Xue Laosan arrived in the capital at 7 o'clock in the evening. There was also a special car prepared by Qi Rusheng to pick him up and drop off. The journey was naturally fast. At 7:30, he arrived at Songzhuzhai.

Songzhuzhai in late autumn is just like six years ago, with flowers as thick as brocade and green bamboos, but Xue Laosan is in great mood and has no idea of ​​enjoying the scenery.

As soon as I stepped into the main entrance and had not reached more than ten meters, I saw Lao Wang hurried over to meet him.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with the old man? What disease is wrong? Why haven't you been sent to the hospital? What are you doing..."

Xue Laosan's eyes were red, and he was rushing to ask questions, which was extremely harsh.

But Lao Wang did not answer, his face was solemn, and he pulled Xue Laosan away.

Walking all the way, bypassing the bamboo forest, the main tiled house of Songzhuzhai was looking away from afar. As soon as he saw the open door, Xue Laosan slowed down, without it, just because he suddenly realized that Songzhuzhai was too abnormal at this moment.

Because at the gate, he did not see the traffic. At this time, there was no one outside the main house, and he could not see the clouds. This was not the attitude that the old man should have seriously ill.

"Uncle Wang, what's going on?"

As he spoke, Xue Xiang reached out and pulled Lao Wang who was moving rapidly in front of him.

"You'll know when you get to the ground!" Old Wang reached out and waved Xue Xiang's big hand, "But the old man was just angry, so angry that he called Zaijiang, and hoped that you would come back quickly to persuade him."

Upon hearing this, Xue Lao San almost choked to death without breathing. He was racing, rushing into the airport, and even beating the world for a special plane. In the end, he was fooled.

In an instant, Xue Laosan was full of anger. He stepped on his legs, jumped over Lao Wang, and arrived at the hall in a moment.

The main hall of Lao An’s house will never light. Under the bright candlelight, Xue Lao San saw An Zaijiang standing in the hall at a glance. He wanted to seek punishment. His eyes were fixed and his mouth was opened. Suddenly he couldn’t close it because he clearly saw a familiar figure kneeling in the hall. After a closer look, it was An Zaihai.

What is An Zaihai now? He is a member of the Wuzhong Provincial Party Committee and a member of the Central Committee. He is truly a rank-in official. There are several figures in the world. Even if Mr. An is a strict tutor, he should not let An Zaihai kneel down in the hall no matter what. What's more, there are An Zaijiang, Chen Dao, and Zuo Qiuming here. After all, no matter how close these people are, it is not easy for them to see An Zaihai like this.

"The third brother!"

Xue Xiang was surprised and suspicious, An Zaijiang Xian saw him. He immediately came forward and shouted.

Because he had deceived Xue Laosan, An Zaijiang was approaching and squeezed Xue Laosan's eyes first. He reached out and pinched Xue Laosan's big hand, implying that the situation was urgent and he had no choice.

In fact, there is no need for An Zaijiang to explain. Seeing An Zaihai like this, Xue Xiang knew that his trouble was worth it.

That's right? How many people in the world can see the Lord of the Province.

Xue Xiang and An Zaijiang said a few words, then nodded to Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao, as a greeting. After all, An Zaihai is so good at greetings with everyone.

"Uncle II, where are you singing this? I remember that the old man's birthday has not arrived yet?"

Xue Xiangzai'an squatted down beside Jae-hai and asked with a smile on his face.

After a while of observation, he made this statement. If An Zaihai had a grievance and pain, he would not have said this. But when he looked at him, An Zaihai had bright eyes and nostrils facing the sky, obviously full of grief and anger, and was full of dissatisfaction. Therefore, Xue Laosan's relaxed route was the right medicine.

An Zaihai glanced at him and snorted, but he really didn't say anything.

Xue Laosan didn't expect him to tell him that he was ugly. Originally, An Zaihai asked him, the junior, to see his appearance, and he felt mostly embarrassed. This reaction was reasonable.

When Xue Laosan asked this question, it was just a matter of saying hello to An Zaihai. After all, the elders in the room were greeted, so it was difficult to ignore him, Secretary An.

After talking to An Zaihai, Xue Laosan stood up and walked towards the old man's study.

Because the old man was not here, he was expected to be in the study room, which was anomaly. No one in the whole An family could enter his study room without the permission of the old man. However, Xue Laosan had such privileges. Not only that, the old man's room of books, even quotations that the great leader had personally commented, were allowed to read. I don't know how many people I envy of Mr. An's eyes were envied.

Xue Laosan arrived at the study room, but did not find the old man. He turned back to the hall and saw An Zaijiang whispering at him, but he looked outside the door.

Sure enough, when Xue Laosan stepped to the door, he saw the old man walking in the pavilion hundreds of meters away, playing Tai Chi. Although he couldn't see which school, he was very stern and neat.

