Zheng Ren was like a stone, rippling in the pond called Sea City.
As time passed, the ripples gradually calmed down.
A month later, even Professor Rudolf Wagner's calls gradually decreased.
Another month passed. After the Lunar New Year, people's lives returned to normal.
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Early in the morning of March, Spring was in full bloom.
At the sanatorium around Yangcheng, Zheng Ren was practicing tai chi.
He learned it from a guard he had met during his stay there. It was said that the guard was the direct descendant of Yang Jiagou. Zheng Ren did not really care whether it was true or not. Anyway, there was no emergency treatment every day. He was bored, so it was good to get some exercise.
"It's really boring to come out with you." Su Yun was lying on an old-fashioned rattan chair, his black hair fluttering in the wind.
Zheng Ren ignored him. His tai chi movements were smooth and methodical.
