From the Bird

"I thought you would never go back to Guangdong in your life. Girl Lei really has a way."

When he was halfway there, he waved again, "Ah, sit."

Guan Yantao sat up on the bed with his hands on his back. He had a raised head, thin eyebrows, slack lips, and two dark eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't make it this time."

After the old man said this, the two were speechless for a while.

Li Yan sat on the chair with his buttocks and folded his hands, saying nothing.

Guan Yantao laughed silently, his mouth and chin being a dark T-shaped. It looks a bit scary.

"Come back, stay long?"

"The pavilions are all sold, just leave when you're done."

The old man gave a whisper, he looked at Li Yan, and took a long time to breathe out.

"To this day, I can only be happy if I talk to you."

After a pause, he also said, "Li Chenglin first came to Guangdong to pay attention to the pavilion, so he should look for me, why should he find Lei Hongsheng?"

"My father sought you first. Your people are too treacherous."

Li Yan said indifferently.

Guan Yantao squinted his eyes unpleasantly: "My people are walking around? Hehe, maybe."

He turned his words: "But I have been with Lei Hongsheng for ten years, but what happened? I don't speak, Li Shi Wu Guan, who knows?"

"Yes, you ..." Li Yan fiddled with his fingers, staggered his face, and said in a dark tone: "I won't even recognize my dad."

Guan Yantao looked stunned and said neatly, "I can still eat two bowls of rice at the age of ninety. Your father is only in his forties, and he went wrong."

What else did he want to say, a sharp cough in his mouth. He coughed and stretched out his fingers.

"Under the pillow, you, cough, take a look."

Li Yan opened the pillow. Inside it was a sealed invitation. Seeing the date of posting, it was written three years ago.

He took it apart and scanned the contents.

The main idea is that Guan Yantao of Hongshengzu Pavilion was on guard and invited various martial arts museums in Guangdong to participate in the opening ceremony of the new museum owner of Li's Martial Arts Museum.

Three years ago, Li Chenglin died, and the new museum owner here was Li Yan.

The old man's eyes were dimmed: "People die like lights, and I wrote a post at that time, and let the local martial arts hall hold your field."

"But I didn't expect that after the first seven days of Chenglin, you pick your filial hat on your front foot, and then you come to kick in the hall. From Foshan to Guangzhou, there are nineteen martial arts halls. Your family went to the door and smashed their martial arts hall in person. Signboard. It's self-defeating in Guangdong martial arts. "

"When I get the letter, you're on the train back to the north."

Li Yan closed the fire seal and put it on the table: "I'm interested."

The old man stabbed Li Yan with his fingers: "You have a smaller temper, and even if you do it later, your father's wish in this life will become. You cub!"

Li Yan disagreed and shook his head:

"When Dad is old, he will occasionally be stupid. If anyone is alive, I have to bite my teeth up and down as a good or bad son. But when a person dies, he cannot be stupid anymore. The most stupid thing in my life is You people have been fooling around for ten years, and you never forget that you want to open a martial arts hall. "

Guan Yantao exasperated: "Jack, you just say your dear?"

Li Yanhaha smiled: "He hit dozens of rattan from his childhood to the big. I was beaten and killed until he died. I didn't even hide, can't I say a few words to him?"

"Jack! Improper!"

The old man pursed his lips, staring at Li Yan's cold eyes for a moment, discouraged.

After being silent for a while, Guan Yantao asked Li Yan: "What are you going to do when you come back this time?"

"Official affairs, my cheaper sister and sister understand better than me. Real swords and guns don't require me to shoot. I just stand in the way of human beings."

The old man closed his eyes and shook his head: "The little guy who stamped his feet was not bad, but it was a little bit worse than you were then. In the words of your northerners, by virtue of him, you can lie in the National Art Association.",

"I'm not his opponent at the age of sixteen. Your old man is gone."

The old man didn't want to entangle with Li Yan on this issue. He said to himself, "I haven't had a few days to live. For more than 90 years, I should have taught everything. If you really learned it, just one of you."

"Dare. You have thousands of old disciples. Not bad for me."

Li Yan's attitude remained cold.

Guan Yantao frowned and heard:

"Hum, Zhou Litao's foundation in the association is not shallow, but I want him to come down, and it won't take much effort. The same for your sister and sister!"

Li Yan was not anxious and not angry, with his back tilted and his legs crossed:

"That's how powerful Mr. Guan is. In the first words you said, my dad couldn't make it even after ten years, you are amazing."

"Well, I would like to ask you to say one more thing today and see if I can make it out today."

The two were almost seventy years old, and the three sentences and two sentences were all gunpowder.

Guan Yantao slaps his hands on the table, uncontrollably angry: "I've shown you the post, what do you want me to do? Kneeling for Li Chenglin?"

