Volume 1 Chapter 125 Longevity Banquet (Part 1)

  Qin Luoshui repeatedly invited them to spend the night at his hotel, but the two were reluctant to leave their sweet little nest. Since Sang Hong hadn't drunk any wine, she drove Song Shuyu's car and they sent Qin Luoshui, who was dead drunk, back to the hotel. They reported the address and had his assistant retrieve Qin Luoshui's car before heading home.

  Xiang Hong was driving, Song Shu Yu sat on the passenger seat beside her, turning his head to look at her. He had a lazy expression with a hint of satisfaction on his lips.

  Today, Dad and Uncle told him that his new position has been roughly confirmed. If there are no variables, it should be announced soon.

  That was the kind of position he had once looked up to, and he had calculated every step of the way, without any mistakes, and it would have taken him until he was fifty years old to get there, but now at thirty years old his dream had come true, this news made his brain dizzy.

  His career was smooth sailing, he had a lovely and charming girlfriend, many reliable family members, trustworthy subordinates, and a childhood friend who cared about him exceptionally, Song Shuyu felt that he had never realized that he was actually so rich.

  "Red, are you happy?" His voice was slightly drunk, with a warm and intoxicating tone.

  He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her little face, but he extinguished this thought and didn't want to disturb her while she was driving.

  "Happiness, but somehow this happiness feels very unreal, how about you?"

  Xiang Hong grasped the steering wheel firmly with both hands and drove steadily, she didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

  Tonight, the two of them were drinking together, and the more they drank, the happier they became. It seemed as if they had never been so intimate in their lives before. With occasional witty remarks, she was not only delighted but also opened her eyes wide with wonder.

  The friendship between men is indeed different from that of women, their topics are more diverse and involve many hot discussions in high-level industries, the two people constantly come up with new insights, which benefit her greatly.

  "Hehe, I have the same feeling. However, from now on we must work hard to manage our happiness and get used to it." Song Shuyu sat up straight as usual, if not for his slightly slurred speech, no one could tell that he was drunk.

  Arriving at the military school dormitory, San Hong got out of the car and went to open the door for him. He was pressed on the shoulder to stand firm, then gave her a charming smile: "Hong Hong, you've worked hard tonight."

  Xiang Hong raised her head and shook it at him: "You're drunk, hurry back home, what's the point of being so hardworking? It's so late, don't let the security guard laugh at you."

  Song Shuyu was stunned for a moment, turned around, and looked around. The night color was gentle as water, where was there anyone boring to watch them?

  He immediately stretched out his arm and picked her up, holding her horizontally around the waist, took a step forward, and scared Xiang Hong to hurry up and put her arms around his neck, whispering:

  "We'll both fall down like this, it's too scary, put me down and I'll help you up."

  "How could I possibly let you fall, be still, we're still walking down the stairs?"

  "Escalator, escalator! The stairs are too slow, I'm in a hurry to use the restroom."

  "Alright, let's take the elevator then. Next time we come back from going out, I'll carry you up the stairs and you have to remember how many times I've carried you." Song Shuyu looked down at her with a glance, his body drifting towards the elevator.

  Xiang Hong let out a sigh of relief, and the two quickly entered the house.

  As soon as she got home and closed the door, Sang Hong bent down to take off her long boots, Song Shuyu had already stretched out his arm and pressed her small body against the door, pinning her down.

  Xiang Hong felt the wine fumes on him, and her little heart was racing. She looked at Song Shu Yu's exceptionally bright eyes, and carefully licked her lips, saying:

  "Want to play kiss here? With your strength, won't our door burst open directly?"

  Song Shuwei gazed at her with a sulky expression, his smile eerily charming.

  "How are you looking at me like that?" Xiang Hong asked cautiously.

  "Just wanted to play kiss, how could it possibly blow up?"

  "It seems you've realized your mistake tonight and are prepared to make amends."

  Song Shuyu spoke as he worked his hands without stopping, starting to remove the clothes on her body that he thought were in the way.

  "What's wrong with me?" Sang Hong was stunned, he was already drunk to this extent, and still wanted to settle accounts with her.

  "Qin Luoshui's nephew has grown up to be so demonic, blocking our building for several days, is it just to wait for you? And with that flirtatious gaze, you're also a connoisseur of beauty, dare you say you haven't been moved by him?"

