From the Bird

"Brother, I have two things. I need to discuss with you."

Lei Jing said to Li Yan through the rearview mirror.

She is only in her early twenties, and in her manners and conversation she reveals her sophisticated sophistication around her forties.

"Ah, you said."

Li Yan rubbed his eyes.

"Secretary Zhou of the Association wants to hold a welcome party for you. The venue is at the White Swan Pavilion. In addition to my colleagues in the martial arts industry, he also invited many celebrities in the political and business circles. Alas, Chairman Chang will also come."

"Chairman Chang?" Li Yan thought for a while before he realized: "Oh! Chairman Chang."

He didn't care: "What else?"

"In addition, Hong Shengzu Pavilion, Mr. Guan Yantao Guan is critically ill."

The sound of wheels slipping was sharp.

The flat-headed man driving the car turned the steering wheel hard, and the black Bentley turned sharply, melting into the billowing traffic on the elevated road.

"Guan Yantao, huh, aren't you dead yet?" Li Yan had a rare cold look on his face, but the two words of critical illness spared him in his heart, Li Yan couldn't tell, his heart was sore.

The lights were everywhere outside the window.

Li Yan whispered, "Which hospital?"

Guangdong, White Swan Pavilion.

Luxurious carpets, dazzling chandeliers, black porcelain tableware on white tablecloths, clusters of flowers in the middle, and more than forty tables filled with people, a lively scene.

"The Mingheliu head of Foshan's Baihe Museum recurs old injuries and says the illness cannot come. Liu Sanyan, a sports school in Liancheng, had a sudden eye disease. I heard people were taken to the hospital. Master Bai Huan of Hongsheng Museum in Qinzhou refused to accept it. I returned to Guangxi yesterday. "

Talking life has a round face, wide nose and wide mouth. It is very friendly to laugh.

Secretary Zhou had dark hair and fair skin, and could not tell that she was already fifty years old.

"I'm also curious, how can people sneeze when they are stricken for a long time, and everyone present is more than half sick?"

The atmosphere was dull, and Secretary Zhou's right-hand side was looking more than thirty years old and his face was yellow. Middle-aged man with wide knuckles.

He swept around the table and blew a tea cup before he said, "Secretary Zhou, please be at ease."

The director of Hongshengzu Museum, the sixth generation of Cai Lifo, the vice president of Guangzhou Cai Lifo Boxing Association, Liang Fu.

"Those who haven't come, no matter if he really has a headache or brain heat, or if he intends to escape, there is no need to worry about it. Anyone who comes will not allow a foreigner to point at us. How can his father and son, Li, surrender, Guangdong for ten years I didn't recognize the Li word of Li Shi Wu Guan. Lei girl asked foreigners for help, which is a bad rule. "

"Correct!"

"Good!"

His calm words aroused the hearts of many people. The people around the tables should be in harmony.

Secretary Zhou sighed in a pompous voice: "I also want to be at ease, but Zhang Mingyuan, who didn't know where to come from, has made me ashamed a few times, and this ... eh."

Liang Fu's words intervened: "The kid who stabbed himself was only sixteen years old this year. We always had trouble shooting. We sent all our nephews, but Li Yan was different."

Secretary Zhou didn't speak, but sneered.

"I really look forward to your rotten wastewood. I want to tear the ghost girl off from the position of the chairman. It is just a dream."

Thinking of this, he peeked into the distance and talked about Chairman Chang with a smile.

"Li Chenglin's wish in his life is nothing more than taking root in the Guangdong art world. I can give you what Lei Jing can give, but I can give you what you can't."

"coming."

Liang Fu stood up from his chair, and a large number of people rushed to the door in the hall. Lei Jing pushed in and walked in with a smile on his face.

"It's been a long time, Standing Committee member."

The two members who were pale and white, but still full of red eyes, smiled, "I can't imagine that Hong Sheng's daughter has grown so big. I don't need to go outside, just call me Chang Bo."

"Chamber."

Knowing that the visitor was not good, Lei Jing still looked flattered, and his face was a little bit red.

Secretary Zhou, Liang Fu and others came over, each one tangled.

"Ah, President Liang, Uncle Zhou."

Lei Jing blinked her eyelashes. In the face of the old people who had been stunned for a long time, she had recovered the beauty and vivacity of a 20-year-old woman.

Secretary Zhou's face was very kind: "A Jing, doesn't mean that the owner of Li's Wukan is back, others, and members of the Standing Committee also want to see him."

