Chapter 277 Confucius said: To grow old and not die is to be a thief!
All day, Yan Murong spent almost all of her time in bed except for eating and going to the bathroom. She sighed in her heart that women are more powerful than tigers and are crazy about Su Qingwu. It would be better to let the old man be so cruel that he was a little more relaxed.
After lunch in the hotel restaurant the next day, Su Qingwu returned to the room by herself. However, Yan Murong and Xiaoshe left the hotel directly and drove to the Pyrenees.
The sky was gloomy. In a short while, the drizzle fell and the air on the street dropped instantly. However, it made people feel extremely comfortable.
Cars are allowed to enter the Pyrenees National Park. Two people drove along the main road for a while and turned onto a narrow dirt road. They watched the GPS in the car drive slowly for nearly an hour. .A wooden house appeared in front of you.
"That's it." The little snake did not get close. After stopping the car in the distance, it looked at the coordinates of the GPS and said, "What's wrong? Are you going in alone? Or will I go in with you?"
"Of course we went in together." Yan Murong said. "Did you feel anything on the way here just now?"
"Oh. You feel it too." said the little snake.
"Hehe." Yan Murong smiled. "It seems that Zheng Wuming is going to disappoint him again today."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the cabin.
As soon as he walked to the door, the door of the wooden house opened from the inside with a creaking sound. Zheng Wuming walked out and looked at Yan Murong and Xiaoshe. A smile was on his face. He said, "Please come in. Grandpa is waiting inside." Let's take you."
"Is it your only grandpa?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming with a smile. "I'm afraid there are many people waiting for us."
Zheng Wuming didn't say anything, and smiled unanimously. He made way for the side of his body.
Yan Murong didn't say much anymore and walked into the house with the little snake.
There is no electricity here. There is no lighting equipment in the house. Of course, in addition to the kerosene lamp, the flames burning in the fireplace also play a role in lighting, making the house brighter.
In the middle of the wooden house is a European-style fabric sofa. On the sofa, an old man in Tang suit and gray hair is sitting there holding a teacup and drinking tea. This old man is nothing else. It is Zheng Yan.
"I haven't seen each other for many days. Mr. Zheng has become much younger again." Yan Murong said with a smile.
After all, the other party is an elder in age. He should have said hello first. Even if he wants to turn against each other later, he will be more justified.
"Haha. You doll really know how to talk." Mr. Zheng laughed. He looked very comfortable in Yan Murong's words. "I met him during the Chinese New Year. It's not a long time now."
This old man really wants to have fun. Yan Murong thought to himself. The old fox is the old fox. He is waiting for him to speak. Humph. I want to wait for me to speak first. Let's have fun in the next life. If you want to talk about family matters, I will chat with you. Homework. Who is the one who is anxious about it?
After making up his mind, Yan Murong grinned and smiled. "That's the case. Didn't the ancients say that it's like a day without seeing each other - Mr. Zheng. You don't know. I look young. Actually, I am very young, but I am different from some young people. They like to chat with beautiful women. I like to chat with older people."
"Oh. Why is this?" Zheng Yan was not in a hurry. He looked at Yan Murong with interest and said, "Then you are really an alternative. Didn't Taizu say that? Young man. The morning sun at 8 to 9 o'clock in the morning----You are not with the morning sun. Instead, you like to chat with our sunset in the fast-forward coffin. This is interesting."
"Hi, old man. You don't know this." Yan Murong smiled and said. "I'm with those guys who know beauty and money all day long. I feel that my IQ has been reduced by them-- ---How can that be said? Ginger is still old and hot. Fox is still old and cunning. Of course. I don't mean that I will become an old fox when I grow old. What I mean is that this experience has been through The elderly have accumulated over the years. They are so good. The elderly have a wide range of knowledge and rich experience. So I like to chat with them."
"And the old man is still smart." Yan Murong didn't realize anything as a guest. He took a teacup from the coffee table, poured a cup of tea and drank it in one sip. He continued. "Confucius said: Old man is not dead It's a thief. This thief is smart----Of course. Confucius' words are not derogatory. They are praises."
"This is a compliment." Zheng Yan asked with a smile.
"Of course, that's right." Yan Murong nodded seriously. "Old man, think about it. Whether it's the books you read or movies and TV, what are the thieves in costume dramas doing? Look at Chu Liuxiang. Shi Qian Yizhimei. Although these people are thieves, they are also famous thieves. They are not only good martial arts, but also smart. So, this thief is the meaning of praise in that sentence."
Zheng Yan now understands why Zheng Wuming lost so badly. This guy is so good at talking. Some are not, and he can talk nonsense. If he is so unrelated, he can save it together. He also said it very well.
"Oh. By the way."
Mr. Zheng was about to say something, and Yan Murong interrupted him and said, "I just remembered that there were many thieves in foreign countries in ancient times, such as Robin Hood, Zorro, etc.------You I always say, no one of these people is a famous man.”
Yan Murong opened her mouth like a splash. Balabala couldn't stop talking. And what seemed to be said was irrelevant. He always found some excuses to connect them together. It made people listen for a while. There is really no way to refute him.
Seeing the smile on Mr. Zheng's face gradually disappearing. He just nodded mechanically to deal with it. Yan Murong smiled in his heart.
Don’t you want to chat? I’ll chat with you. Give me a topic. I can tell you until tomorrow morning. Let’s see who is anxious first.
I had drunk a pot of tea. Yan Murong seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Seeing Yan Murong going to pour tea again, Mr. Zheng said, "Murrong. Can I make a statement?"
"You said. You said." Yan Murong poured the tea into his stomach with a smile.
"Okay." Mr. Zheng nodded and said, "It's family matters. Let's talk about it if we have time. I'll come this time. There are some things I want to talk to you. Although our two families are not family friends, they have nothing. It's too big a holiday. If anything is going to happen, let's talk about it today. How about it."
"Okay. I'm fine." Yan Murong agreed with a smile, but he sneered in his heart.
Old fox. Humph. How many pictures of our fox skin have been taken? It’s not bad for you.