An hour later, the old man's mouth was dry and Gao Yang had had enough. He remembered that he still had to deal with an undercover agent who came to him, so he said: "That's it for today. I'll ask you to tell the story another day.
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The old man smiled honestly: "I'm afraid that what I said is not nice and will dirty your ears."
"What you said is very nice." Gao Yang said, "It's much more interesting than those who talk about cross talk on the Spring Festival Gala."
When the old man walked out of the hot spring pool, the four security guards stared wide-eyed. They found that there was nothing wrong with the old man.
"Are you okay?" The security chief looked at the old man suspiciously.[
"It's okay." The old man touched his head and said, "You trained me for a while, but you didn't do anything. The master of the high hall is good." After saying that, the old man hurried away, as if he didn't want to talk to them anymore.
From that day on, the old man never took the initiative to tell stories to the security guards. Even after get off work, the old man refused and said, "I have things to do at home, and I have eighteen sons waiting for me to support them."
The old man stopped telling stories, and the life of the security guards became boring again. But every time Gao Yang came to the hot spring, he would ask the old man to accompany him in. This surprised them. They asked the old man privately, and the old man said it was nothing.
Rub his back.
The security guards couldn't ask Gao Yang if he really rubbed his back. But they knew that the old man's status in Gao Yang's heart should be extraordinary, because except for the regular cleaning personnel in the hot spring pool, no one had ever been qualified to enter.
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Of course, the old man still told Gao Yang stories in the hot spring pool. He tried his best to tell stories about his youthful experiences and imagination, which made him laugh so much that he was moved to tears.
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Gao Yang also became more and more fond of listening to the stories told by the old man. Sometimes the old man would even roar in Peking Opera, which aroused memories of Gao Yang's youth. He thought this old man was really interesting.
When Gao Yang was taking a bath in the hot spring, the old man always stood two meters behind him. Gao Yang never let him stand there, or let him get into the pool and soak together. But the old man just wanted to stand there.
The old man looked at Gao Yang's exposed back and sometimes showed a sinister look in his eyes. He had fantasies more than once. If he suddenly attacked here, could he take him down in one fell swoop?