The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 319 Small Park

The previous words are all good, but the last sentence is a bit harsh.

Lao Tan was smoking a cigarette and ignored him.I know that arguing is just arguing, it's not necessary.

However, he was still a little disappointed because he didn't get his wife's care from Lin Yan.

Thinking about how it has been all these years, if Lin Yan suddenly cared about herself, she would not be used to it.

The next day, after Lin Yan and her son left, Lao Tan got up, washed up, and went downstairs for a walk in the small park.You can't just lie down in the house all the time, you have to exercise to recover faster.

It was a bit strenuous to go downstairs, and it was better to reach the flat ground. Although I was crippled, it did not delay my walking.

In late spring and early summer, the weather is sunny and sunny.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 took off their heavy cotton coats and down jackets, and put on colorful and light clothes.

Lao Tan remembered that when he left after the year, there was still snow on the street, and he was wearing winter clothes. It passed so quickly, and it was almost summer in a blink of an eye.

There are many people in the small park, all of them are older, and there are very few young people.

On the artificial lawn to the west is an aerobics team of hundreds of people, walking in a square formation around the lawn. The movements of the first half of the team are uniform and aesthetically pleasing, and some onlookers are taking pictures.The second half is obviously followed, and the movements are a bit messy.

There are more women than men in the whole team, and they are all around [-] years old. Everyone is wearing red sportswear, white sports shoes, and white gloves. They look quite formal.

A ten-meter-long red silk banner is hung on the poplar tree beside the lawn, which reads "National Olympic Community Aerobics Team".

There is a speaker in the middle of the venue, and the dynamic music with rich rhythm can be heard throughout the small park.

No matter how loud the music is, it can't cover the shouts of the basketball court.Although the basketball players are all over 40 years old, don't underestimate them, each has unique skills, and some of them were the main force of the unit team when they were young.

There is a park star who wears black gloves in his fifties. He is not tall, 1.7 meters six, and he dominates the court with a hook blue.

At this time, he was standing outside the three-point line. After receiving a pass from his teammate, an opponent came to block him. He was not in a hurry. He jumped sideways and made a big hook with his right hand without even looking at it. The basketball drew a beautiful arc. Respond to the network.

"it is good--"

"Pretty!"

"another one!"

The onlookers applauded.

Next to the basketball court is the shuttlecock court surrounded by guard nets, where four teams compete in front of two horizontal nets.To tell you the truth, they can play with a little shuttlecock, overhead, chest push, horizontal block, undercut, crutches --- fancy movements emerge in endlessly, amazing.

Compared with the bustle of these two venues, Tai Chi in the small woods is unusually quiet, with every move and style exuding softness, hardness and softness go hand in hand.

They are all over 50 years old, both men and women, wearing loose and elegant Tai Chi suits, practicing a comfortable life after retirement.

On the south side of the park is a promenade. People standing in the promenade sing loudly, outside the promenade are sitting playing piano and drums, and standing in front of them is a conductor holding a baton, waving the rhythm passionately.

"Sing a folk song to the party
I compare it to my mother

mother only gave birth to me

When the light shines on my heart
-
"

The singing voice floated in the warm sunshine. Although the singer was close to sixty years old and had lost his beautiful tone, he was concentrated and focused, as if he was not singing, but practicing.

Between the two pine trees beside the promenade is the same banner as the aerobics team, with the words "National Olympic Community Chorus Team" written on it.

Speaking of which, this chorus is quite famous. There are two cancer patients in it. After singing for two years, they managed to kill the cancer cells. The TV stations even came to interview them.

I dare not say that singing can cure cancer, but the optimistic singing that I know I am cancer and can not take it seriously is absolutely admirable. This kind of spirit of respecting life and loving life should be alive, not dead.

Turning north along the path paved with small stones, bypassing the rockery, it is a river and lake for martial arts practitioners.

There are those who play with whips, those who practice swords, those who dance with broadswords, those who stand on stakes, those who tie horses, and those who practice breathing.Some fought with boxing gloves, some hugged and wrestled, and some practiced kung fu one by one.

Here, don't mess with the little old man who looks weak, maybe he is Lian Jiazi.And don't flirt with beauties in kung fu clothes, these women are ruthless, and it is common to beat people into pigs.

Lao Tan first stood in the aerobics team for a while, waved hello to an aunt in the team who lived downstairs in his house, and then went to the basketball court to show off.

Lao Tan played basketball well in high school. He was on the school team in high school and once led the team to win No.3 in the city's high school basketball competition.The son has inherited his genes and also loves to play basketball.

My son is twelve, he is already taller than him, and it seems that he can break through 1.8 meters.It is impossible to be taller, Lao Tan's family does not have that gene, so it is not bad to grow to 1.9 meters.

Old Tan is a little entangled in his son playing basketball. Basketball is a game for giants. It is impossible for his son to enter a professional team with his height. He can only treat it as a hobby.He wants his son to spend his time in culture classes, but this kid is determined to be a sports student.

When he first started practicing basketball, Lao Tan was supportive. He wanted to make his son healthy and healthy through basketball. This was his goal.Who would have thought that this kid is addicted to playing, and he is quite talented, it's a bit late not to ask him to play now.

Physical education students should be physical education students, it is also good to be admitted to a physical education college.

Lao Tan watched for a while, and the field was very intense. From time to time, there were a few amazing shots that caused applause and shouts, but it was also lively.It's just that all of this has not attracted Lao Tan's interest, not because of his lameness, but because of his fatness.

He felt that it was time to lose weight, and he couldn't be so fat anymore.Hypertension, hyperlipidemia, hyperglycemia, 43 become the three high groups, sub-health.And there is bronchiectasis, he vomits blood at every turn, although there is no danger of life, it is scary, and I am afraid.

All of this stems from obesity. As long as you lose your 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 restore your body to normal and healthy.

Lao Tan left the basketball court and wandered slowly to the "river and lake" behind the rockery.

Coincidentally, brother Liu was playing with the nine-section whip here, when he saw Lao Tan, he stopped immediately and walked over with a smile.

"Brother Liu, why are you playing with the whip?" Old Tan asked with a smile.

"It's okay to be idle, just play around." Brother Liu said.

"Hehe, the hero is still the same as before."

"It doesn't matter what it used to be. When I get old, I mainly move my arms and legs."

Lao Tan took the nine-section whip from Liu Ge's hand, swung it twice with his unaccustomed left hand, then put it away and handed it back, saying: "I can't do it for two days, I can play after two days."

Brother Liu saw Lao Tan's strange behavior and asked, "What's wrong, brother."

Lao Tan led Brother Liu to find a long chair and sit down, and briefly told him about the collision.

"Did you catch the one who hit you?" Brother Liu asked.

"Not yet." Old Tan said.

"Now there are surveillance everywhere, besides, there are witnesses, so it's hard to catch?"

"I'm a veteran, and I've designed everything, and it's going to rain that day—it's probably going to be soon." Old Tan didn't say anything about the Mu family.

Brother Liu said apologetically: "I didn't know you were bumped into. I haven't contacted Xiaofeng, Wang Ming, or Xiao Li during this period of time. I don't know anything." Then he asked: "Can I drink now?"

"Drinking is fine, it relaxes the tendons and activates the blood." Old Tan laughed.

"Okay, let's go, brother treats you to dog meat."

(End of this chapter)