The Chinese-style courtyard house has an antique layout in the room. The record machine is playing jokes about Peking Opera master Cheng Yanqiu.

The fragrance of incense lingers, and the fragrance of tea fills the room. The old and the young are playing games.

The old man holds a white piece in his hand and makes a very slow move. He will think carefully for a while every step he takes. The chess path is regular and the chess style is gentle and grand. However, the young man makes a very fast move and makes a move almost the moment the old man makes a move without any stagnation, as if everything is in control. The chess path is tricky and weird, with a very wide layout, and awe-inspiring murderous intention.

"Qingfeng, the chess style is getting more and more fierce." The old man held Baizi but couldn't take it, but turned around and held the Yuhoutianjing tea cup behind him. After slapped, he looked at the heroic man opposite with a clear eyes.

"Grandpa, do you want to hear the truth or the lies?" Yan Qingfeng said with a smile.

He also reached out to touch the tea cup and took two sips in a row. If you look closely, you will find that the grandfather and grandson are nine points similar in terms of their drinking postures and angles of serving tea.

"So what about the truth? So what about the lies?" The old man casually pressed a white boy.

"Grandpa, lies are because you always teach well. The truth is that we have played chess for more than ten years, and I have mastered your routines. So I can quickly get on the ground." Yan Qingfeng said with a smile. Only when he is in front of his grandfather can he restrain his arrogance. At other times, even in front of some local officials or third-generation princelings, he does not need to keep a low profile.

Because everything I have today is taught step by step by step by step by step by the old man in front of me.

"Oh. Do you really think you have already figured out my chess path?" the old man said with a smile.

"60%." Yan Qingfeng answered confidently. "But if grandpa deliberately wants to change, then I have nothing to say. But if a person leaves the field he is best at, the skills he has played will be greatly reduced."

The old man sighed softly and said, "Qingfeng, I have harmed you."

The smile on Yan Qingfeng's face gradually faded away and he said, "Grandpa, why do you say that?"

"It's easy to break just now. Moreover, the environment I provide for you is extremely unfavorable to your growth."

"I don't understand." Yan Qingfeng shook his head. "I have suffered no fewer setbacks and sufferings than those who started from scratch."

"Yes. But you always have hope in your heart. Because you know that suffering is temporary. I will definitely help you and take you out of the sea of ​​suffering. If you have such thoughts in your heart, you will not have the courage to die."

"Grandpa, do you have no confidence in me?" Yan Qingfeng said word by word with a gloomy face.

"Okay, Qingfeng, you're ready. Today is the last time I'll play chess with you." The old man looked at his grandson seriously, and it was also the result of his life's hard work.

Is it too late to wake up? It was not until today that I realized that my grandson, who is called "perfect human", actually has a fatal flaw?

"Okay." Yan Qingfeng nodded with a serious expression. Grandpa would not be aimless, but he wanted to prove his excellence even more. He has always been his pride, once, since then, always.

The old game ended halfway, and the two of them made a move again, but the old man was still holding Bai Zi, and Yan Qingfeng was holding a Hei Zi. Black first and white later, but the Hei Zi was still taking the lead.

But now the situation seems to be the opposite. Yan Qingfeng makes quick moves, and the old man makes quicker. Without a stop, neither of them needs time to think.

Suddenly, Yan Qingfeng's face changed drastically, and the dark spot in his hand was held in the air and could not fall down for a long time.

"You lost." The old man threw Yu Zi in his hand into the white jade chess box and picked up the teacup again. However, he was not in a hurry to taste the tea.

"Why is this happening?" Yan Qingfeng said with a pale face.

"Some people spend a day setting up a game, while others spend a lifetime setting up a game. In the past, we played chess, but this time I lost. This is my game. I used 'lost' to draw a game. And you have formed an inertial thinking and thought that my loss was inevitable. So, this game was successful."

"I originally wanted to tell you this mystery before I left, but now I have to go ahead. Qingfeng, don't underestimate your opponent. Although you are the one who has been winning now and he has been losing, but no one knows the opponent's trump card until the last step."

"The old man in their family is a master of layout. How could the apprentices he taught were bad?"

"Grandpa. I understand." Although Yan Qingfeng was shocked, he quickly accepted the reality. This was not a very difficult truth, but he had been ignored.

"Okay. Is there any news recently?" The old man was very satisfied with his grandson's performance. Although there were slight flaws, he was already a strong player in terms of skills, wisdom, learning ability and acceptance ability. He was still young and had time to develop.

"I sent the Violet Special Service Team to say hello to him. Just be a bodyguard. If I try to fight for it in vain, I will be rude to him." Yan Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Violet? That girl's team?"

"Yes. Isn't it very interesting?" Yan Qingfeng smiled sly.

"That girl, I can't be cruel to the men of the Ye family." The old man shook his head.

"Yes. So when she sent Kuang and Camel, I knew the result now. Fortunately, Qingshe was still obedient, so it would be better if he was there. In my eyes, the rest of the people were all a bunch of waste."

"This is the matter of you younger generations, and I won't participate. Twenty years ago, I could expel him from Yanjing. Twenty years later, I don't want to see you fail."

