The old man and the young stayed in the study for a long time, and most of the time it was the old man talking, while Zhao Huchen listened seriously.

What the old man said is not a big truth, maybe he knows that young people nowadays don't like to listen to the old man's nagging and write the truth that everyone will come when they open their mouths, so most of what they say are some very simple and even rustic small philosophies, which may not be able to get on the stage much, but everywhere is the crystallization of an old man's life practice, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a heartfelt statement.

When the burgundy sunset shone in from the side of the window of the study, the two realized that an afternoon had passed unconsciously, the door of the study knocked quietly, pushed open the door and stretched in a small head, rouge's delicate and lovely face timidly looked for Zhao Huchen's figure in the study, and saw Zhao Huchen sitting at the desk, so he pushed the door in, ran to Zhao Huchen's side and took Zhao Huchen's hand, and held a plush puppy toy in his arms.

"Hello Grandpa Han." Rouge actually knew to greet the old man first.

Han Lao also really liked this aura child, and with a kind smile on his face, he leaned over and touched Rouge's head, and said, "Rouge is good." ”

"Uncle, this puppy was given to me by my sister." Rouge raised her little face and whispered while holding the puppy in her arms.

"Do you have a thank you, sister?" Zhao Huchen took Rouge in his arms and sat on his lap and said with a smile.

"Thank you." Rouge Road.

At this time, Grandma Han's voice came from outside the hidden door, and the meal was served, and the two walked out of the study together with Rouge.

This meal is different from the previous meals at Han's house, the cooking is actually Han calligraphy and painting, and most of the dishes are some things that children like to eat, probably specially purchased for rouge.

"How does it taste? I rarely cook, and I don't know if I'm rusty. If it's not good, you have to say it, otherwise I'll do it the next time you come, and it will hurt your stomach at that time. At the dinner table, Han Shushu put a crystal shrimp in the small bowl of rouge and smiled at Zhao Huchen.

"Then you must say good, after all, it is also a great blessing to be able to taste the craft of calligraphy and painting." Zhao Huchen chuckled, looking at the smiling Han calligraphy and painting, he also felt a little emotional, this girl is really a superb, what are the requirements of men for women? In the final analysis, it's just two sentences, go to the hall and enter the kitchen, before that, Zhao Huchen knew that Han calligraphy and painting must be the kind of woman who takes out and has a lot of face in the hall, but now I understand that she still belongs to the kind of woman who can enter the kitchen, in the current situation, entering the kitchen as a contempt for women's rights, shouting every day that men and women are equal and can't cook, that is a symbol of women's progress, isn't this kind of girl the best?

"Rouge, did my uncle tell a lie? Is my sister's cooking delicious? Han Shushu's eyes smiled like crescent moons, with her and Grandma Han there, the small bowl of rouge was never empty.

"Uncle didn't lie, my sister's cooking is delicious." Rouge swore with a face on his face.

Rouge suddenly got up and stood on the chair, stood on tiptoe and tried to stretch out his chopsticks, took a piece of fried yam and put it into the bowl of Grandma Han and Grandpa Han, and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into the bowl of Han Shushu and Zhao Huchen, and his immature voice was well-behaved, "Grandparents, uncles and sisters also eat." ”

Four adults at a table laughed at rouge.

After the meal, Han Lao pulled Zhao Huchen to sit in the living room to play chess, Grandma Han was washing dishes and chopsticks, and Han Shushu, who was driven out by Grandma Han, was sitting next to him with Rouge and watching the game.

Zhao Huchen's style of chess has generally not changed, but it is more restrained and profound than before, and the grasp of the whole chess game is more proficient and handy, and the discerning person can see that Zhao Huchen belongs to the kind of master who does not see the rabbit and does not scatter the eagle, and will not open the hole card until the last moment. Sometimes the hidden secrets will make people of Han Lao's level suffer.

It's just that in the end, Zhao Huchen still lost.

The old man smiled and put the sunspots on the chessboard, and then the two exchanged chessboards, Han Lao and Zhao Huchen each placed their own chess pieces and returned to their positions, and the old man said: "Calligraphy and painting, tell me how Zhao Huchen feels when he plays chess." ”

Han Shushu didn't expect his grandfather to suddenly pull the topic on himself, frowned and thought for a while before saying: "There is more than the city government, and there is more momentum, but the atmosphere is not enough, and it is too careful." ”

"It's just the last three words, it's too careful. Whether it is the city, the momentum, or the atmosphere, these three can be exercised slowly, but being too careful is a matter of attitude and ideological direction, and if you don't know how to take a step back, it will be difficult for you to go further. The old man said to Zhao Huchen, who was frowning and contemplating.

