The stronger the strength of the human body, the weaker it became when it was converted during the Yuan Infant period, Yang Xiaole has been nesting in Fushou Street recently and has not gone out, a small cold, he has been intermittent for several days before it is complete.

Yang Xiaole thought that if he had a bad cold, Li Qianqian would have to make an appointment with him in the emergency room in a hurry, and if he had tried his best to prove that his (shēn) body was still very tough, I am afraid that he would have been forced to go to the hospital at this time.

"Ahh

The feeling that he hadn't gone out for a long time, Yang Xiaole took advantage of today's good weather and planned to wander around for a while, and he hadn't moved his muscles and bones for several days, and he felt like his whole person was about to be wasted.

"Got up, are you feeling better?"

"Morning, Brother Yang, we meet again. ”

As soon as Yang Xiaole went out, but only took two steps, he saw a pair of chess on the stone table in front of his parents' room next door, and two men in their fifties were playing against each other.

Yang Xiaole touched his forehead, he seemed to feel that his (shēn) body had finally improved, and when he saw Murong, he seemed to have made a comeback, and he faintly appeared in a state of low-grade fever again.

"I'll go, aren't you? Are you really so tenacious?" Yang Xiaole really couldn't help it, so he walked over and sat down, looking at this strange chessboard, his father's old man (ài) used to tinker with these things at home to cultivate Tao Ye (qíng) (cāo), and often wanted to pull him along, but he directly refused, who would play chess, such a boring thing.

But today, he re-understands the impression of chess on himself, which is that it is boring!

"Well, if there's nothing to do, you can continue, I'll leave for the time being. ”

Yang Xiaole watched it for a long time, and saw that no one really wanted to pay attention to him, so he was ready to leave, he didn't want to be stopped by Murong for a while and said that he was accepting apprentices (qíng), he couldn't stand this, it was just a headache.

"Eh, stop!"

Yang Xiaole didn't run out a few steps, he could still hear Yang Duankang's voice clearly, and he didn't have to think about it to know what he was trying to say, no wonder this old thing saw that he was so calm, it turned out that he had already given his father a good (tào).

"Dad, you say, I'll listen. ”

Yang Xiaole even knew what the result was in his heart, but he still stood over honestly, Yang Duankang finally raised his eyes and glanced at him a few times, looking at the improvement was much better, his forehead was a little sweaty, a chess piece fell in his hand, and he said casually, "You don't want to be Mr. Murong's disciple, what is the reason, give me one that can convince me." ”

Yang Xiaole was stunned, and then felt as if he understood the meaning of these words, his father's subtext was, if you can't convince me for this reason, you will be obediently apprenticed for so long!

"Okay. ”

Yang Xiaole shrugged helplessly, what else could he do, this is his father, he can't not give him face in front of outsiders.

"First of all, Old Mr. Murong and his disciples are not as good as me, and there is nothing to teach me. ”

"This is my personal reason, I don't like to be bound, the master or anything doesn't mean much to me, and the trouble caused by this relationship is more than just a star, can you understand when I say this?"

Yang Xiaole really said the two ideas that he felt were most likely to be recognized, and Yang Duankang also nodded frequently, he felt that his son's statement was very correct.

"Look, I'll just say that my son has his own ideas, and it's not something I can convince in a few words. Yang Duankang stared at the chessboard when he spoke, and saw that Mr. Murong's heart was not here, so he directly left a son to block his back road: "Oh, I'm really sorry, old man, you lost again." ”

Murong smiled bitterly, he understood why Yang Xiaole's temper was so rampant and arrogant, it turned out that it was still hereditary, his father was like this, he didn't even persuade a word at all, and he was stunned to say that he couldn't persuade him, and he directly made a chess piece so that he had no way out.

"You father and son, if it is, father and son are connected!"

Murong held back these four words for a long time, in fact, he wanted to say that the upper beam was not right and the lower beam was crooked, but this was really not good to say to his face, and he was really afraid that Yang Xiaole would directly drive him out of Fushou Street, he felt that this person could do this kind of thing (qíng).

Although he was rejected again and again, Murong never gave up, this is the benefit of the elderly, stubborn, too stubborn, Yang Xiaole had to applaud his spirit of not giving up, but this has nothing to do with time and perseverance, Yang Xiaole is a very measured and assertive person, he said no is no!

Hong Yan also wants to come over from time to time because he wants to visit his master, and every time he comes over, he can't help but meet Yang Xiaole, this time he is familiar with the familiarity of coming and going, but he also learned Yang Xiaole's kung fu of scaring people, Yang Xiaole used to be okay, he would save a little face for them, but now he may be annoyed, and every time he directly says that they have no face to come again.

"You!Yang Xiaole, let me tell you, I am also a chief surgeon in the emergency room, how dare you question my knife work?"

Hong Yan was cutting fish fillets on the desk, but the shape was miserable, and he was disgusted by Yang Xiaole, who was washing vegetables, Yang Xiaole smiled mockingly and didn't say much, he could clearly feel that he was not as resistant to the master and apprentice as he was at the beginning.

This is still a big table of people eating, Dong Jiajia and Zhang Yisheng used to eat and live in the laboratory, and most of the time they ate takeout, but now that Liu Caiying is here, her cooking skills are definitely comparable to that of a chef, with such a person here, who still eats takeout.

"Come on, come on, master, you come to eat more. Senior brother, you too, you're welcome, take a look at your own family. ”

Zhang Yisheng was very eager to hold chopsticks at the dinner table to pick up dishes for Mr. Murong, these two people have a lot of contact these times, plus they are both people with some reputation, Murong can't accept Yang Xiaole, an extraordinary disciple, and it is also good to accept a more outstanding disciple, the most important thing is that he wants to respond to Yang Xiaole.

"Don't be your own family, it's not your mother's doing. Yang Xiaole glanced at Zhang Yisheng twice with disgust, this person climbed fast, but it was only half a month, and he became a senior brother with Hong Yan.

Yang Xiaole is not jealous, after all, he still disdains, he just wants to give Zhang Yisheng some warnings, don't get carried away, being a disciple of Murong is not a benefit, this is still not a matter of telling outsiders, if you tell outsiders, it will either be questioning or sarcasm.

Zhang Yisheng didn't care about this, he was happy, this was more important than anything else, and Murong had always been the idol of his idols, a field that he had never been able to reach in his life. There's nothing wrong with being able to climb the relationship a little more.

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