Chapter 482 The figure in front of the small building

  The world is full of fragrant beauty in April.

   This sentence does not apply to modern cities. It is June in the Gregorian calendar, and the park is still red and purple.

   are just flowers in the park, obviously not many people will appreciate them, they only serve as a background at best.

Morning.

   Next to the familiar old pine tree.

   Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, the two old men punched separately to activate Qi and blood, and after the Qi and blood activities started, the two old men practiced the "New Five Fingers Opera" taught by Xu Guangling together.

   There are many morning exercises such as boxing in the park, and basically no one pays attention.

   And even if you pay attention, there is no mystery in the new five-finger play, which looks similar to ordinary old man aerobics.

   It's still early, if it's later, you can see that in the park, people practicing yoga, fan dancing, radio gymnastics, and so on, can be found everywhere. Boxing or something, it's just too low, and it really doesn't make it bright if you want to be in it.

   After practicing for a long time, they gradually became familiar with and advanced slowly. Today, the two old people have been able to push the new five-finger play, which has extremely high physical requirements, to the end.

   And this set of actions has greatly changed the bodies of the two of them.

   Even now, after a set of fights, both of them still have a feeling that the muscles are crisp and bones are "unfolded", especially the whole viscera, which feels very comfortable. It's true that if you don't practice for a day, your whole body will feel wrong.

After   , they routinely exchanged their moves, and then the two old men started talking about Xu Guangling again.

   It has been a full year and a half since Xu Guangling left!

"I didn't have any humble words before, and you weren't here. My old man lived freely and never felt lonely. Now, after the little guy left, I always feel that there is no one left and I can't come back." Zhang Lao smiled. He also sighed, "No wonder the old people in the past often said that when people are old, they can't see goodbye."

   "That little **** with no conscience, he's been away for so long, and he doesn't know how to come back to see him." Mr. Chen was angrily, "It's fine if he doesn't come back. It's a festival, and there's not even a greeting?"

   "When he comes back, I must punish him for standing, and give me three days to stand honestly outside the gate!"

   "Haha." Mr. Zhang chuckled lightly.

   Judging from the fact that he did not "speak up for justice" for Xu Guangling, it is estimated that he also has some affection for his old friend's words in his heart.

   In fact, the main reason is all kinds of visitors.

  Many high-level visitors from various systems have not stopped since last year, and there are always people visiting every now and then.

   Needless to say, it must be because of that little bastard. As if he had done something that shocked the whole country, there was no information from the outside world. In other words, this disciple of theirs is already well-known in the dynamic circle, but they are still confused, and they don't even know where this guy is now.

  Is it possible to ask them to be teachers and ask those visitors in turn:

   "Yo, hello hello, what did my disciple do?"

   "Old leader, where is Guangling now, do you know?"

  …

  Let's put it this way, is this disciple doing well?

   The two old people are not going to be angry, but the depression is real, of course, they are more puzzled. ——They are not people who have not seen the world, and those visitors, whether retired or not, are also all well-known characters.

   Just pick out one, and its weight is not much worse than them.

so……

   Again, what did that little **** do outside?

   Defeat the aliens? Developed an elixir of life? Just step on the right foot with the left foot, step on the left foot with the right foot, without a rocket or a spaceship, just go to the moon for sightseeing?

  After the morning exercise, there is a food stall outside.

   The two old people’s bean curd naosu buns, if they can live another 100 years, it is estimated that they have been eating this way for 100 years. Of course, if Xu Guangling was here, it is estimated that the three of them would eat bean curd and Naosu steamed buns together for a hundred years.

   In this respect, two old people and a certain young man are really not that particular about it.

  Although one of the imperial physicians, one of the Emperor Wuzong, had eaten a lot of delicious food in his life, while the other had eaten not much food, but he was a half-way cook.

This and Dasha Jia Gongzi are both travel enthusiasts, but they have not been to Fuxian Lake for a long time in Spring City. They are both "unimaginable" in the ordinary, but in fact, there are probably other cases like this. A lot, more than imagined.

  After dinner, the two old men took a walk back to the park, turned three times and two turns to a familiar small pavilion, and then sat in it and played a game.

  The main exercise is arranged in the morning and evening, so it is necessary to have free time in the middle to relax the body and mind. The way of Zhang Chi runs through every day like this.

   During this period of time, the two old people played at least three games a day, and their chess skills had improved a lot, but obviously, this stuff would not be taken seriously by either of the two.

   "Wait for that kid to come back and pull him into a few more rounds. I guess it won't be so easy for him to kill the old man again."

   A total of five games were played today, and after he easily killed his old friend for four games, Mr. Chen said with a bold smile.

   Mr. Zhang sneered.

   Then, the two strolled home.

   In the middle, on a whim, Mr. Chen also played an endgame with a little old man who set up a chess booth on the side of the road, and then without a doubt, he lost. ——Not to mention that he is currently employed in the seventh rank at the most, even if Ye Jiu or even a strong Ye Jiu is coming, it is estimated that he will have to kneel when he encounters those endgames that have been tempered and tempered.

   No matter what the national champion, the Asian champion and the world champion, in such a small gutter, they will capsize. Even the alpha dog in chess may not be the best.

   "Where the water is shallow, the water is deep!" After losing ten yuan, Mr. Chen expressed his emotion.

  Shuishui refers to the stall owners who set up the stalls. Generally speaking, the chess level is not very high, and it is rare to exceed Ye Liu. There is no need to set up such a stall if you have that level. Of course, there are still experts, but the kind that belong to the hermits of the rivers and lakes are rarely seen.

  Is the water deep? He is an average chess player, and he has learned so many "tricks" that he is enough to walk around and deceive young people who don't know the heights of the sky.

"Ten yuan is enough for a spicy meal, you want to throw it in such a place, who is to blame?" Mr. Zhang pouted, and then recalled bitterly and sweetly: "I think back then, the old man sold fried dough sticks every day. Early in the morning, I took pancakes and fritters and ran to the county town forty or fifty miles away to sell them, and when they sold out, I was reluctant to eat the small wontons that cost 50 cents."

   "Old guy, I won't lie to you, the little wontons at the intersection were so delicious back then, I couldn't help it every month, and reluctantly paid for a meal."

   "In the blink of an eye, it's been seventy or eighty years."

   When it comes to the past, Mr. Chen also has something to say. He only talks a lot more than the old man.

  The two of them talked and entered the community as usual.

   As soon as he entered the community, Mr. Chen inadvertently looked up at the small building where the two lived, and then he was stunned.

   Mouth closed, feet hovering in mid-air.

   After a short while, he even raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

   Mr. Zhang moved his gaze in the same direction as his old friend a moment later, and then he was stunned for a while. Then, the old man strode towards the small building, and Mr. Chen followed.

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   (end of this chapter)