My Lady Fairy

in the morning, Yang Guo got up as usual at more than five o'clock. At this time, it was just daybreak. Qi Qi was now sleeping in a protected crib. Yang Guo left her at home and it didn't matter to leave her for a while.

Today's weather is good. The small park is full of insects and birds, willows and flowers, and the air is fresh. Yang Guo jogged around the small park for a few times, then found a quiet corner and practiced boxing.

Unlike those Taijiquan in the market, Yang Guo's boxing moves are garishly divided into 24 or 42 forms. These fist moves are cumbersome because many performance moves have been added to them. In fact, these thirteen fist moves of Yang Guo have evolved.

Yang Guo's thirteen forms, each of which is unique, are vaguely related to the other twelve forms. All changes depend on the user's mind. Yang Guo naturally can't do this. He can't meet the minimum requirement of wanton changes in both internal skills and consciousness.

So Yang Guo played back and forth more than ten times from beginning to end. After boxing, Yang Guo began to slow down.

Taijiquan emphasizes that the whole body is light and nimble, and the movements are coherent and rhythmic. The natural law also stresses that strong fighting is weak, and slow hand makes fast hand. Yang Guo did the opposite. He had to practice Boxing at a slower speed than the tortoise!

In fact, this is also the requirement of Kung Fu. It's really easy to be fast, but it's better to be fast if you know how to be slow. Here is not like four or two thousand jin, the person with small strength can use force to fight, and the skill is not completely abandoning fast action and relying on slow action to deal with fast action, but hoping that the martial artist can be quick and slow at will, and can retract and release freely.

Yang Guoqi sinks into the Dantian, his legs and feet are like old trees, firmly tied to the ground, his crotch is like a horse, his waist is loose and heavy, his back is straight, his right arm is empty, and his left palm is slowly stretched out. Each action is like the male lion on the grassland slowly approaching the prey, converging momentum and moving slowly, for fear that one action is too large, it will touch the dead grass and startle the prey.

Yang Guo practiced slowly while exercising his internal skills, just like meditation. His body's meridians and breath flowed. Although he felt more sluggish, he achieved remarkable results. After being beaten down, Yang Guo's forehead exuded fine sweat, which was even more tiring than all previous sports combined!

The elderly in several nearby communities also got up one after another. The small park is where they gathered for morning exercises. Some of them practiced boxing and sword dance like Yang Guo, and some danced with music and square dance, which was very lively.

However, Yang Guo's mind was immersed in his own moves, and he was not disturbed. However, several old men looked at Yang Guo's movements for a long time, but they didn't see why. Who told Yang Guo that a move could last for a few minutes. Soon they lost their patience and left.

The thirteen style fist moves were slowly repaired. The steam on Yang Guo's head was steaming, and the whole person was as wet as what he had fished out of the water, but his spirit was more full.

After practice, Yang Guo bought breakfast in the market and went home.

When she got home, before Qiqi woke up, Yang Guo washed and changed clothes, held a dictionary and read it aloud. Others recite words with a targeted vocabulary book. At most, there are only a few thousand words. Yang Guo directly holds a large part such as Oxford Advanced, from a to his back. Who calls his memory so abnormal!

In the sound of Yang Guolang's reading, Qiqi also opened her eyes, lying in the small bed, slightly opening her small mouth, waving her small hands and clapping together. Is she applauding for her father's diligence and studiousness?

After washing Qiqi's face and feeding her, Yang Guo continued to read until 11 o'clock at noon. A few hours later, Yang Guo had chewed off a small stack of dictionaries. It was estimated that he could recite more than 180000 words in the whole dictionary in less than a month!

After cooking some porridge, Yang Guo leisurely went online to watch the news. The Internet is full of American terrorists osaniu? Ben? Guan Deng dragged out the sudden news from a small house. Yang Guo laughed and sighed, "an oba cow and an OSA cow are both born in Ben Gen. why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

The terrorist incident in 2001 occurred in the United States, which has nothing to do with Yang Guo. Now this incident has nothing to do with Yang Guo. Obaniu killed osaniu. It can only be said that he solved a former nemesis, which made him proud. The poll data is a little better, but there is no distinction between Yang Guo and Qiqi, so Yang Guo ignored it.