Li Yan's eyes widened: "I just don't understand. You do n’t understand the old feelings so much. My dad was ten years old in Guangdong. It ’s not an old word? You have to wait for someone to die before you write a post. Why do you want me? Gratitude? "

Li Yan's eyes seemed to stimulate Guan Yantao.

"You blame me ... why don't you blame Lei Hongsheng for not being capable? He promised to build a martial arts hall for your father and let the master of martial arts all over Guangdong accompany him. Did he do it?"

"His surname, Lei, speaks from north to south. You hang under his door. Has he taught you a trick or a half? I taught it!"

The old man was very excited: "Who taught the kung fu you captured? Whose teacher did you find the shelf and pile of kung fu? You blame me?"

Guan Yantao coughed suddenly. He gasped, covering the sound of the instrument.

Halfway, the old man said hardly:

"I hate the face of your father's frustration. But I'm glad he has such a talented son as you."

Li Yan's face was full of saliva, he lowered his head and wiped his face.

For a long time, he snorted:

"It's all over. I didn't blame you for the original thing. You can't repay the gift of teaching in the past. I can't pay it back. It's just foolish."

Guan Yantao stared at the back of Li Yan's head for a while: "Zhou Litao is still Lei Ya, it doesn't matter. President of the Guoshu Association, if you want it for her, I can give it."

"... What about the conditions?"

The old man stared at Li Yan: "On the day of my death, you stand at the front and help me."

Li Yan's eyes glowed with a strange look, speechless for a long time.

...

The following afternoon, led by Cai Lifo's ancestor boxing club, a large number of Southern traditional martial arts leaders spoke out in support of Lei Jing, granddaughter of Lei Hongsheng, former president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, and took over as chairman.

Last night, he also pointed out at the seminar, "To resolutely put an end to nepotism, the martial arts association is not a single word, let alone hereditary." The chairman of the Southern Sports Federation, stated publicly the next day: "The development of traditional martial arts and martial arts in China Inheritance requires more young blood, and the Association needs a young man with a spirited spirit ... "

Fascinating Facebook comes one after another.

Corporal Lei Jing Lixian, Zhou Litao's organs were exhausted. But the curtain has come to an end before the drama has begun, and the two have clearly divided the victory and defeat before they even play.

After fulfilling his wish, Lei Jing asked Li Yan and Zhang Mingyuan to meet, but Li Yan refused.

"Two days, not two days."

"So, how long will it take?"

"The later, the better."

Ten days later.

Rainy days. The rain hits the peach blossoms, and the flowers fall out of the window.

There was a faint cry in the corridor. In front of the old man's bed, one was his only son Guan Shanyue, who returned from business in his early years, and the other was Li Yan.

"When I was in my eightieth birthday, I wrote to myself the life union: I am confident that my life is worthy of death, dare to face the blue sky after death. Hehe. They dare not write, taboo this dead word. I do not taboo."

"In 44 years I was on Wende Road and shot and killed the senior official of the puppet government Chen Yaozu. I was shot in my heart, the bullet case was not easy to take, and it is still on me now, Da Yan, do you say that my life is hard?"

The old man's throat surged. His eyes fluttered.

"In 48 years, Mr. Ye served as president and political commissar of the North China Military and Political University. I escorted him to the headquarters of Shijiazhuang, Hebei. He stayed there for two years. Dayan, you say a few, just say, your famous old general there, I They all know. "

"Dad, just rest."

Guan Shanyue, who had black and white hair, advised.

"70 years, I write, I write to ..."

Guan Yantao's breath was getting shorter.

"Father." Li Yan held the palm of the old man with both hands.

"Last thing about it, don't think about it."

"Not wanting? Not wanting not." Guan Yantao muttered to himself.

"Later more than ten years later, and now more than ninety, you asked me if I was afraid of death, and I was panicked. I was so guilty? No."

"I'm ashamed, I can't ask Qingtian when I'm dead. I'm sorry about your father, I want to recognize it. If you can recognize one, you can't stop it. It seems like this ninety-year-old is not as you think Lei Luo, simply, will not recognize. "

"I'm hot-tempered and I have to decide everything. When Shan Yue's mother walked so early, I always wondered if I was too angry ..."

"I read a little book when I was young, and I remember a sentence of madness that inevitably pretends to be true.

The old man slapped tightly.

"Dayan, do you say that in my life, I was crazy and pretended to be true?"

Your fingers slipped a little. Guan Yantao closed his eyes.

The air seemed to be choked tightly, and for a short while, the house was crying loudly inside and outside.

Li Yan looked down.

Flowers fell out of the window, and among the floating water, rustling rain hit the peach blossoms.

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