Dad, please try harder

Chapter 131 Qian Quan's Birds Don't Fly!

The words of Hayato Nekomoto made Igarashi Yugiri very unhappy.

For this Japan-China martial arts exchange competition, I gambled on the opportunity to hit the pinnacle of martial arts, and my daughter, who was carefully cultivated, was also seriously injured and almost wasted.

What made him most desperate was that the power of money gave him an invincible feeling.

The last time I met him face to face in China, he observed him carefully, as if looking at an ancient well, unfathomable.

At this time, Hayato Nekomoto suddenly mentioned Qian Quan, and Yugiri Igarashi felt like his heart was being scraped by a razor.

"Do you know that Chinese boy?" Igarashi Yugiri asked.

"Of course, there will be many hardworking salesmen who are responsible for collecting all kinds of information."

"Then he was injured last time, why didn't you contact him?"

"This involves confidentiality regulations again, but I am also Japanese, so I can disclose some inside information to you. Due to various reasons, the association will not conduct business in China for the time being.

"It is the first purpose of this association to prevent the Chinese from mastering this technology. I believe we are in agreement on this position."

This sentence did make Igarashi Yugiri have a good impression of that "new student association".

No matter what they do specifically, as long as they suppress China, there must be a certain degree of justice.

"I need to learn more about your potion before I can make a decision. Doesn't this violate the confidentiality regulations?" Igarashi Yugiri said.

"Of course, but before learning more, you need to sign a confidentiality agreement."

"no problem."

"Okay Mr. Igarashi, at the right time, I will visit again. This chat will come to an end here. Goodbye." He hung up the phone without hesitation.

Igarashi Yugiri put down the phone and fell into deep thought.

……

February 2rd, which is the 3th of the twelfth lunar month in the lunar calendar, is a small year.

The atmosphere of the new year in the town began to get stronger, red lanterns were hung on the street lamps on both sides of the road, festive music began to be played in a loop in the supermarket, and fireworks like hills were set up at the entrance of the store.

"Why do people nowadays always like to say that the taste of the new year is getting weaker and weaker?"

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang were going back to the village to play today. Ding Linlang was riding an electric bike, and Qian Quan sat behind and hugged her waist, listening to Lao Liu's "Congratulations on getting rich" and asked casually.

"I don't feel that way, it's similar to when I was a child." Ding Linlang said.

"Me too. Even because of the merchant's efforts to render it, it seems more lively than before."

"So people's mentality has changed?"

"It's because of mentality, social environment, technological progress and so on.

"On a broad scale, the society is in a stage of great transformation. Our previous generation set off a wave of migrant workers, came into contact with new lifestyles, and developed new living habits. Following the tide of the times, we are subtly changing The urbanization process of the..."

"I didn't think too much about it. Those who said that the taste of the New Year is just because they have grown up. You see, no one says that the taste of the New Year is not good. They still have a good time, just like we used to."

Qian Quan smiled: "Yes, children's happiness is pure.

"Perhaps our parents and elders also lamented that the taste of the year was dull every year, but we didn't care about it because we were watching fireworks and picking up firecrackers all over the village."

The electric car drove for about 20 minutes and arrived at Grandma Ding Linlang's house.

I saw several elders from the same village visiting grandma's house.

The two greeted everyone.

"Shitou, Linlang, I heard from your grandma, are you two dating?" a neighbor grandma asked.

"Yes." Qian Quan admitted generously.

"Okay, you two are good partners, both of you are so good-looking, and your appearance is a good match. Your two children will definitely look better in the future."

"Haha, I hope." Qian Quan said with a smile.

After chatting with the elders at grandma's house for a while, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang went out for a walk.

"Stone, Linlang!"

The two were about to walk towards the field when they heard someone called Ding Linlang. They turned their heads and saw that it was Ding Jin, the cousin of Ding Linlang's cousin's family.

When he was young, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang climbed trees, dug out bird nests, caught cicadas, and fished with him. When he was in elementary school, he also covered Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, and they had a good relationship.

However, he went to work after finishing junior high school. He is not a few years older than Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, who are both six years old this year.

"Brother." Qian Quan called with a smile.

"I was looking for you," Qian Jin came over, turned to say hello to Ding Linlang, and then looked at Qian Quan, "You are so popular now, Duoduo has become your fan, and I want to learn martial arts from you .”

Duoduo is Ding Jin's eldest daughter.

"Haha, yes, where is she?"

"Where did you go to play, you go back after dinner today?"

"If you don't eat here, you'll have to go back later, and come back in two days.

"Or, you take her back to Guangming to play at our house, and I will teach her some tricks face to face."

"Okay." Ding Jin said with a smile, "I still want to have a drink with you."

"There is a chance."

After chatting for a while, Ding Jin said with a smile: "Shitou, you can cooperate with me to shoot a video. It's just that we pretend to fight each other. After a few tricks, I'll upload it to Douyin and increase the number of fans."

Now is the era of short videos for all people. From the post-60s to the post-10s, everyone is playing Douyin.

Ding Jin Douyin has more than 300 fans, but he also has more than 300 followers.