Before turning off the browser, Yang Guo ran to yeeyan.com with great interest and translated a relevant report from foreign media, which can also be regarded as benefiting the domestic people who are eager to know what happened! Of course, his translation was reprinted by major portals on the Internet due to its high standard, but it has nothing to do with Yang Guo.

After Yang Guo ordered and confirmed it, he calculated the time and revised it. He translated more than 1000 words in an hour and a half. Isn't that a good speed? If he really became a gold medal translator, he would earn 300 in two hours and more than 1000 in a day, then he could almost reach the salary level of a salesman in a month! Yang Guo is secretly happy.

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In the evening, when Yang Guo was reading a grammar book, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it turned out to be song Zhiwen.

"Oh, it's rare. Why are you here? Today is not the weekend?" Yang Guo smiled and handed him a pair of slippers.

Song Zhiwen stuffed large bags and small bags of things into Yang Guo's hands, changing shoes and saying, "my mother asked me to come here. Do you think I want to come to you instead of sleeping at home at night?"

Yang Guo put several bags on the tea table, opened one of them and found that it was baby clothes. Look at other bags. They are all baby supplies, two cans of milk powder, several sets of clothes, a pile of paper diapers and a baby strap. These were bought by song Zhiwen's mother and Yang Guo's godmother. Yang Guo now feels a little sour in his nose.

Song Zhiwen changed his shoes, patted Yang Guo on the shoulder and said, "how? Is my mother nice to you? Thank me soon? As soon as she heard me say that you have a baby, she went shopping and bought so many good things for your daughter. I also said to her, I didn't see her treat me so well. It's all brand-name goods, tut!"

Yang Guo's brewing mood suddenly let song Zhiwen be photographed. He said angrily, "that's my godmother taking care of me. Why thank you?"

Song Zhiwen didn't compete with him either. He took an apple from the table with a smile, ran to the pool to wash it, and then tilted his feet to chew on the sofa.

"Lao Guo, how are you this week?"

Yang Guo said, "it's OK, but I quit my job."

"Quit?" Song Zhiwen jumped down from the sofa again. "Why did you quit? Didn't you do a good job?"

"Because I can't take care of Qiqi when I go to work." Yang Guo was very calm. He told song Zhiwen about Qiqi's hospitalization the night before yesterday.

"Alas," Song Zhiwen sighed, "I knew you would make your daughter toss around a lot. Your salary last month reached 20000! I envy you! As a result, you quit."

Yang Guo, in turn, comforted him and said, "it's okay. There is not only one way to go in life."

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"I checked yesterday. In fact, translation is quite profitable, and I can do it at home. I plan to have a try."

Song Zhiwen looked at him suspiciously, "can you translate?" Song Zhiwen's impression is that Yang Guo's English level is half that of him. It's OK to watch rice dramas, but it's not OK to be serious. However, this was the situation before graduation. He didn't know that Yang Guo's IQ was already at the level of demon. Yang Guo's English level had dumped him for a few blocks long ago.

"Well, mosquito, you underestimate me," Yang Guo laughed, and opened the report translated at noon on the computer to show him, "look, how is this article translated?"

Song Zhiwen glanced at it, shook his head and said, "I haven't read English for almost a year, and I can't understand the original text. I feel that I can translate it well in Chinese, and I feel like reading Chinese reports." After all, he also graduated from English major, so he still has some appreciation ability. Song Zhiwen looked at Yang Guo suspiciously and asked, "did you turn it?"

Seeing Yang Guo nodded, song Zhiwen said with a smile, "OK, after a year in the foreign trade industry, it has become so powerful. I've been fattening up in my unit this year."

Yang Guo didn't say that his improvement was not due to foreign trade work. He just smiled and didn't reveal the secret of his becoming smart.

Song Zhiwen sat back, ate an apple, and then said to Yang Guo, "you know what my father does?"

