Early in the morning, Han Yan woke up at five as usual. At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Qiqi was lying in a protected crib, sleeping. Han Yan left her at home, so it didn't matter if he left for a while.
Today's weather was good. The small park was filled with insects and birds, green willows and red flowers, and the air was fresh. Han Yan jogged around the small park a few times, then found a quiet corner and started to practice his fist moves.
Han Yan's fist moves were not like the Tai Chi Fist on the market, which was divided into twenty-four or forty-two forms (T/N: please don't take it seriously). These fist moves were complicated because there were many moves added for performance. In fact, they were all evolved from Han Yan's thirteen forms of fist moves.
Han Yan's thirteen forms, each form was unique and faintly related to the other twelve forms. There were thousands of changes, and it all depended on the user's intention. Han Yan naturally couldn't do this. Whether it was his internal strength or consciousness, he didn't meet the minimum requirement to be able to change moves at will.
Therefore, Han Yan still obediently practiced the thirteen forms back and forth more than ten times from beginning to end. After practicing the fist moves, Han Yan started to practice slowly.
Tai Chi Fist emphasized the body's agility, and the movements were coherent and rhythmic. The natural law was also about the power to beat the powerless, and the slow hand gave way to the fast hand. However, Han Yan did the opposite. He wanted to practice his fist moves at a speed slower than a tortoise's!
This was actually a requirement of the martial arts. It was easy to be fast, but knowing how to be slow was the best way to be fast. It wasn't like using four taels to move a thousand catties, where the weak could borrow strength to fight strength. The martial arts also didn't completely abandon fast movements and rely on slow movements to deal with fast movements. Instead, it hoped that the martial artist could be fast and slow at will.
Han Yan's Qi sank into his Dantian. His legs were like the roots of an old tree, firmly rooted to the ground. His crotch was like a horse, his waist was relaxed and his back was straight. His right arm was empty as he slowly stretched out his left palm. His every movement was like a lion on the grassland slowly approaching its prey. He restrained his aura and moved slowly, afraid that if his movements were too big, he would touch the withered grass and scare away his prey.
Han Yan cultivated slowly while circulating his internal energy. It was as if he was meditating. Although it felt more sluggish, the effect was remarkable. After one move, fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Yan's forehead. It was even more tiring than all the previous exercises combined!
The elderly people in the nearby communities also got up one after another. The small park was where they gathered for their morning exercises. Some of them practiced boxing and swordsmanship like Han Yan, while others danced in the square with music on. It was very lively.
However, Han Yan's mind was immersed in his every move and was not disturbed. However, a few old men glanced at Han Yan's movements for a long time, but they could not figure out anything. After all, Han Yan could practice for a few minutes with one move. Soon, they lost their patience and left one after another.
After practicing the thirteen moves at a slow pace, Han Yan's head was steaming with water vapor. His whole body was drenched as if he had just been fished out of the water, but he was more energetic.
After finishing his practice, Han Yan bought breakfast at the market and went home.
When he got home, Qiqi was still asleep. Han Yan washed up and changed his clothes. He held a dictionary and read it out loud. Other people memorized words with specific vocabulary books. At most, there were a few thousand words. However, Han Yan directly took a big book like Oxford Advanced and memorized it from A to back. Who asked him to have such an abnormal memory?
As Han Yan read aloud, Qiqi also opened her eyes. She was lying on the small bed with her mouth slightly open. Her small hands were waving and clapping together. Was she clapping for her father's diligence?
After washing Qiqi's face and feeding her, Han Yan continued reading until 11 o'clock in the afternoon. After a few hours, Han Yan had already eaten a small stack of the dictionary. He estimated that he would be able to memorize all 180,000 words in the dictionary in less than a month!
After cooking some porridge, Han Yan leisurely went online to read the news. The internet was filled with the news about the terrorist Osamu? Ben? Guan Deng dragged the news out of a small house. Han Yan smiled and sighed. "One is Osamu, the other is Osamu. They are both born from the same root. Why are they so anxious to kill each other?"
The terrorist incident in 2001 happened in the United States. It had nothing to do with Han Yan. The incident that happened now also had nothing to do with Han Yan. Osamu had killed Osamu. It could only be said that he had gotten rid of his former nemesis. It made him feel proud. The poll numbers were better, but there was no difference between Han Yan and Qiqi, so Han Yan did not pay attention to it.
Before closing the browser, Han Yan went to the Yinyan website with great interest and translated a related report from foreign media. This could be considered as benefiting the people in the country who were eager to know what had happened! Of course, his translation was of a higher standard and was later reposted by major portals on the Internet. However, this had nothing to do with Han Yan.
After Han Yan clicked confirm, he calculated the time and translated more than a thousand words in one and a half hours. This speed was not bad. If he really became a gold medal translator, he could earn three hundred yuan in two hours. That would be more than a thousand a day. In a month, he could almost reach the salary of his former salesman! Han Yan was secretly happy.
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In the evening, when Han Yan was reading the grammar book, he heard a knock on the door.
He opened the door and saw that it was Song Zhiwen.
"Yo, it's rare to see you here. Why are you here? Isn't it the weekend today?" Han Yan smiled and handed him a pair of slippers.