  Song Shuwei pressed his forehead against hers, pinning her against the back of the door, and interrogated her in a low voice.

  Xiang Hong's small face suddenly turned red with his words.

  "How dare you, what nonsense are you talking about?"

  "I'm not talking nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes. This morning, I was driving with my dad and we passed by the intersection, and I caught a glimpse of you. You even changed into nice clothes to meet him. Why don't you wear those nice clothes in front of me?"

  And he looked at your back with a wolf-like gaze."

  "He went to find other instructors on business, just happened to run into you. You're such a big man now, how can your heart be smaller than a needle hole?" San Hong looked at him with contempt.

  "How can you say I'm petty? Anyone with eyes can see his ulterior motives."

  Song Shuyu and her entanglement.

  "Hey - I'm warning you, don't do this, it's giving me pressure. If someone likes me, that's their freedom, they didn't say it clearly, can I tell them not to have designs on me?"

  Isn't this a joke?

  "So you mean I'm not allowed to talk to any other men except you from now on?"

  Xiang Hong's eyes were cold and stern as she stared at him, pretending to be drunk and talking nonsense. This habitually arrogant man was actually capable of such behavior.

  He was concerned about her or warning her, she couldn't help but feel a little pleased that he was jealous, because the object of his suspicion was her friend.

  "No." Song Shuwei's eyes flashed with alertness, "I dislike that kid."

  "He's my friend and comrade, don't worry about it. He treats me like a man, we meet up and either fight or scold each other. He likes me, but only someone as petty as you would think that."

  Xiang Hong said patiently.

  "Alright, lovers should trust each other, I reflect on myself, I just ate a bit of vinegar to add some flavor to life." Song Shuyu said with self-mockery.

  "Hmm, attitude's not bad, don't make a habit of it," said Sang Hong, ducking down from under his arm.

  Song Shuwei stretched out his hand, but couldn't even grab the corner of her clothes. He looked at her slender figure and wished he could pounce on her in the living room. However, some light and airy steps made him realize that tonight he was no match for her. He immediately turned around, leaned against the door, and steadied himself, asking: "Honghong, are you angry?"

  "Fainted, what's the big deal! It's just going to the bathroom, I've already asked you on the first floor." Xiang Hong turned back and smiled at him, walking towards the restroom.

  Song Shuwei rubbed his somewhat hot face with his hand, this wine wasn't strong, how did he end up talking nonsense, didn't he have confidence when facing Qin Qing's covetousness?

  Age is indeed one thing that makes him worried.

  If it weren't for Xiang Hong's enthusiasm for military life, the generation gap between them would have been exposed long ago.

  Xiang Hong smiled at herself in the mirror, this man was really strange today, talking a lot and obviously jealous.

  Song Shuyu had followed over, she patiently made room by the sink, pulled him to stand still, and put the toothbrush with squeezed toothpaste into his hand:

  "Brush your teeth." He said, filling his teacup with water and standing beside him waiting.

  The two of them tidied up and went into the bedroom together to rest.

  Song Shuyu looked at Sang Hong, who had taken off her coat, wearing a black tight sweater, long legs and slender waist, with clear and striking lines, and the bright red short skirt dazzled his eyes.

  "Red, your charm when you wear casual clothes is always irresistible to me." He reached out and hugged her small waist tightly, starting to help her take off her clothes.

  "Then I'll just wear casual clothes at home from now on, you look really handsome in casual clothes too." Xiang Hong smiled and reached out to help his somewhat impatient hands, feeling that he was becoming more approachable.

  "Then we'll both wear casual clothes starting tomorrow." Song Shuyu looked at her being so considerate and gentle, with a charming smile in his arms, feeling that the little vinegar he had eaten was indeed somewhat embarrassing.

  He immediately thickened his skin and warmly reconciled with her to make up for his guilt, and only then did he sleep contentedly in her arms.

  The next day, Song Shuwei woke up feeling a bit dizzy. Xiang Hong had already considerately brought him a bowl of hangover soup, and after drinking the sour and spicy soup, he felt his spirits lift.

  He seriously sized up the small woman standing beside him and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his eyes: "This outfit looks even better than yesterday's."

  "Of course, this is a combination specially picked out by the designer. How about it? Doesn't it look much better?" Xiang Hong smiled and twirled around in front of him, proudly showing off.

