In the bathhouse, there are still the same as in the past, and there are a few old masters who are gone, not retired, but gone! They can't retire, not because the state won't let them, but because they themselves can't live a life without noisy noise, and once they see people wearing clothes, they will be restless. Even if you can't do it, you have to use various methods to come here every once in a while to take a dip, talk to the old buddies, and then teach the apprentices a lesson, so that they can eat and sleep until one day they suddenly don't come, then it is likely that they will never come again.

"Uncle Yang, you talk to your leader, sell this place to me or contract it to me, I will decorate and decorate this place at my own expense, you see this box is about to fall apart!"

"Master Hong, you have good intentions, but I advise you not to do this. Manager Yang smiled wryly and shook his head.

"What do you say?" Hong Tao thought that Manager Yang had encountered some trouble, he was originally hiding from trouble, but now he is specifically looking for trouble, every time he solves a trouble, whether it is his own or someone else's, he is very happy.

"I'm 42 years old this year, you can listen casually, here are my youngest, the rest are all my master, master's generation, the brothers can stay, even me together, there are 2 people. In the past, we didn't have a number here, but now we can't catch up with the day of the number every day. You haven't noticed it yet, the big bamboo baskets on the top of the box are gone, and you don't need them! I'm not against you doing this, but you can't do it! Who is going to wash the young people here now? When my uncles and uncles leave, no one will come if they don't want money. Manager Yang grabbed a handful of Gao Mo'er from a tea bag and put it into the antique teapot. Quickly put boiling water on it, and then use the lid of the pot to press out the excess water. The familiar smell of jasmine tea wafted away.

"Yes...... I really don't have a rut with this thing...... Hong Tao nodded helplessly, Manager Yang is very right, this is an industry abandoned by the times, if it does not change, it can only be drowned in history. But if it changes, it will lose the flavor that makes itself and the second master think about the generations, and it can't be changed or not, and there is no solution.

"Second master, I haven't seen you for a few days. "With the fragrance of tea, someone will soon come over, it's not that everyone can't afford to drink tea, this is a signal, someone has already made tea, and those who are willing to brag about it come quickly!"

"If you are not sick or sick, you can still make do with life!Old Sun, why haven't you seen my fat brother, haven't you always come with your companion?" The second master returned to his familiar environment. The spirit is also much better, and when he sees an acquaintance, he shouts, as if to let everyone know that he is still alive.

"It's National Day...... When I went upstairs, I went straight down the stairs. Sent to the hospital, it was already standing. I regret it now, I shouldn't have moved in the first place, what kind of building did I live in? Maybe I'll have to lie down on the stairs one day!This young man is your grandson, isn't it??, why has he grown so tall, he doesn't look like you at all!" The second master was talking to an old man who had just come out of the pond. Hong Tao had seen him before, and he was the one who stopped Hong Tao from entering the hot pool.

"Grandpa Sun. Your old man's eyes are so poisonous, I don't want to be like his unlucky grandson, come, let me take out a finch to eat!" Hong Tao squatted at the end of the bed like a big horse monkey, and as soon as the old man Sun approached, he stretched out his long arm and lifted the bath towel around him.

"Hey, little bastard! I know who you are, haven't you gone abroad? Don't really say hey, foreigners' bread is to raise people, you are more comfortable than when you were a child, when I saw you before, I couldn't sleep when I went home, I always felt that there was a weasel at home!" Old man Sun slapped Hong Tao's hand, and immediately remembered, only the little kid who dared to joke with him like this was the little kid who followed the second master here to mingle, and kept saying that he was the same generation as the second master.

"Hahahahaha...... Lao Sun, you didn't have a good life this time, and now you can't beat him!" Several people around suddenly laughed, Xiao Hongtao was also a celebrity in this bathhouse back then, and many people knew him, no, it should be said that he was tortured. As long as he comes, no one will think about Ansheng, he will sing when you sleep, he will raise the bar with you when you chat, he will secretly pull out the bolt of the lamp when you get a pedicure, and he will recite the seedlings next to you when you play chess, and he will do bad things. Provoked everyone, everyone grabbed him together, and then pressed him on the bed and beat him, this old grandson grabbed Hong Tao's little JJ every time and said that he wanted to eat a finch.

"Grandpa Sun, you really can't chat! See, you guys are now in the gang, this is the emblem of our rat gang, whoever is big is the bearer! If you don't believe it, just listen and listen, there is no one in the world who is bigger than me! Are you afraid? The rat gang is the leader!" Hong Tao turned his body, rushed at everyone with his back, and began to blow open, and there were noses and eyes.

