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Chapter 109 Visiting Mr. Yang

Elder Yang's residence is in the northwest corner of Rongcheng, and it took Yang Luo a long drive to find it.

Although Yang Luo grew up in Rongcheng, he has rarely been here. Rongcheng is not a prosperous city, but it is equivalent to a third-tier city, but there are also rich and poor here. It is the most prosperous area in Rongcheng, where many large shopping malls and financial malls have sprung up.

Moreover, the housing price here is more than twice that of where Yang Luo lives, so when Yang Luo got out of the car and found the community where Elder Yang lived, he couldn't help sighing. "Master Yang lives here."

Zhang Xiao's face didn't show Yang Luo's surprise at all. His parents had businesses in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and they would go there to meet up with their family every winter and summer vacation, so they naturally had more knowledge than Yang Luo.

The community where Mr. Yang lives is a typical European-style bungalow, only 7 stories high. In appearance, the structure of the bungalows is modeled after the European-style palace, so each one shows the high-end atmosphere of the royal family.

Seeing this, thinking about Yang Luo's living environment, it's not hard to understand why he has such a surprised expression.

"Don't be dazed, go in." Zhang Xiao said.

"Uh..." Yang Luo froze for a moment and quickly followed Zhang Xiao into the room.

"Ding dong~"

When he rang the doorbell, Zhang Xiao was still a little guilty. He had only been to this place once, and it was the last time he returned to Rongcheng with Mr. Yang. behind Yang Luo.

Seeing Zhang Xiao's actions, Elder Yang turned his head and asked puzzledly, "Why are you hiding behind me?"

Zhang Xiao grinned and said, "I forgot which door, I'm afraid I'll find the wrong one, hehe."

When Yang Luo heard this, his eyebrows immediately raised up, and he quickly shouted: "Damn it, you're cheating on me."

Seeing Yang Luo being so agitated, Zhang Xiao quickly put his shoulders on his shoulders and comforted him, "Almost, almost, there should be nothing wrong."

"It's not wrong, why are you hiding, you..." Before Yang Luo could finish speaking, the door was opened.

"Who is it?" The person who opened the door was an old woman with gray hair and reading glasses. She looked up at Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao behind her, smiled slightly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Luo froze, turned to look at Zhang Xiao, and Zhang Xiao also shook his head lightly, apparently he didn't recognize the old lady who appeared.

"This..." Yang Luo saw that he didn't recognize the person in front of him, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, a voice came from the room: "Xiaofen, is there a guest?"

Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao were taken aback at the same time, the voice was... Old Yang, Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao almost shouted in unison.

There was a rush of footsteps in the room, and then, Mr. Yang's red face appeared in everyone's field of vision.

After seeing it this time, Yang Luo confirmed it even more, with a hint of excitement on his face, he shouted: "Old Yang."

Mr. Yang came over, took a closer look, hesitated for a moment, and quickly responded: "It's you two." After speaking, Mr. Yang hurriedly greeted and said, "Why are you standing still, come in."

Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao quickly nodded and walked in. The old lady at the door greeted her with a smile when she heard that she was an acquaintance, and let the door open. Elder Yang next to her hurriedly ordered: "Xiaofen, hurry up and prepare some fruit." What, it's too hot today, let's cool off the heat for these two children."

The old grandma quickly agreed, and said to Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao, "Go and sit down, grandma will wash the fruits for you." After speaking, she happily walked towards the kitchen.

Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao nodded, but they couldn't help laughing at the address Mr. Yang called the old lady, "Xiaofen, it's quite romantic for Mrs. Yang to be at home."

Mr. Yang invited the two of them into another room, "Sit down first, I'll go back to the room and change my clothes." After speaking, Mr. Yang turned around and walked towards the first room.

Yang Luo sat on the sofa and took advantage of the time to appreciate it. The cultural atmosphere in the room was very strong. As soon as he entered the door, he could smell a strong smell of ink. Thick rice paper was placed there, and next to it were an ink cartridge and a few brushes that hadn't dried.

Behind the shore platform is a bookshelf, and there are not many books on the bookshelf, but there are all large and small trophies. At least 50 of them fill the entire bookshelf. The position of the bookshelf is just facing the light. The sun shone obliquely on it, and it looked golden and dazzling, like a big gold mine.

But Yang Luo noticed that in addition to the trophies on the bookshelf in the room, another thing that attracted attention was the pair of "Self-improvement" hanging on the bookshelf.

The four big characters are framed, and the characters are pearly and vigorous. From the strokes of the brush, we can see the writing skills of the person who swayed the pen and ink, and the state of mind when writing the words. Looking at it, there is a feeling of blood boiling.