  "Already delivered so quickly?" Song Shu Yu patted his head, remembering the phone call he made to the specialty store last night, feeling a bit embarrassed.

  "Uh-huh, signed for at 8:30, not all from the same household, they've been arriving one after another until now, I think they should all be here."

  Song Shuyu put down the bowl and smiled, saying: "Shall we try it out one by one? If there's anything that doesn't fit or is lacking, let's make up for it today."

  Xiang Hong took the bowl and exclaimed: "Great, you help me check it out. If we don't think it's suitable, let's just return it directly to avoid wasting money. Let me take a look at the price on this tag... my heart hurts, my liver hurts, my flesh hurts!"

  Song Shuwei was amused by her mischievous appearance and burst out laughing: "Since you've all been hurt, just wear it with a flourish, otherwise it would be pointless to suffer."

  He put on a thick flannel robe, leaned back against the headboard, pulled out a cigarette from the drawer and said: "Turn on all the air conditioners in the living room, change them one by one to show off."

  Xiang Hong put down the bowl and headed to the kitchen, tidied up the kitchen quickly, then turned on the living room's stereo, switched to a lively song, and pushed open the bedroom door against the wall.

  Song Shuwei puffed on his cigarette, narrowing his eyes as he looked her up and down, hadn't changed clothes.

  "Are you ready, sir? Please remain calm and follow the performance rules, be a good model audience. The clothes are beautiful, the models are even more beautiful, you must have self-control."

  Song Shuwei was directly laughed at by her stinky words, raised his hand and twisted the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

  Xiang Hong looked at the design draft yesterday, naturally knowing how to match it. She quickly changed her clothes in the dressing room, keeping pace with the music, and walked back and forth in front of Song Shuyu with a flirtatious gait.

  Song Shuyu looked at her three sets of clothes, each with its own characteristics, obviously suitable for both grand and everyday occasions, low-key yet luxurious, unassuming at first glance, but revealing extraordinary taste upon closer inspection.

  It matches her temperament perfectly, and such clothing makes her look neither too mature nor too childish, but rather wraps up her innocence in a bright and beautiful way.

  Even if he is picky, he thinks this combination is flawless.

  "This is the last set, sir. Which one would you like to purchase?" Xiang Hong stood in front of him, asking elegantly.

  "Hmm... all three sets of clothes look great, I want them all. But I wonder if the model who makes these clothes look so beautiful can also be taken away with the clothes - paid by credit card?"

  Song Shuwei smiled and licked his lips, sitting up straight from the slanted position on the bed, looking at her with a serious expression.

  Xiang Hong was choked by his words, coughed a few times, and smiled with pursed lips:

  "Excuse me, sir. This model is for display purposes only, placed in the window to showcase clothing. It's not for sale, please don't covet it."

  "Oh, it's a non-selling item, what material is it made of? It's just like a real person. Come over and let me touch it. I'll go buy a warm bed another day."

  After finishing speaking, he smiled and quickly pulled Sang Hong to the bedside with one hand.

  "Ah - pervert, molesting plastic model uncle, call the police." Xiang Hong whispered, not daring to struggle, afraid of wrinkling her clothes.

  Song Shuwei knelt beside the bed, holding her in his arms, carefully unbuttoning her clothes, and smiled slyly while eating tofu.

  "Pervert? Indecent? I'm a pervert, I'm indecent. This feels so good, the material is just like a real person. Now I'll just take this warm bed and hug it tight. Go ahead, call the police to catch me."

  "Hey, hey, hey - don't be too much, okay? I have an appointment to get my hair done at noon today." San Hong protested in a weak voice.

  "It's early, won't be late, who made you dress up like a seductress so early in the morning, and flirt with me in front of me? Don't you know what men are like early in the morning?"

  Song Shuoye wouldn't let her off so easily, and quickly stripped her down to nothing, contentedly pulling her into the blanket to warm up.

  Xiang Hong thought to herself: Is this what they mean by "you reap what you sow"?

  After he had his way, it was already eleven o'clock. Xiang Hong felt the soreness in her waist again, almost twisted off. Song Shuyu smiled and smoothed out her slightly furrowed brow, gently massaging it for her.

  "Waaahhh... I'm starving to death! I didn't even get a chance to eat breakfast, I was busy serving you till you were full and satisfied, and now you're bullying me? My waist, how am I supposed to go out today?"

