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Peterson's hearty laughter continued until Aocheng, and Wang Bo changed to riding a horse on one side like a girl, that is, his legs were on the side of the local tyrant Jin's body.

His posture is not very good, but he can't help it, his inner thighs really hurt.

"Stop laughing, isn't that funny?"

Peterson laughed, "Haha, it's not funny, it's just that I haven't seen such a riding position for a long time, and in my younger days, white girls used this posture to ride horses." I have to say, Chief, you remind me of a wonderful youth. ”

The old king glared angrily.

The old cowboy had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and say, "Okay, haha, I won't laugh anymore, boss." Anyway, it's actually quite interesting, chief, don't care, it's the first time to ride a horse for a long distance, this kind of scene is too common, which means that your skin is still very tender. ”

Entering the city, the image of the two on horseback attracted the attention of pedestrians.

Wang Bo had to change his position in pain, and after returning to the normal straddle riding position, he almost lay on the saddle!

Looking at the strange gazes of the pedestrians on the road, Peterson sighed: "Boss, it's been too long since Aocheng lost the tradition of cowboys, let's take some pictures, we can use them later." ”

Wang Bo took out his mobile phone to take pictures everywhere, and the old cowboy reached out to go over and take pictures of pedestrians.

And the pedestrians are also taking pictures of them, Lao Wang doesn't understand the meaning of taking pictures of each other, is this a New Zealand version of 'you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from upstairs.'" The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams'?

After a while, a police car drove over, and the police recognized Wang Bo's identity and said, "Wang, what are you doing here?" Playing Horse Riding & Hack & Slash? ”

Wang Bo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't be kidding, I'm a law-abiding citizen, how can I be slashed and killed?" Just riding a horse, won't it also alarm the police? ”

The policeman said: "Someone has complained about you that your horse may be defecating on the road. You know, we're all traffic cops, so of course we have to take care of these things, right? ”

This time, without waiting for Wang Bo to answer, Peterson shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, officer, the traffic police are in charge of us riding horses?" Please, boy, I know you, I rode with your grandfather, and it was on this road, and the police didn't care about anything back then! ”

That's all the population of the small town, so it's not surprising that they know each other.

The policeman also knew Peterson, and he said helplessly: "Sir, this is not the era of horseback riding. But of course you can ride horses, I'm just here to tell you not to let your horses on the road, or you'll be fined. ”

Wang Bo said that this is no problem, it is indeed no problem, because the local tyrant gold has already finished pulling on Highway 8......

Saying goodbye to the cops, they turned the corner and arrived at Maxson's 'Old Fellow's Harness Shop'.

There is a simple fenced horse shed in front of the store, and an old horse is already staying inside, munching on a mixture of soybeans and oats.

Peterson smiled when he saw the old horse, and said, "Luckily, this guy is here too, sir, to introduce you to an old friend, he is a bold fellow, and today we have an assistant." ”

The two tied their horses and walked into the store one after another, where two of them were drinking a little wine on the counter.

The two men are very different in size, one is strong and burly, the old Maxson, and the other is a small old man, thin and short, compared to Maxson is like a firewood, but he is very energetic, his eyes are shining, and he looks full of energy.

As soon as Peterson pushed the door open, Maxson shouted, "Ha, the sound of boar-like footsteps, guess who's coming?" I guess it must be the nasty Peterson! ”

"Well, the duck-like shout, no need to guess, it must be Maxson, who only pigs love, is talking!" Peterson was-for-tat.

The little old man laughed and said, "Okay, you two, will it be OK to quiet my ears?" Every time you meet, you quarrel, do you want to participate in the 'Mr. Thatch talk show'? For God's sake, let me be quiet for a moment. ”

Mr. Thatch's talk show is a niche show, a TV show in Aocheng, with two hosts, and the two of them are good at bickering.

Peterson introduced Wang Bo: "This old guy is Aaron Malone, I don't think you have heard of his name, but if it is twenty years in the morning, no, as long as ten years in the morning, you must know him in Aocheng, this is one of the greatest athletes in the history of Aocheng." ”

"Athletes? That's great, I love sports, Mr. Malone, hello. Wang Bo stretched out his hand in a friendly manner.

The old man Ma Long was also very friendly, and he laughed and said, "I know you, the eight-time champion of the Olympic Games, right?" Don't take these guys for it, I'm not a great athlete, it's just that I've ridden some good horses, and they're great sportsmen! ”

Hearing him say this, Wang Bo guessed: "You are a horse trainer? Or a horse racing knight? ”

"The latter." Marlon said, then pointed to his open legs, "When I was eight years old, I walked like you for a while. But when you grit your teeth and persevere, you will find that the situation is very different in half a month at most. ”

"Will you get used to the pain?"

"No, your thighs will grind out, and you won't be able to sleep all day and all night in pain!" Malone said helplessly.

Peterson and Maxson laughed, and the latter teased, "I remember clearly, it was second grade, right?" For a while this guy walked like a duck. ”

Ma Long had a good temper and was also laughing, and then he stretched out his hand to Wang Bo: "Aaron Ma Long, an old jockey who has been eliminated by the times. ”

"Wang, a not-so-competent mayor." Wang Bo shook hands with him, feeling that his big hands were rough and powerful, and his arms had beautiful muscular lines that did not match his age.

Peterson patted the table and said, "Come on, Maxson, we don't have to talk nonsense, we're here to help you move today, you're almost packed, aren't you?" ”

Maxson pretended not to hear, scratched his unkempt hair and said, "Hey, damn it, what do I have to do?" Oh, the horseshoe needs to be watered! ”

"An old guy who treats promises as a fart, the older the rivers and lakes, the less timid he becomes. Aaron, for your kind advice, for the sake of our almost sixty years of friendship, I have to remind you that you have one more mouth cannon expert among your friends. Peterson directly made a big taunt.

Malone frowned and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Just as Peterson was about to speak, Maxson turned around and shouted, "Okay, okay, don't be sarcastic, old man, you don't seem to be happy if you don't kill me!" Well, I'm willing to move to Sunset Town, I'm not an expert in mouth cannons, cowboys never put mouth cannons, OK? ”

Wang Bo was about to laugh, when someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "God, whose horse is this, why is it running around?" (To be continued.) )