"Grandpa. Don't worry. I know how to do it." Yan Qingfeng nodded confidently. "But, what do the old men from other families say?"

"They?" the old man put down the teacup and looked at a yellowed photo on the table. There were five young men standing together in yellow cloth clothes and yellow hats, murmured: "They can only keep silent, too."

While Bubu was still digesting Ye Qiu's meaning, Ye Qiu was already sitting on the bed untied her shoelaces.

"Will you go back tonight?" Bubu asked with a chicken claw in his hand and puzzled.

"Yes. What should you do without me?" Ye Qiu threw the shoes under the soles of the shoes, then took off the coat on his body and put it aside, pulled the quilt away and crawled in. His hands were still stimulating under the quilt, as if he was taking off his pants.

Bubu widened his eyes and said, "You are sleeping in the bed, where am I sleeping?"

"You can sleep in the bed, too." Ye Qiu pulled out his pants and put them together with his coat, then pulled the quilt down. He felt uncomfortable sleeping while wearing clothes, not to mention that there was a belt buckle on it and was tied around his waist.

Bubu waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Just sleep well. I'll sit on a chair and read a book."

"Well. Ye Qiu turned off the bedside lamp on his side and said, "Then I'll go to bed first. I haven't had a stable sleep for a long time. If you're sleepy, come to bed and sleep. I believe in your character."

Bubu almost made his nose crooked. I don’t believe in your character.

After finishing the box of chicken feet and eating another box of bean paste Xiaosu, her belly was already full and full. She was full of lust, and she felt a little drowsy.

There are only two beds in the ward, one of which was occupied by my grandfather and was sleeping heavily. Bubu couldn't run to squeeze into beds with a patient, right?

The other bed was occupied by this man who had no gentlemanly demeanor. Bubu was even more embarrassed to squeeze a bed with him. Their relationship had not yet developed to that extent.

"No. Can't sleep. Can't sleep." Bubu patted his face, picked up the novel "A Girl Next Door First Growth" that he hadn't finished reading, and then continued to look. It is said that the man finished reading contraceptives and the woman finished reading them to ward off evil spirits. I wonder if there is any such evil as the legendary one.

Time flies quickly, especially reading a wonderful novel. By the time Bubu finished reading the novel in his hand, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

"This woman Lin Danzhuang is so great." Bubu murmured.

I will be such a woman in the future? Bubu blushed after just thinking about this idea.

Not everyone can do such a woman.

With a heavy head, he rubbed his neck, which was a little sore, and stood up from the chair. Bubu went to wash his face, but he still couldn't drive away his tiredness. Instead, he became even more drowsy. He ran around and worked hard for a day today, but he was really tired of grandpa's safety.

Bubu looked at his grandfather's bed, and he lay down halfway alone, and his leg was injured. Bubu was very dishonest when he was sleeping. She really didn't dare to go over and squeeze a bed with his grandfather. If it hit his knee, it would be a serious sin.

Go and squeeze with Ye Qiu?

But the relationship between the two is not particularly close. They have only met three times in total. Should they go to bed with him?

Thinking of this, Bubu was filled with resentment.

Why is this man like this? This is not what others act in Korean dramas.

When people encounter this situation in Korean dramas, the heroine sleeps on the bed, and the hero guards her. She looks at the heroine with a affectionate look on her face, and sometimes she helps her tuck her quilt, or gently leaves a kiss on her forehead.

------Don't this man watches Korean dramas?

I yawned again, and tears flowed out of my eyes. I was really exhausted and walked around the house.

"Don't worry. Anyway, they are wearing clothes." Bubu grabbed his hair and lay down carefully beside Ye Qiu.

Fortunately, this guy's sleeping posture is very strange. He sleeps on his side and is not fat, so he just left half of the bed for Bubu.

Although he knew that Ye Qiu was already asleep and could even hear his slight breathing, Bubu was still shy.

This is the first time I have been sleeping with a opposite sex since I became an adult. Why does this feel so strange?

"Just just sleep for a while. After a while, he's asleep now, and he doesn't know that he's been sleeping beside him. If he wakes up earlier in the morning, he must have no idea what."

"What if he suddenly wakes up? Will he touch himself?"

"Probably not? Grandpa is still lying next to him?"

Bubudi's head was messy, but his eyes were closed heavily, which was too sleepy.

Bubu had a dream and actually became the heroine Lin Danzhuang in "The Next Door's Girl Grows Up". In reality, he did everything he didn't dare to say or do in his dream. He said lewd words and actively seduced the man he liked...

Well, I still like this woman very much. It is impossible to be such a woman in reality, so just experience the pleasure of doing this in a dream.

This is a very messy dream, ambiguous, shy, embarrassing, wild, and crazy between men and women.

A wisp of spring soul flies lightly, and the lingering feeling even more frivolous.

This is a deep and intoxicating spring pond, and the bones are so soft that the night is short and long.

Suddenly, Bubu's whole body twitched violently, then he hugged a strong body and pressed it tightly to prevent him from moving.

"What's the noise? I'll move the bed around and away, and let people sleep?" Mr. Bu suddenly shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!