Both of them were highly skilled in martial arts. Although they did not speak much along the way, they cooperated very well.
A cart of millet weighing a few hundred catties easily entered Duanjiagou.
It was not until the car stopped at the door of his house that Duan Peng realized that Song An was also there.
Scratching his head, Duan Peng's black face also had a rare embarrassment.
"Thank you for today's matter, brother. Do you want to come in and drink some water?”
Song An was just worrying about how to win him over. Hearing him say this, he immediately nodded without hesitation.
"Sure, I'm really tired after such a scene!”
Duan Peng swept a glance at his hand without batting an eyelid. He was obviously somewhat puzzled when he didn't see the calluses.
However, he did not ask anything. He pushed the cart forward a few more steps and pushed open an old wooden door.
Duan Peng turned around and smiled." Come in. There's nothing good at home, so come in and have some hot tea!"”
Song An quickly waved his hand to show that he didn't mind." It's fine, it's fine. It's fine as long as there's a place to sit!”
Duan Peng didn't continue the conversation. He opened the door and pushed the cart straight in.
Who knew that just as he stopped in his tracks and did not even have the time to let go of the handcart in his hand, a cold wind blew from behind his head!
Out of instinct, Duan Peng flipped over and directly avoided this gust of wind.
However, Song An seemed to have a killing intent towards him. The wind from his palm became fiercer and fiercer, pressing on him step by step!
After all, they were at home, and there was still his mother in the house. Duan Peng was unwilling to tangle with him, and tossed and turned a few times in an attempt to avoid Song An's attack.
Unfortunately, even after circling the entire courtyard several times, Song An still chased after him relentlessly.
Before long, Duan Peng lost his patience.
"Brother, what are you doing? I was kind enough to bring you back for a drink of water, and this is how you treat me?”
Song An didn't stop moving and replied with a smile,""You're already fighting, and you're just going to keep avoiding it? It seems that your martial arts practice is indeed without any blood!”
Duan Peng was not a good-tempered person to begin with. Being provoked like this by him, he was immediately unhappy.
His back foot firmly stomped on the wall, instantly turning defense into offense.
Song An's heart trembled, and his expression turned serious.
In the small courtyard, the two of them exchanged blows.
Duan Peng's gaze gradually became solemn. He was someone who had honed himself in Shaolin Temple for ten years. His skills were extraordinary, and he had never met any opponents since he was young.
Especially when it came to sparring, who hadn't been beaten up by him?
However, not only was Song An not suppressed by him, but he was also getting more and more aggressive. He had an obvious advantage.
Not long after, Duan Peng could not withstand it anymore and retreated repeatedly. Song An's attacks became increasingly ferocious.
Finally, Duan Peng was forced to the most corner of the wall. Seeing that Song An's palm was about to hit his throat, Duan Peng already had no thoughts of struggling. He closed his eyes and allowed Song An to move as he pleased.
It looked like he didn't even want to resist.
Song An was also surprised by this scene.
In " Drawing Swords ", if it was just martial arts, Song An was definitely considered the top of the martial arts world. However, such a person was easily defeated by him.，
Without thinking further, Song An stopped his hand gesture in time and pulled Duan Peng along.
Not waiting for the palm wind that he had expected and instead being supported by someone, Duan Peng opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Song An, not knowing what to say for a moment.
On the other hand, Song An couldn't help but tease him after helping him up,""What's wrong? Didn't you want to buy me a glass of water? Aren't you going in?"
Duan Peng looked at him with an even stranger gaze.
"Brother, are you sure you're really here to drink water and not to make fun of me?”
Song An was still looking at him with a smile on his face." Why would I tease you?”
"Alright! Go in! I'm quite tired after walking such a long distance.”
With that, he led the way into the house.
That stance was as if this place was not Duan Peng's home, but his home.
Duan Peng was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly chased after her. After all, his own mother was still sitting in that room!
As soon as he entered, Song An saw an old man sitting on the brick bed. His eyes were so narrowed that he could not see anything.
Hearing the door open, the old lady fumbled to get out of bed.
"Son, is it noon already?"
Duan Peng glanced at the sky outside helplessly and went forward to support the old man.
"Yes, it's noon, Mother. I'm back to cook for you!”
"Hey! Good!"
The old man suddenly touched his stomach and sighed,""I'm old. I just had breakfast. I don't know when I'll be hungry!”
Duan Peng continued to reply,"It's fine, mom!" I'd better leave it here. You can eat it yourself when you're hungry!”
"Eh, alright! Good!"
Placing his mother aside, Duan Peng returned to the courtyard and began chopping firewood to cook.
To him, Song An was like an invisible person.
Not to mention hot tea, there wasn't even a sip of cold water.
Song An watched as he busied himself for a long time, lit the fire, and sat down to look at the pot when he was free. Only then did Song An follow him to sit at the side.
"You really don't plan to participate in the Eighth Route?”
Duan Peng looked at him with a cold face and didn't reply.
Sighing, Song An began to analyze the current situation for him.
"After what you did on the street today, do you think you can still rely on selling millet to survive on the street in the future?”
"Not to mention whether the Japanese will let you go, even those lackeys and puppet soldiers will let you go easily?”
"If you don't sell food, how will you survive in the future?”
"Moreover, if they can rob food today, they can raid houses tomorrow!”
"Do you think you can really protect your mother like this?”
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