"Senior brother, I have two things. I'm going to consult with you. ”

Lei Jing said to Li Yan through the rearview mirror.

She is only in her early twenties, but her demeanor and speech reveal the sophistication of her forties.

"Ah, you say."

Li Yan rubbed his eyes.

"Secretary Zhou of the association, I want to give you a welcome party. The location is at the White Swan Pavilion. In addition to colleagues in the martial arts world, he also invited many celebrities from the political and business circles, well, Chairman Chang will also come. ”

"Chairman Chang?" Li Yan thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized: "Oh! Permanent Chairman. ”

He didn't care: "What else? ”

"In addition, Hongsheng Ancestral Pavilion, Guan Yantao Guan is critically ill."

The sound of wheel slipping is sharp and piercing.

The flat-headed man who was driving the car spun the steering wheel vigorously, and the black Bentley took a sharp turn and melted into the rolling traffic on the elevated road.

"Guan Yantao, heh, isn't he dead yet?" Li Yan had a rare cold color on his face, but the word critical illness spared a circle in his heart, Li Yan couldn't say it, and his heart was sour.

Outside the window, there are colorful car lights.

Li Yan lowered his voice: "Which hospital?" ”

Guangdong, White Swan Pavilion.

Luxurious carpets, bright chandeliers, black porcelain dishes and chopsticks on white tablecloths, clusters of flowers in the middle, more than 40 tables full of people, a lively scene.

"Zheng Kuishan, the head of the Ming Crane Stream of the Foshan White Crane Pavilion, relapsed from his old injury and said that he was not sick. Liu Sanyan of Liancheng Yucai Sports School suddenly had an eye disease, and he heard that he was sent to the hospital. Master Bai Huan of the Hongsheng Hall in Qinzhou was not accustomed to the water and soil, and he had returned to Guangxi yesterday. ”

The speaker gave him a round face, a wide nose, and a large mouth. It's very relatable to laugh.

Secretary Zhou's hair was black and his skin was fair, and he couldn't tell that he was already fifty years old.

"I also wonder, how can someone sneeze in this thousands of miles, but most of the people present are sick?"

The atmosphere was dull, and on the right hand side of Secretary Zhou, there was a man who looked to be in his thirties with a sallow face. Middle-aged man with wide knuckles.

He swept around the seat and blew the teacup before saying, "Secretary Zhou, you can be relieved first." ”

Director of Hongsheng Ancestral Hall, the sixth generation of Cai Li Fo, vice president of Guangzhou Cai Li Fo Boxing Association, Liang Fu.

"These didn't come, whether he really had a headache and brain fever, or he intended to escape, don't care. Whoever comes, he will not agree to a foreign Jiang guy pointing fingers at us. No matter how domineering his father and son are surnamed Li, Guangdong has not recognized the Li character Li in the past ten years. Lei girl asked outsiders for help, this is a broken rule. ”

"Yes!"

"Not bad!"

His calm words aroused the hearts of many people. The people at the surrounding tables should be in harmony.

Secretary Zhou sighed with a gesture: "I also want to be relieved, but Zhang Mingyuan, who came out of nowhere, has made me disgraced several times, which is ...... Alas. ”

Liang Fu's words interjected: "The kid who poked his feet is only sixteen years old this year, we are always difficult to make a move, and the people who are sent are all nephews, but Li Yan is different." ”

Secretary Zhou didn't speak, but he couldn't stop sneering in his heart.

"I'm really counting on you rotten scraps, I want to rip that ghost girl out of the chairman's position, it's a fool's dream."

Thinking of this, he peeked at Chairman Chang, who was not far away, talking and laughing.

"Li Chenglin's lifelong wish is nothing more than to take root in the Guangdong national art world. What you Lei Jing can give, I can give it to Zhou Litao, but if you can't give it, I can still give it. ”

"Here we are."

Liang Fu stood up from his chair, a large number of people in the hall rushed to the door, Lei Jing pushed the door and walked in, his face smiling like a dimple.

"Long time no see, Standing Committeeer."

The standing committee member, whose temples were white, but still red, smiled: "I didn't expect Hong Sheng's daughter to have grown so big, you don't need to see outside, just call me Uncle Chang." ”

"Uncle Chang."

Knowing that the comer was not good, Lei Jing still looked flattered, and her face was a little blushing.

Secretary Zhou, Liang Fu and these people all came over, and their faces were tangled.

"Ah, President Liang, Uncle Zhou."

Lei Jing blinked her eyelashes, in front of these old people who had been hooked for half her life, she had regained a little bit of the beauty and liveliness of a twenty-year-old woman.

Secretary Zhou's face was very kind: "Ah Jing, it's not that the owner of the Li Martial Arts Pavilion is back, but what about others, the Standing Committee also wants to see him." ”

Lei Jing lowered her head in some distress.

