Chapter 2
"Yangyang, what are you doing here alone?"
The wooden door on the side of the house opened wide, and a strong old man who was about nine meters tall walked out.
The old man’s hair is sparse, but a handful of goatee is very well maintained. He is wearing a daoist robe-like wide dress, gray in color, and two black dragons are embroidered on his forearms on his sleeves.
This is his grandfather, Wang Xinlong.
Wang Xinlong is eighty out of ten this year, with a standard inverted triangle figure, strong muscles and strong spirits. A pair of piercing eyes, looking at people for a long time, will give people a strong sense of overbearing.
Because of his long-term practice of boxing, his upper body is extremely muscular and his body is a little out of shape.
Besides, my left arm has been injured before, so I have been wearing a black metal arm guard.
Wang Yiyang always thought that metal armband was cool when he was a child, because there are many beautiful patterns carved on it.
But then I learned that wearing that stuff is actually very hard, especially when it is hot.
When he was young, Wang Xinlong has always been a well-known temperament nearby. If he doesn't agree with him, he will start beating people.
But when I get older, I feel more peaceful, and my attention is focused on teaching dísciple and my children and grandchildren.
Later, his son had no choice but to give up, so he wanted to take Wang Yiyang to inherit Legacy. Unfortunately, Wang Yiyang also quit.
The twisted melon is not sweet, so Wang Xinlong has no choice but to pin his hopes on the discipline.
"Are you in good health? I wake up so soon." Wang Xinlong laughed and patted Wang Yiyang on the shoulder.
"Fortunately, there is a gym in the company, and I often exercise with colleagues." Wang Yiyang calmed down and replied with a smile.
The feeling just now, he doesn't know what it is, but vaguely, he thinks it should be related to Eldest Senior Brother Zhong Can.
Does Zhong Can already have bad thoughts at this time?
Wang Yiyang's heart shuddered slightly.
At this time, he suddenly regretted that he hadn't studied grandfather's martial arts seriously since he was a child, so that he is now helpless and helpless.
Don't talk about martial arts fighting, it's just a comparison of body shape. If Eldest Senior Brother Zhong Can is really malicious, killing him is like pinching a chicken to death.
He has seen Zhong Can carry strength.
The hundreds of kilograms of stone mills in the corner of the yard, he lifted up like a piece of dried tofu, extremely relaxed.
'But now in modern society, martial arts and so on are outdated. My choice is not wrong. It's just that my life plan has not really developed yet. 'Wang Yiyang retorted.
"How about it, I haven't been back for so long, do you still feel used to it?" Wang Xinlong walked to the side with his hands behind his back, leaning on the tree trunk and looking at the night sky.
"Fortunately, there are a lot of insects. Wiping insect-controlling water is useless." Wang Yiyang answered honestly.
"That's your blood type is fresh." Old Master said with a smile, "Those mosquitoes are used to eating our blood and want to change their taste. The same goes for your dad, every time you come, mosquitoes I'll tell you all to go."
Wang Yiyang followed laughed. "Have grandfather ever thought about moving to the city?"
"No. What's so good about the city? Even a place for exercise has to be robbed. A site as big as a palm in the park. You have to lose money if you bump and bump it. Trouble!
It’s like the country, not so detailed, but not so squeamish."
"But you are alone in the country. I have been sick all my life..." Wang Yiyang persuaded.
"Isn't there all of my disciplines? Your Zhong Can brother is also there. I'm afraid that no one will take care of them?" Wang Xinlong said with a laugh. "You are still worried that you can do it yourself, find me a granddaughter-in-law earlier, and have a great-grandson for me to play with."
Wang Yiyang casually chatted with grandfather. He has not been like this for many years. , Have a good chat with Old Master.
Usually I am either busy studying or working.
It was getting late and the moonlight like a tulle shone. The Old Master stood for a while, burped, and seemed to be interested, and started to talk nonsense with his grandson.
In the small chat, Wang Yiyang tried to hint several times, but didn't know how to speak.
Finally, the Old Master took his words as jokes or dreams, and passed away with a wave of his hand, not caring.
Wang Yiyang is also helpless.
"Let me tell you that the set you learned is simply no future. What kind of shit Internet work? It's not a part-time job. A few thousand dollars a month can be used as a shit, not enough money for Laozi's alcohol."
Old Master hiccuped and continued.
"If you want me to tell me, you should give me back to dojo and learn martial arts well. Exploitation is strong."
Wang Yiyang was upset when he said that, but after all, it was his grandfather, and he had to endure it no matter what.
But his youngster got angry. After being trained for a long time, he said that his study and hard work were useless, and his heart was speechless, so he couldn't help but reply.
"Actually, I am not as bad as you think outside."
He was born in a family with average conditions and his parents are travel reporters. This is a new development in recent years. This kind of profession, specializes in going to tourist attractions to test and verify, and then write column articles.
The income of parents is not high, and there are no people in sight all year round.
So he was almost brought up by grandfather since he was a child.
Later, it was a bit older, and the rebellious period came. Tiantian and grandfather faced each other, and then they were beaten every day.
