That night by the quiet riverside, Zhao Jiadi and Shang Weiwei chatted a lot like long-lost friends. For the first time in more than five years, Zhao Jiadi heard Shang Weiwei’s laughter, and Shang Weiwei also began to realize

The childhood friend next to her was already a man who needed to shave from time to time. She said that Zhao Jiadi must have a girlfriend. Zhao Jiadi asked if he had a boyfriend. Shang Weiwei smiled and said, "Don't worry, college."

If you don’t want to fall in love before graduation, Zhao Jiadi joked that you should find one quickly and pretend for a while, so as not to waste the precious youth of a large number of suitors. Shang Weiwei murmured that she shouldn’t fall in love in a haphazard manner, it has no meaning at all.

Zhao Jiadi stopped talking and did not dare to make any bigger jokes. In his impression, Shang Weiwei had never been a generous girl. When she was a child, she would have a cold war with him for weeks over trivial matters, such as

Zhao Jiadi pulled her little hand or lifted her skirt or something. That incident of climbing on the wall to see Hongxing triggered a cold war that lasted for nearly six years. Shang Weiwei went home.

When he arrived, he refused to let Zhao Jiadi give it away, so Zhao Jiadi stopped insisting unnecessarily and returned to the house alone. He saw that Zhang Xuchu's room was still lighted. When he walked in, the boy turned on the lamp and was previewing the new semester courses.

Hangzhou has never slacked off for a day. He even took the time to thoroughly study the "New Handbook of Commonly Used Traditional Chinese Medicine". Now he is starting to read the "Basics of Tour Guides". He is a good and diligent seedling. Zhao Jiadi pulled up a chair and sat down and asked

Is there anything you don’t understand? Xiao Babai grinned at Uncle Dao. If you don’t understand, I will try to understand it myself. Zhao Jiadi touched this little head and said that it is a good habit to dig into the horns in moderation, but don’t push too hard.

If you think about yourself, it is easy to fall into another misunderstanding, which is not good. Zhang Xuchu seemed to understand but kept it in his heart. Zhao Jiadi said to go to bed early and take you to visit your uncle's master tomorrow. He is the person you are most afraid of, Brother Sparrow.

In Haining Town, on the edge of Beidaihe District, the market in the early morning is noisy. The bustling traffic smells like a stock market. The vendors and shops are all doing breakfast business, mostly soy milk buns and fried dough sticks. A slightly hunched middle-aged man walks towards a familiar stall.

He was dressed plainly, with a pale face and long but yellow fingers. He bought two plain steamed buns and a portion of fresh soy milk. He just handed over the money when the landlady took time off to do another business. She was so busy that she forgot to talk to the middle-aged man.

The man waited quietly. The landlady finally turned around and saw the regular customer. She completely forgot about what he had already paid and hurriedly said two yuan and three. The man smiled, took out another five yuan note from his pocket and handed it over.

He gave it to the landlady. The landlady gave him two dollars and seventy cents and continued busy.

The man carried breakfast and walked slowly back to an old neighborhood nearby. He lived on the first floor. There were six or seven pots of flowers and plants on the sunny corridor. The house had a layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, less than 40 square meters. In this area, the housing price

It is a small place that is not enough to force girls into prostitution. The price is not too expensive. There are no decorations in the room. There are no bookcases, no sofas, no TVs, no refrigerators and air conditioners. Apart from the most basic dining table and chairs, there is only one that does not look like a traditional one.

The furniture of the coffee table should be imitation of the "Qianlong Gong" red sandalwood cloud bat pattern. As the saying goes, ten sandalwoods and nine empty spaces. According to common sense, there is no reason for men who are no different from ordinary middle and low-income earners to own a piece of workmanship value that even exceeds the red sandalwood material itself.

There was a yellow chess piece on the table. It was not made of cypress wood. There were two boxes of chess cans, one on the left and one on the right. They were not high-end either. It was just that the chess pieces and the chess cases were old and polished. The man was eating one.

Tofu shredded radish buns, while reading a book "Unnormal Deaths of Chinese Literary Men", supplemented edition with illustrations. Perhaps due to myopia, the slightly hunched man became more and more stooped.

The doorbell rang, and the man stood up to open the door. When he saw the young man and the child beside him, he smiled softly and said, "Jiadi, why did you think of coming to my place?"

The people who came to visit after a long journey were Zhao Jiadi and Zhang Xuchu. Xiao Babai's eyes widened, as if he wanted to know why this tall and intimidating uncle in front of him could make Brother Shang Que so scared. He was carrying a

Zhao Jiadi, who was holding a jar of tea, scratched his head and said respectfully: "I've brought you some tea."

The man took the tea and said, "Well, come in."

Zhao Jiadi was respectful and sat upright. The man glanced at Zhang Xuchu and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Xiao Babai shook his head honestly. The thin man handed the untouched buns and cup of soy milk to Zhang Xuchu, and said with a warm smile: "Here, breakfast is very important, no matter how busy you are, you can't be careless."

