The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 248

The next afternoon, under a hill in a certain city in the south.

Wearing a black casual suit, Wang Chen was standing at the foot of the mountain with a backpack and a sandalwood box in his hand.

"I haven't seen you for a year, I miss you so much!"

With a sigh, Wang Chen lifted his footsteps and walked towards the hill along the path full of thorns.

To say that this mountain is a small mountain is not enough. This mountain is only much smaller than the mountains in other places in the south, but it is also 500 meters high, so it can be considered a high mountain.

When it was getting dark, Wang Chen stopped at the place where he was about to reach the top of the mountain.

"Welcome home, little one."

A trembling old man with white hair came down from the mountain, his eyes were full of kindness when he looked at Wang Chen.

"Old man."

Wang Chen greeted the old man with a smile. He didn't know the old man's name, but he had been called him since he was a child.

Seeing him now, Wang Chen's eyes were full of nostalgia.

The old man showed a smiling face to Wang Chen, walked up to him, looked at him and said, "Why did you come back a few days earlier this time?"

"Come back to clean up for a few days. Although the mountain is huge, it is not as beautiful as my Zhejing mountain."

Wang Chen said softly to the old man, raised his feet and walked up the mountain, waving his hands and said: "Old man remember to come back early to rest, that old guy may not be able to come back this year."

"Don't worry, old man, although I am old, my bones are still very hard." The old man turned his head to look at Wang Chen's back, and said with a smile.

In less than 5 minutes, Wang Chen stepped onto the top of the mountain in one step.

On the top of the mountain, there is a cliff not far in front, with countless old trees that cannot be named on both sides, and there are a few thatched cottages on his left.

In the central part of the mountain top, there is a seemingly brand-new pavilion standing. There are stone tables and stone benches in the center of the pavilion, and a huge ancient clock hangs above the pavilion.

Wang Chen walked into a thatched hut, and not long after he came out again.

Holding a vicissitudes of life in his hand, he walked towards the pavilion.

When he came to the pavilion, Wang Chen put the guqin on the stone table, looked at the clouds in the distance, and took a deep breath.

"This year, the ancient clock seems worthy of my ringing!"

Talking to himself, Wang Chen clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched directly on the ancient clock.

clang--

With a punch, the ancient clock immediately swayed, shaking the body of the clock continuously, and then hit the big hanging wooden stick.

The bell sounded slowly from the top of the mountain, and the face of the old man standing a little below the top of the mountain became serious in an instant. He turned around and looked at the direction from which the bell sounded, his eyes full of solemnity and respect.

And there are several families at the foot of the mountain. When they heard the bell from the top of the mountain, they all walked out of the room and stood at the door, looking towards the top of the mountain, their eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.

The bell on the top of the mountain kept echoing, and the big wooden stick and the ancient clock seemed to have reached a certain balance. Even without Wang Chen continuing to collide, they still actively collided together, as if to make the bell never stop.

"I'm in a really good mood today."

Wang Chen sat in front of the stone table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers flicked randomly on the guqin on the table.

He never liked to really play a complete piece of music, but the random sound of the piano made him even more delighted.

The seemingly chaotic sound of the piano was mixed in the sound of the bell, but it was not covered up at all. Instead, because of the sound of the bell, it spread to the mountainside and to the foot of the mountain.

The old man on the mountainside smiled helplessly, and sat down on the ground, with traces of reminiscence in his eyes.

And those households at the foot of the mountain seemed to have heard the sound of the piano mixed with the bell, and a burly man murmured: "I thought it was the old man who came back, but I didn't expect it to be the young man, but the strength of the young man... ...progressing a little too fast."

"Stinky boy, you actually took the lead."

At the foot of the mountain, an old man came to the bottom of the hill with a dusty aura on his body. He heard the bell from the top of the mountain, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly ran towards the top of the mountain.

In the dark night, when he was approaching the top of the mountain, the white-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at him, and said with a smile: "Old monster Zhou, you came back later than the little guy this time."

"I have something to do this time, that kid is fine."

Old Freak Zhou rolled his eyes at the old man, and finally waved his hands and said, "Let's go, go back."

"The little guy's apprentice hasn't come back yet."

"That kid probably needs a day or two, don't wait."

Hearing what the old man said, Old Monster Zhou took his hand and walked up, and said with emotion: "Old guy, I said you have to go out and help."

The old man shook off Mr. Zhou's hand, frowned and said: "Okay, don't talk about it, as long as the two little guys don't get their lives in danger, I won't go down the mountain and get tainted by worldly affairs."

"Okay, okay, I won't persuade you anymore."

Old Freak Zhou sighed and said, this old guy is not weaker than himself, and he doesn't know some methods. If he can go down the mountain to help him with some things, he can relax a little bit.

But I can't stop this old guy's determination, if Wang Chen and Xiaoxing don't have an accident, this old guy won't go down the mountain.

Will something happen to Wang Chen and Xiaoxing now?The answer is almost negligible. As far as the strength of their two little guys is concerned, there are almost no people who can really kill them.

Coming to the top, Old Freak Zhou looked at Wang Chen who was sitting in the pavilion, and said cursingly: "You brat, why don't you wait for me to come back and ring the bell?"

"When you come back and knock, it will probably disturb the sleep of those guys down the mountain."

Wang Chen stood up, took the Guqin and walked towards Old Monster Zhou. When he got in front of Old Monster Zhou, he threw the Guqin to him, walked to the hut, waved to him and said, "I know you come back You can play the piano for sure, so I warmed up the strings for you just now."

"Stinky boy."

Old Monster Zhou cursed with a smile, and staggered to the pavilion, looking at the ancient clock with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Don't be too greedy."

The old man also followed Old Monster Zhou into the pavilion, squinted at Old Monster Zhou and said.

"I'm not greedy, I'm just a little unwilling, and I guess that bastard is also unwilling."

Old Monster Zhou laughed at himself, put the guqin on the stone table with a snap, and played the piano with both hands after sitting down.

Unlike Wang Chen's random playing, Mr. Zhou has an inexplicable aura when he plays the piano, and even the sound of the piano is very ethereal, as if he is communicating or venting.

The old man looked at Old Monster Zhou who was playing the piano, sighed and left.

And in the thatched hut, Wang Chen was lying on the simple bed, listening to the sound of the piano, gradually falling asleep, just like back then, sleeping soundly and soundly.

(End of this chapter)