  Xiang Hong was so angry that she raised her hand to hit him, but her wrist had long since weakened and didn't have any strength left.

  "Haven't you had breakfast? You should have said so earlier. I'll go get something for you to eat right away, don't be angry."

  Song Shuwei looked at her pitiful face and guiltily handed over his homework.

  "You're making me angry, you've done something to make me angry, why shouldn't I be angry?"

  "Are you angry about what we did, which didn't let you enjoy it, or are you angry because your stomach is hungry?"

  "This is obviously one thing, how can you split it and say?"

  "Alright, alright, I know you're angry, so I'll just take the blame." Song Shuyu smiled with a thick face.

  Xiang Hong glared at this shameless handsome uncle, completely speechless: "You win this time, just wait and see how I'll deal with you another day!"

  "Alright, I'll wait for you to come and get me another day. You can deal with me however you want, I won't resist." Song Shuyu looked down, his expression sincere and guilty.

  "I'm starving, before I pass out from hunger, can you get me something to fill my stomach first?"

  Xiang Hong rubbed her teeth and twisted her body on the bed, thinking it was better not to get up. She lay down to rest and recover her energy, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sit still while doing her hair.

  Song Shuoye wrapped herself in a sleeping gown and rolled out, went to the living room to get her favorite cake for her, and also put some snacks she could find by her bedside.

  "I'll go cook for you right away, you eat something first to fill your stomach."

  Xiang Hong ate a bit and then fell asleep in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Shu Yu sitting by the bed. She turned over and felt much more comfortable, then asked vigilantly:

  "What time is it?"

  "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

  "Ah——" Xiang Hong suddenly exclaimed.

  "Why didn't you wake me up?" She got up and grabbed his hand, pinching the flesh on the back of his hand with her fingers.

  "I didn't want to wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly, I've already contacted the store and postponed it for two hours." Song Shuyu's eyebrows didn't even furrow once, he raised his wrist to check the time.

  "Ah——", Xiang Hong chuckled and let go of her hand, "Didn't you say that this store's business is especially good and it's hard to make an appointment?"

  "We pushed back for two hours and didn't mess up their schedule, okay, are you going to lie there and let me feed you or get up and sit at the dinner table?"

  Song Shuwei kindly asked and reached out to pull over her sleeve, helping her put it on.

  Shang Hong pulled her arm back, took off her clothes and got under the quilt: "Don't think about eating tofu again."

  "What? You want to eat tofu? I just happened to stir-fry a dish."

  Song Shuyu reached out and took her sweater, guessing she had put on her undergarments, and carefully laid it out, reaching into the quilt to pull her arm, intending to help her put it on.

  Xiang Hong's eyes slanted: "Go outside and serve the rice, don't bother with unnecessary courtesy, it's not what it seems."

  Song Shuwei dropped the sweater in his hand and stood up saying:

  "Alas, people don't know what's good for them. I've heard that many women don't know how to wear a bra properly, and incorrect wearing methods can make their already small breasts even smaller, until they become flat chests."

  Xiang Hong was shocked, could incorrect wearing methods also make her breasts become flat?

  She raised her hand and secretly touched that part of her body. She was growing taller at this time, but it hadn't gotten any bigger, so wasn't it essentially shrinking?

  She immediately poked her head out and stared at him in shock: "You... you... how did you suddenly understand even this?"

  Song Shuwei shook his head, with a helpless expression: "Don't I always understand?"

  And there has always been someone insisting on helping you with massage, don't you feel any effect?

  Xiang Hong blinked her eyes repeatedly, it was indeed the case, but at that time she felt a change in size, afterwards there was no feeling.

  "There's a little girlfriend who doesn't know how to take care of her breasts, what can I do? I don't want to help it grow myself, how can I enjoy the benefits; forget it, I'll just go out and have a good meal instead."

  As she spoke, she walked towards the bedroom door.

  "Hey, where did you learn that... the correct way of wearing it?"

  "Driving and listening to the radio, accidentally heard from a women's health channel."

  "What's the right way to wear it?" Xiang Hong struggled to make her voice sound normal.

  "I don't know and haven't practiced it before, but let me try it out on you once, maybe we can figure out this principle."

  Song Shu's heart secretly smiled and turned back to look at her.