"Yes, the leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yang Guo looked at Song Zhiwen suspiciously and said what was the meaning of this matter?

"Hey, hey, it seems that you haven't considered your daughter's Hukou?"

Yes, Yang Guo remembered that he had to give Qiqi a registered permanent residence, or he would become a black household! Yang Guo's current registered permanent residence has been moved to Yangcheng. If Qiqi's registered permanent residence is not handled, many things like medical insurance and kindergarten will be very troublesome in the future. However, he is not married yet. How can he get registered?

"Do you have a way?" Yang Guo asked.

"I can't help it, but my father has a way. He said that he has said hello to his friend in the Public Security Bureau. You can quickly go to Qiqi for a paternity test, and then take the certificate with your household register and ID card, and you can do it for you." Song Zhiwen threw the apple core into the garbage basket, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "this helps you avoid the fine of unmarried children! How, is it interesting?"

"Paternity testing?" Yang Guo was stunned. "Can't the birth medical certificate?" The paternity test sounds strange. I'm wondering if it's my daughter.

"It shouldn't work. It doesn't matter if you go to have a paternity test! Anyway, you can also confirm whether Qiqi is your own."

Yang Guo stared at him and said, "what is it? Is it my own? It's my daughter! You don't see the eyes and nose. They look exactly like me!"

Song Zhiwen surrendered with both hands and said, "OK, OK, I said the wrong thing. It's your daughter. Anyway, my task is to give you a message. Go and do this paternity test quickly, so that my father can register your daughter."

"Well, I see. Thank Godfather for me. After the appraisal is done, I'll take Qiqi to show it to the old people." Yang Guo said.

"OK, my task is completed, and I should go," Song Zhiwen stood up and walked to the door, "you don't have to send it, I'll just go out and take a taxi."

Yang Guo took him to the door and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs before closing the door and going back. Picking up the gifts on the table, Yang Guo felt that he was really lucky to have distinguished people to help him along the way, and many relatives and friends to help him. This is not, Godfather and godmother not only bought so many good things for Qiqi, but also seemed to solve the headache of Qiqi's Hukou! In the morning, Yang Guo got up as usual at more than five o'clock. At this time, it was just dawn. Qiqi was now sleeping in a protected crib. Yang Guo left her at home and it didn't matter much to leave her for a while.

Today's weather is good. The small park is full of insects and birds, willows and flowers, and the air is fresh. Yang Guo jogged around the small park for a few times, then found a quiet corner and practiced boxing.

Unlike those Taijiquan in the market, Yang Guo's boxing moves are garishly divided into 24 or 42 forms. These fist moves are cumbersome because many performance moves have been added to them. In fact, these thirteen fist moves of Yang Guo have evolved.

Yang Guo's thirteen forms, each of which is unique, are vaguely related to the other twelve forms. All changes depend on the user's mind. Yang Guo naturally can't do this. He can't meet the minimum requirement of wanton changes in both internal skills and consciousness.

So Yang Guo played back and forth more than ten times from beginning to end. After boxing, Yang Guo began to slow down.

Taijiquan emphasizes that the whole body is light and nimble, and the movements are coherent and rhythmic. The natural law also stresses that strong fighting is weak, and slow hand makes fast hand. Yang Guo did the opposite. He had to practice Boxing at a slower speed than the tortoise!

In fact, this is also the requirement of Kung Fu. It's really easy to be fast, but it's better to be fast if you know how to be slow. Here is not like four or two thousand jin, the person with small strength can use force to fight, and the skill is not completely abandoning fast action and relying on slow action to deal with fast action, but hoping that the martial artist can be quick and slow at will, and can retract and release freely.

Yang Guoqi sinks into the Dantian, his legs and feet are like old trees, firmly tied to the ground, his crotch is like a horse, his waist is loose and heavy, his back is straight, his right arm is empty, and his left palm is slowly stretched out. Each action is like the male lion on the grassland slowly approaching the prey, converging momentum and moving slowly, for fear that one action is too large, it will touch the dead grass and startle the prey.

