Only those who are extremely familiar with the internal affairs of the Zhao family are qualified to know that there are two foreign Bodhisattvas in the Zhao family's mansion, one inside and one outside, one martial and one civilized. The former is Huang Fengtu, who is independent of the world and has no desires and desires. The latter is more secretive and has family background.

They are all blank, and even members of his immediate family, including Zhao Jiadi, do not know his name. The person visiting the Zhao family today is the middle-aged man who is even more unknown than Old Man Huang. He has withered fingers and an ordinary appearance.

If even the old Buddha of the Zhao family hadn't alerted the generals and made an exception early to wait at the gate, and Shang Que's father, Shang He, who had studied hard, would rarely leave the study and wait together under the jade lion of the town house, then someone would figure out something different.

It means ordinary, otherwise no one would take a second look at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

The man took a bus from Haining Town, Beidaihe. When he arrived at TS Industrial Zone, he called for a tricycle and rushed to Zhaojia Village, or what the elders call Yinlong Village. When the driver saw the mansion, he was stunned and failed to follow him all the way.

He talked about the price of cabbage, the passengers who talked about the difficulty of life, and the two big lions. There were two to three hundred thousand people in the industrial area, and there was no one like Zhao Taizu, the most prosperous and arrogant Zhao Taizu in the village. Those who could get through the gate were either rich or noble. In ts

Even Hebei walked sideways and couldn't afford to offend him. The man paid the money and saw the big battle after getting off the car. He showed no expression of gratitude and did not pretend to be sophisticated. Instead, he naturally quickened his walking pace and came to Lafayette.

He smiled and said, Auntie, how are you? The old Buddha of the Zhao family smiled brightly and was particularly energetic. He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, Ping An. It would be better if you could visit my old lady more often. Ping An, Ping An, what a good name."

Just saying it on your lips brings you good fortune. The withered man smiled heartily and shook hands with Shang He, who was both a disciple and a friend. Shang He usually kept his emotions to himself, but today he was very excited. He would have dared to give him guidance in front of his eyes.

The benefactor and mentor who has passed through the maze will first go to the house on the top of the mountain to be a guest, and then he will be dragged directly to the house to have a long discussion and study knowledge. Under the overwhelming materialistic desires, sitting and talking with real scholars is the greatest pleasure in Shang He's life. It is a pity that he is in seclusion.

When it comes to building cars, the only one I can talk to in this life is the person in front of me.

The man walked slowly to the top of the mountain with Lafayette, and said with a smile that Auntie should walk more, this is the real way to maintain health. Lafayette, who is known for his stubbornness, nodded and accepted it happily. Brother Zhao Yan hid beside his mother Huang Fangfei, not even thinking about it.

Dare to take a peek, this little kid has always been very indifferent to such outsiders. Half of it is fear of unknown things, and the other half is a bit naturally incompatible, with conflicting fates. This is actually the influence of his grandfather Zhao Shanhu.

Zhao Jiadi has more innate advantages, but this advantage has been selectively ignored by many people. Even if he occasionally takes it seriously, he has never investigated it deeply. Even his direct relatives, such as Zhao Wupao, do not take this detail too seriously.

, it’s no wonder that the insiders involved in the secret war between the Japanese and Japanese turned a blind eye. When they arrived at the house on the top of the mountain, the withered man, who had only come to Zhao’s house for the second time, looked at the splendid decoration and smiled, obviously he was interested in Zhao Taizu’s taste.

I don’t agree with that. In fact, when the Zhao family built a house on the top of the mountain, he set the tone for the layout. After he made the decision, Master Kanyu, whom Zhao Taizu invited later, arranged the details. The jade lion at the door was used as a roof to hide the wind and collect water.

The two rows of ancient trees on the mountain road and the fish pond in the backyard are all created by him.

After sitting down, the man and Lafayette talked about commonplace topics, without any shocking remarks. Hong Lutai and Li Zhibao, the two powerful sons of the capital, were very interested at first, thinking that a legendary figure came here, but they did not expect that the conversation was dull.

