Senior Superstar

  Chapter 548 Seems to be an old friend (seeking a monthly pass!)

  What does a teacher need?

What    needs is absolute authority!

  Let you imitate, who makes you surpass?

  Looking at the speed of the car reached one hundred and eighty yards, An Xiaoxiao, who crushed his face, felt that his car skills were not as good as others, and Li Shixin silently raised his slap.

Snapped!

  Oh!

  O(￣TT￣*)ゞ: "Teacher, why do you want to kill the disciple like this?"

   "Because you know so much."

  Slapped An Xiaoxiao on the wall with a slap, Li Shixin adjusted his neckline and waved his hand at a group of old fans.

  After showing sympathy to the tabloid, the Red Sunset Tour Group officially opened.

  Considering the stamina of a group of old fans, Li Shixin did not choose to tour the capital on foot.

  But I didn’t take a giant pit father’s taxi. Instead, I bought a public transport brochure in the newsstand, randomly selected an area and took a group of old fans on the bus.

  In fact, Li Shi knew in confidence, and a group of old fans also understood in his heart. This trip to the capital is actually just relaxing. It doesn't matter what you eat or what you play, the most important thing is to be happy.

  The last life Li Shixin did not understand this mood, but now that he has passed through the body of this old man, and has been dealing with a group of old fans for so long, he feels like a mirror in his heart.

For the elderly, most of the time they do things that are meaningless-such as publishing those spiritual chicken soup and marketing articles in the crowd at home, such as nagging with their children and grandchildren about things that they did not want to hear when they were young, and then For example, you will desperately cling to a very boring thing and refuse to let go of clinging

  Many times, I do these things just to prove my worth and not to let my mind stay in this state of waiting for death.

  The meaning of old age is to avoid waiting for death to become the core of this stage.

  In the morning, Li Shixin did not deliberately take the old fans to play, but just walked around a few places. Take a stroll around several scenic spots in the Beijing Old City Conservation Area.

  After taking a ton of scissor-hand photos for the old fans, he led everyone to the Liulichang directly.

Watching a group of old fans follow the bargaining method of "don't care about the price of the object, and directly cut 90%. The boss does not agree to add five yuan, and agrees to turn around and leave." Before the carpet, the gods blocked and killed the gods and Buddhas. It was a great joy, Li Shixin was very pleased.

  That's it!

  What kind of Great Wall do you want to climb with old arms and legs?

   is not your strong point at all!

  Look how good is this?

  I have cultivated the skills in the vegetable market for decades, and kill the Quartet here. This is the right place!

  At noon.

  I scanned a lot of handicrafts at a low price, and the old fans who knew they were fakes but couldn't laugh from ear to ear were not far from the Liuli Factory and found a restaurant nearby.

  The restaurant plaque says "Authentic Jjajang Noodles", but it's not authentic at all. Twenty-eight yuan for a bowl of fried noodles, the noodles are three kinds of bean sprouts, cucumber and shredded radish. Fortunately, the noodles are quite generous. And the waiter watched a group of elderly people come over for dinner, and specifically asked the chef to cook the noodles for a while.

  A group of uninterested old fans who just scanned the goods ate Xili snoring, but looking at the soft noodles in the ocean bowl, Li Shixin instantly lost his appetite.

  After more than a dozen attempted ridges, he is allergic to everything that is striped and collapsed.

  "Waitress, here are some rice sausages! No need to cut, just serve it for me!"

  "Go! You don't need to cut one piece of rice sausage, please!"

  Looking at the black rice sausage presented by the waiter in an instant, Li Shixin nodded in satisfaction.

  To complement the shape, this is what the old man should eat!

"Hey, Shixin, take a look at the snuff bottle I just bought. How does it look like? The boss said it was from the late Qing Dynasty. I don't think it's a good idea, but looking at the patina, I guess it's something from the Republic of China. "

   Just when Li Shixin was entangled with Michang, the old man Liu Feng put down his chopsticks and drew a small object in front of Li Shixin.

  Seeing that Li Shixin was dangling his rice intestines and speechless, the old man stunned his grandson who was picking up noodles, "Grandson, what do you think of your father?"

  "Niu Bian!" Faced with the flattering demand, Liu Feng's grandson immediately put down his chopsticks and raised his thumbs up: "The Lord still knows the patina"

  Looking at Liu Feng's grandson for a long time, he didn't think of a flattery, and everyone around him laughed.