Song Zhiwen stuffed the big and small bags into Han Yan's hands and said while changing his shoes, "My mother asked me to come here. Do you think I want to come here at night instead of sleeping at home?"
Han Yan put the bags on the coffee table and opened one of them. It was baby clothes. He looked at the other bags. They were all baby products, two cans of milk powder, a few sets of clothes, a bunch of diapers, and a baby carrier. These were all bought by Song Zhiwen's mother, Han Yan's godmother. Han Yan felt a little sour in his nose.
Song Zhiwen changed his shoes, patted Han Yan's shoulder and said, "How is it? My mother is good to you, right? Why don't you thank me? When she heard that you had a baby, she went shopping and bought so many good things for your daughter. I've never seen her treat me so well. They're all branded goods, tsk tsk!"
Han Yan's brewing emotions were suddenly smacked away by Song Zhiwen. He said angrily, "That's my godmother taking care of me. Why should I thank you?"
Song Zhiwen didn't argue with him. He smiled and took an apple from the table, ran to the sink to wash it, and then sat on the sofa and nibbled on it.
"Lao Yan, how are you this week?"
Han Yan said, "Not bad, but I quit my job."
"Quit?" Song Zhiwen suddenly jumped off the sofa. "Why did you quit? Aren't you doing well?"
"Because I can't take care of Qiqi if I go to work." Han Yan was very calm. He told Song Zhiwen about Qiqi's hospitalization the night before.
"Sigh." Song Zhiwen sighed. "I knew that your daughter would suffer a lot. Your salary last month was 20,000 yuan! Even I envy you! In the end, you quit just like that."
Han Yan comforted him and said, "It's okay. There's more than one way to go in life."
"Then what do you plan to do in the future?"
"I did some research yesterday. Actually, being a translator is quite profitable, and I can do it at home. I plan to give it a try."
Song Zhiwen looked at him doubtfully. "Can you be a translator?" In Song Zhiwen's impression, Han Yan's English level was about the same as his. He could watch American dramas, but he couldn't really do it seriously. However, this was the situation before graduation. He didn't know that Han Yan's IQ was already at the level of a monster. Han Yan's English level had left him in the dust a long time ago.
"Well, Zhiwen, you underestimate me." Han Yan laughed. He opened the translated article on the computer and showed it to him. "Look, what do you think of this article?"
Song Zhiwen took a look, shook his head and said, "I haven't read English for almost a year. I can't understand the original text, but I think the Chinese version is very good. It feels like I'm reading a Chinese article." After all, he also graduated from an English major, so he still had the ability to appreciate it. Song Zhiwen looked at Han Yan doubtfully and asked, "You translated this?"
Seeing that Han Yan nodded, Song Zhiwen laughed and said, "Not bad. After working in the foreign trade industry for a year, you've become so good. It feels like I've been fattening in the unit for a year."
Han Yan didn't say that his improvement wasn't because of the foreign trade industry. He just smiled and didn't reveal the secret of his intelligence.
Song Zhiwen sat back and took a bite of the apple. Then, he said to Han Yan, "You know what my dad does, right?"
"I know, he's the leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau." Han Yan looked at Song Zhiwen doubtfully. What was he trying to say?
"Hehe, looks like you haven't considered the issue of your daughter's household registration."
That's right. Han Yan remembered that he had to register Qiqi's household registration. Otherwise, she would be an unregistered resident. Han Yan's household registration had been moved to Yang Cheng. If he didn't register Qiqi's household registration, things like medical insurance and kindergarten would be very troublesome in the future. But he wasn't married yet. How could he register his daughter's household registration?
"You have a way?" Han Yan asked.
"I don't have a way, but my dad has a way. He said that he has already spoken to his friends in the Public Security Bureau. You should hurry up and do a paternity test for Qiqi. Then, bring the proof, your household register, and your ID card over, and they can help you with it." Song Zhiwen threw the apple core into the bin and clapped his hands. "This will help you avoid the fine for having a child out of wedlock! How is it? Is it enough?"
"You want a DNA test?" Han Yan was stunned. "Can't I get a birth certificate?" A DNA test sounded weird. It was as if he was suspecting that she wasn't his daughter.
"I don't think so. You can do a DNA test! Anyway, you can confirm if Qiqi is your biological daughter."
Han Yan stared at him and said, "What do you mean by biological? She's my biological daughter! Didn't you see her eyes and nose? They look exactly like mine!"
Song Zhiwen raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, okay. I said the wrong thing. She's your daughter. Anyway, my mission is to pass a message to you. Hurry up and do the DNA test. Then, my dad can register your daughter's household registration."
"Well, I know. Help me thank my godfather. After the DNA test is done, I'll take Qiqi to the elders to have a look," Han Yan said.
"Okay, my mission is done. I should go." Song Zhiwen stood up and walked to the door. "You don't have to walk me out. I'll just go out and take a taxi."
Han Yan walked him to the door and watched his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs. Only then did he close the door and go back. Tidying up the gifts on the table, Han Yan felt that he was really lucky. He had been helped by a lot of relatives and friends along the way. As a matter of fact, not only did godfather and godmother buy so many good things for him, they also solved the troublesome problem of registering Qiqi's household registration so easily!