The old house of the Yu family!

After dinner, Zhang Moqian and Yu Xiaoan accompanied Mr. Yu to enjoy the quiet time in the yard.

Zhang Moqian learned the technique of massage. When Mr. Yu leaned on the chair, Zhang Moqian took the initiative to help him massage his legs and arms. This was a technique taught to him by Mr. Xu Beidou himself, and even his godson Xu Boyi did not learn it. Zhang Moqian is also a master in massage techniques.

Otherwise, why did Teacher Jiang always ask Zhang Moqian to help her pinch her legs?

"Old man, are you much more comfortable?"

"Well, you guy is a little good." Old Master Yu's voice was weak, but the bright bear light in his eyes was unconcealed.

"Old leader, you have been soldiers and attacked the Japanese, but they are different from others."

"Oh? Why is it different?" Mr. Yu said with interest.

"It's different anyway." Zhang Moqian grinned and flattered: "Give people a sense of unfathomableness?"

"Unfamiliar?" Old Master Yu smiled, looked up at the starry sky. After a while of silence, he became a little tired.

"Xiao An, accompany me back to my room and read this book to my grandfather." Mr. Yu said softly.

"Well, grandpa, please slow down."

Yu Xiaoan supported Mr. Yu and headed towards the room.

Zhang Moqian also followed him happily, but was driven out by Mr. Yu. Mr. Yu knew that he had not had much time, so he wanted to spend a while with his beloved granddaughter and listen to her reading more.

He was driven out by Mr. Yu, and Zhang Moqian knew no one around in the Yu family's old house. The only one who knew Uncle Wen did not take the initiative to talk to him.

Thinking that he hadn't seen any night scenes after he came to Beijing, Zhang Moqian put on his coat, took a car and started wandering around the capital. Zhang Moqian was not familiar with the capital and didn't know where to go to see the night scene. The car had been around for a while and when he felt that it was bustling, he asked the driver to stop the car, and after paying the money, he got off directly.

With his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Moqian was bored and wandering around the street.

Teacher Jiang once said that if you walk more city and read more ups and downs, those who study psychology will change to see all the world. Zhang Moqian looked at all kinds of passers-by, some were walking in a hurry, some were wandering bored like him, some were frowning, and some were smiling like flowers.

Zhang Moqian couldn't help but feel a little more emotion.

As he walked, he walked to a square without knowing it. He didn't know what the square was called. In short, there were many people, including aunts dancing square dances, sweet couples, and stalls for buying various snacks and barbecue.

After walking for a while, suddenly, a melody of the erhu reached Zhang Moqian's ears.

Zhang Moqian was agile and knew that this was a very famous Erhu song "Song of the Sickness". As he listened, he gradually became immersed and walked slowly towards the place where the Erhu song came. After walking over, he found that the person who played the Erhu was an old man in his sixties. His clothes were tattered and the Erhu in his hand was also a bit worn. However, the timbre of the Erhu was very correct. Zhang Moqian understood the Erhu, and at this glance he could see the extraordinary erhu in the old man's hand.

In Zhang Moqian's eyes, the old man's erhu is very good.

Showing the chant in the sick is vivid and exquisite, the feeling of sadness, the feeling of helplessness, the feeling of misery... is a portrayal of an old man who has no place to rely on.

However, although there are many people in the square, there are not many people who understand erhu. Modern people have long forgotten many ethnic instruments. There are more people who listen to piano and violin than those who listen to guqin and erhu. No one can appreciate the old man's erhu.

Most passers-by looked at the old man, then left without stopping.

Zhang Moqian kept standing in front of the old man and listening.

Not long after, just as the Erhu was about to finish it, Zhang Moqian suddenly asked with a charming fragrance.

Hi, giggle...

As well as the crisp sound of high heels, a beautiful woman suddenly walked up to the old man, and she looked surprised and listened to the song in surprise.

Finally, the song is over!

"Old sir, do you know how to "River Water"?" the beautiful woman asked suddenly.

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"Then can you play a song for me?" said the beautiful woman again.

"Can."

The old man didn't talk much nonsense, he narrowed his eyes slightly and began to pull up.

