"Huahua, be polite, this is a guest, welcome!" Old Yang Tou gave an order to the puppy, and the puppy named Huahua was also clever, and soon wagged his tail, fluttered his front paws with joy, and made a welcoming gesture.

Ha ha! Wang Baoyu felt very funny, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Yang, is this a?" ”

"A male dog can't be called Huahua." Old Yang Tou corrected Wang Baoyu's prejudice and added: "It! In the summer, I like to bite those flowers and plants the most, so I will give it a life. ”

"People say that dogs eat grass, that is because they have the heart of a donkey, and this puppy is really unusual." Wang Baoyu praised.

"Dogs are human, sometimes stronger than people." Lao Yang Tou said, obviously dissatisfied with Wang Baoyu's compliment, you know, for a widowed old man, the puppy is his best friend and partner.

As soon as he entered the house, Wang Baoyu felt a different atmosphere, everything was very neat, it could be said that it was spotless, and the warm air was filled with a faint fragrance of ink. In the middle of the living room, there is a neatly framed calligraphy, with four big characters of "Tranquility and Far-reaching", which is vigorous and powerful, vigorous and free. On the large table below, rice paper was spread, and there was an unfinished painting, and the clean inkstone placed next to it shimmered softly.

Wang Baoyu asked curiously: "Uncle Yang, who do you live with on weekdays?" ”

Old Yang Tou replied: "It's just me, oh, and Huahua." ”

Wang Baoyu pointed to the calligraphy on the desk and asked in disbelief: "Is this your practice?" ”

Lao Yang replied with a smile: "When you are bored, you can draw two strokes, it should be a pastime." ”

"Uncle Yang, didn't you say you don't know how to read?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise.

Old Yang Tou laughed for a while, as if he had realized it and said, "These are all words?" I always thought it was a painting, and I followed it all day long. ”

Wang Baoyu understood that the old man was joking with him, how could a person who could write calligraphy not know words, and from the perspective of calligraphy skills, Lao Yang Tou could be called a calligrapher.

The unfinished words on the table are a couplet, the upper one is "self-improvement", and the lower one is "Virtue Load", Wang Baoyu knew the origin of these eight words, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Yang, do you still read the Book of Changes?" Isn't this the symbolism that Mr. Kong made for the two hexagrams of the I Ching? ”

"If you don't read the Book of Changes, you can't understand it, I just know that this is the motto of Tsinghua University." Lao Yang Tou said casually, and went to carefully look at the calligraphy that had been written, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.

"Uncle Yang, what are you doing here?" Wang Baoyu asked puzzled.

"If it's not well written, you can't keep it." Lao Yang said quite seriously, spread rice paper, took the brush soaked in the canned bottle, dipped it in ink, and began to write again.

Wang Baoyu watched from the side, Lao Yang Tou wrote and looked, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and kept writing more than a dozen, Wang Baoyu's hungry stomach growled, Lao Yang stopped the pen, and left his name Yang Hongjun with satisfaction, and said to Wang Baoyu: "Well! It's okay to write this time, it's a bit of Ouyang Xun's taste, young man, I'll give it to you! ”

Wang Baoyu hurriedly expressed his gratitude, patiently waited until the ink was dry, and carefully folded it.

Lao Yang Tou got up and went to make a pot of tea for Wang Baoyu, and then went to simply cut some cooked food and put four small plates, Wang Baoyu wanted to open the good wine he took from the car, but was stopped by Lao Yang Tou.

"Young man, don't drink your wine, drink mine first today, I've been letting it go for years." Lao Yang Tou said, from the cabinet in the corner, took out a porcelain bottle, Wang Baoyu knew, it was a rare 59-year-old Moutai!

"Uncle Yang, you are too polite, such a good wine, you better keep it for yourself!" Wang Baoyu said flatteredly.

"What to leave behind! I'm so old, maybe I won't wake up when I fall asleep one day, drink early and earn early. Old Yang Tou said indifferently. Before Wang Baoyu could stop it, Lao Yang had already neatly removed the red plastic cap and opened the red plastic cover. Old Yang Tou poured Wang Baoyu a full cup and said, "Come, how about tasting this wine?" ”

Wang Baoyu hurriedly took it with both hands, and saw that the Moutai wine in the white porcelain wine glass was crystal clear, and the faint light yellow wine color made people intoxicated when they looked at it. Raise the cup and put it under your nose to smell vigorously, and immediately a pungent aroma of sauce came to your nose, which made people feel refreshed, Wang Baoyu couldn't help but feel good, and shouted, "Good wine!" ”

Wang Baoyu stretched out his neck and drank it all, only to feel that the wine tasted mellow, full of fragrance, and had an endless aftertaste. Wang Baoyu sniffed the empty cup again, and the residual aroma inside was no less than the feeling of entering the mouth.

Old Yang Tou asked happily, "Another drink?" ”

Wang Baoyu smashed it and said, "Come, let's drink together!" I'm going to have money, drink Moutai every day! ”

The wine is fragrant, the friendship is stronger, the old and the young raise their glasses to drink, laugh heartily, for a while, there is really a taste of forgetfulness. Through a short contact, Wang Baoyu felt that although Yang Hongjun, an old man, had a stubborn personality, he was meticulous in his work, and there was no lack of cuteness in his words.

"Uncle Yang, you turned out to be an old Red Army!" Wang Baoyu pointed to a group photo on the wall and asked, this is a black and white photo of some years old, with a wide frame, Yang Hongjun in the photo is young and handsome, dressed in a military uniform, leaning on his woman with two ponytails, looking very simple.

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Lao Yang Tou immediately came to his senses, took a sip of wine, and said proudly: "Speaking of the past, fighting Japan, fighting Lao Jiang, sleeping in the open air, and fighting horses, that is called a happy life." ”

"Uncle Yang, you are still as strong as you were back then, and it will not be a problem to live to be a hundred years old." Wang Baoyu said complimentally.

"No, when people are old, they are only left with memories as companions, unlike you young people, like the sun at seven or eight o'clock, full of vitality." Old Yang said with a sigh.

"Uncle Yang, we have little experience, we want to learn more from you." Wang Baoyu said.

"Young man, after you came, you really did a few great things for the people, I admire it. In the beginning, I told him to open the park, but he wouldn't listen. Old Yang Tou said.

"Secretary Yang also has his difficulties." In front of the old Yang head, of course Wang Baoyu can't say bad things about the Yang side, after all, they are a family.

"It's not like that, reform and opening up, the economy is good, and people's greed will rise." Old Yang said with something in his words.

Wang Baoyu did not continue this topic, for fear that his words would be too wrong, and then it would reach Yang Fang's ears, which would only increase his troubles, change the topic, and talk about the eight-year anti-Japanese war and the three-year civil war.