"Pull it down, your grandfather and I are still the boss of the rat medicine gang, specializing in the rat gang, a pack of rat medicine will go down, you all kick your legs!" If you want to talk nonsense, this group of old men is not afraid of Hong Tao, especially when it comes to allusions and anecdotes among the elderly, Hong Tao can only stare and listen.

"Hey, boy, I talked about you on the news last year, right? When I saw this mouse head, I remembered, my unlucky grandson still has your pictorial in the house! Let's tell you, what is the taste of a foreign girl? Is your little toothpick the same as chopsticks brushing the toilet?" Most of the people gathered in the bathhouse are low-level people, chatting is not taboo, Hong Tao's appearance, someone really recognized him, and the topic immediately went straight to the next three roads.

"I forgot to bring a cigarette today...... Hong Tao began to take candy, in fact, he had a cigar clip in his clothes, but that's what he wanted.

"Smoke mine, smoke mine, Marlboro! From the beginning, from the beginning, I love to listen to this paragraph!" As soon as he heard what I had to say about the Yanmar and I, a middle-aged man I didn't know next to him immediately became active, and smoked and lit a fire.

"Let's start with the black people, have you ever seen a black man? Hey, let me tell you, the Yanma is nothing, if you really want to talk about it, you have to say that it is a little black girl! I think at the beginning, I passed by the Cape of Good Hope, do you know where the Cape of Good Hope is? Africa! Aren't black people African...... As soon as the small cigarette was in his mouth, the tea was put aside, Hong Tao shook off his cheeks and began to spray it, even the real things were made up blindly, and he said it vividly, and from time to time he had to match his body movements, and half of the people in the bathhouse stopped taking a bath, but sat around him, drinking tea, smoking, and snorting melon seeds at the same time, listening to his nonsense! If it is placed in the future generations, this is the standard crime of gathering a crowd to spread obscene stories, or in public, the crime is added to the first degree!

People can't always live in childhood, even if the memories are good, you have to throw it away and move forward lightly, otherwise you will be abandoned by the times. However, this rule does not apply to Hong Tao, who told the story of Xiao Huang all night, and returned to the small courtyard again, everyone slept, and only Hong Taostan came out to greet him. This time, Hong Tao didn't harass Han Xue, he had something on his mind, he had ideas, so he climbed up the glass roof with the most flavorful cigar in his mouth, in a dead branch and leaf, with his back to the north wind like a knife, looking at the shadows of the two black bell and drum towers in the distance, he sat alone and motionless for a night, until the eastern sky was covered with a trace of fish belly white.

"If you think about life again in the future, it must be in the summer, or in the ......house" When going down the stairs, Hong Tao almost didn't go down from it, and the joints of his body were almost rusty and frozen, and his ears couldn't be touched, and it hurt when he touched it.

If you want to ask him what life comprehension he has come up with, he has not seen any of them! In fact, this night in his mind is the same as playing a movie, or more than a dozen films are played together, and one episode at a time, all of them are messed up into a pot of porridge, and he can't think about specific problems at all. In fact, he is not thinking about life, but just venting. That's right, it's just venting! When others have problems, they can always find a suitable person to talk to, but Hong Tao has not had a person to confide in since he was a child, and he can't talk to others about his problems, even his parents, the second master, and Han Xue.

The second master, who originally understood and supported him the most, was old, and he was so old that he couldn't help himself. At this time, Hong Tao realized that he was so lonely, and the lonely people were lonely with the word Dugu. People need a sense of identity, but Hong Tao doesn't have it, I'm afraid he won't get it in this life. His success is based on one lie after another, no matter what he does, he has to deceive people thoroughly, from outsiders to the people around him. When he succeeds, he will have to continue to deceive, and he can neither share his successful experience with others, nor can he write books and talk about his ideas to spread his ideas, because those are all false.

If people want to live in this state all the time, their nerves will go wrong, and Hong Tao himself understands that the reason why he is more and more inclined to take risks is related to this mental state. He needs to constantly stimulate himself to make himself feel that he is still living in reality, and if he lacks stimulation, he will always confuse reality with fantasy. But there is no solution to this state, he can only force his brain to send a correction signal to his brain, reminding the brain not to mess up, but he himself does not know how good this effect can be. He felt that he was becoming less and less like his original self, but he couldn't tell what it was. (To be continued......)