  Xiang Hong gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and sat up from under the covers, looking like she was ready to let go: "Fine, just do it. It's not like you haven't seen or touched me before, what are you being shy about?"

  Song Shuwei felt his face was about to cramp from smiling, how did this girl manage to speak so provocatively!

  She puckered her lips and quickly walked up to her side, wrapping her arms around her from behind.

  "Upper body leaning forward - forty-five degrees!"

  Obey obediently.

  Song Shuwei lowered his eyes and took a sneak peek, humming in approval. Not bad, with just this slight tilt, there's already a bit of a ravine.

  He lifted his hand to undo the hook at the back, stretched out and wrapped five fingers around that soft part. How could this posture fill up a large hand? Why didn't it feel like this when lying down?

  "What are you rubbing?" San Hong's face turned red from his intimate action.

  "It's just your first time and you're not used to it. Look down at yourself, doesn't this way of dressing make you look a lot more curvy?"

  Song Shuoye quickly put away his hands and fastened the hook from behind.

  Xiang Hong looked down and then looked up at him again, with a puzzled expression:

  "It's strange, indeed it looks bigger."

  "Do you want it bigger?" Song Shuyu asked gently.

  Still putting on airs and pretending to be even more impressive, who are you trying to deceive?

  "Don't believe it? Close your eyes." Song Shuyu said, her hand slipped into her underwear from below, and some of the flesh that could be pushed aside on her arm was pulled towards the middle.

  Wow, it's actually quite impressive! Song Shuyu felt his throat dry.

  Xiang Hong opened her eyes, lowered her head, and was shocked to see that her chest had grown significantly larger. She then turned around and suspiciously stared at Song Shu Yu: "You're quite skilled at this, aren't you? Tell me, whose body have you practiced on?"

  Song Shuwei smiled and stood up, pinching her small nose: "You, the woman by my side, who else could it be? Get up for dinner, if you're late, you won't have time for your nighttime skincare routine."

  Xiang Hong heard the sound and immediately got out of bed. She quickly put on the clothes handed over by Song Shuyu, and when she saw that they were all new, she asked: "Wear them today?"

  "Go ahead and wear it, looks good, matches your new hairstyle perfectly."

  Xiang Hong raised her hand and touched her short hair, feeling a little frustrated: "With such short hair, I just can't imagine what kind of style I can do."

  "It's not short at all, just leave it to the hairstylist, what are you thinking?"

  Song Shu comforted her and pushed her to walk to the dinner table.

  After the two had dinner, Song Shuyu drove her to do her hair. Sang Hong repeatedly advised him not to wait with her, saying that she would notify him when she was done and he could come pick her up. He reluctantly left, saying he was going to the library to look up some information.

  The day's time just slipped away like this.

  In the following days, Song Shuyu went to his grandfather's house every day to report, occasionally taking Sang Hong with him to add some fun. Sang Hong didn't like noise and would avoid it if possible, so Song Shuyu suggested she go play at Lin Xiangyu's gym.

  Xiang Hong was delighted to hear that, she also felt it had been a long time since she saw the master who made her feel close to him. Although she had endured his harsh treatment with persistence, she really admired his skills.

  He immediately responded very quickly, planning to go there to report recent events to his master and take the opportunity to gain some insight and guidance.

  Song Shuyu sent her to Lin Xuanyu, taking the opportunity of her going in alone to play with guns, reported to Lin Xuanyu about the situation of visiting his father-in-law and mother-in-law's home, and also handed over a photo of Lin Qingran's early years extracted from Sang Hong's photo album, along with a copy of the police station's household registration.

  Lin Xuan Yu took one look at the photo and burst into tears:

  "It was Qingfeng, it was her. Back then she wore this faded military uniform to walk around in. This uniform still belongs to your mom. Clothes like these were popular back then. I specifically went to your house and asked your grandfather for it."

  Song Shuoye laughed and said, "What are you crying about? My mother-in-law is alive and well, my wife has been sent to your doorstep on her own accord. What a wonderful family! Why are you crying?"

  "Haha, I'm so happy! What's next? How am I going to get along with them?"

  The young heart has just undergone surgery, and neither great joy nor great sorrow is allowed.

  Her mother was already gone, and she didn't even get to see her one last time. How could she bear such sorrow and joy?"

