"There are a lot of excellent young people, but there are fewer and fewer young people who can calm down to play chess and drink tea, people, live to learn from old age, and there is no end to this ten horizontal and nine vertical chessboard, young people can learn to play chess very well, and it is even more rare to be able to play the experience, so I also agree with the sentence of calligraphy and painting." The silver-haired old man said with a smile, in fact, his evaluation of Zhao Huchen was very strange from the beginning, and he always had some doubts about the understanding of his granddaughter and the young man in front of him, but if he didn't say it, no one would know.

Zhao Huchen just smiled, there was no interface.

Next, Zhao Huchen and the old man's conversation has always been very pleasant, although most of the words are marginal topics, but Zhao Huchen, who has been well-read since he was a child, can naturally keep up with the old man who has experienced vicissitudes, and the old man's ups and downs of his life experience is the best talking point, plus the dexterous and intelligent Korean calligraphy and painting next to him from time to time A few words from time to time play the role of the finishing touch.

There is no essential difference between this conversation and playing chess, both pay attention to a strategy, Zhao Huchen, who seems to be careless, is actually cautious, but although he maintains a minimum of caution, it is not annoying, especially the old man who has seen too many conspiracy tricks, for an old man like him, he doesn't like to see his juniors show off his scheming in front of him, to borrow Zhao Huchen's previous sentence is to get an axe.

However, the old man also knows that there is no real honesty in this society, and people who have no defense will one day learn to wear a hypocritical mask and live a hypocritical life in the painful lesson, so he does not hate Zhao Huchen's instinctive caution, and the two are actually a grasp of the degree to put it bluntly, fortunately, Zhao Huchen controls it very well.

Not all people who come out of rich and powerful families are very unqualified, and they can't wait for everyone in the world to know that he is rich and powerful.

The reason why a practitioner can climb to a position that ordinary people look up to must have his wisdom in dealing with people, and a farmer who was honest and could only farm more than ten years ago and could not recognize a primary school Chinese textbook can stand on the economic summit forum and point out the country, so that countless students with famous university diplomas in the audience are like eating nectar, and he must also have his uniqueness in dealing with money and people.

The descendants of these people have more opportunities to receive higher education than ordinary people, therefore, Zhao Huchen is convinced at all times that the blind hatred of the rich will always be just those who can only humbly struggle in the Internet and the space of imagination to self-indulgence, and the truly smart people will look at the road to success that may not be able to be copied but can be used as a reference.

When she politely said goodbye, Han Shushu invited Zhao Huchen to her house on the weekend, but she did not hesitate and did not refuse pretentiously, on the contrary, Zhao Huchen readily agreed, because Han Shushu hinted that he could let his grandfather help him take a look at the jade gui on the weekend.

Looking at the back of Zhao Huchen leaving, the old man surnamed Han slowly collected his face with a peaceful smile, regained his previous calmness, and let his granddaughter walk towards the other end of the bridge with his arms behind his back.

"Calligraphy and painting, how did you and him meet?" Standing on the bridge, the old man stopped to look at the sparkling ripples under his feet and asked.

Han Shushu simply explained the experience of the two acquaintances.

After listening quietly, the old man nodded, and said to Han Shushu: "Let's go, let's go home, if it's too late, your grandmother will complain again." ”

"Grandpa, what do you think of him?" Han Shushu asked with his grandfather's arm, and Zhao Huchen's warm face, which has always been as shallow as a gentleman, naturally came to mind, and it is not difficult to feel Zhao Huchen's hidden past after gentleness. Although he has not experienced it, Han Shuhua also knows how tired it is for people who have no background, no backers, but a little city government and a little ambition in such a society.

Under the premise that there is no strong enough backer and a strong enough background, people who have no ambition and no city government will always live more easily than those who have ambition and city government.

"The fledgling falcon has a great opportunity to soar for nine days. However, the scenery you can see when you climb high is good, but the more serious the injury will be if you fall. Grandpa has lived for so long, and he has seen many people who are more talented, capable and ambitious than this young man, and there are two or three out of ten people who can climb to a high position, and these two or three people are ten out of ten people who are going to fall down, and those who can transform and stand up again are one out of a hundred, and most of the rest are unknown. The old man just gave a simple evaluation, but Han Shuhua was very surprised when she heard this, she naturally knew that although she was kind to the so-called people, her grandfather had never given such an evaluation.

"What is a big opportunity?" Han Shushu asked in a low voice.

