Chapter 122 Encountering the Great God in the Hutong
"Well... my partner is not from Jinling University, he is a double Ph.D. from Harvard University in the United States." Wang Yaocheng explained weakly.
He Yan reached out and grabbed Wang Yaocheng's ear and said;
"Trying to lie again!"
"You are so young and you are telling lies. We don't believe you."
Chen Jingyi has a somewhat weak personality, and she is not embarrassed to take action, but she firmly stands by her classmates.
Wang Yaocheng quickly begged for mercy;
"What I told you two seniors is the truth. Look, my partner is here."
Mr. Huo Jiaguang, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked over gracefully, with a smile as bright as spring breeze, and talked about Hong Kong;
"Dazhahao, I am Huo Jiaguang, and I introduce two beautiful girls who are fashionable and sharp. They are very fashionable and sharp." (These two girls are so stylish, really fashionable, sharp, and very impactful!)
This is a real foreign guest!
Compatriots from Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan and overseas Chinese all enjoy the treatment of foreign guests. Of course, they are also treated as foreign guests when purchasing tickets at tourist attractions.
He Yan was surprised and involuntarily put down the hand that was holding her ears, but she was still confused. She looked at Chen Jingyi in confusion and saw that she was almost the same as him. She didn't understand two words in a sentence.
Wang Yaocheng explained helplessly;
"Speak in English and we can communicate. These two senior students from Huaqing University can also understand me."
"Hello, two beautiful ladies, I am Huo Jiaguang, and this is..."
Mr. Huo Jiaguang's English is more pure and has a strong Oxford accent. There is nothing he can do about it. When he went to school in Hong Kong, his English teachers were all from the UK, so naturally he would not be biased towards Americanization.
"Acheng, your partner." Wang Yaocheng interrupted.
"It's a friend of Acheng. I'm glad to meet you. If I have the honor to learn more about this beautiful ancient city with you, it will be an honor for me. If I have the opportunity to go to Hong Kong, I will be your tour guide."
"Oh well."
He Yan and Chen Jingyi finally understood. They looked at the young Wang Yaocheng and then at the smiling Mr. Huo Jiaguang, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked like a Confucian elder. They actually agreed with what they said.
In particular, this uncle seems to be very knowledgeable and should not be a liar.
The city of Yanjing is very peaceful at night, with stars dotted on the distant Milky Way and a gentle breeze blowing around.
A group of four people walking on Chang'an Street felt that the sky was very high and the air was particularly fresh. Dogs barked from time to time in the alleys on the roadside, giving them a strong sense of life.
People enjoying the cool weather sat outside their houses, sitting in groups of twos and threes on mats or small benches, swatting mosquitoes and flies with cattail fans in their hands. Children chased and played around the alley, creating a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
In the alleys of Yanjing City
Wang Yaocheng walked in front enthusiastically, greedily absorbing this vivid life scene. It felt very real. It would be difficult to see this scene in less than two years.
When refrigerators, color TVs and air conditioners became popular, no one wanted to go outside to enjoy the cool air. They all hid in their rooms with the air conditioner on and watched TV series. This kind of happy scene was no longer seen.
The electrical appliances of modern life not only bring comfortable enjoyment, but also subtly change the way people live.
Hutongli
The summer heat is unbearable, and mats and bamboo beds are lined up one after another. Adults and children are willing to sleep outside, no matter who is with whom.
Friends can even sleep on a mat together with four or five people, and at most they can light a stick of mosquito coils to repel mosquitoes.
Walk along the alley
Suddenly, a black rubber football flew over.
Wang Yaocheng turned sideways to stop the ball with his chest, caught the football firmly, bumped it twice on his feet, and kicked the ball back gently before it even hit the ground.
"This guy is really good at playing football. Hey, if you don't have time to do this, you can still show off. What's going on... practice."
"Practice, practice, come on!"
At the entrance of this alley, a dim street lamp hung on a telephone pole, illuminating the surrounding area so that one could barely see clearly.
Under this street lamp, seven or eight young men, all sixteen or seventeen years old, were playing a football with great interest. Although their skills were not very good, the key was their high enthusiasm.
It is completely impossible to play football in the dark so late without strong interest.
Wang Yaocheng became interested and prepared to show off his skills and take pictures of these raw people.
I think back then, I played in an amateur football team for several years and was much more skilled than these half-grown boys.
"Brother, go on."
"Okay!"
Wang Yaocheng deliberately showed off his skills. He watched the football flying towards his chest. He ducked sideways, raised his right leg high and hooked it with the arch of his foot. This was a difficult way to stop the ball with his feet and intercept the ball steadily.
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"Wow, what a master!"
"Yoha! This ball is so smooth to play, so authentic."
The half-grown young man on the opposite side exclaimed, and Wang Yaochengpan rushed over with the football;
"You guys, look at me."
"Don't even think about it."
