Super Urban Exchange System

Hao Chuan has maintained this unique state of mind all the way, without all kinds of pressure and troubles in the modern city outside. He just takes a simple walk, feels the ancient historical atmosphere and details here, and integrates himself into it, which makes Hao Chuan become leisurely and calm.

Finally, Hao Chuan stopped in front of the courtyard marked with Mr. Chen's house brand. He looked at the ancient wooden door and dark gray wall and looked down at himself. Hao Chuan suddenly found that his clothes were not in line with the scenery here. If he wore an ancient long-distance running, it would be much more perfect.

Fortunately, Hao Chuan has never been a Virgo with previous obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why pursue perfection in life? Leave a trace of regret, can't you see more beautiful and different beautiful scenery?

Knock on the doorbell and follow the servant into the quadrangle. In the courtyard, a row of peach trees are in full bloom and fragrant. Under the peach trees, there are gray stone tables and benches, which look like some years.

Hao Chuan was not the first to arrive. At this time, there were six people sitting on the stone bench, drinking tea and chatting. From the radio on the stone table, Beijing Opera with strong cultural flavor came out. Hao Chuan looked carefully. Among the six people, four of them looked like they were in their fifties. On them, they all wore robes. The other two, a suit and a pair of successful people's clothes, and the other one, looked about the same size as Hao Chuan and dressed casually. The key was fashion and avant-garde.

Seeing Hao Chuan coming in, the six people in the courtyard looked at Hao Chuan, but for some reason, an old man in a robe suddenly frowned and snorted coldly, which seemed very unhappy.

"Who are all the people coming to this party? If it goes on like this, I think the party in this circle should be completely cancelled?" the old man in robes swept Hao Chuan, the man in suit and another popular young man without hesitation, and his face showed a very obvious expression of disgust.

"Lao song, your temper is still so grumpy. At the beginning, the purpose of Mr. Chen holding this party was to itch and promote. I think it's very good now. Looking at the three different costumes, my heart is getting younger." another old man in a long robe said with a smile. He looks kind and purposeful, After all, this is at Mr. Chen's house, and it has been two years since the last party was held. He came here hoping for a harmonious atmosphere. It's too stiff. It's not very good.

"Young man, whose post did you take here?" old song snorted, looked at Hao Chuan and asked with a straight face.

Hao Chuan was annoyed when he saw the style of old song. Especially after hearing that his surname was song, Hao Chuan was even more annoyed. However, this was his first time to attend the party. He didn't have any qualifications and didn't know the situation. As a newcomer, Hao Chuan planned to keep a low profile. He smiled at old song and said: "I came here with the invitation from the shopkeeper of sanbaozhai. Your surname is song. What's the direct relationship with the Song family in Beijing?"

Lao song didn't answer Hao Chuan's question. His eyebrows rose and said, "Lao Chang didn't come? Who are you? Why did he give you his invitation?"

"Friends who forget their years." with that, Hao Chuan found a free stone stool, walked over and sat down. This annoying old man spoke so disgustingly that Hao Chuan didn't want to talk to this self righteous old man.

At this time, the old man in the robe who had previously eased the atmosphere came out to make things right again. He smiled at him and said, "old song's position in the Song family is not low. Young people, where do old people often go? If there is no old custom in the antique world, we will regret it."

"Oh -" Hao Chuan listened to the old man's introduction, opened his mouth and said with a smile to the kind-hearted old man: "it turns out that he is really a person with status in the Song family? Why didn't shopkeeper Chang of sanbaozhai come to the party? I think the specific reason should be that old song knows better than me?"

When old song heard this, he immediately blew his beard and stared. He stretched out his hand and slapped on the stone table with a crisp sound. He glared at Hao Chuan angrily and said, "what do you mean?! the young man's hair hasn't grown up yet..."

"Xiao Song, I haven't seen you for such a long time. Your bad temper is still the same. In front of the younger generation, those who are predecessors should look like predecessors." In the room, one can feel the voice of suffering from the vicissitudes of life as soon as he hears it. There is a little smile in this voice. When talking to Mr. Song, it is like a young generation fighting and fooling around. There is an expert's argument contained in it. However, this short speech comes from his voice of suffering from the vicissitudes of life, but it is not annoying, as if it should have been It's like this.

With the voice of the words, in the courtyard, except Hao Chuan, six other people stood up together. Facing the direction of the voice, these faces all showed respect, even the young man who was very popular in dress.

Hao Chuan's reaction was so fast that he couldn't hold it up. He quickly stood up, but his eyes looked in the direction of old song. He saw that old song, who had just been domineering, looked respectful and looked like the most clever student waiting for the teacher to give a lecture. This made Hao Chuan laugh in his heart: "what a fast face changing speed!"

"Hello, Mr. Chen." an old man with white hair came out of the main room. Everyone in the courtyard immediately said hello to the old man. Old man Chen is wearing a snow-white martial arts suit and is full of spirit. In Hao Chuan's opinion, the word "old and healthy" can't be more appropriate for old man Chen.

However, Hao Chuan was a little strange at this time, because when he saw old Mr. Chen, he seemed to suddenly see another person from old Mr. Chen. Hao Chuan had a guess in his heart. He looked vaguely on old Mr. Chen's face and looked carefully for a while. He felt that the guess in his heart seemed to be more realistic.

Old man Chen smiled at the people in the courtyard, waved his hand and said with a smile, "don't be so polite. All the visitors are guests. Originally, there was only one person left for today's party, but he still has to wait a while to come. Let's start first."