Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Zhang Lei ultimately didn't tell Tang Yisheng.

Back in the courtyard, Tang Yisheng washed up and then strolled out again.

Qushuiting Street was quite desolate in 1999, but the area north of Daming Lake was quite lively.

There were families of three taking a walk, and groups of men, women, and children carrying stools and gathering by the lake.

Tang Yisheng began his serious night run.

A moist breeze was blowing by the lake, carrying with it joyful laughter and warm, casual conversations about everyday life.

Tang Yisheng was not the only one running around the lake, but he was the only young man among them.

Inevitably, this attracted a lot of curious glances.

Tang Yisheng ran around the lake and was somewhat exhausted.

He did not give up at this point. He switched from running to race walking, first slowing down for a short distance, and then breaking through the physical and mental barriers in one go.

Just like life, the body will always encounter a bottleneck after a period of growth.

If you grit your teeth and persevere, you will achieve success.

If you give up now, you can only stop here.

After passing the southwest gate of Daming Lake, Tang Yisheng started running slowly again, heading north along the moat. After turning onto Jingyi Road, the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath suddenly dissipated.

As a result, his steps became lighter and lighter, and the fatigue in his body seemed to escape in an instant. Sweat was sprayed out, and Tang Yisheng broke through a small obstacle with ease.

Having broken through the physical barrier for the first time, Tang Yisheng did not continue circling.

I stopped running laps when I returned to the north entrance of Qushuiting Street and went back to the courtyard in Yongquan Hutong.

A dim light flickered in the north room, and through the closed door, the sounds of the elderly Zhang couple arguing could be faintly heard.

This was the first time Tang Yisheng had ever heard Zhang Lei's parents argue.

That's quite unusual.

But Tang Yisheng felt that the incident must have something to do with Zhang Lei seeing that table of young people with a flamboyant, "emo" style.

After going back inside to get a bath towel and a change of clothes, Tang Yisheng glanced into the windows of the north and west rooms.

Zhang's parents live on the east side, and Zhang Lei's room is on the west side.

The son, Zhang Xu, set up a makeshift bed in the northwest corner of the main room.

The light shone through the curtains, casting the shadows of the siblings inside the room.

The parents were arguing outside, and the siblings were hiding in the older sister's room, so they probably weren't in a very good mood.

Tang Yisheng shook his head, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and washed the clothes he had changed out of.

I sweated the most during the first lap.

Luckily, he had just changed out of the clothes he brought back from London before going for a run.

The #33 Chicago Bulls home jersey was Tang Yisheng's birthday present in the second year of junior high school. His parents bought it together at a sporting goods store near the sports center.

Time passes.

While Scottie Pippen, the second-in-command, was still playing, Tang Yisheng's family had already fallen apart.

Basketball, which he once loved so much, no longer holds any allure for Tang Yisheng at this moment.

The number 33 jersey could no longer be worn on the court; it could only become Tang Yisheng's running jersey for jogging around the lake.

After Tang Yisheng finished washing up, he hung the clothes on the wire rope in the yard. The old couple in the north house were still arguing, and Zhang Lei's mother's voice clearly had a sob in it.

Every family has its own troubles.

Tang Yisheng may seem to be well-off and free, but he also has his own troubles.

It's not that his biological father doesn't love him or his biological mother doesn't care about him, but rather that while his body is already an adult, his soul is still that of a seasoned veteran who is proficient in all 108... uh, 18 kinds of martial arts routines.

There's a song title by Wakin Chau that perfectly describes Tang Yisheng: "Sleepless Nights on a Lonely Pillow."

Tang Yisheng tossed and turned, and in his daze, just a second before he seemed to fall asleep, an argument was still raging next door.

Tang Yisheng longed to have such a long endurance.

Of course, what he hoped for wasn't arguing, but exercise.

Life lies in movement, and movement makes life happier.

But if life is to be more colorful, then it doesn't just need Zhang Lei.

Several cartoon characters popped out of Tang Yisheng's dream.

There's a JK (high school girl) version of Song Junying, a cheongsam version of Zhang Lei, and a white stockings and lingerie version of Jiang Ruoxi.

The setting of the dream was a Chinese-style carved canopy bed, and wrapped in the bed curtains, Tang Yisheng seemed to have become Lord Wei.

But on the bed lay a pile of beautiful women...

Besides Song Junying, Zhang Lei, and Jiang Ruoxi, the identities of the other four are very vague.

The only difference is that some women are tall and some are petite, some are well-endowed and some are poor.

That aligns quite well with Tang Yisheng's understanding and the mindset of an old hand.

After all, he has a wide range of interests and is very knowledgeable.

Girls, regardless of their circumstances, all have their own unique characteristics.

With more tips and tricks, life is full of surprises.

The morning sun shines brightly, but hasn't yet had time to transfer its heat.

Tang Yisheng gazed intently at the pristine white ceiling.

As I took a deep breath, I also felt my body's strength and robustness.

It's so good to be young.

The dream I had last night was a bit extreme; the details are indescribable.

This body was probably already fully mature.

Perhaps he was a little tired from running last night, which made even a strong man like him unable to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

The door was banged on loudly.

Tang Yisheng was actually woken up by Yang Jinjuan's aggressive outburst.

But he stared at the ceiling for more than a minute without moving.

Just like how the more someone bangs on the door, the more addicted they become, and the louder they shout, the less their biological mother actually exists.

"Tang Yisheng! Get up!"

"I know you're awake! Get up and open the door!"

"If you keep hiding and won't open the door, I'll break it down!"

"Hurry up, quick, I'll count to three..."

Yes, this set of lines has been repeated several times.

By adding the numbers up to three, this wave can be counted to make up a full ten-day period as long as the count starts.

"She's awake, coming right away."

Tang Yisheng took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

boom!

Boom!

The door was pounded three more times before they stopped.

Tang Yisheng opened the wardrobe door, took out new boxer shorts from the drawer, took off his underwear that had been worn overnight, and grabbed two sheets of paper from the bedside table to wipe himself.

He didn't know where his mother got so angry so early in the morning.

Even though I made a sound, she still insisted on banging on the door a few more times.

Vent anger?

That does fit her own mother's personality.

Perhaps after being without her as a punching bag for the past two weeks, she had been suffering grievances at the Song family with nowhere to vent her frustrations, and she was feeling really stifled.

Tang Yisheng put on a new white T-shirt and the same denim shorts as yesterday, tied his belt, and walked out of the inner room to open the door.

"What time is it? Still sleeping soundly inside!"

Yang Jinjuan's first words upon entering the room were a rebuke.

"What's up?"

Tang Yisheng frowned and asked directly.

"What were you up to last night?"

"Can't you just shut up for once? You're always causing trouble for me..."

"Stop! Stop! Hold it in!"

Tang Yisheng interrupted Yang Jinjuan's incessant chatter: "Are you here to stand up for Duan Xueyou and Zhang Kai?"

"Go ask the police station what happened yesterday. Don't come looking for trouble without understanding the situation. If Song Zhiming dares to cause trouble again, I'm really going to his workplace with a loudspeaker to demand an explanation!"

Yang Jinjuan was stunned.

She had never seen her son so enraged.