In this era, Taigu had not yet opened high-speed rail, and old green trains were shaking all the way, stopping and stopping.

The scenery outside the window ran through sight, whistling away in a blink of an eye, just like a person's life, passing by.

When I was tired of watching, Zhang Shang fell asleep.

Ten hours later.

"Tianjin Station is coming soon, pack up and get off the bus..."

In the sleeper car, the train attendant choked and shouted.

Zhang Shang woke up when he heard the sound and looked out the window. It was as dark as ink.

He has been practicing boxing for nearly a year, and there have been obvious changes in his body. The boundary between sleeping and waking has faded, so he can know it in his dreams.

In fact, this is not mysterious. If you give birth to a child and go through confinement, you will understand that as long as the child has any noise, there is no need to remind you, and people will wake up by themselves.

Or foreign countries have cruel training methods, and use a whip to slap you in your sleep. For years, if you don’t whip yourself, you can develop a sense of sensitivity.

Listen to Yang Fansheng.

Practicing Xingyiquan requires three years of standing in a stance. This is a transformation process, which takes a thousand days to adapt to this change. Then walking, sitting and lying down are different, and you have the temperament of a warrior.

It is also said that in the old days, warriors who taught their disciples, and their descendants would be sent to other places if they did not teach them personally.

In one sentence, Zhang Shang understood.

Perhaps his relationship with Yang Fansheng has exceeded the boundaries of master and apprenticeship.

Perhaps Yang Fansheng was worried and didn't dare to control him. Learning martial arts was a chore, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand it and would break up his relationship.

Perhaps he still has a lot of favors for him, and he is not strong enough to face him, so he naturally cannot teach him, so he can only find a way to come to Tianjin to learn martial arts.

I carried my schoolbag and wiped it with a tissue to rub my face with greasy skin. It seemed like I had been watching movies all night in Internet cafes for some reason, but for some reason, my face was washed with oil stains.

After getting off the train, I followed the crowded crowds, passed a section of underground aisle, and arrived at the exit.

Looking around, there are old archways in Tianjin this year, and people dress simply and are rarely pretty.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, is Zhang Shang?"

"Yeah, I'm."

"You wear black and white short sleeves and shorts, right?"

As the words fell, a gentleman in glasses appeared in front of him. He was about thirties, tall and thick, with an artist's hairstyle, and looked very kind.

"My second grandpa asked me to pick you up, I'm Xu Haofeng."

This person feels sincere as soon as he opens his mouth and his words can convince people.

"Brother Feng." Zhang Shang smiled, neither humble nor arrogant.

"You're tired of hiking. Let's go home to rest first, or take you to visit the night view of Tianjin?"

“Everything is OK.”

"Then let's go for a walk first. If the foot washing and massager doesn't leave, let you loosen your bones." Xu Haofeng said, as if he had plans.

“…”

Zhang Shang was a little confused, so he was washing his feet and massaged... and you have to find someone who is of high quality...

He was hugged by his shoulders, walked through the endless stream of people, and came to the parking lot.

But what Xu Haofeng came to pick up was not a car, but a Jialing 125.

"Get on the car." He shouted, plugged in the motorcycle key, pedaled the start rod twice, thudding...

Without any sense that I could not bear to ride a motorcycle to pick up people, and I was as calm as eating and drinking water.

In Zhang Shang's view, in this increasingly impetuous era, there should be fewer such people, so who doesn't want to appear more decent?

This year, Tianjin City is lingering, deep and cool. Close your eyes and listen quietly to the ancient style. Many things from the old era have not disappeared here.

I was taken through the streets and alleys by Xu Haofeng, as if I was looking for something, and I ate some fried dough sticks and old tofu on the street.

Zhang Shang thought he would take him to a foot massage club, but he didn't expect that he just walked around and saw all the blue bricks and gray tiles, and then he got home.

An old courtyard house.

"My second grandfather has a car accident recently and is recuperating in the hospital. I will take you there in the past two days." Xu Haofeng parked the motorcycle and said.

"Is it okay for the old man?" asked, but he was a little shocked.

According to his understanding, this second grandfather should be the legendary peerless martial arts master. His kung fu is incredible. How could he get into a car accident?

As if he saw his strangeness, Xu Haofeng explained: "My second grandpa is 88 years old this year."

Eighty-eight, Zhang Shang nodded to show that he could survive a car accident at this age, and his physique was really not that strong.

In fact, Xu Haofeng's yard is quite shabby. The corners of the toilet are filled with honeycomb coal, and a few wooden boxes in the house are placed against the wall. The furniture is very old.