  As a result, the snuff bottle in the hands of the old man, saw the greasy layer of pulp on it, and then looked at the jade skin of the snuff bottle, Li Shixin smiled and handed it back.

  "How much did you buy?"

   "It costs fifteen thousand."

"final price?"

   "Seven hundred and five!"

   "Brother Feng, haven't bathed in a few days?"

   "Uh, grandson, how many days has it been?"

   "Master, you haven't taken a shower for three days. If you don't wash it tonight, you will be a stinky old man. Good night, let's take a shower when we go back to the hotel and then go out to play."

   "I don't want it!"

  Looking at Liu Feng's grandson barking two rows of white teeth, coaxing the old man to take a bath at night, Li Shixin laughed.

  "The patina of this item is estimated to be about the same as the patina date on your body, but the workmanship is still good. Keep it for fun. No loss."

   "You just came out? Hi!"

   didn't really point to the antiques. The old man was annoyed for a while holding the snuff bottle. After a few words about the seller who had better acting skills than Li Shixin, he was relieved.

  At this time, the old fans are almost eating.

   "Shixin, how did you arrange this afternoon?"

Facing Liu Feng’s eyes lit up again, Li Shixin smiled slightly and looked at An Xiaoxiao, who was reluctantly sucking the noodle soup, and said happily, “Go to Luoguxiang in the afternoon, and we will eat there in the evening. ."

  (?Ω?)

  As soon as Li Shixin said this, An Xiao's eyes recovered.

  I am happy to see Xiao Nizi, and the old people who have been pitted in Luoguxiang yesterday are also happy.

  A group of elderly people with an average age of 70, actually don’t care much about what they eat.

  Seeing An Xiaoxiao’s group pet is happy, everyone has no objection.

  Cleaned up, and after everyone gathered the tatters in the morning and packed them out of the hotel, Li Shixin opened the bus map.

   Just when he was looking for the bus line from Liulichang to Luogu Lane, there was a hustle and bustle in front of the door of the fried noodle restaurant.

"Dad! Am I still your son? I spend a small rent a year on the premises in the shabby area of ​​the Fourth Ring Road. You occupy such a good land and build this Rauchzi Theater. When the old man is like you Right?"

"Damn! The facade is the facade of Lao Tzu, handed down by your grandpa and grandma! In this life I will still be the head of the household! I can do whatever I like! I will open the theater if I am happy to open the theater, I may change it to a good mood one day Where's the bathhouse, can you control you?"

"Dad, what are you talking about? I can't control it? I really don't want to care about you, me! If you have the ability, don't go to my restaurant to sing? You go to my restaurant and make it so smoggy, more than three thousand bottles of Maotai said If you give it away, you’ll give it away, take my things and pretend to be an uncle, eat it and wipe it clean, and you are you and I are me. What do I deserve to be a son with me?"

   "Little bunny, settle accounts with your father, right? You bastard, don't move! I can't kill you and me today!"

   Put down the map and looked at the door of Nuo, where the "Peking Opera Stage" was hung on the side. An old man in his sixties picked up a sheet of cloth shoes and twitched the head of a middle-aged man. Li Shixin frowned.

  As he looked at how the old man felt good, neighbors on the side stepped forward to persuade him to fight.

   "Old grandson, what are you doing? I'm not so angry with my son! It's a joke."

"Old grandson, what the child said is actually correct. Huizi does the catering. There is no such thing as our Liulichang in the Fourth Ring Road. With such a good appearance, you are a little blind in the theater. Let’s not talk about catering. You just rent out for two or three million a year. Isn’t he also money! When you get old, you have to lighten your children a little."

"Yes, old grandson, this time you visit the street, look at which store does not make money? Just you, this big stage, pays out the rent every day to make money. It's not worth it. We have seen it in the past few years and told you too. It's been several times. You, after retiring, if you like this play, just play it yourself, and let the children do something business on the front."

   Facing the persuasion of a group of old neighbors, the angrily old man threw the soles of his shoes to the ground and bowed slightly.

   "Brothers, I know what you are saying is clear. But now, our housework, please don't mix up!"

  Looking at the old man bowing, Li Shixin was happy.

  Don't you please drink Moutai, the old student!

  (End of this chapter)