Chapter 2, Jiaming and Lingjing
With such thoughts, time swiftly approached the end of the year. The matter of martial arts could not be avoided, as Ye Lingjing could easily see through his excuses without even thinking. On February 2nd, a heavy snowfall fell in Jianghai City, and the television station reported that this was a sign of a bountiful year ahead.
Time flows slowly, and the weather is becoming increasingly cold. As the end of the year approaches, Hongxing Primary School has already begun its winter vacation. New Year's Eve falls on February 3 of this year. Jiaming and Lingjing finished their exams on January 23 and went to school on the 27th to collect their report cards. This time, Jiaming scored 70 in Chinese and 75 in Mathematics, a significant improvement compared to his previous results. Lingjing was even happier than when she received a perfect score, believing that her leadership as the class captain had effectively guided the slow learners to enlightenment. Ye Han's family was also very pleased. Ye Han thought that Jiaming had gained insight after his injury, implying that he should endure more hardships. As a result, she was scolded by Duan Jingxian for an entire evening before clarifying that she meant for Jiaming to come over during the winter vacation to learn martial arts.
Ha-ha-ha
In terms of family, he is not the child that the Huang family pays much attention to. Apart from the other children thinking of him when they want to bully someone for fun, the adults basically treat him as if he were invisible. Every night, during the family dinner around the large table, he is not included; he can only eat in the side hall or return to his own room to eat slowly. Every month, the steward gives him pocket money, the same amount as the other children, but it is always taken away by the other children on the night it is distributed.
During this period, for more than ten days, I pretended to be amnesiac and feigned deafness and silence. Later, hetushucomcom gradually clarified everything. The city I am currently in, Jianghai, is one of the foremost cities in the country. Since the reform and opening up, it has greatly benefited from these changes, and its economic strength has developed rapidly. Overall, the upper echelons of Jianghai are predominantly occupied by several family enterprises. These families generally have deep roots and possess numerous connections both at the central and local levels, and they were not significantly harmed during the turmoil of those years. Huang family is one of them.
At this time, Jianghai City had very few leisure parks, so this grassy slope on the outskirts was quite popular among some morning exercisers. Jiaming often lay on the grass to rest, while Xiaoling would practice her boxing nearby in a somewhat impressive manner.
For him now, being overlooked by others is a state he yearns for. As for the money being taken away, he would retrieve it that very night and casually burn their homework notebooks. The next day, the entire mansion would be in chaos, unable to find peace. Of course, since these guys have always performed poorly academically, the disappearance of their homework notebooks is often dismissed by adults as an excuse to avoid doing homework, leading to a scolding. Jiaming would be standing by, grinning mischievously. Of course, since these guys have always performed poorly academically, the disappearance of their homework notebooks is often dismissed by adults as an excuse to avoid doing homework, leading to a scolding. Jiaming would be standing by, grinning mischievously.
It has been two months since the restoration of this body belonging to a child
The feeling of attending school for the first time was novel for him; there were no strict instructors, no bloody killings accompanying each class, and no constant threats to life. Everything was astonishingly free. The only constraint was that whenever he drifted off in class, his deskmate, Ye Lingjing, would always give him a sharp slap, demanding that he place his hands on the desk and sit up straight. She was the captain of the Young Pioneers in the school, possessing a sense of responsibility to supervise her classmates.
The 3rd is New Year's Eve. In the morning, Jiaming and Lingjing, as usual, went out through the back door to exercise. When they returned, the entrance of the Huang family mansion was bustling with vehicles, predominantly Audi 100s, which at that time was a very stylish model, as officials often drove it. Inside the hall, people were coming and going, with a continuous stream of visitors paying New Year’s greetings and networking, clearly indicating the Huang family's status in Jianghai City. Children were playing and chasing each other in the nearby garden, throwing snowballs or setting off firecrackers. Jiaming and Lingjing watched for a while. Lingjing looked at those children and said with disdain, "We are not staying here. Let’s go back to the martial arts school; Dad secretly bought a lot of firecrackers."
So, what should an ordinary life be like for Jia Ming?
Although I am referred to as "Young Master" by the servants and butlers due to my status, I do not actually possess the identity of a "Young Master." My mother's situation is a source of deep shame for the family, and many children of the same age within the family are aware of it, often mocking and bullying me for it. This recent act of running away from home was likely a response to such treatment. Who would have thought that after leaving, I would encounter two assassins sent by Pei Luojia in search of new blood. This act of running away from home was likely a response to such treatment. Who would have thought that after leaving, I would encounter two assassins sent by Pei Luojia in search of new blood.
Lingjing has practiced martial arts with her father since childhood, becoming most proficient in Wing Chun and Tai Chi. She has even won the regional championship in martial arts competitions, though these were of a purely exhibition nature. On her way back from morning practice, she often encounters an uncle pushing a bicycle selling steamed buns. Lingjing takes out a dime to buy two, and then she munches on them all the way back to the martial arts school of Lingjing and *Tu* *Shu*.