Xiao Babai shook his head and said, "I'll go out and eat with Uncle Ba Liang later."

The man was stunned, smiled slightly, and didn't say much. He just looked at Zhao Jiadi, who was facing a formidable enemy, and asked: "I heard that you stopped taking classes for a year. Have you made up for it now?"

Zhao Jiadi nodded and said: "It's all made up."

The man stopped talking and slowly finished the rest of his breakfast. He read two pages of "The Abnormal Death of Chinese Literati", cleaned up, and asked Zhang Xuchu, "Can you play Go?"

Xiao Babai was shy but not afraid and said: "I learned a lot from my uncle during the summer vacation."

When a man talks, he likes to stare into people's eyes and never squint, but his gaze is not too aggressive. Maybe it's out of common courtesy. He looked at the little kid and said, "Okay, do you mind staying with me for the next time?"

Plate?"

Xiao Babai turned his head and looked to consult Uncle Ba Liang, and Zhao Jiadi nodded.

After playing a game, the man didn't say anything. Only when he was playing chess, his waist was particularly straight. After the game, he didn't comment on anything. He just quietly put the chess pieces back into the chess box. Zhao Jiadi

Knowing it was time to say goodbye, I stood up.

The man didn't try to persuade him to stay, but he just said something serious: "Hangzhou is a good place for you, but if you go further south, it's hard to say."

Zhao Jiadi led the ignorant Zhang Xuchu out of the house, keeping these words in mind, his heart already in turmoil.

Further south.

Guangdong. Li Zhijin, whose identity is mysterious, is a private equity fund hosted by Dian Pei Nan.

After Zhao Jiadi was shocked, he felt relieved.

Back then, this man who was taciturn but did not deliberately keep a straight face said to a man named Zhao Xin: If you go to the Northeast and stay there for five years, you can lure the dragon into Hebei.

Five years later, a King of Hell of Zhao was born in the northeast.

After he became famous, Zhao Taizu sent him a painting with only four words: The country's scholars are unparalleled.

"Uncle Ba Liang, this uncle is not scary at all." After leaving the community, Zhang Xuchu and Zhao Jiadi had breakfast together, Tong Yanwuji said.

"Haha, when I was about your age, I didn't think he was scary. Now I don't dare." Zhao Jiadi said with emotion. During those years, he had to endure the pain of playing music in that room for more than ten hours a day.

During this period, I smashed the flower pot of the skinny man, threw the chess pieces, scolded him with red eyes, and ran by secretly. Except when the man was playing chess face to face, his expression was serious and unusually meticulous. The rest of the time, he was smiling and very patient.

He stared at Xiao Baliang's eyes very quietly, never talking about long and obscure truths. What he said back then were all things that Zhao Jiadi could understand at that time. At that time, Zhao Jiadi only cared about resentment.

I can’t tell the importance of many things. Now that I have experienced some things, looking back, it is not just fear or respect, but awe. In Zhao Jiadi’s knowledge, the only person who can slightly surpass Yang in terms of character is

The only one who is only half as good as the Qing Emperor is this master whose name and family background are still unknown.

"Then why is Shang Que so afraid?" Zhang Xuchu asked curiously. In his opinion, apart from Uncle Ba Liang, Shang Que is already the most powerful person.

"This is a bit complicated to say." Zhao Jiadi swallowed the buns and said vaguely: "In the past, Ma Qiao's grandfather spent his whole life writing a collection of historical research papers called "Gou Shen", which was passed down to Ma Qiao's father's generation.

Write, there was a fire that almost burned everything. Your uncle Shang's hair turned gray overnight at that time. He almost committed suicide. It is said that he was stopped by Zhao Sanjin, but the effect was not great. Zhao Sanjin asked my master to come out and work with Shang.

After talking for a day, my uncle regained his composure and continued to write "Gou Shen". You, Uncle Shang, are like someone in a martial arts novel who received enlightenment from an outsider. Many things were suddenly enlightened, and he was unable to get through that one at all.

I just stepped over the hurdle. I guess it was at that time that the little sparrow suffered a psychological shadow."

"This uncle is so powerful." Zhang Xuchu opened his mouth wide.

"For many people, you can't tell whether they are powerful or not just by looking at them. It's not enough to listen to their words. You also have to watch their actions and then guess their hearts. This is all a matter of great learning. Your Uncle Ba Liang is learning this now." Zhao

Jiadi touched the child's head.

Regardless of whether Xiao Babai understood it or not, he felt that what Uncle Ba Liang said made sense.

Zhao Jiadi suddenly laughed: "In my memory, the master got angry once. After I escaped, I was caught by Zhao Sanjin. I snored on purpose every day while sleeping for a week. He really couldn't do anything. That winter vacation, he

So the time for typing was reduced from twelve hours to ten hours."

Xiao Babai smiled and said: "Uncle Ba Liang is so smart."
Chapter completed!