Thousands of Hearts

"Yangyang, what are you standing here alone?"

The wooden door in the side room opened wide, and a strong old man of one meter and nine meters came out.

The old man had thinning hair, but a handful of goatees were well maintained. He was wearing a large dress like a robe, gray in color, and two black dragons embroidered on the forearms of the two sleeves.

This is his grandpa, Wang Xinlong.

Wang Xinlong is eighty-nine years old this year, with a standard inverted triangle shape, strong muscles and a strong spirit. A pair of eyes have bright eyes. Looking at people for a long time will give people a strong sense of aggressiveness.

Because of his long practice of boxing, his upper body muscles are extremely developed and his body is a bit out of shape.

And the left main arm had been injured before, so he always wore a black metal arm guard.

When he was young, Wang Yiyang always thought that the metal guard was cool, because there were many beautiful patterns carved on it.

But later I learned that wearing that stuff was actually very hard, especially when it was hot.

When he was young, Wang Xinlong had always been famous for his anger in the vicinity. He would hit people if he didn't agree.

But after getting older, he became much more peaceful, and focused on teaching his disciples and children and grandchildren.

Later, his son did not hesitate and gave up, so he wanted to take Wang Yiyang to inherit the mantle. Unfortunately, Wang Yiyang did not live or die.

The twisted melon is not sweet, so Wang Xinlong is helpless and can only pin his hope on his apprentice.

"Is my body good? I'm awake so soon." Wang Xinlong laughed and patted Wang Yiyang's shoulder.

"Fortunately, fortunately, there is also a gym in the company, and I often work out with colleagues." Wang Yiyang calmed down and replied with a smile.

That feeling just now, he didn't know what exactly it was, but vaguely, he thought it should be related to the master brother Zhong silkworm.

Isn't that already a bad idea at this time?

Wang Yiyang's heart froze slightly.

At this time, he suddenly had some regrets. He regretted that he didn't seriously study the grandfather's martial arts from an early age, so that now he is helpless and helpless.

Don't say that martial arts fighting is simply a comparison of the body shape. If the master brother, Silkworm, is really deliberate, killing him is like pinching a chicken.

He's seen the strength of the bell silkworm.

With hundreds of pounds of stone mill in the corner of the yard, he lifted it like lifting a piece of dried tofu, extremely easy.

‘But now it ’s a modern society, martial arts have long been out of date. There is nothing wrong with my choice. It's just that my life plan hasn't really developed yet. ’Wang Yiyang retorted.

"How's it, I haven't gotten used to it for so long?" Wang Xinlong walked to the side with his hands on his back, leaning on a tree trunk to look at the night sky.

"Fortunately, there are a lot of bugs, and it is useless to wipe insect repellent water." Wang Yiyang answered honestly.

"That's your blood type is fresh." The old man laughed. "Those mosquitoes are used to our blood and want to change their tastes. The same is true of your father. Every time you come, the mosquitoes will bite you."

Wang Yiyang followed with a smile. "Does Grandpa ever think of moving to the city?"

"Don't go. What's so good in the city? Even a place to exercise has to be robbed. A slap in the park is so big that you have to lose money if you break it. Trouble!

It's not as fine as a country, but not so coquettish. "

"But you're alone in the country, in case you get sick," Wang Yiyang advised.

"Isn't all of my apprentices all here? You brother Zhongcan is also there, and you're afraid nobody will take care of it?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "You're still worried that you're better. Find me a granddaughter earlier and have a great-grandson for me to play with."

Wang Yiyang casually chats with his grandfather, and he has not chatted with his grandfather for many years like he does now.

Usually either busy studying or busy working.

It was getting late, and the moonlight like tulle was shining down. The old man stood for a while and drank a wine goblet. It seemed that he was intrigued, and the mouth foam began to waffle with his grandson.

In the chat, Wang Yiyang tried to hint several times, but didn't know how to speak.

After all, the old man took his words as a joke or a dream, and waved his hand and passed.

Wang Yiyang was helpless.

"I'll tell you that the set you studied has no future at all. What kind of **** works on the Internet is not working for people. A few thousand yuan a month is a fart. It's not enough for me to drink."

The old man continued with a drink.

"If you want me to say something, you can return to the Martial Art Museum for Lao Tzu and study martial arts well. Even if you don't learn well, I will still have some industries for you to hold. It is better than working outside and being exploited."

Wang Yiyang was upset by what he said, but after all he was his grandpa, so he had to bear it.

But his young man's temper came up, and he was trained for a long time to say that his studies and hard work were useless, and his heart was speechless, and he couldn't help but reply.

"Actually I'm not as bad as you think."

He was born into a family of ordinary conditions, and his parents were travel journalists. This is a new profession in recent years. He specializes in going to tourist attractions for testing and verification, and then writing column articles.

Parents don't have a high income and can't see people all year round.