"Next game." Zhao Huchen thoughtfully, raised his head and smiled at the old man, holding red, go down first.

The start is very fast, Zhao Huchen plays chess like the wind, and the old man is not slow, it can be said that it is different from Zhao Huchen's slow start and late period, the old man has always maintained the same rhythm from beginning to end, and each step must be thought about, but this thinking process must not be too long, that is, Zhao Huchen raised his hand and took a step out of the country a moment after he fell.

Zhao Huchen will draw inferences, but he has never been able to integrate a little bit of the immortals who know everything, Han Lao said, he kept it in his heart, and tried to change himself from the beginning of the second game, but it is difficult to change the chess style, there is a saying that the country is easy to change his surname, Zhao Huchen wants to change himself, but this is not an overnight thing, the reluctant consequence is to look forward and look back, and even lose three or four, his end is naturally bleak, and the second set lost very badly, tried all the money, but was picked up by Han Lao with a big bald head.

"You're upset." Han Lao sighed softly, and seemed to realize that he was a little suspicious of pulling out seedlings, patted Zhao Huchen's shoulder, and said.

Looking at the old man sitting opposite with a serious speech, Zhao Huchen was just like Han Lao himself said, from the beginning he had a very strong utilitarian mentality, if he could, he even wanted to give Han Lao a grand wish to be a cow and a horse, only in exchange for the support and affirmation of Han Lao, Yang Ting said well, what are they most afraid of? It's just a white word, the things on the white road are not as simple as the things in the dark, they are full of people's hearts, it is intricate, the underworld you force others to take a knife and kill you with a real knife and a real gun, who lies down and who stands is the king, but the white road is not so simple, people force your wife to break up and your family is ruined, you can only grit your teeth and resist, and fight with others? Not to mention what you fight, that is, you can kill the other party, but there must be countless jackals, tigers and leopards around to smell the smell of blood and pounce on you to eat you to the bone.

Complex is complicated, but the root of the surname is still there, there is no room for change for thousands of years, whether it is black or white, there is a truth, whoever has the big fist has the right to speak.

What Yang Ting lacks with people like him is the protection of Bai Dao, without the great god above to give you an umbrella to protect you, are you a ball?

Yang Ting's expression was very helpless when he said this, and he also had a bitterness that he did not have in front of others with the image of a successful businessman and a red-top magnate with a deep background.

Zhao Huchen is looking at Han Lao can nod to him, he knows what it means, with Han Lao's support, at least from now on for decades, Han Lao's Yu Wei is still in the past ten years, Zhao Huchen is in the south, it is difficult to say that he can go sideways, but at least it is much easier than now.

It is this vulgar mind of great success that makes him feel that it is difficult to open his mouth, how to say this? How do you mean that? How do you say it? How do you express it to fully explain the meaning? These are the reasons why Zhao Huchen hesitated, and it has been until now.

It's just that Han Jiatu is him, what? Definitely not, the members of the Han family that Zhao Huchen knows, except for the mysterious parents of Han Shushu who are about to die, Grandma Han believes in Buddha for half her life, whether it is Han Lao Ru Zhongtian or when his career is low, he has never interfered in her husband's career, the old man is a very traditional and kind kind kind old man, who believes in Buddhism, is kind, and has kind eyebrows. Han Lao himself has also retired, at this age, the only concern is the future of his descendants, there may be the support of Han Lao himself when he was in power, will the parents of Han Calligraphy and Painting need the current Zhao Huchen to do anything in the little people who may not be able to jump up in the pearl? That's a joke.

There was only one Han calligraphy and painting left, looking at the Han calligraphy and painting next to him, Zhao Huchen sighed softly, the Han family is indeed too high, so high that he looks up, and the Han family leans down to the point that he can't see clearly.

Tired, a feeling of exhaustion that seeps into the bone marrow. This is how Zhao Huchen feels now.

Han Lao didn't say anything more, put down the chess pieces and got up and walked to the study, and walked out after a while, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, on which was written Zhao Huchen's sentence "There are four seas" and Han Lao's sentence "The only bunch of books".

The ink dried, and the thick black spot stood out in the middle of the two lines.

Han Lao sat opposite Zhao Huchen, handed over the rice paper in his hand, handed it to Zhao Huchen, and said, "You wrote these eight words and four words, and I wrote the four words, you take it back and keep it." Remember, remember the four words you wrote yourself, there are four seas, you have to be worthy of these four words, and even more worthy of your surname Zhao, Grandpa Han watched from the side, watching the descendants of the Zhao family soar. ”

Zhao Huchen's expression was like being struck by lightning.

(To be continued)