"People of our age have practiced kung fu hard when they were young." Zhang Meizhen suddenly said softly, "It was really like practicing in the winter and the three in the summer!"

Gan Qing's half-prepared sneeze was interrupted by her, and he looked back at her with tears in his eyes.

The car they called came, and Zhang Meizhen pushed her into the taxi. Gan Qing was a little blinded by the heat, and heard Zhang Meizhen saying to herself: "The scenery has passed, every call has been answered by a hundred people, and the all-powerful storm has passed... Lao Yang

In this life, too much fame and too much pursuit of "indifferent" can be considered an overkill. I don't know what my subordinates are thinking. When he was young, Tian traveled all over the world and called himself home all over the world. Now he is old, has no home, no job, and no children.

I don’t have a girl. In addition to the subsistence allowance, I just live on the occasional gifts from my disciples. I guess the disciples also pay filial piety to my clothes, and I don’t even bother to sew patches on them. The person surnamed Zhao is okay. He used to work in a bus company and has a little pension, but not much.

, I heard that his children didn’t take him seriously. He rushed to take care of his granddaughter, saved money for his children and grandchildren, and lived a miserable life. You said, they watched Wang Jiusheng become prosperous, but they didn’t

Are your eyes hot?"

"Our generation is getting older, and many don't like to pass on their kung fu to the next generation. As the old saying goes, Lao Yang always says, 'One generation is inferior to the other'. He has never forced his granddaughter to practice sticks. Even your master

He had such an eccentric temper that he figured it out in his later years." Zhang Meizhen smiled and said, "Gang'er, it's not that he doesn't want to teach you well, it's that practicing kung fu is too hard, and after the hard work, it's not useful, but it makes people boast about their skills.

, unwilling to live a steady life."

In the Beggar Clan, the nine-pocket elder who answered everyone's call could only become a shabby little person after changing his patchwork clothes.

What kind of identity would such a person identify with?

Gang leader Lao Yang always said that those false names are like phantoms in smoke and dust, and people among them should not be blinded by these things.

If he is really so sober, why is he still unwilling to put down the green bamboo dog-beating stick even though he is over ninety years old?

Gan Qing sniffed: "How is Gang Leader Yang doing?"

Zhang Meizhen glanced at her: "You know."

"Meet a few people from the Beggar Clan." Gan Qing thought for a while, then hid the part where Yang Ping mentioned Wei Xiao, and briefly talked about his experience for most of the night, "That Yang..."

"Yang Ping." Zhang Meizhen sighed, "That kid had both hands disabled by your master, and later had a leg broken by his own father. How can he still be so tough?"

"When I first met him, he was less than ten years old." Zhang Meizhen seemed to be in a trance. After a while, she said, "Those with thin arms and legs have a big head. I didn't see anything wrong at that time."

...Boys, they grow up early or late. There are also those who start to grow taller at seventeen or eighteen. The son of the gang leader is very popular in the beggar gang. Those people flatter him and say, "The gang leader is taller than the gang leader."

, the person taking the photo didn't take it seriously, but the child took it seriously. At that time, I was still a big girl, younger than you, full of food, liked old men, and fell in love with Yang Qing..."

"The patient is out of danger for the time being, but he is too old and needs to be observed in the ICU for a while. Where are his family members? Come here and sign!"

Gang leader Lao Yang heard his granddaughter respond and say something to the doctor. The voice seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, and it was in a trance, not reaching his ears. After a while, the hospital bed beneath him shook slightly, and someone

Pushing him away, he struggled to open his eyes just a slit.

"Grandpa! Grandpa? Can you hear me...Grandpa...Is he awake? Is he conscious..."

The woman's voice was crisp and sweet, suddenly far away and now close, and gradually turned into another person's voice.
Chapter completed!