What kind of person is the old man?

Chen Dezheng doesn't remember very clearly, the old man impressed him the most in the past few years in Shudu was the word 'roll', every time he messed up in painting or didn't work hard, the old man would casually come to a roll word.

The old man is a painting maniac, the old man has good chess skills, the old man raises birds and cats, and the old man's cooking skills are probably comparable to the chefs of those fly restaurants in Shudu. The old man also has a lot of musical instruments, and what Chen Dezheng remembers most is that the old man played the song on the eve of the college entrance examination with Nanxin, and the old man ambushed him on ten sides, so that he and Nanxin spent a very peaceful eve of the college entrance examination.

The old man knows kung fu, Tai Chi is very slippery, and the old man has a good habit of practicing every morning. The old man likes to read books and likes to read alone in the quiet afternoon. The old man occasionally sings a few songs, Chen Dezheng didn't understand it when he was young, and most of them don't understand it now, but the old man does sing very tastefully.

The old man's knowledge is a bit high, and his level of literacy is extremely high, according to Lao Tzu's own words, he can recognize the words in the history of China three thousand years ago. Abroad, except for some unknown small tribes and races, he understands all other written languages. Of course, Chen Dezheng felt that this was the old man's bragging, but one thing is certain, the old man did know eight Chinese, and he did study those characters in the history of China.

"I, Qin Zheng, am literate, and I know three thousand years ago."

That's what the old man said at the beginning, his tone was very flat, and his demeanor was also very flat, although Chen Dezheng was not yet an adult and his mind was not mature enough, but at that time, he had already heard the old man's seemingly bland extreme pretense.

The old man's surname is Qin, and his name is Qin Zheng, which coincides with his Chen Dezheng's name. If he Chen Dezheng changes his name to Chen Zheng, there is only a difference between his name and the old man's surname. Chen Dezheng remembered that during the years when the old man was in Shudu, he and Nanxin both called the old man Qin Ye, and only when the old man was satisfied, he was allowed to call him an old man.

The old man's temper is uncertain, sometimes good and sometimes time difference, Chen De feels like this, especially the week before the old man left Shudu, he called him and Nanxin almost every day, and said a lot of things, the most impressive is the sentence: Chen Dezheng, you have to work hard.

"Work hard."

Chen Dezheng looked at the two-story building in front of him and said to himself in his heart. The two-story building in front of me is the old man's home. The old man's home is built on the mountainside, facing the sea, and the main body is a wooden structure, which looks elegant, a bit like an ancient building, but it should not be inherited from ancient times, it should be imitated by modern materials and technology.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming. This sentence was often in the mouth of the old man before, Chen Dezheng thought that the old man liked Haizi's poems, and now when he saw the old man's house, he understood that the old man was actually missing his home, and the old man's house was facing the sea in spring.

"Two, go up, Qin Ye is already waiting for you."

It was the woman in white slippers who spoke, and her identity Chen Dezheng had already figured it out. The woman in white is called Xing Dong, and she is not the same person as the woman in white who went to Nanxin's house two days ago to make an appointment, they are twin sisters. The previous one was called Xing Su, a vegetarian vegetarian. They are twin sisters, and apart from the difference in names, the biggest difference is probably that one usually wears slippers while the other does not.

"The biggest difference between me and her is that I wear shoes and she doesn't. I'm in the south and she's in the north. Xing Dong said this to Chen Dezheng personally, she said that her sister is usually in the north, and she should be in the north now.

She was dressed in white, riding a white horse, and walking through the white snow, which is probably what Xing Su is doing now.

"Up!"

Nan Xin smiled at Chen Dezheng, grabbed his arm and walked up.

Above! Isn't it just an old man, at most he will be yelled at a few times, and I'm afraid of an egg!

Chen Dezheng raised his head and held his chest high, the old man was in Shudu for a few years, except for the first day he saw the old man, he never seemed to be really afraid of the old man. Although the old man's rolling words sound a little unpleasant, but he has been in and out of his left ear and right ear since the first day, and he hasn't seen the old man for several years, and the old man is a few years older, and I am afraid that the rolling words shouted out have lost the power of the year.

"Who?"

Chen Dezheng knocked on the door, and a voice came from the room. He was familiar with the voice, the one he had heard for several years, the old man's voice, and it was still as thick as it was back then. As soon as he heard this voice, Chen Dezheng couldn't help laughing, in fact, no matter how much the old man yelled at him at the beginning, the old man was a lovely old man in general.

I haven't seen you for a few years, hello old man!

"I, Chen Dezheng!"

I don't know where the arrogance came from, Chen Dezheng opened his mouth and replied, full of energy, he was no longer the original teenager.

"Nanxin."

Nan Xin let go of Chen Dezheng's arm and stood aside with a smile. Her voice is very crisp, which is obviously different from Chen Dezheng's angry response, and most people should prefer Nanxin's voice.

"Get out!"

A rolling word came from the room, like thunder crackling. Hearing this rolling sound in their ears, Chen Dezheng and Nan Xin couldn't help laughing, look, the old man is still the same old man as before.

"Come in."

After a moment of silence, there was another voice in the room, this time much softer. Chen Dezheng and Nan Xin pushed the door in, and as soon as they entered the house, the familiar back appeared in their sight, it was the old man. The old man sat comfortably on a chaise longue with a small tea table beside it, and the low teacups on the table were steaming faintly.

Obviously, the old man was enjoying the leisure time in the afternoon, and his room was very well lit, with chaise longues under wooden windows, and the sunlight shining on the tea table, making the faint vapor seem to glow with colorful dazzling.

"Qin Ye."

Nanxin screamed.

"Call Master!"

The old man's face was straight, and he asked Nanxin to change his name.

"Master."

Nan Xin smiled and changed his name, then moved out of the way slightly, signaling Chen Dezheng, it was his turn to step forward and say hello.

"Qin Ye!"

Chen Dezheng took a step forward and shouted in a proper manner.

"Humph!" The old man glanced at Chen Dezheng and snorted: "Don't call the master, I taught you and Nanxin at the same time, Nanxin learned a lot, and you Chen Dezheng didn't know anything else in the end except for drawing a picture of a chicken eating rice." Chen Dezheng, I haven't seen you for a few years, you have grown a lot, I don't know how much longer you are at painting? ”

Chen Dezheng touched his head and smiled, if you really want to talk about the ability to paint, it must be less than 0.1 points long. In the past few years, his painting level has remained at the level of chickens eating rice pictures. The old man's words sounded reprimanding and sarcastic, but in fact he knew very well that the old man was this character, and he was still a very cute guy in essence.

"Chen Dezheng, what are you doing in Southern Province?"

The old man took a sip of tea and asked Chen Dezheng again.

"Come and see Qin Ye! Qin Ye, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are still the same as before! ”

Chen Dezheng replied, full of anger. He's not going to be a sycophant, he's telling the truth. A few years have passed, and the old man is the same as when he left Shudu, and the wrinkles on his forehead when he frowned are the same as when he was at the beginning.

In fact, he was also quite curious in his heart, how the old man maintained it, and it felt like he had crossed over from Shudu a few years ago.