The first words sounded good, but the last sentence was a bit harsh.
Lao Tan was smoking a cigarette and ignored him. He knew that talking to him was just a quarrel, so there was no need.
However, he was still a little disappointed because he didn't get his wife's attention from Lin Yan.
Thinking about it being like this all these years, if Lin Yan suddenly started to care about her, she would be a little unaccustomed to it.
The next day, after Lin Yan and her son left, Lao Tan got up, washed up, and prepared to go downstairs for a walk in the small park. He couldn't lie down in the house all the time, he had to exercise to recover faster.
I went downstairs with some difficulty and found myself on level ground. Although I was lame, I could still walk.
In late spring and early summer, the wind is sunny and beautiful. The willow trees on both sides of the street hang down their green branches, like the soft long hair of a shy girl, swaying in the wind. People take off their heavy cotton-padded clothes and down jackets, and wear colorful and light clothes.
Lao Tan remembered that when he left after the New Year, there was still snow on the street, and he was wearing winter clothes. It went by so fast, and it was almost summer.
There are many people in the small park, all of whom are older, and there are very few young people.
On the artificial lawn to the west is an aerobics team of hundreds of people. They are walking in a square formation around the lawn. The movements of the first half of the team are neat and uniform, which is very beautiful. There are onlookers taking pictures. The second half is obviously following.
I learned it, and my movements are a bit messy.
There are more women than men in the entire team, and they are all around sixty years old. Everyone is wearing red sportswear, white sneakers, and white gloves, and they look quite formal.
A ten-meter-long red silk banner hung on the poplar tree beside the lawn said "National Olympics Community Aerobics Team."
There is a speaker in the middle of the venue, and the dynamic music can be heard throughout the small park.
No matter how loud the music is, it can't drown out the shouts of the basketball court. Although the basketball players are all over forty years old, don't underestimate them. They all have unique skills, and some of them were the main players of the team when they were young.
There is a man over 50 who wears black gloves and is a park star. He is not tall, 1.76 meters tall, and has a hook hand that dominates the court. He is famous far and wide.
At this time, he was standing outside the three-point line. After receiving the pass from his teammate, an opponent came to block it. He was not in a hurry, jumped sideways, and made a big blue hook with his right hand without looking, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc.
Enter the network in response.
"good--"
"pretty!"
"another one!"
Onlookers on the sidelines applauded.
Next to the basketball court is the shuttlecock court enclosed by a protective net. There are four teams competing in front of two horizontal nets. To be honest, they can play a small shuttlecock very well, with overhead, chest push and horizontal block.
, hooks, kicks------there are endless fancy moves that are breathtaking.
Compared to the bustle of these two venues, the Tai Chi practice in the woods is unusually quiet, with every move revealing softness and softness.
They are all over fifty years old, both men and women, wearing loose and elegant Tai Chi suits, practicing for a comfortable life after retirement.
To the south of the park is a promenade. People standing in the promenade are singing loudly, people sitting outside the promenade are playing piano and drums, and there is a conductor standing in front with a baton in his hand, waving the rhythm passionately.
"Sing a folk song to the party
I compare it to my mother
Mother only gave birth to my body
When the light shines in my heart
------"
The singing was floating in the warm sunshine. Although the singer was in his sixties and had lost his beautiful tone, he was focused and focused, as if he was not singing but practicing martial arts.
The same banner as the aerobics team was hung between two pine trees next to the corridor, which read "National Olympics Community Chorus."
Speaking of which, this chorus is quite famous. There are two cancer patients in it. They sang songs to kill cancer cells for two years, and even the TV stations came to interview them.
I can’t say whether singing can cure cancer, but knowing that I have cancer and still being able to sing optimistically and not take it seriously is absolutely admirable. This spirit of respecting life and loving life should be lived, not dead.
Follow the corridor paved with pebbles and turn north, bypassing the rockery, and you will find a place for martial arts practitioners.
There are those who wield whips, those who practice swordsmanship, those who dance swords, those who stand on stances, those who hold horses, and those who practice breathing. There are those who fight with boxing gloves, some who hug each other and wrestle, and some who practice kung fu with each move.
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Here, don't mess with the little old man who seems to be frail, maybe he's a practitioner. And don't flirt with the beauties wearing kung fu uniforms. These women are very ruthless, and it's common to beat people into pig heads.
Lao Tan first stood in the aerobics team for a while, waved and said hello to an aunt in the team who lived downstairs from his house, and then went to the basketball court to play dumb.
Lao Tan was good at basketball in school. He was a member of the school team in high school and led the team to third place in the city's high school basketball competition. His son inherited his genes and also loves to play basketball.
The twelve-year-old son is already taller than him, and it looks like he can exceed 1.8 meters. It is impossible to be taller. Lao Tan's family does not have the genes, so he can grow to 1.9 meters.
Lao Tan is a little confused about his son playing basketball. Basketball is a game for giants. It is impossible for his son to join a professional team with his height. He can only treat it as a hobby. He wants his son to spend his time in cultural classes, but this kid insists on playing sports.
Health, I am determined.
When he first started practicing basketball, Lao Tan was supportive. He wanted to help his son have a good body and be healthy through basketball. This was the purpose. Who would have thought that this child is addicted to playing and has quite a talent. Now he is not allowed to play.
It's a bit late.
If you are a sports student, you should be a sports student. It would be good to go to a sports college.
Lao Tan watched for a while. The action was very intense. From time to time, there were a few stunning shots that triggered applause and shouts. It was quite lively. However, all of this no longer aroused Lao Tan's interest. It was not because of his lameness, but because he was fat.
He felt it was time to lose weight, and he couldn't keep being so fat anymore. He had high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar. At 43, he became a person with three highs, sub-healthy. He also had bronchiectasis and frequently vomited blood. Although it was not life-threatening, it was scary.
Yeah, I'm scared myself.
All this stems from obesity. As long as you lose weight, your blood pressure will go down, and your blood lipids and blood sugar will also drop.
To lose weight, you must lose weight and return your body to normal and healthy.
Lao Tan left the basketball court and slowly wandered to the "Jianghu" behind the rockery.
By coincidence, Brother Liu was playing with the nine-section whip here. When he saw Lao Tan, he immediately stopped and walked over with a smile.
"Brother Liu, why did you get into the whip?" Lao Tan asked with a smile.
"I have nothing to do, just play around," Brother Liu said.
"Haha, the hero is still as good as before."
"No matter how old I was, when I get older, the main thing is to move my arms and legs."
Lao Tan took the nine-section whip from Brother Liu's hand, shook it twice with his unaccustomed left hand, then put it away and handed it back, saying: "It won't work in these two days, wait until it feels better in two days before playing again."
Brother Liu noticed something strange about Lao Tan and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
Old Tan led Brother Liu to find a bench and sit down, and briefly told him about the collision.
"Did you catch the one who hit you?" Brother Liu asked.
"Not yet." Lao Tan said.
"There are surveillance everywhere now, and there are witnesses. Isn't it easy to catch him?"
"He is a veteran. He has designed everything. Besides, if it rains that day, it will probably come soon." Lao Tan didn't say anything about the Mu family.
Brother Liu said apologetically: "I didn't know you were hit. I haven't contacted Xiaofeng during this period, nor have I contacted Wang Ming or Xiao Li. I don't know anything." Then he asked: "Can I drink now?"
"It's okay to drink. It relaxes the muscles and activates blood circulation." Old Tan said with a smile.