Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 13

Song Jingshan found that his son had been walking the dog very diligently recently. He went out before dawn every morning and came back with breakfast, which was almost different every week. He saw the address on the breakfast packaging and found a steamed dumpling restaurant more than three kilometers away from home.

What’s even more frightening is that he can even get up early on weekends, which is quite outrageous.

On Saturday, Song Jingshan got up early and waited in the study. He heard his son talk on the phone after washing up.

“It’s a bit windy today. Are you still staying outside? Otherwise, let’s get a private room. I’ll pay for it.”

“Okay, let’s have a wild fight. I’ll listen to you.”

Song Jingshan froze as if struck by lightning, his head buzzing as if thousands of flies were buzzing. He immediately took out a quick-acting heart pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

A bitter taste of Chinese medicine filled his mouth. He pinched his philtrum hard and managed to keep himself from falling down.

He originally thought that for kids of this age, dating would be nothing more than reading books and eating together, exchanging ambiguous glances during class, and at most holding hands and kissing each other. He never imagined that his son’s relationship had developed to such an unspeakable level.

Just go to sleep, but you are still wild… He felt his scalp tingling just thinking about those two words, and he felt so embarrassed.

He held his forehead with his hand in grief and slapped it twice, blaming himself for not educating his children well and not even doing a little bit of sex education.

He didn’t know if the measures had been taken. If she got pregnant at this age… he didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, he quickly followed.

Song Yang wore a beige sweatshirt today, with a Hong Kong-style baseball jacket on the outside. The casual outfit exuded youthfulness, but when Song Jingshan thought that he was going to take it off, he felt itchy all over.

In a short period of time, he had already made the worst plan, which was to let his son get engaged to a girl first and get the marriage certificate when he reached the age.

The die is cast, and it is not a bad thing to get married early. This is the only way he can comfort himself.

Song Jingshan moved out along the corner of the wall, keeping a distance from his son that was barely noticeable. He saw Song Yang leading Bibi out of the house, humming a song and looking quite happy.

He couldn’t help but admire the physical strength and perseverance of these young people.

If you buy breakfast six times a week…

I guess I can’t handle it physically.

It was five o’clock in the morning and the sky was still dark. The wind blowing through the leaves made a sound. There were floor lights in the community, so Song Jingshan didn’t dare to get too close.

There was a black SUV parked at the door, and the license plate could not be seen clearly. Song Yang opened the back door, first sent his urine up, and then got into the passenger seat.

The evidence is conclusive and the crime of adultery is proven.

Song Jingshan rushed over at the moment before the car started and tapped on the passenger window. Song Yang was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

“Dad?” He rolled down the car window and asked in surprise, “Why are you here?”

Song Jingshan glanced inside and found no one else except the man in the driver’s seat. He looked at Pee Pee’s bright big eyes, then at his son’s surprised expression, and was also at a loss.

He pretended to be nonchalant and asked, “Where are you going to walk the dog so early in the morning?”

Song Yang dropped the dog leash in his hand and threw it into the back seat: “Brother Xun, take me to the sports park. There is a running track over there and the air quality is good. Let’s run together.”

“Oh… running.” Song Jingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

He often heard his son mention Li Xun, and knew that Li Xun was renting a house at Teacher Sun’s house, but he had never seen the real person. His impression of Li Xun’s face always remained on the photo on his son’s bedside table. He didn’t react when a grown man who was almost thirty years old suddenly appeared.

Li Xun’s skin was a little tanned, and his cheeks were not as round as when he was in school. Compared with Song Yang, he looked very mature.

“Do you often run together?” Song Jingshan asked.

“Yes, I play basketball sometimes.” Song Yang stared with a pair of clear eyes, “I can’t even download songs on the broken phone my mom gave me. It’s too boring to run alone in the morning.”

Song Jingshan looked at Li Xun and got the same answer in Li Xun’s eyes.

The rumor about the roadside sex was self-defeating, and Teacher Song felt guilty instead. He deserved to be punished for using such filthy thoughts to speculate about an innocent boy.

He fished out the little pocket money he had left from his pocket and put the pot on his wife’s head: “Your mother asked you to bring back some steamed buns. The last one was quite delicious.”

Through the previous series of questions, Song Yang knew the purpose of his father’s action, but he still pretended to be stupid and said, “Thank you for the reward, sir.”

Song Jingshan scolded with a smile and rubbed Song Yang’s head.

Ten years passed in a flash. One grew up and the other retired. They happened to become friends. It was touching. He greeted Li Xun and then reminded Song Yang: “Don’t forget to memorize words when you come back.”

Song Yang took out a mini vocabulary booklet from his pocket, and Song Jingshan went home with more peace of mind.

The morning mist was thick and crystal dewdrops were rolling down the tips of the leaves. It was already late autumn and the weather was getting a little cooler. Gusts of chilly air were blowing straight into the car.

Song Yang closed the car window and sighed, “My parents love to worry about things. They must have thought that I was having a tryst with someone early in the morning, so they got up to investigate.”

Li Xun curled the corners of his lips: “Isn’t it?”

Song Yang stopped talking, lowered his head and picked at his fingers. This seemed to be an unconscious action when he was embarrassed or shy. Li Xun held his head like a basketball and twisted it to the right: “Little boy, seat belt.”

What Song Yang called “field battle” meant literally, fighting in the wild.

It was too far to go to the archery hall and back, so Li Xun found an open space near his home to practice archery, which was free.

This place used to be a wetland park, but due to its remote location and lack of eye-catching features, no one went in despite the 20-yuan ticket price. It has been open for less than three years, and the ticket window is covered with cobwebs. It can no longer be considered a tourist attraction.

Li Xun drove the car into the park and parked it casually in a corner.

