Chapter 3 Mail
At dawn, Chen Linfeng pressed the alarm clock to get dressed and get up.
Shi Xiaolong on the other bed was awakened by the sound, and he rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"Xiao Feng, you are going to do morning exercise again."
"Yes, are you going?"
"I won't go. I have to go to Zheng City to shoot a promotional video in two days. I need to recharge my batteries." Shi Xiaolong waved his hand, changed his position, and fell asleep again.
Chen Linfeng slapped him on the butt speechlessly, "What does going the day after tomorrow have to do with your morning exercise today."
Shi Xiaolong didn't move.
Chen Linfeng took it easy, washed up briefly, and then went out with his gun.
Because the morning exercises included loud activities such as shouting, in order not to disturb other people’s sleep, he always practiced in a small square not far outside the alley.
Although it is summer now, the weather in the morning is still very comfortable. Chen Linfeng took a deep breath and put down the gun in his hand.
The first is shouting. The shouting exercise includes shouting six character sounds, three closed calls and three open calls.
Chen Linfeng shouted loudly the single sounds such as "uh", "yi" and "ah", from low to high, and then from high to low. After repeating it 6 times, his voice became more relaxed.
The specific training method, Chen Linfeng mainly chooses "counting numbers" and "counting gourds", which is counting from 1 to 10 in one breath, or gold gourds, silver gourds, up to 24 gourds in one breath (suck enough) Qi) One gourd, two gourds, three gourds... over and over again.
This is a traditional opera training method, which is very effective in improving the voice, breath and words in people's speech lines.
Then Chen Linfeng will find a few scenes to practice twice. Today's show is "Mu Guiying Takes Command" and "Recruiting Jiang Wei".
Both of these two sections include singing and reciting, which can comprehensively train his singing and reciting skills.
Opera started this year. He asked the Yu opera teacher hired by his father to teach him for half a year, and now he is just getting started.
The last step is boxing and marksmanship practice.
After Chen Linfeng recovered from his health at the age of eight, he picked up martial arts again and practiced every morning.
Chen Linfeng, the master of boxing, mainly trains Baguazhang and Xingyiquan, Tongbei Fist and Bajiquan, which he cannot achieve with his current body, so he can only put them on hold for the time being.
With his memory, the moves are easy to remember, but it is useless to learn Wu Guangji moves.
Including learning opera, it is useless to just remember the words and specific actions. For example, no matter how familiar he is with memorizing the lyrics, he is still far behind when it comes to singing by himself.
Both of these skills must be trained through muscles to an almost instinctive reaction. Only when the body remembers it can it be called entering the palace.
Compared with fists and palms, Chen Linfeng's marksmanship is better, which should be due to his own talent.
After playing with guns for a while, I saw adults riding bicycles to work one after another in the alley.
"Xiao Feng, it's time to finish your work. Come back for dinner." Shi Xiaolong called him while yawning.
“I got it, here I go.” Chen Linfeng put away his gun and went home.
He looked at the time on the electronic watch in his hand.
It was almost 7 o'clock, which was almost the same time in the past.
From getting up at 5 a.m. to finishing at almost 7 a.m., it takes about an hour and a half to practice.
This kind of practice has been going on for two years since he came back from Hong Kong Island.
Initially it was just martial arts, but starting from this year, shouting and opera content was added.
Compared with those who majored in opera or martial arts, the training content was less. Those people spent more time and suffered much more than he did.
Chen Linfeng did this to pursue only one goal.
That is, he hopes that after years of accumulation, he can improve his lines, body shape, movements, fighting scenes, etc., so that by the time he reaches adulthood, he can reach at least a passing level without being held back.
These contents require a long period of accumulation. Chen Linfeng's memory has no help in these aspects and can only improve slowly.
"Today it's fried buns. Well, the tofu is good, and it's sweet and delicious." Chen Linfeng looked at the white tofu in Shi Xiaolong's bowl mixed with the grey-brown spicy soup.
What kind of evil way is this to eat? Can you drink salted tofu brain?
Shi Xiaolong sneered at his brother's words. He slowly stirred the tofu curd evenly, picked up the spoon, and took a sip.
"You can't enjoy such a delicious thing."
"It's better to leave it to yourself, you are the traitor who drinks salty tofu."
"You are the traitor. ”
“That’s enough, I can’t stop you two even if you have something to eat,” Mother Chen gave one of them a slap on the head.
The brothers died down.
After eating and going to school, Chen Linfeng and Shi Xiaolong went to different places.
