"It's over, Uncle Ma."

Wang Haifengjun's face was slightly red, and he was still a little embarrassed in the face of the chief's appreciation and praise.

"Good boy, Uncle Ma gave you this book of the Art of War."

Ma Shanhe was happy to see the son of the deceased, and Haifeng was so good, he was not only happy for his old friend, but also happy for such an excellent talent in the army.

"How can this be? Uncle Ma, this book is very precious, I can't ask for it, you can borrow it from me. ”

There is no merit, Ma Shanhe's gift is too valuable, and Haifeng can't accept it.

"You're welcome, the people who are soldiers are not vigorous and resolute? This book is useful to you, I have read it a long time ago, and I am familiar with it by heart, is there any same? ”

Ma Shanhe waved his hand, Wang Haifeng couldn't do it if he didn't want it, and he liked this son of the old man even more in his heart.

"This ...... Thank you, Uncle Ma".

Wang Haifeng couldn't be more humble when he heard this, and carefully stroked the yellowed book cover, looking at it and cherishing it.

"Come, play chess with Uncle Ma, do you need to let you have a cannon?"

Seeing that Wang Haifeng was no longer pedantic, Ma Shanhe was in a good mood, took out the chess from the drawer, and greeted Wang Haifeng, the tone was like that of his own child, not at all.

"No, you don't."

Wang Haifeng's starry eyes are full of confidence, and his innate domineering spirit is fully revealed at this moment.

"Okay, let's kill three sets."

Ma Shanhe likes his character, and feels that he is domineering, too similar to his old friend, how can he be a man and a soldier without being domineering?

"Haifeng, my dad is invincible when he plays chess, you can be careful."

Ma Yushan came over and kindly reminded him, and his hands itched and wanted to go over to the next plate.

"Got it." Wang Haifeng said in a deep voice, sat down on the opposite side of the Mashan River as steadily as Mount Tai, and returned the chess pieces to their positions in an orderly manner.

Ma Yulian walked into the study with a tray and saw Wang Haifeng sitting calmly opposite her father, looking at the chessboard with a focused expression.

Tall and straight, he sits on a stool, as steady as a pine and cypress, with a precipitated temperament, not at all like other soldiers under his father, respectful and cautious, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and there is still respect that he should have, but it is by no means deliberately flattering.

The more she looked at him, the more Ma Yulian liked it, and walked over with a smile on her hand.

"Brother Haifeng, taste the tea I made."

Holding a teapot in his hand, he poured a cup of tea for Wang Haifeng like a dragonfly dotting water, in the end, it was good tea, the fragrance of tea in the room was spreading, the aroma was attractive, and it was very attractive to people who loved tea, Wang Haifeng was this kind of person.

"Thank you."

Politely thanked, looked down at the tea in the cup, and saw that in the porcelain bowl as white as jade, the pieces of tender tea were like a bird's tongue, the color was dark green, and the blue liquid revealed a burst of fragrance.

Picked up the teacup, took a shallow sip, and suddenly felt that his lips and teeth were fragrant, the aftertaste was endless, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, which showed that he liked it very much.

"Dad, drink tea."

Ma Yulian had been secretly observing his expression, and when she saw that he liked it, she suddenly felt happy in her heart, handed Ma Shanhe another cup of tea that had been poured, said it sweetly, and stood aside to watch the two play chess.

"Little sister, what about me?"

When Ma Yushan saw that there was nothing wrong with him, he was immediately unhappy, is this sister a bit heavy and light?

Wang Haifeng heard his friend's aggrieved voice, raised his head to look at him, and saw that his hands were empty, Ma Yulian didn't pour tea for her brother, just stood aside and looked at himself with a smile, which made him a little embarrassed.