Although this place is remote, the scenery is nice, with pavilions, corridors, and surrounded by trees, with weeds and wild flowers growing side by side.

When a plant, even an inconspicuous small plant, extends outward with extremely strong vitality, it becomes a beautiful sight.

Here it is.

Since no one prunes or sprays the trees, unknown wild flowers bloom everywhere on the roadside, adding a different kind of magnificence to this bleak season.

As long as it doesn’t rain, Song Yang will follow Li Xun to jog in the park every day to warm up.

At the end of the corridor, there is a Moon Lake that stretches as far as the eye can see. The reeds on the shore are taller than people. The water in the lake is relatively clean, and you can see thumb-sized small fish swimming happily in the lake and blowing bubbles.

After a brief warm-up, they came to an abandoned dock. The wooden boards had been exposed to wind and sun, and the paint was mottled. Every time people walked by, they made strange noises. Song Yang tied his urine to the piles of the dock.

The biggest advantage of this place is that it has a cruise ship ticket office, which is made of wood and more than two meters high. It acts like a wall to block arrows from flying out. Even if an arrow accidentally misses the target, the old wood cannot damage the alloy arrowhead.

There are no lights here, so Li Xun brought his own LED light string, which consists of small round balls as big as fists, strung together to be more than eight meters long, enough to light up the night.

Song Yang put the target at the door, then ran to the boat station twenty meters away to meet Li Xun.

Li Xun is assembling an American hunting bow with a walnut-colored bow handle, black bow limbs, and two small tufts of shock-absorbing rabbit hair tied to the bowstring.

The hunting bow was simple in shape, similar to the traditional bow that Li Xun had picked up at the archery gym before, without any recurve.

It is not a competitive bow and will not appear in the World Championships or the Olympics, but its explosive power and aiming positioning are not inferior to those of a competitive bow.

Song Yang tried to pull the bowstring, and it was quite strenuous, like lifting a weight of several dozen kilograms. He has been holding the bow almost every day recently, and his sense of poundage is much more sensitive than before.

“About 48 pounds?”

Li Xun gave him a thumbs up: “Exactly 48. If the distance is enough, this thing can kill an elephant.”

After hearing this, Song Yang moved his urination to a safer place.

48 pounds is equivalent to 43.5 kilograms. It is not enough to just pull it to the release position. You need to freeze and aim. You can’t do it without a certain amount of arm strength. Li Xun brought it with him to play with it himself. He actually prepared a recurve bow weighing more than 30 pounds for Song Yang, but Song Yang couldn’t let it go and asked a lot about the aiming and releasing techniques of hunting bows.

Even before he retired, he had never met someone so talkative. When he looked at Song Yang, it was more like he saw himself more than ten years ago.

An arrow flew out with a whizzing sound. Song Yang jumped and shouted on the spot: “Ten rings! Master, look! I hit the ten rings!”

At a certain moment, Li Xun remembered what the head coach said when he first joined the team – in fact, not only do people choose bows, but bows also choose people, you are all summoned by the bow and arrow.

He used to think that these words were similar to those spoken by pyramid scheme leaders to promote health products, and were very empty, but now he suddenly understood the deeper meaning of these words.

There are people in this world who will never touch this string in their entire life, while some people can become the most tacit partners with it the first time they touch it.

All opportunities are wonderful.

Li Xun only brought one target, and let the children play with it. He moved a chair out from the ticket office and sat by the lake to play with the dog and watch the sunrise.

Pee Pee became familiar with him and dared to come over and lick the butter bread in his hand.

Li Xun still had a piece of bread in his mouth and asked vaguely, “Can I eat butter while peeing?”

After the arrow was shot out, Song Yang lowered his hand and said, “A little bit is okay. It can’t eat anything too sweet.”

It seemed as if Pipi could understand what people said. It put its head into Li Xun’s chest and rubbed it. Li Xun raised his arm and tore off a piece of bread to feed it.

I saw a pink tongue rolling the food into its mouth and swallowing it without even chewing, with drool all over the floor.

Li Xun was amused by it and broke off a little more to feed it.

The morning sun rises from the horizon, spreading from light pink to become dazzling and strong. The ripples on the lake are shining, like stars scattered on the ground. The whole thing is a magnificent impressionist painting.

Li Xun leaned back in his chair, playing music on his cell phone. From time to time, he could hear the excited shouts of children behind him.

Archers need a calm heart. Most of his music library is light music, and the melodious tunes weave through the reeds.

“That’s almost it. Be careful or you won’t be able to lift your arms tomorrow.” Li Xun said.

“I’m dying of thirst.” Song Yang didn’t know how many arrows he had fired. At this moment, he was like a deflated ball. He slowly walked towards Li Xun, “Master, do you have any mineral water in your car?”

“I forgot to take it.” Li Xun was a little lazy under the rising sun. He hooked his water bottle with one finger, handed it over, and reminded him seriously, “If you don’t like it, you can drink it with the lid.”

The dimples on Song Yang’s mouth appeared uncontrollably. He took it with both hands and said awkwardly, “How could I dislike it?”

“Is it.”

Li Xun glanced at him and watched him grin like a mentally retarded man for a while, then unscrewed the bottle cap and sniffed the lemonade. This action inexplicably reminded people of small animals. Only pets would get close to smell the food before eating it, and then choose to eat it or not.

Song Yang acted indifferent and did not pour the water into the lid. Instead, he leaned directly to the mouth of the bottle, tilted his neck, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

Perhaps it was because the weather was too nice and the breeze made people’s hearts flutter, Li Xun couldn’t help but be naughty and added the second half: “Then why did I hear Chu Zhi say that you didn’t want to kiss me indirectly.”

“Poof——” The lemonade sprayed all over the face.