Lei Jing bowed her head in distress.

"As soon as the elder brother got off the plane, he ran to the hospital to see Mr. Guan from Hongshengzu Pavilion."

Liang Fu's face showed an angry expression: "What face does he have to see my master?"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the member of the Standing Committee glanced at him, knowing that he was silent.

"The first thing to come back is to visit the elders in Mingsu. The owner of Li Guan is also interested."

Secretary Zhou's words were gentle: "Then, when will he arrive?"

Lei Jing's face was embarrassed. Secretary Zhou urged it a few times before he could barely say:

"Brother means, no longer."

...

The road was drizzling up and down. Li Yan was wearing a white sweater, jogging over in the rain, and the horizon was the roof of the People's Hospital.

"How is your hospital treated? I tell you, the old man has a good deal, your hospital can't take it around, call your leader!"

The man who gave birth to a pair of broomsticks spit, his fingers were poking at the face of the little nurse. With sharp words, the scolding nurse wiped her tears.

There are dozens of young men and women in the corridor, and the hospital front desk looked at each other with anger and anger.

The woman in the chair had red eyes and apparently had just cried.

"A Chan, it's not about the hospital. Don't make trouble."

The broom eyebrows were still arrogant, and waved their hands again and again: "Rolling ~"

The intern nurse holding the file sucked her nose, turned her nurse shoes and ran fast.

Around the corner, Li Yan walked upstairs with his pocket in his pocket, and the little nurse covering her nose with her hands came forward.

"Miss nurse, do you know the patient named Guan Yantao, in which room?"

"Turn left to the sixth room." The girl courageously did not cry.

"thank you."

Li Yan's face was dull, he looked up to count the ward number, and there was no martial arts student in front of him at all.

He hit his elbow on the shoulder of a martial arts student.

"You're not **** ..."

The sound of the word "you" is quite loud. The word "mo" is out of tune. The word "long" is like a little girl opening a room with friends and meeting her parents.

Li Yan really didn't hear it, and his tall and thin body brushed his tongue, and the two sides separated unconsciously.

Suddenly, Li Yan stopped.

"It's here."

He looked away, and everyone around him saw him like Yasha evil spirits. A few even crept up to the stairs.

"What are you doing!"

Talking was a pretty young woman with big waves and an angry look.

Li Yan recognized this as Guan Yantao's granddaughter and glanced at his mouth.

"Look at the death of Guan Guan?"

"you dare……"

Her voice faded, Li Yan bowed her head, grabbed the woman's chin with her palm and hit the door. Make a loud noise.

"I don't shy away at beating women, and you don't know it."

Yaque was silent all around.

The broom named A Chan turned his back and faced the wall to punish the station. The tip of his nose was facing the hospital slogan: "No loud noise is allowed."

Li Yan looked around, his mouth twitched, and he took a sip toward the ground. He released the woman and pushed the door to enter. With a flick of his hand, his movements were lightened.

"Squeak ~"

A blue curtain wrapped the bed. A beeping sound was uploaded from the instrument. The table was filled with fruit baskets and was in a private room.

Li Yan took two steps forward and stretched the curtains.

He originally thought that he should see a tube stuck in his nose, bones glued on his face, and a skull-like withering face.

But lying on the bed was an old man with a ruddy face and a ruddy complexion. It was just pinholes on the arm.

Guan Yantao opened his eyes, and the dark pupils glanced at Li Yan, as if nothing unexpected.

"coming."

Li Yan looked at the old man, and his heart was mixed.

I came to Guangdong at the age of twelve, Bai He's capture, Cai Lifo's stick, Mo Liu's short soldier lion art, and Li Yan learned art with six masters.

Outsiders are blindfolded, even more so with an investment caster. Can become a craft here, and nostalgia in the heart.

He returned to his hometown several times in the past ten years, and complained to his brother every time.

The Yankees have a bad personality, they are not used to eating southern food, and the Shimen brothers here in Guangdong are not honest. How?

But at that time, Li Yan, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, was struggling again, and wanted the people here to give himself a thumbs up and think of himself. I want those brothers to call themselves "Dayan" sincerely.

I really do n’t care, I do n’t like it, why not forget it.

Li Yan has laughed away at those tangled youth minds. But I still respect and hate these old guys.

He wanted to say a good question, but when he came to his mouth, he was not too polite:

"Isn't this jumping around?"

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