Just as Yang Luo was in a daze, Mr. Yang came out of the room in a white shirt and black trousers.

If the old man Yang just now could be described as an ordinary person, then the old man Yang now is like a person of status, as he usually looks outside, with extremely particular manners in speech and behavior.

Mr. Yang came out of the room, sat on the sofa on one side, glanced at the clean coffee table, and said in a daze, "Look at my brain, I don't even have a glass of water ready." He took out two cups from under the coffee table and handed them to the two when they were full of water. Yang Luo and Zhang Xiao hurriedly greeted them with both hands.

Seeing the two of them picking up their cups and sipping water, Mr. Yang looked around, and then said, "Why didn't you tell me before you came, I didn't prepare anything for this."

Yang Luo put down his cup and quickly waved his hands: "Old Yang, there's no need to prepare, we just came to see you."

After speaking, Yang Luo took out a package from his backpack and handed it to Elder Yang. Elder Yang was taken aback, looked at the thing handed over curiously and asked, "This is it?"

Yang Luo was a little embarrassed. Since he was a child, this was the first time he gave someone a gift, and he didn't know if the other party liked it or not, so he was very disturbed.

"Well, I don't know if you like it or not," Yang Luo said while scratching his head with his hands.

Elder Yang was very curious, so he opened it and looked at it. After opening it, his eyes froze for a moment, and then he laughed, "Yang Luo, Yang Luo, I really have you."

Looking at the two cigarettes on the table, Yang Luo blushed.

"I don't know what you like, so I bought two Taishans. I remember, hello this one." Yang Luosheng was afraid that Mr. Yang would not know whether the cigarettes were good or not, so he immediately added: "I always inquired about the cigarettes when I bought them. After that, this smoke is not bad."

Seeing Yang Luo's anxious look, Mr. Yang felt a little happy, and said, "You bought it in Qingdao?"

Yang Luo nodded, then was taken aback, "How do you know?"

Old Yang shook his head, looked at Yang Luo curiously and asked, "I stayed in Qingdao for a while before, and I smoked it, and it was pretty good."

When Yang Luo heard it, a happy expression appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said, "You like it, that's great."

Old Yang smiled back, but pushed the thing back, his expression immediately turned serious and said, "Yang Luo, I'm very happy that you can come to see me, but I can't accept this gift."

"Why." Young boy Yang Luo became anxious, and it was hard for Yang Luo to accept that the gift was returned for the first time.

At this time, the old lady who also changed her clothes came up with fruit in her hand and said, "Here comes the fruit."

Seeing that Yang Luo's face was a bit ugly, the old lady put down the fruit, wiped her hands and sat next to Old Yang, looked at the cigarettes on the table and roughly understood, "What's wrong."

Elder Yang glanced at Yang Luo, then at his wife and said, "Yang Luo came to visit me and bought cigarettes specially, but I can't take this."

Hearing this, the old lady finally understood, looked at Yang Luo with her head down, laughed, and said in a very soft tone: "You are Yang Luo, right?"

Yang Luo raised his head and nodded slightly.

"Lao Yang talked about you, saying that you are not only sensible, but also very talented in playing football, and that he likes you very much. The last time Lao Yang was hit, you were the one who helped find the owner of the car that caused the accident," the old woman said with a smile.

Seeing Yang Luo lowered his head and looking unhappy, the grandmother continued: "Old Yang really likes to smoke, but the doctor said he can't smoke any more, so there is a reason why he gave you the money back."

Hearing this, Yang Luo raised his head again, looked at Old Yang, and asked, "Old Yang, so you are the reason,"

Old Yang nodded, smiled and said: "Yes, when people get old, they are full of diseases, so you have to pay attention, hehe."

Hearing Mr. Yang's explanation, Yang Luo understood immediately, but it was useless to take the cigarette in front of him back by himself, so he said, "Old Yang, I understand now, but can you put this cigarette away for me? No smoking."

Mr. Yang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became happy, and said: "Haha, this is the first time I have heard of such a reason for giving gifts at such a young age." After speaking, he turned to look at his wife next to him,

The old lady also smiled brightly, and said simply: "Well, since Xiao Yang has said so, let's accept it, and don't disappoint Xiao Yang's heart."

Elder Yang also had this idea. After all, it was Yang Luo's wish. If he didn't accept this gift, it would be a big blow to the little guy, so he said, "Well, I will accept this gift."

After speaking, he put away the cigarettes on the table, and Yang Luo became happy when he saw this.

After a few people laughed, Mr. Yang refilled the glasses of water for the two of them, and then asked: "By the way, you were still competing when I left last time. How's it going? How's your result?"

　The second step up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)