  Lin Xuan Yu's six senses were in a state of utter confusion and disarray.

  "This matter can't be rushed, I asked a few probing questions that day, and my mother-in-law seemed to be evasive about her past, I reckon she felt that life had just become slightly more comfortable, and didn't have the energy to think about those old things."

  "Don't worry, this granddaughter of yours is already familiar with you, and it's only a matter of time before she meets her daughter. My engagement and marriage to Honghong were both natural opportunities."

  Song Shuyu advised him not to be in a hurry for the time being.

  Lin Xuan Yu nodded: "You're right, Honghong is a good seedling. I didn't expect Qingran's body to be able to pass on such good qualities to her. This is all the blessing of heaven, not because you brought Honghong here to play, otherwise I wouldn't have had such an extravagant hope."

  "You have been upright and honest all your life, this is the virtue you have accumulated yourself. Since God has made such an arrangement, there must be a follow-up later. Don't worry, just cultivate your feelings with Honghong well. This girl had a hard time when she was young, her thoughts are sensitive and meticulous, whoever treats her well, she will be close to and respect."

  "Just keep that relationship as it is, and don't reveal anything until you meet my mother-in-law."

  Song Shuoye smiled and instructed him, entrusting him with great care.

  "Mm-hmm, yes." Lin Xuan Yu smiled and nodded his head.

  "Hong Hong will be going to the special forces camp for training in over 10 days. When you have time, please spare some time to guide her. After all, she is a student and can't compare to those selected from the grassroots as outstanding soldiers. I'm worried that when she gets there, she won't be able to keep up with the training pace and will suffer greatly."

  Song Shuyu said what everyone is most worried about at the moment.

  Before, when Hong was within his reach, it was easy for him to take care of her. Now that she has entered the most difficult place, if he wants to protect her again, it's not impossible, but it would be a bit troublesome. The key is, his care and protection have reached this point, which is no longer loving her, but rather harming her.

  The most urgent thing is to ask Lin Xuanyu for advice, which is the best way out. He went to great lengths to further prove the blood relationship between Sang Hong and Lin Xuanyu, apart from sympathizing with their separation, but also considering the direction of Sang Hong's breakthrough.

  Besides, how miserable was Sang Hong's childhood, he could easily imagine it, and she could accept the sudden appearance of relatives, and still such powerful relatives?

  If it were an ordinary person, knowing that Lin Xuan Yu was her grandfather would be a delightful discovery. However, when it comes to Sang Hong, it's not necessarily the case. Song Shu Yun instinctively felt that she would definitely be very resistant to this idea. The simplest question being: why did Grandfather abandon Mom all those years ago, leaving them to live in such loneliness and dependence?

  Having said what he wanted to say, Song Shuyu bid farewell and left.

  Lin Xuan Yu stood in the control room, looking at Sang Hong's shooting results, nodding with satisfaction. The kind of 800-meter moving target deviation that had appeared before had miraculously disappeared. Indeed, she was a clever child, and given such a complex table, she could find out the crux of the problem.

  It's not about being obsessed with marksmanship or martial arts, how could an ordinary girl have that kind of patience?

  He clicked the button on the console, and in an instant, the image of Sang Hong inside the shooting room appeared on the screen. Her movements were smooth and natural as she drew her gun and took aim. He put on his reading glasses and scrutinized her for any weaknesses.

  After finishing a round, he would bring in specially brewed tea to comfort her hard work, point out her weaknesses and teach her skills to improve.

  For example, how to hit the bullseye every time without exception.

  In Sang Hong's view, as long as they all hit that black dot in the middle, it didn't matter if they were a little off.

  However, Lin Xuan Yu personally shot ten bullets that hit the bullseye in front of her, and the data displayed by the high-precision computer showed a maximum deviation of 0.001 mm.

  Still reeling from the shock, he felt it was unbelievable and no longer dared to be arrogant, humbly seeking guidance from Lin Xuan Yu.

  Lin Xuan Yu taught her a shooting method called muscle memory, which doesn't rely on visual perception but instead uses the subtle changes in muscles to control the target of the bullet.

  Xiang Hong felt that the problem that had been troubling her for a long time was suddenly clear, and it turned out that there really was such a thing as relying on intuition to shoot, this wasn't just a legend.