, Li Zhibao was the first to lose interest and went to the gym to continue to exercise muscles. Hong Lumo was a little better, sitting quietly in the corner of the crowd, gentle and elegant, with the elegance accumulated by everyone's ladies. Wang Banjin knew that his best friend was a staunch atheist, so he chose him in a bad way.

Hearing some strange anecdotes about middle-aged people came to my mind, and my best friend, who had an extremely high IQ and hated the theory of Feng Shui, frowned and smiled bitterly.

Huang Fangfei chatted for a few polite words and then went to take care of the private wine cellar. Before that, she took Zhao Yan, who had suffered a lot and had a deep hatred, to practice piano. As soon as her mother left, she didn't dare not to play the piano, but played in a mischievous way.

After playing "Two Tigers", not satisfied, he spoiled the "Internationale" again, and finally improvised "Exodus". After finishing the work, he laughed and was extremely proud. Zhang, who was biting his pen and preparing for his homework,

Xu Chu couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed up with the book and smashed it twice. The two little brats immediately started a round of battle. It was mostly the same routine. Brother Zhao Yan shouted, Xiao Babai beat, Brother Zhao Yan fled, and kept using it.

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Wang Banjin and Hong Lutai, who had to join in the fun in the living room and lobby, were speechless for a while. Wang Banjin said with disdain, "You have some backbone, Pigeon, okay? Even at a loss of 800, I am still your nephew in name only." Brother Zhao Yan sat in front of the piano again, playing and singing "Arrived in 1978"

After the 1982 version of "March of the Volunteers", he shamelessly said that Xiao Babai doesn't respect the elderly, but he must love the young. Wang Banjin was too lazy to pay attention to this live treasure, and told Brother Zhao Yan to get out, and encouraged Hong Lumo, who had already passed the tenth level of piano, to come up

As soon as he showed his talent, Brother Zhao Yan was eager to have a scapegoat, so he started to flatter him non-stop. Hong Lutai was no match for the "perfect match" of the two siblings, and played a Mozart concerto. As we all know, Mozart is one of the greatest pianists, classical music.

The most outstanding performer, but he has almost never written a piano solo that can compete with his great works. As a die-hard Mozart, Hong Lumosi once had a red-faced debate with a Beethoven crowd around him.

The piano is placed in the corridor of the stairs. It is a Steinway grand piano that was specially purchased from a collector in Germany for a large sum of money and flown in. It is in excellent condition and its sound range can reach an astonishing 7.25 octaves. It is full and perfect.

The piano was so precious that Hong Lumo was envious, so as she listened to Brother Zhao Yan play, she silently recited the words "waste of natural resources" several times in her mind. The piano is not small, which shows how large the area of ​​this corridor is. Everything in the Zhao family's garage is full of color.

The BMW 7 Series actually doesn't cost much, and even in the eyes of some rich people, it is just a nouveau riche. But if you look at this piano again, you will be stunned. It is undeniable that the overall taste of the Zhao family has improved. Huang

Fang Fei contributed a lot. After Hong Lutai finished playing, Brother Zhao Yan rushed up to give him a warm hug, but was slapped away by Wang Banjin. Hong Lutai quickly fled the place of right and wrong. She was really helpless towards Brother Zhao Yan, a standard dandy.

He is harmless to humans and animals, and he looks like Jia Baoyu's skinned goods who can instantly kill girls in the future. However, Brother Jia likes to eat women's rouge, while this guy likes to directly take advantage of women. In this regard, Hong Lvcai has a good impression of Zhao Jiadi, who is relatively unsociable.

In the living room on the first floor, there are only four middle-aged men, Lafayette, Shang He, and Zhao Jiadi. One is a withered and yellow scholar who only wants the word "peace" in his name, and the other is Lafayette who scares the little devils from all directions.