Jiaming was naturally busy thinking of excuses to refuse, such as having too much winter vacation homework or that the group of chubby kids from the Huang family would be looking for him every day. In his heart, he thought that the ones studying here now were all children from affluent families, perhaps even young masters or scions from noble families. In the past, he could only be bullied, but now he had to be wary of the other party's many flaws. If he were to make a mistake like in "East is Red, West is Right," where someone says, "Your position is just too perfect, I couldn't help but kick you, I haven't kicked someone this satisfyingly in a long time," it would lead to a heap of trouble. Now, he just wanted a simple and ordinary life.
One's own mother should be a direct descendant of the Huang family. However, there is a family rule in the Huang family that anyone who wishes to marry a woman from the Huang family must be adopted into the family. One's father, being proud and arrogant, eloped with one's mother, and shortly after giving birth to oneself, both perished in a landslide. The Huang family had initially disowned the two, but seeing that one was still young, they ultimately felt some compassion and took one in to raise.
Over the years, although I lived at the Huang family home, I spent even more time playing at the Ye family. Although Lingjing is a girl, she always stood up for me like a guardian whenever I faced bullying or injustice. Therefore, even in this reborn present, Jiaming tries to follow the little girl's arrangements and live a life that belongs to a child
The tranquil father, Ye Han, despite having a cultured name, is actually a burly man with a full beard. In this day and age, having such a master to run a martial arts school is more reassuring and impressive. Ye's mother, Duan Jingxian, is a renowned surgeon specializing in trauma treatment, and she truly lives up to her name with her beauty and grace. One specializes in fighting while the other treats injuries, making them a harmonious couple who complement each other well. Both are kind and warm-hearted individuals, and in a certain sense, perhaps this family is the only true kin that Jia Ming has in this world. One specializes in fighting while the other treats injuries, making them a harmonious couple who complement each other well. Both are kind and warm-hearted individuals, and in a certain sense, perhaps this family is the only true kin that Jia Ming has in this world.
Thinking about having to spend a boring morning setting off firecrackers with a child, Jiaming even had the thought of blowing up the entire Earth with firecrackers. Just as he was pondering how to escape, several voices suddenly called out to him from the yard, and then a group of chubby kids came running over energetically.
Striving to imitate his previous handwriting, it is not difficult for Jiaming to keep his scores hovering around the passing line during exams. The world of children is quite interesting; he enjoys quietly sitting by and watching. However, the world of children can also be quite bothersome, as they tend to engage in childish and frustrating games and activities that can drive one to distraction. Ye Lingjing, as a competent team leader, always insists on involving him in any performances or extracurricular games. Each time these children have fun playing, Jiaming feels on the verge of breaking down. The world of children is quite interesting; he enjoys quietly sitting by and watching. However, the world of children can also be quite bothersome, as they tend to engage in childish and frustrating games and activities that can drive one to distraction. Ye Lingjing, as a competent team leader, always insists on involving him in any performances or extracurricular games. Each time these children have fun playing, Jiaming feels on the verge of breaking down.
Every day at three in the morning, he would get up and head to the outskirts of the city to exercise. This ten-year-old body was still too fragile; not to mention fighting, even handling a gun with a bit of recoil could potentially dislocate his arm. After completing a round of training based on the previous assassin regimen, he could return home and burrow into bed around five-thirty. By six o'clock, a girl named Lingjing, dressed in sportswear, would come in through the back door and knock on his window. Lingjing did not like the other children living with him, and since Jiaming lived in the last room on the first floor of the mansion, it was more convenient for him to jump out of the window after getting dressed. After that, the two would jog again to the outskirts.
As the sun rises, the crisp and vibrant shouts of a little girl echo across the grass. Among a large group of elderly individuals engaged in morning exercises, a girl with two braided pigtails, looking quite charming, is diligently practicing a set of Wing Chun. A little boy named Gu Jiaming lies on the slope above, watching the group practice martial arts with boredom.
In the past six months, the only person I have become somewhat familiar with is a little girl named Ye Lingjing. Her family can be considered a distant relative of the Huang family. Initially, my father was a good friend of Lingjing's father, Ye Han, who runs a martial arts school. After my parents passed away, the Ye family had intended to adopt me, but the Huang family had a more legitimate claim to my guardianship.
It should be a life like that of an ordinary person, he thought. It should be like a common person, completing elementary school, middle school, high school, and university in succession, perhaps experiencing a few romances in high school or university, then entering society, finding a job that is neither too high nor too low, and a few years later, finding a wife who is compatible with him, and continuing on that path. There may be one or two dreams in life, and he would strive to achieve them. A few years later, finding a wife who is compatible with him, and continuing on that path. There may be one or two dreams in life, and he would strive to achieve them. Of course, as long as he has made an effort, it does not matter if he cannot achieve them. When he reaches an old age surrounded by children and grandchildren, he would quietly pass away. Some will weep, but they will soon forget him; some will be happy, but they too will quickly forget him. Although it is hard to imagine what it would be like to have a troublesome little child who cries all day, isn't that what many books depict as a happy life?