.

"Mom, I've eaten. By the way, I brought you something."

Bring something?
Chen Caiping and Huo Zhongde were taken aback for a moment, then looked at his hand.

Good guy!
Moutai, donkey-hide gelatin, grilled chicken... and two Chinese!Each one is full of high-end gift boxes.

Chen Caiping was terrified when she saw it.

Carrying more than a dozen boxes in both hands, these things cost about 1000 yuan at least.

"Yunting, you are not doing some illegal business, are you?"

On weekdays, neighbors and folks give gifts, rice noodles wrapped in newspapers, a bundle of dried noodles, and a basket of eggs, which are considered good gifts.

Such things as Moutai and donkey-hide gelatin have only been heard of.

"Mom, what are you thinking? Didn't I tell you that I'm an actor in Peking?"

"Come in and talk, come in and talk, don't stay at the door."

After getting on the kang, he opened a bottle of Moutai and poured it into three small cups.Huo Yunting respected his parents.

Chen Caiping and Huo Zhongde sipped, savoring carefully, for fear of wasting it.

After drinking for three rounds, Huo Yunting talked about his experiences in Beiping these years.

Said that he took in a younger brother, said that he knew a group of friends who talked about cross talk, said that he had met celebrities, and said that he had received tens of thousands of dollars in salary.

He also talked about his own illness, which has already been cured.

"Then... When your illness is cured, do you want to consider doing it all over again from high school?"

Huo Zhongde's thinking is very simple, reading is the way out.

After being silent for a while, Huo Yunting shook his head, "Let's talk about it after my illness is completely cured."

Huo Zhongde didn't speak.

He has stepped into the society, so he is no longer a child.Some things he knows.

"By the way, Dad, Mom, you take the 5000 yuan."

He took out an envelope from the package, it looked a little thin, Chen Caiping opened it and saw that it was full of red tickets.

Huo Zhongde frowned, and pushed the money back, "You are alone in Beiping, where prices are high, and it's time to spend money. We both have a house and a job, and we won't die of hunger."

"Yes, you keep the money." Chen Caiping also nodded, "Give us half of the money, how can 5000 yuan be enough for your expenses in Beiping? What if you can't continue to work one day-you The job is not fixed."

Huo Yunting smiled modestly, opened his clothes, and there was a thick pile of red notes in his inner pocket.

"Dad, Mom, I didn't make it clear just now. I did get paid tens of thousands of yuan, but it wasn't ten thousand, it was a small forty thousand."

That night, Huo Zhongde and his wife suffered from insomnia for a long time.

After returning home, all the troubles in Peking were left behind.

Visited some neighbors from Zhuangzi, and revealed a little fortune symbolically.

Although Chen Caiping has never been to school and has read books, she is not stupid.

Although most of the people in Zhuangzi are martial arts practitioners, there are still many old men and women who chew their ears at the entrance and end of the village.

If you earn a little money, you can boast that you are a boss worth over [-] million yuan, and if you dress poorly, you may become a serial murderer that shocked the whole country tomorrow.

A little bit of appropriateness is enough.

On the 22nd, a family of three took two bottles of Moutai to celebrate the old man's birthday.

The old man also lives in the village, not far away, just a few minutes' walk away.

"Hey, Yunting is here, let grandpa take a look."

"Father, milk."

Entering the house, the family of five sat together.

Their old Huo family is small, and the three generations add up to only five.

The main reason is that Mr. Huo is open-minded and active in thinking.

Birth in other people's families is like giving birth to cubs, risking their lives.He doesn't, one birth is enough.

In those years, I was so hungry that I gnawed on tree bark and ate Guanyin soil. I couldn't support myself, but I also raised a bunch of children?
So Huo Zhongde is the son of Huo Zhongde.

As for Chen Caiping, she is an orphan.

"Grandma, grandma, I respect you two elders. I wish you good luck like the long flowing water in the East Sea, and your life is not as old as Nanshan!"

As for the old couple, when one celebrates his birthday, the other will follow suit.

This meal was also enjoyable.

After celebrating the old man's birthday, Huo Yunting did not return to Peiping immediately.

I haven't been home for several years, so I have to stay for a while.

Moreover, he asked Lao He about when "Ping Zong Xiaying" will be released, and Lao He said that he expected to wait until 04.

"Ping Zong Xia Ying" was not released, so I was not exposed.After returning to Peiping, I might have to continue acting as a group performer.

Anyway, going back is also picking up work, so it's better to rest here with my parents for a while.

But rest is rest, but the basic skills of this day cannot be left behind.

No, Huo Yunting got up as soon as the chickens in Zhuangzi crowed.

Isn't there an idiom that says so?Smell the chicken and dance.

It was still Huo's practice hand boxing, but he had to pause every few punches, as if he was thinking or looking for a feeling.

The story of the Ouroboros that Fan Bingbing told gave him a lot of inspiration.

A person's subconscious mind can get rid of those distracting thoughts that are useless to the subject in his dreams, so can he also get rid of those performance elements in boxing that are meaningless to him?
These days and nights, he often practiced his set of hands-on boxing in his dreams.

No, there is absolutely no need for this turn over and kick.

Stepping up across the ears...it still doesn't feel right.

piercing the ear, lifting the bell...

When the sun hangs high, the morning exercise can be regarded as over.

"Huh, call it a day."

Putting on his coat, he turned his head and saw Huo Zhongde staring at him.

"Father, you also practice boxing?"

Huo Yunting's mouth was parched, he picked up the enamel cup on the stone table and poured it into his mouth.

I thought that my father was working in the factory now, so he would not practice boxing for a long time, but he still couldn't let it go.

"This is not the hand boxing I taught you."

Hearing this, the tumbling Adam's apple stopped.Huo Yunting put down his cup.

"father?"

"This is not the boxing practice I taught you. The way you practice is to kill people."

Huo Zhongde still stared at his son, "Who taught you this punch? Who do you want to kill to practice this punch?"

For a while, the small courtyard was silent.

　Update early today.

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(End of this chapter)