"As soon as the senior brother got off the plane, he ran to the hospital to visit the old man Guan of the Hongsheng Ancestral Hall."

Liang Fu's face showed anger: "What face does he have to look at my master?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Standing Committee member glance at him, and he knew that he was speechless.

"The first thing I did when I came back was to visit the elders of the famous house, and Pavilion Master Li also had a heart."

Secretary Zhou's tone was gentle: "Then, when will he arrive?" ”

Lei Jing's face was embarrassed, and Secretary Zhou urged a few times, and then he reluctantly said:

"Senior brother means, no."

……

It was drizzling on the road. Li Yan was wearing a white sweatshirt and jogging in the rain, and the horizon was reflected in front of him, and the roof of the People's Hospital was reflected.

"How does your hospital treat it? Let me tell you, the old man has a good one, you can't eat in the hospital and walk around, call your leaders! ”

The man with a pair of broomstick eyebrows spat and spitted his fingers in the face of the little nurse. The scathing words were harsh, and the scolding nurse wiped her tears.

There are dozens of elite young men in the corridor, and the front desk of the hospital glances at each other, all of whom dare not speak angrily.

The woman sitting in the chair, her eyes red, had apparently just cried.

"Ah Can, it's not about other people's hospitals, don't make trouble."

The broom eyebrows were still angry, and waved his hand again and again: "Roll out~"

The nurse trainee holding the document sniffed, turned her head and ran as fast as the nurse's shoes ran.

Around the corner, Li Yan walked upstairs with his pockets in his pockets, and the little nurse who covered his nose with the back of his hand walked towards him.

"Miss Nurse, do you know which room the patient named Guan Yantao is in?"

"Turn left and turn sixth." The girl held back and didn't cry.

"Thank you."

Li Yan's face was flat, and he looked up to count the ward numbers, and there were no martial arts students in front of him in his eyes.

He elbowed an elbow on the shoulder of a martial arts student.

"You didn't grow ......"

The sound of the word "you" is still quite loud, and the word "mother" has been out of tune, and the word "long" is like a little girl and a friend opening a room to meet her parents, and the mosquito is not clear to hear.

Li Yan really didn't hear it, his tall and thin body brushed the road, and the people on both sides unconsciously separated.

Suddenly, Li Yan's footsteps stopped,

"This is it."

He withdrew his gaze, and the people around him saw him as if they were Yakshas. A few even crept up to the top of the stairs.

"What are you doing here!"

It was a young woman who spoke with a bit of grace, with big waves and an angry expression.

Li Yan recognized that this was Guan Yantao's granddaughter and glanced at his mouth.

"Take a look at the death of the surname Guan?"

"How dare you ......"

Before she could speak, Li Yan lowered her head and grabbed the woman's chin with her palm and slammed it against the door. There was a thud.

"I'm not taboo about hitting women, and you don't know it."

There was silence all around.

The broomstick, Ah Can, turned his back and stood with his face facing the wall, the tip of his nose facing the hospital sign: "No loud noises." ”

Li Yan looked around, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he spat on the ground, he let go of the woman and pushed the door to enter. The hand suddenly slammed, and the movement slowed down a little.

"Squeak~"

A blue curtain wraps around the bed. A beep came from the instrument. The table is full of flower baskets and fruits, and there is a separate room.

Li Yan took two steps forward and reached out to open the curtain.

He had thought that he should see a skull-like withered face with a tube in his nose and sticky bones.

But lying on the bed was an old man with crane hair and a ruddy face. It's just that the arm is densely packed with pinholes.

Guan Yantao opened his eyes, and his dark pupils glanced at Li Yan, as if he was not surprised at all.

"Here we are."

Li Yan looked at the old man with mixed feelings in his heart.

Coming to Guangdong at the age of twelve, the capture of the white crane, the stick of Cai Li Fo, the short soldier lion art of the Mo and Liu families, Li Yan has learned art with six masters before and after.

Outsiders have white eyes, and it is even more so to lead teachers to art. can become an art here, and miss the old in my heart.

I have returned to my hometown several times in the past ten years, and I have complained to my brothers every time.

The southern Yankees have a bad personality, they are not used to eating southern food, and the brothers in Guangdong are not sincere, how to do it.

But at that time, Li Yan, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, was holding back his strength in his heart, wanting the people here to pick a thumbs up for him and read himself a good one. I want those brothers to be the same as their hometown, and sincerely call themselves "Dayan".

I really don't care, I really don't like it, why bother with it.

Those tangled young people's hearts, Li Yan has already laughed it off. But I still respect and hate these old guys.

He wanted to ask a good question, but when it came to his mouth, he was not too polite:

"Isn't this alive?"

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