Yang Guo practiced slowly while exercising his internal skills, just like meditation. His body's meridians and breath flowed. Although he felt more sluggish, he achieved remarkable results. After being beaten down, Yang Guo's forehead exuded fine sweat, which was even more tiring than all previous sports combined!

The elderly in several nearby communities also got up one after another. The small park is where they gathered for morning exercises. Some of them practiced boxing and sword dance like Yang Guo, and some danced with music and square dance, which was very lively.

However, Yang Guo's mind was immersed in his own moves, and he was not disturbed. However, several old men looked at Yang Guo's movements for a long time, but they didn't see why. Who told Yang Guo that a move could last for a few minutes. Soon they lost their patience and left.

The thirteen style fist moves were slowly repaired. The steam on Yang Guo's head was steaming, and the whole person was as wet as what he had fished out of the water, but his spirit was more full.

After practice, Yang Guo bought breakfast in the market and went home.

When she got home, before Qiqi woke up, Yang Guo washed and changed clothes, held a dictionary and read it aloud. Others recite words with a targeted vocabulary book. At most, there are only a few thousand words. Yang Guo directly holds a large part such as Oxford Advanced, from a to his back. Who calls his memory so abnormal!

In the sound of Yang Guolang's reading, Qiqi also opened her eyes, lying in the small bed, slightly opening her small mouth, waving her small hands and clapping together. Is she applauding for her father's diligence and studiousness?

After washing Qiqi's face and feeding her, Yang Guo continued to read until 11 o'clock at noon. A few hours later, Yang Guo had chewed off a small stack of dictionaries. It was estimated that he could recite more than 180000 words in the whole dictionary in less than a month!

After cooking some porridge, Yang Guo leisurely went online to watch the news. The Internet is full of American terrorists osaniu? Ben? Guan Deng dragged out the sudden news from a small house. Yang Guo laughed and sighed, "an oba cow and an OSA cow are both born in Ben Gen. why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

The terrorist incident in 2001 occurred in the United States, which has nothing to do with Yang Guo. Now this incident has nothing to do with Yang Guo. Obaniu killed osaniu. It can only be said that he solved a former nemesis, which made him proud. The poll data is a little better, but there is no distinction between Yang Guo and Qiqi, so Yang Guo ignored it.

Before turning off the browser, Yang Guo ran to yeeyan.com with great interest and translated a relevant report from foreign media, which can also be regarded as benefiting the domestic people who are eager to know what happened! Of course, his translation was reprinted by major portals on the Internet due to its high standard, but it has nothing to do with Yang Guo.

After Yang Guo ordered and confirmed it, he calculated the time and revised it. He translated more than 1000 words in an hour and a half. Isn't that a good speed? If he really became a gold medal translator, he would earn 300 in two hours and more than 1000 in a day, then he could almost reach the salary level of a salesman in a month! Yang Guo is secretly happy.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

In the evening, when Yang Guo was reading a grammar book, he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it turned out to be song Zhiwen.

"Oh, it's rare. Why are you here? Today is not the weekend?" Yang Guo smiled and handed him a pair of slippers.

Song Zhiwen stuffed large bags and small bags of things into Yang Guo's hands, changing shoes and saying, "my mother asked me to come here. Do you think I want to come to you instead of sleeping at home at night?"

Yang Guo put several bags on the tea table, opened one of them and found that it was baby clothes. Look at other bags. They are all baby supplies, two cans of milk powder, several sets of clothes, a pile of paper diapers and a baby strap. These were bought by song Zhiwen's mother and Yang Guo's godmother. Yang Guo now feels a little sour in his nose.

Song Zhiwen changed his shoes, patted Yang Guo on the shoulder and said, "how? Is my mother nice to you? Thank me soon? As soon as she heard me say that you have a baby, she went shopping and bought so many good things for your daughter. I also said to her, I didn't see her treat me so well. It's all brand-name goods, tut!"

Yang Guo's brewing mood suddenly let song Zhiwen be photographed. He said angrily, "that's my godmother taking care of me. Why thank you?"

Song Zhiwen didn't compete with him either. He took an apple from the table with a smile, ran to the pool to wash it, and then tilted his feet to chew on the sofa.