"Opportunity? It is precisely because of its unpredictability that it is called an opportunity, and your grandfather and I seized half of the opportunity 50 years ago to have what we are today. And back then, there was also a man who was very similar to the young man now, and it was he who gave his grandfather that opportunity. The old man shook his head, and the memories that were about to be buried by the years resurfaced again, and there were countless emotions in addition to sighs.

Han Shushu's thoughts followed the old man's tone mixed with some emotion and embarrassment, as if they had flown to that era she had never been in contact with, what was it like fifty years ago? Han calligraphy and painting can only rely on the occasional mention of the grandfather and the black and white film in the materials to experience and reverie.

"Grandpa, Zhao Huchen has a piece of jade pendant, which seems to be of great significance to him, but I checked a lot of information with him and couldn't find the origin of that piece of jade, I looked at it before and it seemed to be Gui in the Shang and Zhou eras, but I am not sure." Han Shushu mentioned Zhao Huchen's jade in a timely manner, originally she just wanted to help Zhao Huchen, she naturally became curious after coming into contact with the jade that was destined to be extraordinary, for a woman like Han Shushu, no matter how valuable this jade itself is, it doesn't matter, she enjoys this process of exploration.

"Didn't you just invite him to come to our house on the weekend, I'll help him take a look at it at that time, but it can make my granddaughter feel that there must be some way to make the strange jade, as for whether it is Gui, this kind of thing is in historical materials and legends, and it is really not good to say that there are a few genuine pieces that have been preserved for thousands of years in reality." The old man smiled.

Han calligraphy and painting, who wanted to describe the shape and color of the jade to his grandfather more carefully, was silent when he heard this, indeed, there are really not many things that can be passed down for thousands of years, not to mention that this thing is still passed down from a little-known Zhao Huchen, and Han calligraphy and painting are more concerned about this is just a fake left by a high-ranking official and nobleman from the previous dynasty.

Back at the villa, Zhao Huchen saw Yang Caiwei watching TV on the sofa with a fruit plate, and when he saw Zhao Huchen coming back, he hurriedly ran over with a fruit plate, pinched a piece of apple with two good-looking fingers and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Come, Miss Ben will feed you a bite." ”

Zhao Huchen opened his mouth and bit the apple in his mouth, his lips unceremoniously wrapped Yang Caiwei's two green fingers, and then he looked at this lovely Nizi's cheeks that were bloodshot with the naked eye.

When Zhao Huchen let go with satisfaction, this girl withdrew her hand, glared at Zhao Huchen very powerlessly and said, "Miss Ben is kind enough to give you apples, and you still take advantage of Miss Ben!" ”

"Am I not satisfying the eldest lady's evil ** who is embarrassed to say it?" Zhao Huchen said with a wicked smile.

Yang Caiwei's pretty face turned even redder, and she chased Zhao Huchen around the sofa several times with a fruit plate before stopping, and finally sat on the sofa with a snort, and threw out a sentence: "The old man is waiting for you in the garden, saying that he will let you go as soon as he comes back, and I don't know what is mysterious." As he spoke, he pinched up a piece of apple and put it into his ruddy lips angrily, and when his lips touched his fingers, he remembered the strange feeling when his fingers were held in his mouth by Zhao Huchen just now, and Yang Caiwei, who was already ashamed, was even more red-faced.

The Yang family's residence is not so much a villa as a manor, it is more appropriate to come to the manor, the Yang family who monopolizes a peninsula has all the facilities, usually only the father and daughter live here, plus a Wu aunt who will go back every day, it also seems very empty, and then came in a Zhao Huchen, although there are more voices, but no matter how you look at it, you will not feel the tension of land resources in China.

There are frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen's wine and meat, and the irony is ironic, but no matter which dynasty or system, as long as there are human beings, then it cannot be eradicated, not to mention, if you can sit in Zhumen, who wants to freeze to death on the side of the road? Whether it's humble or struggling, everyone is just struggling and wandering towards the Zhu Gate, so no one in this world should laugh at anyone.

When he came to the back garden, Yang Ting was pruning a pot of orchids raised in retreat, he must have heard the sound, but he didn't speak, and Zhao Huchen didn't take the initiative to speak, just stood behind Yang Ting and looked at this man who looked like a cold businessman and more like a scholar at this time.

What neither man knew was that behind them, Yang Caiwei was looking at the two people who were silent, the two men who occupied the most weight in her life.

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