So he was almost grandparents since he was a child.

Later, it was a bit bigger. The rebellion period came. Every day, he and Grandpa stood up, and then they were beaten every day.

Wang Yiyang's temper was tough, no matter how badly he was beaten, he was not soft.

Later, when Wang Xinlong was drunk, he hit his grandson with Wang Yiyang, causing his spleen to bleed. He almost broke his fart and was beaten on the spot by his grandma.

He never hit Wang Yiyang again. No longer force Sun Tzu to learn martial arts.

Later, Wang Yiyang became a little bigger and more sensible, and consciously began to study hard. Went to school in a better town.

So the grandparents gradually alienated.

It wasn't until later that Wang Yiyang went to college and had more free time before slowly getting more connected.

In fact, from the beginning of high school, Wang Yiyang has been taking care of everything in his life. Apart from his regular monthly payment for his parents, his parents rarely ask him anything.

He is also very good and sensible, and never asked for additional parents.

Later, he went to college farther away and had fewer contacts. It's common to call once a month.

After graduating, Wang Yiyang did not continue to take the postgraduate examination, but directly found a counterpart professional Internet product appraiser.

"Not so bad? Aren't you the product appraiser? Oh, I asked for at most five thousand a month." The old man held out five fingers at this time, with a mocking expression on his face.

"" Wang Yiyang was speechless.

After returning to God, he hurriedly described the strange feeling just now to Grandpa in detail.

"It was frightened by something, and God was impressed." Wang Xinlong frowned. "It's not a big deal, you just watch less ghost and horror movies and stay calm."

"What is calmness?"

"When your spirit is strong, watching ghost movies and horror movies is called stimulating your spirit.

But his own spirit is weak, and if you look at these, you will shake the spirit.

If God is not fixed, Qi will not be smooth, and the body will naturally be affected. A little wind and grass will make you timid. "

"I see." Wang Yiyang nodded and made it clear.

"Okay, let's go back to bed quickly. It's not too late." The old man chatted for a long time, and finally was a little tired.

Wang Yiyang watched the other party leave, his heart mixed with emotions

The room.

Bell silkworm stood by the window, looking calm and indifferent.

His strong body is like a human sculpture in the dark, hard with some inexplicable horror.

‘Does Wang Yiyang seem to notice something? ‘Black silkworm.

He lowered his head, watching the fluorescent light on his phone, and quickly pressed his finger to send encrypted messages.

Beep, the phone came back.

‘Will you kill him ahead of time? To avoid leaks. ‘Dada.

‘He ’s gone the day after tomorrow, and when he ’s on his way back, he ’ll start. ‘Black silkworm.

‘Are you coming or am I coming? ‘Dada.

'you. I will notice when Wang Xinlong starts. ‘Black silkworm.

‘Okay, just let him have a car accident. ‘Dada.

‘Yes, but if he really notices something, I ’ll go straight and you ’re ready to cooperate. ‘Black silkworm.

'of course. ‘Dada.

Snapped.

The phone screen instantly clears all information, and then the screen turns off automatically, as if there is an invisible hand cleaning up all chat traces.

Bellworm raised her head and looked at the horizontal beams on the beams in the darkness.

It was getting darker.

Wang Yiyang changed his pajamas and lay on his back on the bed.

There was a faint noise from the yard outside to water the flowers.

The well water hit the metal barrels, making a continuous bang. Blending with the surrounding silence late at night, it is even quieter.

Wang Yiyang was lying on a hard wooden bed, breathing cold air in his nostrils, and still smelling the mildew in the room.

The quilt and mattress on the bed seemed to be unused for a long time. It had a subtle moist feeling and was moist to the touch.

Wang Yiyang yanked the quilt and couldn't cover it.

He had a dry mouth, and licked his lower lip, but accidentally licked an unknown soft thing on his lips.

Seems to be a peel, but also like tofu.

It was salty and a little disgusting, and he quickly reached out and squeezed the soft thing, and flicked his fingers.

Snapped.

The thing seemed to hit the wooden table in the room, making a very small noise.

"What should I do?"

Wang Yiyang sighed, looking at some darkened wooden room beams.

He felt that he had sighed his breath for the past few days.

‘From the performance of Zhong Silkworm today, he has hardly concealed his malice. In front of Grandpa, maybe he still has some convergence, but in front of me ’

He recalled the previous gaze.

He didn't think that was his illusion.

Zhong Silkworm's room is next door.

Maybe the two were not more than three meters apart at this time, and they were separated by a wall.

When thinking of this, Wang Yiyang felt frightened and couldn't sleep.

After wandering on the bed for more than half an hour, he entered a state of half dream and awake.

Unconsciously, for an hour or so, he faintly heard something outside the window, but tried to open his eyes and found nothing.

After several times in a row, Wang Yiyang couldn't sleep anymore, soberly awake, got up and sat on the bed, just sitting until dawn.