Chapter 43: Night training

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He Yan is sitting with Stone Wheat.
Hongshan's sad face was almost dripping with water, and he looked at He Yan and said, "Ahe, you can't even pull your bow now, what should you do in the future? Or we should go and talk with Liang Jiaotou, you should still be a partner Soldiers forget it. Although it doesn't sound very glorious, it's fatal, isn't it wheat?" He touched the wheat with his elbow and motioned for it.
The wheat whispered, "Yes, Brother Ahe, even if you are a gang soldier, we will always come to see you."
He Yan smiled and said nothing.
Hongshan was really anxious in his eyes. These days he got along with He Yan, and he had a special relationship with the teenager's temperament. He Yan is much more sensible than his spoiled brother who is sometimes troublesome. This is what his ideal brother should be. He unknowingly treated He Yan as his brother.
It was just that He Yan couldn’t even pull the bow, and he went to the battlefield in the future, that is, to die, how could he watch his brother jump into the fire pit?
"Brother, don't worry about me, I will be able to pull the bow tomorrow." She reassured.
"When you are a necromancer, it will come true when you talk about it." Hongshan's anger quickly deteriorated. "Why didn't this child learn?"
The stone that hadn't spoken for a while, was silent for a while, and asked, "What tricks do you have?"
"The trick is not there," He Yan thought for a while, "I am a person who has always had a bad qualification. There are so many things I can't do, I can't help but I can only try a few more times. Then I found out that as long as I try a few more After that, He Yan sighed.
It is said that General Feng Yun is born to be a star and a talented genius. In fact, she is so magical, even because she is a woman, her natural strength is weaker than a man. In other words, her qualifications are not good. It took her many years to turn He Yan into a brave and invincible general on the battlefield, but she could be born again, even giving her such a weak body.
Could this be that "Heaven will come down and let anyone do it, and he must first work hard and be hungry" She also didn't expect how good she was, and when she was born, she became a strong man like Wang Ba.
Doing things will be easier than it is now!
Until the night fell, He Yan thought about it.
The recruits were tired for a day in the day, and they naturally slept sweetly at night, and the sound of snoring fell one after another. He Yan estimated the time, and the night was quiet, and he climbed up from the collapse.
Wheat rolled over and mumbled something in his mouth. He Yan paused for a while and didn't wake him up. Then he walked out the door lightly.
Out of the room, went straight to Yanwuchang. The martial arts arena was empty in the night, and there were many night breezes in the mountains in the summer. The night breezes blew the flags and hunted. Under the moonlight, the green waves in the forest undulated, and a moonlight spread.
The border is mostly a bitter cold place, Liangzhou Wei is already very good. This kind of scenery, which she had never seen when she was stationed in the past, was mostly desolate scenery. For a while, his footsteps slowed down, as if he could not bear to break the quiet night.
Some of the bows and crossbows in the day have already been taken in, leaving only one or two that are not very mobile and placed on the spot. The grass targets turned upside down, and they hadn't had time to lift them up. After the run tomorrow morning, their own recruits packed it up. He Yan walked to the row of grass targets, and after a long search, he groped for an arrow in the darkness. She walked back to the crossbow with arrows.
She can spend more time to accomplish what others can do easily. But he can't do it, if he doesn't do it, it will be the same in his life.
She tried to pull the bow. The bow was very heavy, and she could only pull it away a little bit. It was not obvious if she looked at it with her eyes.
He Yan lowered his bow and rubbed his wrist.
After a while, she tried to draw the bow again, just like a little, only a little bit.
She tried five or six times like this, and finally got better. This time the bow she pulled was better than the one she just pulled, at least it could be seen that it was pulled.
He Yan was relieved.
What Bai Rili said to Liang Jiao, in fact, she was not sure of herself. It was because Miss He Da had never mentioned any heavy things in the past ten years. When she first arrived at the He family, she only chopped a piece of firewood He broke his hands. Pulling the bow is a bit difficult for Miss He. But the situation was forced by that time, so it can only say so. If you can’t pull the bow tomorrow, it’s another matter.
Things in the world are always more fruitful than efforts. She has no talent, the only thing is this effort. But there is also something in the world that is not available for the whole life's hard work, that is, people's hearts.
She sacrificed her dedication for the He family and gave her all the love for Xu Zhiheng. She had tried so hard and it was fruitless.
He Yan's eyes hung down, and her finger hit a bow to shoot an arrow. This arrow seemed to vent all her bitterness, making a whistle wind in the dark night, and heading towards the grass target in the dark.
The arrow didn't fall on the grass target, and she fell helplessly halfway through. Her strength was still too small, she could barely pull the bow and shoot the arrow, but it was just that.
Not every pain can be fully vented.
He Yan smiled and got up to pick up the arrow. She walked to the arrow and suddenly noticed something. She raised her head. There were a pair of brocade boots ten miles away from her. The boots were embroidered with golden dark Grain, flashing magnificent colors in the night.
Someone here? She practiced the arrow just now, but she didn't notice it. He Yan straightened up and walked a few steps forward, so the man standing in the night was able to show all.
It turned out to be Xiao Jue.
The Yanwuchang is so big that only the moonlight illuminates. He stands behind the grass target and wears a black deep coat. He is hidden in the night and he is regarded as a target beside him.
Feng Zijunxiu's youth looked at her faintly, without any intention to explain. He Yan felt awkward for no reason. She settled down, cleared her throat, and decided to preemptively say, "You, what are you doing here?"
"Look at you practicing arrows."
Obviously a cold tone, but He Yan clearly heard a hint of sarcasm.
"What happened to my practice of arrows? How do you feel after reading it?" He Yan asked.
The beautiful young man lowered his eyebrows, his long lashes in the moonlight, like butterfly wings, gently trembling, but the tone was cold, with a little ridicule.
"I was surprised that some people tried so hard and were so vulnerable."
He Yan froze.
For a time, time and space overlapped, and the wind slowly went away. At night, the stars spread across the sky, and the figure of the youth in front of him gradually became blurred, becoming the back of a teenager.
Whose voice fell in my ears, with a familiar taunt.
"I didn't expect someone to work so hard, but still a weak chicken."
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Yan Yan: All the other children are out of school, and my mother is still studying.