Wang Yiyang has a tough temper. No matter how badly he is beaten, he is not convinced.
Later, Wang Xinlong was drunk and beat Wang Yiyang into a hemorrhage of the spleen when he beat his grandson. He almost belched and was beaten up by his grandmother on the spot.
He never played Wang Yiyang again. No longer forcing Sun Tzu to learn martial arts.
Later, Wang Yiyang became a little older, more sensible, and consciously started to study hard. Went to school in a better city.
So the grandfather and grandson also gradually estranged.
It was not until later that Wang Yiyang went to university and he had more free time, so he gradually got more in touch.
Actually speaking of which, Wang Yiyang has been taking care of everything in his life since he was in high school. Apart from giving him money every month, his parents rarely talked about him.
He is also very well-behaved, very sensible, and never asks for extra parents.
Later, he went to a farther place to study at university, and he had fewer contacts. It is common to call once a month.
After graduating, Wang Yiyang did not continue to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but directly found a job in his counterpart—Appraisal Master, an Internet product.
"It's not that bad? Are you not that product Appraisal Master? Hehe, I have asked it at most five thousand in a month." The Old Master stretched out five fingers at this time, with a mocking look on his face.
"..." Wang Yiyang was speechless.
came back to his senses, he quickly described the strange feeling just now to grandfather in detail.
"It was scared by something, and the gods moved the anger." Wang Xinlong frowned, "There is no major event, that is, you usually watch less ghost horror movies, and calm down."
"What is calming down?"
"When I am strong, watching ghost movies and horror movies is called using stimulation to exercise my spirit.
But I am weak, Looking at these again, the spiritual roots will be shaken.
If the spirit is not solid, the breath will be unsatisfactory, and the body will naturally be affected. If you move at all times, you will be timid and fearful."
" Understood..." Wang Yiyang nodded said clearly.
"Okay, okay, go back to bed. It's late." Old Master chatted for a long time, and finally got tired, turned his back and shook his back to the room.
Wang Yiyang watched him leave, feeling mixed.
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In the house.
Zhong Can stood by the window, his expression calm and indifferent.
His strong body is like a human sculpture in the dark, hard with a certain inexplicable horror.
'Wang Yiyang seems to have noticed something. '——Black silkworm.
He lowered his head, looked at the fluorescent light on his mobile phone, and quickly pressed the button with his finger to send an encrypted message.
Beep, the phone came to reply.
'Do you want to kill him ahead of time? So as to avoid errors. '——Dada.
'He will leave the day after tomorrow, and when he is on the way back, he will start. '——Black silkworm.
'Are you coming or me? '——Dada.
'You. If I do it, Wang Xinlong will detect it. '——Black silkworm.
'Well, just let him have a car accident. '——Dada.
'Yes, but if he really finds out something, I will shoot directly, and you are ready to cooperate at any time. '——Black silkworm.
'Of course. '——Dada.
Slap.
The phone screen instantly clears all information, and then the screen automatically turns off, as if an invisible hand is clearing all traces of chat.
Zhong Can lifts the head, looking at the beam on the beam in the dark, it hasn't moved for a long time.
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The night is getting deeper.
Wang Yiyang changed into his pajamas and lay on his back on the bed in the house.
The sound of the nanny fetching water and watering the flowers was faintly heard from the yard outside.
The water from the well hits the metal barrel, constantly making hua hua crisp noises. It merges with the surrounding silence late at night, but it becomes more quiet.
Wang Yiyang was lying on a hard wooden bed, breathing cold air in his nostrils, and he could smell a little bit of musty in the room.
The quilt and mattress on the bed seem to have been unused for a long time. There is a slight damp feeling, and it feels moist to the touch. There is a coolness that penetrates into the bones.
Wang Yiyang tugged at the quilt, how could it not be warm.
He has a dry mouth. He licked his lower lip with his tongue, but accidentally licked his lips with an unknown soft object.
It seems to be fruit peel, but also like bean curd.
Salty, a little disgusting, he quickly reached out and pinched the soft thing, flicks with the finger.
Slap.
The thing seemed to hit the wooden table in the room, making a very small noise.
'How to solve it...'
Wang Yiyang looked at the darkened wooden beams, sighed in his heart.
He feels that he has sighed his breath for a year in the past few days.
'Judging from Zhong Can's performance today, he has hardly concealed his malice. In front of grandfather, perhaps he still had some restraint, but in front of me...'
He recalled the previous meeting.
He doesn't think that is his own illusion.
Zhong Can’s room is next door.
Maybe the two are no more than three meters apart at this time, and they are separated by a wall.
At the thought of this, Wang Yiyang felt groggy and couldn't fall asleep.
Tossing around on the bed, it took more than half an hour before he entered a half-dream and half-awake state.
Unconsciously, after being confused for an hour or so, he vaguely heard a sound outside the window, but tried to open his eyes to see, but found nothing.
After several consecutive times, Wang Yiyang couldn't fall asleep anymore. He simply woke up, got up and sat on the bed, and sat until dawn.