Shi Xiaolong is not like Chen Linfeng who skipped a grade. He is still a primary school student. Because Chen Linfeng's grades in school were very good, he specifically discussed with his class teacher that he did not need to attend morning reading classes. Therefore, at this time, he could catch up with the first class at eight o'clock in the morning.
As soon as he saw Chen Linfeng coming, Zhao Yuming immediately came over.
"Have you written your homework? Come and bring it to save my life. I forgot to pick up my homework book when I got home yesterday." Zhao Yuming clasped his hands together and almost fell to his knees.
"Your memory is a little bad. How many times has it been? Was the Ultraman show yesterday good?"
"It looked good, ah no, who saw it." Zhao Yuming didn't pay attention, told the truth, and quickly made up for it. .
"My brother watched it with you yesterday, and he told me when he came back."
"This unloyal guy, I told him not to tell me when he went back yesterday." Zhao Yuming was filled with grief and indignation. , making friends accidentally.
“Here you go, you can hand it in for me when the group leader collects the homework.” Chen Linfeng took a photo of the homework book and handed it to him.
"Okay, Xiaofeng, you are so good." Zhao Yuming held his homework book in both hands, bowed, and hurried back to his seat.
Zhao Yuming has played with Shi Xiaolong and his two brothers since he was a child, but he is actually two years older than the brothers. Chen Linfeng skipped a grade and happened to be in the same grade as him. This year, he was even assigned to the same class.
Zhao Yuming takes good care of Chen Linfeng on weekdays, but he is really not good at studying and always asks him to borrow homework from him.
The school day has begun.
Chen Linfeng sat in the front row because he was small.
During class, he spent most of his time doing other things, either doing writing exercises or doing homework in advance.
The teacher basically ignored him when he saw it. The two parties have formed a tacit understanding that as long as his grades can continue to be the first in the grade, they will not interfere with him.
Chen Linfeng opened the draft paper and took the matter seriously.
Today he is going to formally write the story of his past life and try to submit it to test whether his writing has reached a certain level.
Before this, he had already considered what kind of story he would choose to write.
After all, it was his first time to write a short story, and in order to test his own skills, Chen Linfeng chose a movie from his previous life, "The God of Death".
He only selected the core concept, which is the concept setting of Death killing people.
This is based on the setting of "Whoever the King of Hell tells to die at the third watch of the night will dare to stay until the fifth watch" in traditional Chinese mythology.
The overall story has been completely redesigned. After all, his own writing style and story-writing ability need to be tested, so there is no point in copying it.
Chen Linfeng spent a class designing the plot. By the time school was about to end, he had completed the entire short story. The full text is about 7,000 words, and the plot content is equivalent to the length of a movie.
Chen Linfeng checked it over and found no obvious typos, so he folded it and put it away.
The summer of 1998 was extremely hot. The sun is scorching the earth like a steamer. I saw that the wall not far away was slightly distorted by the heat.
After school, when it was still the hottest time, Chen Linfeng raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky, wiped his forehead, and his hands were covered with sweat.
At this time, I really miss the air-conditioned room in my previous life. He shook off the sweat from his hands and walked into the post office.
The post office is on Donghua Road, not far from his school. When Chen Linfeng came over, the post office had not yet closed.
Chen Linfeng walked to the counter and found that he was not tall enough and could only show his head.
He stood on tiptoe and shouted, "Auntie, I want to send a letter."
Liu Qingqing, who worked at the post office, looked at the window and saw that it was a child. She couldn't help laughing and said, "Little classmate, Why don't you let your adults come?"
"I can do it myself."
"Okay, that's awesome. Did you bring the letter?"
"Bring it," Chen Linfeng tiptoed and handed over the folded manuscript paper.
Liu Qingqing weighed the letter neatly, "45 grams, I'll weigh 40 grams for you, just give me two cents."
Chen Linfeng took out a small wallet from his pocket. Pick out two coins.
The Chen family is quite open to children and has given them both enough pocket money since they were young.
In Chen’s father’s words, it is necessary to cultivate children’s ability to control money.
After Shi Xiaolong started acting with him, his pocket money became even more. Therefore, by the standards of a child, his hands are relatively generous.
"Here, this is a standard envelope for sending letters. You fill in the registered letter label on it." Liu Qingqing pointed out the sender, recipient, address, and contact information of the envelope one by one with her hands. Tell him how to fill it out.
Chen Linfeng took the envelope and pen from the other party and tried it. The table was too high and writing was too difficult, so he could only squat down and fill in the content.
When I walked out of the post office, the sun was still very bright.
So, Chen Linfeng arrived home with a cold and sweet ice pack in his mouth.
(End of this chapter)