MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 131 Qian Quan's bird does not fly stunt!
Chapter 131 Qian Quan's bird can't fly stunt!
What Hayato Nekomoto said 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, not to mention that my daughter, who was carefully cultivated, was also seriously injured, almost half useless.
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 seriously, 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 consistent on this position."
These words 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, they must have 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. Goodbye." He hung up the phone without hesitation.
Igarashi Yugiri put down the phone and fell into deep thought.
…
February 3rd, which is the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, is a small year.
The atmosphere of the New Year in the town began to become 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 displayed at the entrance of the store.
"Why do people nowadays always like to say that the taste of the New Year is getting 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 seems more lively than before."
"So people's mentality has changed?"
“There must be reasons such as 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 urbanization process…”
"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. Look at the children nowadays, no one says that the taste of the New Year is not. 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 lamented that the taste of the New Year was dull every year, but we didn't care about watching the fireworks and picking up firecrackers all over the village."
After driving the electric car for about 20 minutes, I 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 that you two are 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 laughed.
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 together with him. When he was in elementary school, he also had a good relationship with Qian Quan and Ding Linlang.
However, he went to work after finishing junior high school. He is not a few years older than Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, and the children 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 guys go back after dinner today?"
"I won't eat here, I will 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 a few tricks face to face."
"Okay." Ding Jin smiled, "I 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, that is, we two pretend to fight each other. After a few tricks, I will 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 any celebrity burden, 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, there are not many people in this world who can draw with me, and you have my approval... Anyway, it is 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 shooting 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 an early year."
"What do you want to shoot?" Ding Linlang asked.
"Have you 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 in a subtle way.
"Then he put a sparrow in his palm, and the sparrow couldn't fly out of his palm because he had nowhere to use it."
"Really?" Ding Linlang asked.
"This kind of saying has always been circulated in the martial arts world. As for the truth and falsehood, no one has seen it with their own eyes.
"However, this thing sounds mysterious, but in fact it can be realized. For example, I can do it."
"So, you're going to make a video of 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 to 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 has a plan in mind.
Ding Linlang followed him, his curiosity growing stronger.
The two were going to look for sparrows in the woods behind the village, 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 to catch it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the moment he saw Qian Quan clapping his hands and sending the sparrow flying, a figure flashed in front of him, and Qian Quan disappeared from where he was.
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 incredible martial arts skills in the video, I was still surprised to see him show his supernatural powers at such a close distance.
"Lin Lang, 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 of 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 say 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 would recreate 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 hit me now;
"Secondly, everyone should watch the short video for fun, and those who celebrate the Chinese 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, but pulled lightly, and 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 flapping its wings, but it still failed to take off.
Ding Linlang's face 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, it is true that many details are 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 gently raised his palm and said, "Go."
The sparrow flapped its wings and flew away far away.
(end of this chapter)