After not seeing each other for several months, the old man seemed to be much older. His already thin hair was almost gone, and his forehead was covered with patterns, like chisels and carved. He was in good spirits. Although he couldn't see his face clearly under the lamp, Xue Laosan could see his energy and spirit by practicing martial arts and watching the human body movements.

The old man's stern look was not clever, but his movements were evenly stopped and his stretched out strongly. Compared with ordinary old men, he was more than just a little better than that.

"good!"

When he got closer, Xue Laosan suddenly shouted.

The old man looked at the sound and looked at him with a smile on his face, but Fang Zhan immediately restrained his smile, "It was the third brother who called you to come, what a quick move!"

Obviously, the old man became stronger and stronger, and he could see through the inside story in the blink of an eye. Originally, Xue Laosan was working in Mingzhu at this time, so it was not so coincidental that the An family changed, and he was in Beijing.

Xue Laosan avoided answering and said with a smile: "Look at you, these two boys, have a foundation of fifty or sixty years. What's wrong? Could it be that you, as an instructor at the Whampoa Military Academy, teach this to the students?"

"What a fool, I know that my old man can't see you in these two tricks. However, our move is not bad, but I'll tell you that when I was the chief guard for President Sun, I used these two tricks to protect the President and avoid many assassinations!"

Xue Xiang is a master of conversation and naturally chooses topics. Together with this topic, he immediately brought Mr. An into distant memories.

Recalling the past, the years are thick, and people are old, they love to recall memories. Mr. An’s life can be regarded as exciting and passionate. It is worth talking about. There are so many things that Xue Laosan is a friend who is obsessed with him. As soon as he talks about these words, the old man immediately talks.

After talking for more than two hours, Xue Laosan couldn't stand it anymore. He was impatient to talk to the old man. There was a rank-in official kneeling in the main hall. No one kneeling for more than two hours, it would be a bad feeling!

Finally, when Xue Laosan took advantage of the old man's mistakes he made in his life, he found a quick break and interrupted: "Who can never make any mistakes in his life? Change them after making them, make them again after making them, and make them again after making them. They are all tempered!"

Sure enough, Xue Laosan's sketch of Zhao Benshan aroused the old man's dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about? I've made a change, I think this is purely a shameless face!"

"I'm so shameless, let's talk about it later. Master, you have said you have made many mistakes, but I have never heard of them. You have made any mistakes and suffered any serious punishment. But now my second uncle has broken his knees in the hall. You can't always be lenient and discipline others strictly, right?"

When fighting with the old man, Xue Laosan has never fallen into the peak. Among them, he has a lot of jokes and his ability to put on a hat is also first-class.

Just now, Xue Laosan said a sarcasm. The old man glared at him fiercely and walked to the court first.

The old man stood firmly on the main seat of the hall, and Xue Laosan rushed into the hall and helped An Zaihai up.

An Zaihai became stubborn, but was finally helped up by Xue Xiang. He wanted to say that after struggling at this moment, An Zaihai was purely acting, and he had already scolded Xue Laosan in his heart.

Who made Xue Lao San talk about the old man this time? It took so long to persuade him. On weekdays, this guy was so quick to persuade him. But this time, the old cow pulled the cart. An Zaihai made the most malicious speculation. This guy Xue was afraid that he didn't want to see Secretary An's joke, so he deliberately neglected it.

It's no wonder that Secretary An is malicious. At this moment, he was really old and had a pain in his knees. If he hadn't held his breath in his heart, he would have collapsed long ago.

Xue Lao San helped An Zaihai up, who glared at him fiercely, waved his hand and pushed Xue Lao San away.

But he knew that Secretary An was not qualified to show off at the moment. Xue Laosan had just let go of his hands, and his knees were not at all effective, so he immediately fell down. Xue Laosan was quick to help him hold him, hugged him and sat on the chair, and then lifted a bench to put his legs on the stool. He showed off his skills again and repeatedly massaged his knees. In a blink of an eye, the blood stasis melted, and An Zaihai was so comfortable that he shivered.

Clinker An Zaifang screamed happily. With a bang, Old Master An slapped him heavily on the table, "What do you think of him? I deserve it. Isn't he going to show off his power? Don't you need help? See how capable he is and whether he can fall to death!"

Obviously, Mr. An took advantage of the fact that An Zaihai pushed Xue Xiang away and took the opportunity to get angry.

In an instant, Xue Laosan listened to the word "showing off" and it was obvious that Secretary An must have done something that he thought was clever on his back, but in the end he had violated the old man's taboo.

This is not the first time this second young master An has done such a bad thing in the short history of Xue Laosan and An. He has a great record.

However, this time it seemed particularly intense, but for a moment, Xue Xiang couldn't think of it.
Chapter completed!