With the ball at his feet, Wang Yaocheng saw the two boys in front of him hit the goal and blocked the defense. He easily passed the ball through his crotch and passed the two people deftly. The two boys were unable to turn around and were already far behind.
Front
A tall boy learned his lesson, tightened his legs tightly, and spread his arms like a hawk catching a chicken to try to stop him.
Wang Yaocheng kicked the ball with his heel, and the football jumped high over the tall boy's head. He also passed by like the wind, ran forward and hooked the football back with one foot.
He swayed flexibly left and right, as if the football was stuck to his feet. The opponent couldn't stop him despite all his efforts, but was knocked around a few times.
After rushing into the shadow of no one, Wang Yaocheng jumped up and kicked the ball with one foot, then kicked the football back.
The tall boy rushed forward and hit the ball hard. The ball changed its direction and hit the window of a house. There was only a "crash" sound, and the window glass was simply shattered, and more than one piece was shattered.
Several young men were stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed;
"Hurry up, Old Liu will blow up the temple (hurry)."
With a whoop, a few half-grown men rushed into the darkness and disappeared quickly. Sure enough, there was a roar;
"Who did this? On such a hot day, let me put mosquitoes in the house. If you are a man, just stand there. Anyone who dares to do it will come to your house."
Wang Yaocheng shrank his neck in fear, raised his feet and wanted to run, but stopped after thinking for a moment.
If you really run away now, you will be embarrassed.
At a glance, he saw Mr. Huo Jiaguang sitting on the bamboo bed next to him, looking around boredly. The uncles and aunts here didn't understand English, let alone his Hong Kong dialect, and they couldn't communicate at all.
Wang Yaocheng quickly called him in English;
"Brother Iemitsu, please come to the rescue!"
Mr. Huo Jiaguang finally found his place. He stood up swaggeringly, walked towards an angry old man with a cane, and said to the stiff Gangpu;
"Lao Xiansen, please don't be angry. Please speak slowly if you have something to say!"
The old man was stunned, looked at Mr. Huo Jiaguang, the anger on his face slowly eased, and asked;
"This matter has something to do with you."
"Okay, boss, kiss your four sons." (No, boss, please stop it)
The old man smiled angrily and said with a cane;
"Okay, don't bother me here with your tongue hanging around and listening hard. Do you know how to speak English?"
"OK, the level is just average!"
The old man spoke in fluent English;
"I know this matter has nothing to do with you. If you intercede for someone, just tell them. I, Liu Hanmo, am not unreasonable."
At this time, Wang Yaocheng came over and said;
"Uncle, it was my fault."
Mr. Liu Hanmo looked him up and down and said with a straight face;
"If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, there is no greater good. You didn't run away like other bastards, which means there is still room for improvement. Let's go into the room and talk about it."
"Why!"
Walking into the room in the alley, there are three rooms in a row in the east wing. They have traditional antique furnishings and look very charming.
The biggest feature of this room is that there are many books. The bookshelves are piled full of books, with the fragrance of calligraphy and ink.
Several pieces of the window glass of the main room were shattered, and a dirty football fell on the desk next to the window, knocking over a pool of ink and splattering ink everywhere.
"Mr. Liu, I'm really sorry. We will definitely make sufficient financial compensation and hope you can forgive me."
Mr. Huo Jiaguang acted as the peacemaker in the middle, which made the old man less angry. He waved his hand and said;
"Forget it, it's not a big deal."
When he looked back, Mr. Liu Hanmo saw that there were two young girls behind them, and his face suddenly became ugly, with an old face as gloomy as a bitter gourd, as if a small volcano was about to erupt.
Wang Yaocheng was a smart man. When he saw this, he knew that the old gentleman had misunderstood, so he quickly explained... like this.
"I see, it seems you are not simple either."
The light in the room was bright. Mr. Liu Hanmo looked at Wang Yaocheng carefully, nodded and said;
"Nike sneakers, Armani high-woven shirts, Prada belts, classic Levi's jeans, and being able to stay at the Yanjing Hotel, and having a Hong Kong speaker who speaks foreign words to speak for you, but I speak authentic Mandarin, is it possible?
Is it an overseas relationship?”
Wang Yaocheng's situation is indeed very complicated. Most people can't figure it out even if they think about it. Wang Yaocheng is very surprised in his heart. In the alleys, he can meet the great gods who know everything from thousands of miles away. Ancient Yanjing is really a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons.
"Student Wang Yaocheng, I met an old man here. I am actually engaged in business.
"Well! Everyone, please sit down."
Mr. Liu Hanmo had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, and just gave instructions to the two young girls;
"Since you are all students of Huaqing University, the teacher will ask you to go to the small kitchen opposite to boil some water and help me make tea to entertain the guests."
"OK."
He Yan and Chen Jingyi looked at each other, stuck out their tongues in fear, made a frightened expression, and ran to boil water obediently.
Professor Liu Hanmo is a well-known old expert. The current chairman and deputy director of the Department of Architecture at Huaqing University are his students, and they have heard about it for a long time.