Qian Quan didn't have the burden of a celebrity, so he readily agreed, and specially designed a few moves for Ding Jin, and played a few tricks with him seriously.

"When the two of us finish fighting, you can say that there are not many people in this world who can draw with me. You have my approval...Anyway, it's just for a funny effect." Qian Quan helped him come up with an idea .

"Yes," Ding Jin agreed with a smile, "then I'll sneak aside and vomit blood."

"Ha ha……"

After filming the video, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang continued to go for a walk in the field. Qian Quan suddenly thought of something and said, "I'll make a video later, and wish my fans a happy new year."

"What do you want to shoot?" Ding Linlang asked.

"Have you ever heard of Taiji Yang Luchan's stunt of 'birds don't fly'?"

Ding Linlang shook his head.

"There used to be a Tai Chi master who practiced his kung fu to the point where he could control every part of his body's energy to the point of subtlety.

"Then he put a sparrow in his palm, and the sparrow couldn't fly out of his palm because he had nowhere to rely on it."

"Really?" Ding Linlang asked.

"This kind of saying has always been circulated in the martial arts circle, but no one has seen it with their own eyes as to whether it is true or not.

"However, this thing sounds absurd, but it can actually be realized. For example, I can do it."

"So, you're going to make a video showing this stunt?"

"Yes." Qian Quan said with a smile, "Let's go back to grandma's house to get props first, and then go catch sparrows."

"What props?"

"A thread."

Back at grandma's house, Qian Quan cut a piece of thread from grandma's sewing box, and then went to catch sparrows with Ding Linlang.

"Are you just using this thread to catch sparrows?" Ding Linlang was curious.

I remember when they were in elementary school, they learned the article "Young Runtu", which introduced the strategy of catching sparrows with bamboo plaques and grains of grain in snowy days. Ding Linlang and Qian Quan had tried it, but in the end they didn't catch any sparrows. , but attracted a few hens.

"Enough." Qian Quan was confident.

Ding Linlang followed him, his curiosity growing stronger.

The two originally planned to go to the woods behind the village to look for sparrows, but on the way there, they saw a few sparrows lying on the ground in front of them.

Qian Quan stood still about two meters away from the sparrow, and Ding Linlang also stopped, saying, "One more step forward and it will fly away. How can we catch it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qian Quan clapping his hands, and the moment the sparrow was startled flying, a figure flashed in front of him, and Qian Quan disappeared from the spot.

next second.

Qian Quan stood more than two meters away from her, gently holding a sparrow in his hand.

Even though I have watched countless times of Qian Quan and Ren's martial arts against the sky in the video, I was still surprised to see him show his supernatural power at such a close distance.

"Linlang, use your mobile phone to take pictures for me." Qian Quan said.

"Oh." Ding Linlang was still in shock. Hearing this, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to take a video for Qian Quan.

At this time, a strange question popped up in her mind: "What kind of experience is it like to have a boyfriend who is a master of martial arts?"

"Are you ready?" Qian Quan asked.

"I said start, you start."

Qian Quan compared an OK.

Ding Linlang adjusted the shooting angle and said, "Start."

Qian Quan first greeted the video, and then briefly introduced the origin of "Birds Don't Fly".

Finally, he said that he will reproduce this scene for everyone today.

After the lines were finished, Qian Quan took out the sparrow, and then opened his palm, only to see that the sparrow flapped its wings, but it just couldn't fly out.

Ding Linlang looked puzzled.

"Actually, this trick is not difficult to learn, I will give you the method today:

"First we have to catch a sparrow..."

Qian Quan said, moving slightly closer to the camera, "Secondly, we need to use a very thin thread to tie one of the sparrow's paws to our finger, and we're done. Have you learned it yet?"

Ding Linlang: ...

"Okay." Qian Quan signaled Ding Linlang to end the filming.

Ding Linlang pressed end, and asked Qian Quan with a speechless expression: "Aren't you afraid that everyone will beat you?"

"First of all, few people dare to beat me now;
"Secondly, everyone should watch the short videos to have fun, and those who celebrate the New Year will focus on making a joke."

"So, you don't know that bird can't fly stunt, do you?"

Qian Quan didn't answer, and with a light tug, the thin thread tied to the sparrow's paw was automatically loosened.

Holding the sparrow in his palm, he stretched it out slowly. The sparrow was still fluttering its wings, but it still failed to take off.

Ding Linlang's expression changed slightly.

It turned out that the thin thread was indeed just a prop.

"You can help me make another video of releasing sparrows."

"why?"

"In case some netizens worry about me abusing sparrows."

"..."

Ding Linlang could understand Qian Quan's worries.

In the current network environment, many details are indeed magnified ten thousand times, or a sentence or a phenomenon is interpreted ten thousand times.

Sometimes, some netizens' trials are so meticulous and unpopular that you can't imagine.

Ding Linlang turned on the video shooting again.

I saw Qian Quan's palm lightly sent upwards, saying: "Go."

The sparrow flapped its wings and flew away.

(End of this chapter)