One is an old-fashioned man who devoted his whole life to the book "Gou Shen", and the remaining young people have a unique mentality. No one is sharp, no one is deliberately performing, no one is groveling, no one is fawning, and the atmosphere is natural

Peaceful and harmonious. During the chat, a man named Ping An said that it would take two or three days, but Lafayette said it was too hasty. It would be better to stay a few more days and have a lively Spring Festival together. Shang He also agreed, he had too many

I wanted to ask this strange man for advice. The youngest Zhao Jiadi naturally had to serve tea and water, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense. However, he really hoped that the master could stay for a while, at least it had not been too long to make the master look down on him by playing unreasonable chess.

That’s it.

After chatting, the man took Zhao Jiadi to the small courtyard of Mr. Huang Fengtu. He asked the old man for a pot of tea. Shang He, Zhao Jiadi and Zhang Xuchu all drank. Halfway through the drink, Shang He suggested that

The man Zhao Jiadi, master and disciple, held a conversation with each other. Before the middle-aged man could say anything, Mr. Huang smiled and said, "You guys come here empty-handed, you can't drink a pot of tea in vain. Zhao Jiadi is not afraid of embarrassment.

He asked Xiao Babai to move the chessboard and chess box. The little guy quickly ran to the study, where Hong Lutai was reading an excerpt from a book by Zhao Jiadi. When he saw Zhang Xuchu fiddled with the chess box and chess pieces from the cabinet, he curiously asked who wanted it?

Playing chess? Xiao Babai told Uncle Ba Liang and his master. Hong Lutai smiled and said I will help you get the chessboard. So Xiao Babai brought an oil bottle into the yard.

Zhao Jiadi, a scholar from the Kuhuang Kingdom, one master and one disciple, sat facing each other.

They all have exactly the same back, straight back, and sit upright.

Both of them didn't have many surprising and innovative ideas at the beginning, because they knew the basics and made hasty plans. They seemed to want to quickly enter the middle game and start the real wrestling.

The winter sun shone on everyone, creating a warm feeling.

Beginner Zhang Xuchu looked at Uncle Ba Liang, and then at Uncle Ba Liang's master, the uncle who once played a game of chess with him in a small town house. He admired Uncle Ba Liang with his eyes, but he admired Uncle Ba Liang more.

Shang He has good Go skills and is very focused. Mr. Huang is a rough martial artist and a layman at this, but he can still watch with squinting. Hong Lv Tai quietly stood beside Zhao Jiadi and subconsciously glanced at the quiet young man.

A little surprised. If the usual Zhao Jiadi is not outstanding, there is no doubt that he is very different sitting in front of the chessboard. It is not that his appearance has changed, but his temperament has completely changed. Finally there is more

Hong Lvcai, who was observing the opportunity, stared unscrupulously. She found that this young man in his early twenties had a rare calm aura. In short, he was not impetuous. As for more, Hong Lvcai was not a god. It would depend on what happened next.

A leaf in a chess game tells the story of autumn.

Hong Lvmosi secretly enjoyed herself.

Because this guy is so interesting. After the serious start of the game, he is not like the rampant Chinese trend. After only 30 moves, he starts to act irresponsible. To be precise, he is "playing a hooligan". His shots on the lower right are almost unreasonable. Typical

He has unreasonable moves, and is fighting on two fronts. Every move and every move must be compared with the opponent. The white move is relatively calm, not ruthless, and not sharp. The soldiers will only block the water and cover the ground, and the situation is not yet clear.

Zhao Jiadi's black chess seems to be as fierce as a tiger, but there are not many on the ground, and the white chess is not without great results. Especially the lower right corner is huddled, barely able to work, and it is very likely to be raided by the black chess's deflection.

, but after all, it has an upper hand in the upper left corner.

Shang He watched with gusto and watched the chess without saying a word.

Mr. Huang drank tea and squinted his eyes, not looking at the chess board, but at Zhao Jiadi, who was playing chess with a arrogant attitude but remained motionless.
Chapter completed!