Only the bookcase is very bright, but it is not an antique. There are books like "Qimen Collection" and "Sanyuan General Records" on it, which makes it look like practicing Taoism.

After chatting for a few moments, Xu Haofeng asked Yang Fansheng about his recent situation and said, "You sleep in the west room tonight, and the sheets and quilt covers are all new."

"Thank you, Brother Feng." Zhang Shang said with a little gratitude.

Your family is not well-off and you can spend this money to buy him a new bed sheet and quilt cover. You have taken your time.

That night, Zhang Shang didn't sleep well, full of anticipation and freshness, and could not fall asleep for a long time.

The next morning, he got up before dawn and stood in the yard.

Xu Haofeng is here too. This person is a martial artist at first glance, so he naturally gets up early.

After having a meal, Zhang Shang thought Xu Haofeng wanted to teach him boxing, but he didn't expect that he would not open his mouth and just went back to the house to change into a gray robe, like a servant in a tavern.

Student Zhang was stunned...

But let alone, Xu Haofeng's outfit is really interesting. He is handsome and gentle. He bows his waist and is the lowest-level figure in society, and he likes the eyes.

"I went to the teahouse, no matter how nonsense I made, you just watch it." Xu Haofeng ordered.

Zhang Shang nodded mutely.

There is an old overpass not far from the residential area. It has been lively and has been repairing shoes, polishing scissors, selling plasters, and playing with birds...

Xu Haofeng seemed to be very familiar with these people. Every time he passed by, the stall owner would greet him and talk to him enthusiastically.

Then he took Zhang Shang to watch others work, without giving advice or introducing.

Until almost noon.

There is a teahouse next to the overpass, which is closed in the morning. When the boss saw Xu Haofeng coming, he smiled on his face, as if he could make a lot of money as long as he was there.

There are already friends in this teahouse, who came later than Xu Haofeng and did not know Zhang Shang.

Seeing him sitting on the table playing with his cell phone, he probably was idle, so he came up to talk, "Your mobile phone is good, how much does it cost?"

Zhang Shang said casually: "It seems like one thousand, I forgot."

"So expensive?" the guy said exaggeratedly: "I know a guy who can only be replenished for eight hundred yuan. You'll buy it more expensive."

"..." Zhang Shang was speechless, looking at the teapot a little unclean and the water was not open, and said, "That... man, please help change the teapot and heat the water by the way?"

"We all have this teapot here." The guy said with a lip lip: "Anyway, you are bored, and the teapot is inside."

That means you do it yourself and don’t treat yourself as a guest.

Zhang Shang was a little expressionless and didn't respond anymore. I didn't give any money when I drank tea, and the visitors didn't understand.

After thinking about it, maybe this guy has something wrong, he is unforgivable and deliberately gets angry with others.

There are many such people in life. If you don’t take advantage of your mouth, you will feel uncomfortable. You will be used to harming others and compliment yourself. Every word you speak is poisonous and you are very scarce. You also think that I am good at eloquence...

It was noon and the number of people gradually increased. Xu Haofeng, who had disappeared for a while, also came back and quickly served tea to the guests.

A guest wore a green jade ring on his hand, which looked like a fake. He took it out and used it to show off his thumb, so he was afraid that others would not know.

Xu Haofeng made tea for him, opened his mouth and asked with a smile: "Your finger ring is a bit old, how much did you buy it?"

The man said: "Six hundred yuan, gadgets, worn fresh for two days."

"You bought this very cheaply. I also bought a jade ring two days ago. It costs 3,000 yuan. It's so expensive, not as good as you."

"Is that right?" The man was very happy, and he felt relieved in his heart. He was in high spirits and said, "Making tea or not." He picked it up and drank it.

After making tea for this man, Xu Haofeng went to the next table again. In short, whenever he saw people, he would praise others and value them. Anyone who communicated with him would be happy.

Zhang Shang stared at him intently, thinking of the word "dead shop and living people open."

Every sentence makes people feel delighted. This is not flattery, but the cleverness of being versatile.

No matter what kind of person you meet, you can get along with him. That's amazing. If you are an official in business, then you will still be soaring?

...

On the first day of coming to Tianjin, Zhang Shang was a little disappointed and didn't see the master, but Xu Haofeng couldn't satisfy his appetite.

But after sitting in the teahouse all day, watching visitors and seeing the various humanities, Zhang Shang admired Xu Haofeng's ease.
To be continued...