  Under Lin Xuan Yu's devoted guidance, she gradually changed and felt, adjusted and trained, and by the time the sky was about to darken, she finally shot out three concentric bullet holes that hit the bullseye.

  Xiang Hong was overjoyed and shouted and jumped, when Song Shuyu came to pick her up and take her home, she insisted on performing for him again. The result was very surprising to Song Shuyu, and Lin Xuan Yu was overjoyed. This muscle memory method, he had taught many students, but like Xiang Hong, who could master the subtleties of controlling the fine changes in arm muscles in such a short time, that kind of precise perception was indeed a rare talent.

  Of course, this also has his patient guidance and loving care, happily watching such promising younger generations, Lin Xuan Yu feels invigorated all over.

  In the following days, Shang Hong made Song Shu Yu send himself over every day to be his sparring partner. The two of them went all out and exchanged their skills in front of Lin Xuan Yu, who then pointed out their mistakes.

  Song Shuyu also felt a lot of gain, some of which made him feel constrained and bottlenecked, but he actually broke through to a certain extent.

  Time flies when you're having fun, and before you know it, the day of Song Dàyǒu's grand birthday has arrived.

  Shang Hong and Song Shuyu thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a good idea.

  That day, Song Shuyu sent Sang Hong to Lin Xuanyu early in the morning, letting her follow Lin Xuanyu to attend the birthday banquet. On the one hand, she could naturally avoid the troubles or intentional attacks of those boring upper-class ladies, and on the other hand, she could also subtly hint at her identity, so that people wouldn't look down on her too much.

  Xiang Hong leaned on Lin Xuan Yu's arm and smiled: "Master, does this count as using the tiger's might to intimidate?"

  Lin Xuan Yu laughed heartily: "You are the most favored little disciple of Master, you can make me look at you with admiration, it's because of your strength and insight that you've gained, what's there to be humble about? On the contrary, it's Master's reputation, who knows, maybe because of this little disciple, it will rise again!"

  Xiang Hong supported Lin Xuan Yu as he walked out the door and got into the car, leaving Lin Xuan Yu's driver stunned. The old man had always been robust and steady on his feet, so when did he ever willingly let someone support him, and still smiled with a pleased expression?

  As they approached, the driver opened the car door with a smile and supported himself on the roof of the car. He watched as Xiang Hong carefully helped Lin Lao get settled in, then turned around and sat down in the front driver's seat.

  Xiang Hong gently closed the door and turned to sit down beside Lao Lin on the back seat.

  "Master, will there be many people attending the birthday banquet?" San Hong was very curious.

  "Not many people can go, but those who can are quite dignified. You can see the politicians you see on TV every day, but don't worry, they're all very down-to-earth."

  Besides, this birthday banquet is held every year, always the same old routine. I guess you'll find it a bit fresh, but for me, it's just an afternoon with some old friends playing mahjong and stirring up some excitement.

  Lin Xuan Yu said it very casually, he didn't want Sang Hong to be tense.

  "Hehe, I also like playing mahjong. Next time, I'll sit next to you and help you watch the cards and cheer you on," said Sang Hong with great enthusiasm.

  Before long, they arrived at Song Dahai's "Wanhe Mountain Villa".

  The wide alley was lined with luxury cars on both sides, and the guards at the gate were wearing red flowers, two meters apart, all the way to the street corner. Guests arriving in twos and threes had to stop their cars at the entrance of the alley, where there was a special parking area and parking attendants directing drivers where to go.

  Those who walked towards the mountain villa all had smiles on their faces, and when they met acquaintances, they nodded to each other in greeting, wave after wave of people walking inside.

  Xiang Hong got off the car with Lin Xuan Yu and arrived at the first gate of the mountain villa, where he handed over the invitation in his hand before being allowed to pass.

  "Wow, it's really impressive." Shan Hong looked at the people coming and going in the newly renovated villa, and indeed, most of them were familiar faces who had appeared on the news.

  The Wanhechi pool had long been frozen using ice freezing technology, and the withered lotus branches were frozen in a transparent layer of ice like amber. In the middle of the lotus pond, a stage was built, which was as bright as a mirror, on top of which people were singing and dancing, performing a regular show.

  "Wow, there's actually a special performance for the birthday banquet. Look at that host, ahahahaha!" Sang Hong exclaimed, pointing it out to Lin Xuan Yu.