Unable to stand the naughty old urchin in his own family, Wang Haibin mustered up the courage to make a call to Zuo Feng. On the phone, he hesitated for a long time to express his meaning clearly, but it caused Zuo Feng to laugh and scold!

Mr. Wang didn't have as good a face as people imagined, so he found an old teahouse. A person listened to a small song, quietly sitting on the chair of the elderly and swaying back and forth. There were many folds in his hands, and those folds tightly wrapped around his skin, and the flesh and blood in them had long been ruthlessly taken away by time.

"、、、 was shocked by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time."

The old man in the distance heard someone reading a verse from the ancients, which was written by Nalan Xingde, describing the story of Li Qingzhao and her husband. The old man frowned slightly when he heard this, and it was barely enough to listen to his last three sentences, but the previous one was too sad.

The old man sat up and saw a tall, emaciated figure gradually appear in front of him. It turned out that this person was so young! But why doesn't it feel like that?

"Who reads the west wind and is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the remnant sun."

The old man's old voice was a little hoarse as he uttered the previous sentence, and then he stared at the approaching young man. The young man obviously didn't talk about the old man reciting it again, he stood there stunned, then smiled and shook his head before approaching.

"Hello Grandpa Wang! Your memory is unmatched! ”

"You're the left wind? Hi! What kind of memory is good, I don't know why you kid still rings this poem, I can't just hear the second half, right? ”

Zuo Feng understands now, and the old man heard the second half of "Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone" that he memorized. And thinking that the two had never met, they had to make a code as if they had done underground work before.

"Hey! You're habitual to the code! ”

"Stinky boy, you're still entertaining me, an old man?"

Old Man Wang wanted to reach out and touch his crutches, but the crutches were too far away from him. Seeing this, Zuo Feng hurriedly took the crutches aside, and then looked at Old Man Wang with a smile, the meaning in his eyes was obvious, "It's out of reach, you hit me!" ”

"Sit down!"

Looking at Zuo Feng's appearance, Old Man Wang had no interest in playing. He beckoned Zuo Feng to sit down, and then hugged one of his boxes tightly like a miser. Inside the box is his favorite tea.

"Do you use this all the time?"

Zuo Feng said and glanced into the old man's arms. Seeing this, Old Man Wang hurriedly hugged him into his arms, and the appearance of a miser made people a little speechless.

"Well、、、 you're a little different from what I imagined."

The old man is not as stable as Mount Tai as people imagine, and he is resolute. It's not as intimidating as no one thinks, or the aura is unusually powerful. The state he showed in front of Zuo Feng really surprised Zuo Feng, this is really an interesting person!

"Accidents? I don't have anything to pretend to be old man, unlike you young people who always like to hide and live as tired. ”

Zuo Feng scratched his head, always feeling that his evaluation just now seemed to be not too excessive at all.

"Uh, ahem, this is really a surprise, I'm pretty sure this time!"

"Well, it's me who is too direct."

"What you're taught!"

"It's exactly what I told me!"

"Am I in a trap?"

"What do you think?"

"Ginger is still old and spicy!"

"Take!"

One old and one young, you and I answered one sentence, and soon Zuo Feng understood the temperament of Old Man Wang. What an interesting old man!

"Look at your city, you shouldn't be tricked by me so easily, right?"

"That's because you're too shrewd!"

"When did someone like you become so flamboyant? With your abilities, you shouldn't be so obscure, who are you? I always felt like I had seen you somewhere, but it didn't feel like it. ”

Old Man Wang looked at Zuo Feng, and his precious grandson just told him that the man would come to this courtyard to find him. As for who it was, how old he was, what his height was, and what he looked like, the king didn't tell himself anything. Therefore, Old Man Wang could only wait for the left wind with his beard cocked.

"My surname is Zuo! Same surname as Fang Wei! ”

Hula!

Where is the old man of the Wang family still as leisurely as before, he suddenly stood up from the chair, like a sturdy man in the prime of life. The box of tea leaves in his hand, which he regarded as a treasure, had long since fallen into nowhere.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the left wind, his fingers dry and thin, showing the ruthlessness of the years. There are still a little yellow-brown spots on the slightly trembling nails, and I don't know if the tea leaves are dyed or the tobacco has been smoked for too long.

"You, you and Fang Wei have the same surname?"

The old man's voice trembled.

"Yes, I have the same surname as Fang Wei!"

Zuo Feng replied crisply, and his voice was even more firm, like a rock, steady and firm.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

The old man said three good words in a row, and then lowered his head and began to look for the tea box that had fallen to the side. His figure was not as vigorous and agile as before, but there was a sense of relief.

He staggered to the corner of the table, then picked up the old tea box and moved it to his rocking chair step by step. He took a sip from a cup of tea, then squinted his eyes in a look of intoxication and lay down in his rocking chair and hummed a ditty.

Zuo Feng gently covered the old man's body with the blanket on the side. There was a soft happiness on his face, which was a strange thing! Zuo Feng looked at the old man and listened to the tune he hummed. Then the teapot was taken away secretly!

Zuo Feng walked away and left this spring-like courtyard. The flowers there bloom beautifully, revealing bursts of fragrance, which lasts for a long time, like the never-ending emotions between people.

When Zuo Feng drove his A8, which had been washing the car but had never really been clean, there was a shocking roar in the courtyard!

"You stinky boy! Give the old man my teapot back, give, me! ”

The last word lingered, and a wave of sound broke through the layers of air and rushed to the ears of the left wind. Then, after touching the headphones of the left wind, he silently turned his head, scattered, and disappeared. In the air, there was a wave of grief and anger, as well as Zuo Feng's smug laughter.

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