Chapter 232: The Man and Woman Both Disappeared in the Explosion 8
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Xin Gan was called by Mr. Nangong on the phone. She followed her into the private room. There were still not many people in the room. Mr. Nangong was waiting for her two little granddaughters. Nangong Piao was standing beside her with a frown. When she saw Xin Gan coming, it was like seeing a savior.
Pan waved to her: "My dear, you are here, help me continue."
As soon as Nangong Piao came to visit his grandfather, he forced him to play Go. He didn't know how to play Go. Now he is being killed and running around in unspeakable misery.
At this time, Yan Mo mentioned that Xin Gan was particularly good at playing Go. The old man also saw that his grandson was too useless, so he asked Yan Mo to call Xin Gan over.
Mr. Nangong was sitting cross-legged next to the chess pier, holding a white piece in his hand. When he saw Xingan push the door in, he waved to her kindly: "Xingan, come here and play a game with the old man." [
Xin Gan changed into comfortable slippers by the door, and Nangong Piao quickly gave up the empty position on the other side of the chess pier.
She sat down as told.
He took a careful look at the remaining chess pieces on the chessboard, and shook his head with a smile: "Grandpa Nangong, the black man in this game is about to lose, and you still want me to continue with you? Isn't this bullying the young? Isn't this heartless?
Dry."
Her half-annoyed and half-shocked words made several people present cover their mouths and chuckle.
The little granddaughter who was making tea quietly next to Mr. Nangong laughed the most. She covered her mouth and said naughtily: "Grandpa, you are really bullying the young."
"Go, go, go." He waved his hand to his granddaughter, looked at the chess board again, and said regretfully: "That's it, let's play a new game. It's just a pity that this game is so bad. Nowadays, the juniors are not good enough. They don't even know chess."
It’s hard to find, why should you smile? I’ve told you since you were a child that you can cultivate yourself by playing Go. After teaching you for so many years, you are now at this level, and you can still laugh. Even a girl can’t compare with it.”
Nangong Piao was speechless by the old man.
Xingan looked at it and couldn't help but smile and smooth things over: "Grandpa Nangong, Xingan can play this round with you, but if I win, I want to ask you for something."
"Win?" Mr. Nangong stroked his beard: "Can you still win in this situation?"
"Grandpa Nangong, just tell me whether you agree or not."
"Okay, tell me first, what do you want?" He looked at his heart and smiled calmly, still holding the white piece in his hand, staring at the chessboard and thinking that children nowadays are arrogant and will lose.
The Bureau still wants to save the situation, which is simply unreasonable.
Xinggan sat upright with a little excitement, holding the black piece in his hand, and replied slowly: "Six Chapters of a Floating Life written by Shen Fu of the Qing Dynasty. I heard that Grandpa Nangong has the last two chapters. If I win this game, Nangong
Grandpa, can you give up your love and give me a gift?"
"You little girl, where did you hear this? How did I get the last two chapters? Everyone knows that only the first four chapters of "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" remain. Where did I get the last two chapters?"
His eyebrows dimmed and he remained calm.
Xingan smiled mischievously: "Grandpa Nangong, just tell me whether you agree or not. As for how I know, I will keep it a secret, okay?"
"This..." That was a rare and unique copy that he had been searching for for decades. How could he be willing to give it to him? How could this girl know about it? She was too cunning to part with it.
He asked one after another: "You little girl, you want that antique thing and you can't understand it. What do you want it for?"
He smiled heartily: "Give it to my great-grandpa. He has the first four notes in his hand and has been thinking about the last two notes. It's a pity that he is here with you all the time. He can't find the last two notes. I will go to see him in a few days.
Great-grandpa, this is just a gift. Grandpa Nangong, do you think my filial piety is the beauty of adulthood?"