"Lao Guo, how are you this week?"

Yang Guo said, "it's OK, but I quit my job."

"Quit?" Song Zhiwen jumped down from the sofa again. "Why did you quit? Didn't you do a good job?"

"Because I can't take care of Qiqi when I go to work." Yang Guo was very calm. He told song Zhiwen about Qiqi's hospitalization the night before yesterday.

"Alas," Song Zhiwen sighed, "I knew you would make your daughter toss around a lot. Your salary last month reached 20000! I envy you! As a result, you quit."

Yang Guo, in turn, comforted him and said, "it's okay. There is not only one way to go in life."

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"I checked yesterday. In fact, translation is quite profitable, and I can do it at home. I plan to have a try."

Song Zhiwen looked at him suspiciously, "can you translate?" Song Zhiwen's impression is that Yang Guo's English level is half that of him. It's OK to watch rice dramas, but it's not OK to be serious. However, this was the situation before graduation. He didn't know that Yang Guo's IQ was already at the level of demon. Yang Guo's English level had dumped him for a few blocks long ago.

"Well, mosquito, you underestimate me," Yang Guo laughed, and opened the report translated at noon on the computer to show him, "look, how is this article translated?"

Song Zhiwen glanced at it, shook his head and said, "I haven't read English for almost a year, and I can't understand the original text. I feel that I can translate it well in Chinese, and I feel like reading Chinese reports." After all, he also graduated from English major, so he still has some appreciation ability. Song Zhiwen looked at Yang Guo suspiciously and asked, "did you turn it?"

Seeing Yang Guo nodded, song Zhiwen said with a smile, "OK, after a year in the foreign trade industry, it has become so powerful. I've been fattening up in my unit this year."

Yang Guo didn't say that his improvement was not due to foreign trade work. He just smiled and didn't reveal the secret of his becoming smart.

Song Zhiwen sat back, ate an apple, and then said to Yang Guo, "you know what my father does?"

"Yes, the leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Yang Guo looked at Song Zhiwen suspiciously and said what was the meaning of this matter?

"Hey, hey, it seems that you haven't considered your daughter's Hukou?"

Yes, Yang Guo remembered that he had to give Qiqi a registered permanent residence, or he would become a black household! Yang Guo's current registered permanent residence has been moved to Yangcheng. If Qiqi's registered permanent residence is not handled, many things like medical insurance and kindergarten will be very troublesome in the future. However, he is not married yet. How can he get registered?

"Do you have a way?" Yang Guo asked.

"I can't help it, but my father has a way. He said that he has said hello to his friend in the Public Security Bureau. You can quickly go to Qiqi for a paternity test, and then take the certificate with your household register and ID card, and you can do it for you." Song Zhiwen threw the apple core into the garbage basket, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "this helps you avoid the fine of unmarried children! How, is it interesting?"

"Paternity testing?" Yang Guo was stunned. "Can't the birth medical certificate?" The paternity test sounds strange. I'm wondering if it's my daughter.

"It shouldn't work. It doesn't matter if you go to have a paternity test! Anyway, you can also confirm whether Qiqi is your own."

Yang Guo stared at him and said, "what is it? Is it my own? It's my daughter! You don't see the eyes and nose. They look exactly like me!"

Song Zhiwen surrendered with both hands and said, "OK, OK, I said the wrong thing. It's your daughter. Anyway, my task is to give you a message. Go and do this paternity test quickly, so that my father can register your daughter."

"Well, I see. Thank Godfather for me. After the appraisal is done, I'll take Qiqi to show it to the old people." Yang Guo said.

"OK, my task is completed, and I should go," Song Zhiwen stood up and walked to the door, "you don't have to send it, I'll just go out and take a taxi."

Yang Guo took him to the door and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the stairs before closing the door and going back. Picking up the gifts on the table, Yang Guo felt that he was really lucky to have distinguished people to help him along the way, and many relatives and friends to help him. This is not, Godfather and godmother not only bought so many good things for Qiqi, but also seemed to solve the headache of Qiqi's Hukou!

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