Chapter 44: The Taste of Happiness (Part 2)

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  I was busy explaining that the money I earned was all through my own ability, and when I was in the company, I made several great contributions, plus the bonus and red envelope given by the boss this time for Chinese New Year. Finally, I emphasized that this is a way for capitalists to buy people's hearts! After explaining for a long time, my mother finally believed me and exclaimed loudly that it's no wonder everyone wants to go abroad because it's so easy to make money there! Then she immediately changed her tone and blamed me for buying such an expensive thing, saying I should learn to save money because I'll need to get married in the future. Until I surrendered and promised repeatedly, my mother was delighted and went to play with the necklace, loving it dearly. I wonder what would happen if my mother knew that I gave 100,000 yuan to a classmate for business!

  My dad is completely different, he directly changed into new clothes and walked around the living room several times, praising me several times. Then he complained that my mom was not willing to buy him branded goods in the past. He believes that his son has the ability to make money and believes that his son must be a dragon among men!

  When the food in my stomach was almost digested, Dad pulled me to go to the rooftop to check if my skills had improved over the past six months. Seeing Dad's clothes rubbing his fists and palms, my legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

  The result was the same as I thought, although I have been training for half a year, but the result is still the same as the past twenty years, barely holding on for 70 or 80 moves, and then being knocked down to the snowy ground with one punch.

  This is already a big improvement!

  Dad let out a hearty laugh, pulled me up from the snowy ground, and shouted "Not bad! Not bad! You've made progress!" Looking at his very pleased expression, it was clear that he had been holding back for half a year, waiting to get his hands on me! I couldn't help but wonder, after 20 years of hard training, how come I still wasn't a match for Dad? But looking at Dad's expression, he seemed very satisfied with my progress over the past half year. Actually, it would be strange if he weren't satisfied - I hadn't done anything else in the past half year except train!

  At night, I lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. Lying on my own bed, looking at the familiar environment in the dark, looking at the items placed in the room, looking at the snowflakes still falling outside the window, I thought a lot...

  Past, present, future...

  The past, it's all become so vague... Those familiar faces I used to know, I just can't seem to recall them now. Occasionally, some fragmented images appear before me, but they're so distant...

  Now, it's so clear. I seem to hear again the sound of that explosion, the cries that pierced my eardrums and entered deep into my brain. I seem to see again those pairs of eyes filled with fear and pain. I seem to see myself like God, ending the painful life of the enemy...

  What about the future? What will I be like in the future? And what about the futures of all the people I know? Far away, there may also be a bullet, or perhaps shrapnel or even a bayonet waiting for me. Maybe one day, I'll return to my hometown with a body full of wounds and pockets full of cash. How many people will change their lives, their destinies, because they are destined to meet me in the hail of bullets?

  The future is really far away, it's really confusing...

  I don't know when I fell asleep, but at 2 o'clock I got up early and went to the park with my dad to run in the snow and practice boxing. Actually, there's no need to find a special place, as it was so deserted after last night's heavy snowfall that there wasn't a single person in the park. In the past when I came here to train with my dad, we would always go behind the artificial hill in the park, which is relatively secluded and usually has no one around.

  Everyone gets up early to exercise, just a little physical activity, who would be idle and run to such a remote place? So that place became my secret place for practicing boxing with my dad in the morning. I remember when we were training before, whenever someone came to our training place unintentionally, my dad would stop training as if he had known it all along, swing his arms, jump up and down with a leisurely look, making me very envious. Now, I have also reached this state of being sensitive to hearing.

  After exchanging dozens of moves with my dad, I was kicked to the ground. Although I was knocked down, the feeling of being completely exhausted and drenched in sweat was really cool. My dad helped me up, gave me some more guidance, and then we ran home together, laughing and chatting.

  Will Dad know? I used the kung fu he taught me to kill people on the battlefield? My good physical quality and professional training in fist and foot techniques made me always have an advantage in fighting, and my fist and foot techniques can even compete with those so-called masters. Dad said that learning this kung fu is for physical fitness and self-defense, and if possible, go out and do some heroic deeds, but I...

  Because there are only a few days left before the Spring Festival, the New Year's goods at home have not been purchased yet. After dinner, my mother took me to buy New Year's goods. Before leaving the house, she deliberately put on the necklace I bought and then happily went out with me. In the neighborhood, we occasionally met some familiar neighbors. My mother always greeted them first, saying "My son is back" and then touched the diamond necklace on her neck, proudly saying "My son bought it!" The neighbors were always surprised and envious, praising me highly. My mother was like hearing praise for herself, with a proud face.

  Seeing mom so happy, I'm also very delighted, and my mouth hasn't stopped calling out to uncle, aunt, older brother, older sister, younger brother, and younger sister.

  It's been half a year since we last met, and everyone seems to be the same, except for me. Occasionally someone asks about my skin, and I just casually say "I just got back from a business trip in Africa" to brush it off, not wanting to explain too much. Because every time I say that, I feel a sense of guilt!

  Just as I thought, the whole New Year's market is even more lively than I imagined. The snow on the ground has been swept clean. All along the street are all kinds of big red couplets, and stalls selling firecrackers one after another. Now it's only around 9 o'clock, but there are already many people shopping for New Year's goods on the whole street.

  What a joyous occasion! I was gradually infected by the joyful atmosphere everywhere, and quickly joined my mother in buying New Year's goods. The big red lanterns, various styles of big red couplets, cute cartoon zodiac animals, auspicious golden boys and jade girls..., plus several strings of firecrackers, sparklers, and fireworks. Before long, my mother and I were carrying a bunch of spoils in our hands.

  It's worth mentioning that during the shopping trip, on this big New Year's day, we were actually robbed! In fact, from the moment we were targeted, I felt it. Such a low-level and technically lacking gaze, plus the 100% head-turning rate of my mother's diamond necklace around her neck, made me understand what was going on after careful thought. I sneered coldly twice, making preparations to take action at any time.

  However, what I didn't expect was that two robbers were driving a motorcycle without a license plate, following closely behind me. Suddenly, they sped up and rushed towards us. As they passed by our side, the robber sitting in the back suddenly stretched out his hand to grab my necklace.

  Overestimating one's abilities!

  The classic robbery method, if it were just ordinary people, would definitely be caught, but we are not ordinary people.

  Just as I was about to take down the two brazen robbers, something astonishing happened! My mom suddenly arched her body backward, avoiding the hand in front of her, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she grabbed the robber's outstretched hand. With a swift motion, she swung her arm upward, and the robber's body amazingly "took to the air", spinning 360° in mid-air.

  At this moment, the motorcycle had moved forward half a meter. I took a sudden step forward and kicked the back of the motorcyclist with all my might. Perfect coordination! The hijacker sitting in the back fell to the ground instantly, and the motorcyclist was severely hit, doing a somersault over the motorcycle and landing on the ground along with the vehicle, sliding for 7 or 8 meters before coming to a stop.