At this time, Zhang Moqian paid special attention to this beautiful woman. She looked about 35 or 36 years old, with fair skin, tall breasts and a straight buttocks. She was also quite tall, about 1.67 meters tall naked, and was wearing high heels and was 1.75 meters tall.

"River Water" is an erhu song that is even more sad than "Song of Sickness", and it is also an erhu song that vents anger.

However, this old man was obviously a master of Erhu. "River Water" under his command became an extremely sad song.

After the song is finished.

The beautiful woman slowly opened her eyes and took out the money from her wallet, which was placed in the old man's hands.

When Zhang Moqian saw that there were a lot, it should be several hundred yuan.

After giving the old man money, the beautiful woman left in her high heels. Zhang Moqian smiled. It seemed that not everyone could not appreciate the old man's erhu sound. Zhang Moqian flipped through his wallet, which contained more than 200 yuan. After leaving behind fifty yuan in taxi, he left it to the old man.

It is not easy for an artist who is involved in the world.

Zhang Moqian wandered around the square for a while and became a little bored. He stopped a taxi on the side of the road and returned to the Yu family's old house.

However, what Zhang Moqian didn't expect was that the taxi he made had been in a car accident before he had walked halfway.

The steering wheel of the taxi failed.

His driving skills are good, but unfortunately he sat in the back row and couldn't help the driver step on the brakes when the steering wheel failed.

So, the taxi hit a BMW sports car next to it.

Both cars were hit very seriously. The BMW's body was deflated, and the taxi was also seriously injured, and the driver was in a coma. Zhang Moqian responded at the moment of the crash because he had the foundation of kung fu, so he was not injured.

Zhang Moqian opened the car door and got out of the car, and quickly called 120 emergency number.

Zhang Moqian touched the driver's pulse. The other party was not seriously injured, but was just hit hard, so he fainted. Make sure the driver was fine. Zhang Moqian quickly went to see the owner of the BMW. The BMW was worthy of being a BMW. The woman sitting in the driver's seat had nothing to do. However, because the body was hit, the car was directly stuck on the railing on the side of the road, and the door could not be opened and the woman could not get out.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Moqian asked.

"Hey, how did you drive?" The woman in the car was angry. She thought Zhang Moqian was a taxi driver, so she turned her pretty face and scolded.

"Um?"

However, when the woman turned her pretty face, she was stunned.

Zhang Moqian was also stunned.

Isn’t this woman a beautiful woman who just listened to erhu songs?

The beautiful woman obviously recognized Zhang Moqian. Just now, they were listening to the old man's erhu. The beautiful woman looked at Zhang Moqian more. There are not many young people nowadays who understand erhu.

"I'm not a driver." Zhang Moqian explained, "The driver has fainted. I happened to take her taxi."

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." The beautiful woman smiled and pointed to the car door: "Can you help me see the car door? I can't open it!"

Zhang Moqian was very strong. Although the car door was knocked and deformed, it took him no time to open it.

The beautiful woman left the BMW and gave Zhang Moqian a grateful look: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhang Moqian smiled and shook his head.

With such a quiet distance from contacting the beautiful woman, Zhang Moqian felt more and more that this woman was born with a very delicate body. Her skin was fair, her facial features were so beautiful that she had no flaws, and her figure was also convex and convex, so beautiful.

Mature women are most attractive to little boys like Zhang Moqian.

Zhang Moqian felt dry mouth so close to this beautiful woman, and swallowed, "Have we seen it?"

"Didn't we listened to the erhu together just now?"

"No, I'm not talking about this, I'm saying that I seem to have seen you before, and your appearance makes me feel very familiar." Zhang Moqian said.

"Haha, young man, your approach to chatting is too old-fashioned!" The beautiful woman shook her head.

Zhang Moqian opened his mouth and was about to speak, but this was when his hair suddenly stood up!

Danger!

He clearly felt a sharp energy pounce from behind, almost like a conditioned reflex. He quickly flashed to the side and reacted.

The Xia family sent another killer to assassinate himself?

This is the idea that came to Zhang Moqian's mind.

However, he soon denied this idea because after he flashed to the side, he found that the killer's target was not him, but the beautiful woman. And... this killer was amazingly the driver who had just fainted...

This is a premeditated car accident!
Chapter completed!