My first love got married: I was forced to sing to celebrate

Magic City.

Night.

Colorful lights flickered.

The night is like day.

The square is bustling with activity.

As soon as the stall of the golden cake saw off the guests, Yan'er sat down to rest.

She took out her phone, hoping to get a little news from Brother Yuan.

Since Zhang Yuan left, there has been no information on the Internet.

Without Zhang Yuan, the hot search is not lively.

News is useless.

However, although Yan'er has Zhang Yuan's mobile phone, she is embarrassed to disturb Zhang Yuan's travel.

Yan'er clicked on Weibo as usual, and there was nothing to expect.

As a result, the eyes are directly worth it.

He stared at the headlines.

I thought I was dazzled.

Rubbing his big beautiful eyes. 、

Yan'er looked again.

The small mouth became round.

She trembled all over, as if she had seen something terrible, and raised her head and screamed, "Grandpa......".

"Ah, what's wrong, Yan'er, what's wrong?".

Not far away.

An old man.

Seven bags of flour were carried on his shoulders.

The waist is not bent.

Legs straight.

Running over with a bare pace.

The sound is like a bell.

The face is as red as a child.

The whole thing is a crane with a childish face, and he is a master.

"Grandpa, you're on the hot search. "

Yan'er screamed.

Overwhelmed.

The look was dazed.

"Huh?".

The old man stood up and grabbed his gray hair: "Who is the hot search?"

I don't know

Yan'er, grandpa, I don't want those things for a long time, it can't be that someone slanders me, right?"

Yan'er: '......'

I'm going to slap you to death.

Yan'er almost didn't come up in one breath.

It's really drunk to have such a grandfather on the stall.

The old man was anxious: "You say, who is the hot search?"

Isn't it pretty?

How old?

It's really not good, I can only be responsible, old man. "

Yan'er: "......".

She wanted to slap it in the face.

Smoke this old thing to death.

It's a shame to have such a grandfather.

That's when ......

Around the square.

A crowd gathered around.

It's a group of young people.

Wearing a white power suit.

The soles of the feet are mille-feuille cloth shoes.

One by one, they are like flying.

Eyes fiery.

Go straight to the old man.

Old man: "......

".

Yan'er: "......".

"Run!".

The two glanced at each other and understood.

Turn around and run.

When did such a big gang appear in this special magic capital?

It seems that it will be cracked down again.

The old man turned around and ran, running a few steps and feeling that something was wrong.

Look back.

Yan'er is holding her mobile phone to study.

The old man was anxious: "Run, Yan'er." "

Yan'er: "They're looking for you." "

Old man: '......'

Hula-la.

A crowd gathered around.

The old man's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

looked at this group of young men, all of them were five big and three thick, staring at him with bright eyes.

The old man is empty.

The legs started to shake.

I heard that the ratio of men to women is particularly large nowadays.

This group of guys shouldn't be ......

I'm Cao.

I'm getting old, old man.

As for you?

Bang!

A group of people knelt in front of them.

Old man: "......

".

What's going on?

Marriage proposal?

It is impossible for the old man to agree.

"Ask the master to take us as apprentices. "

The voice is loud.

It's like it's been rehearsed.

Uniform.

The old man's shoulders shook so frightened that the flour was about to fall.

Old man: "Apprentices, do you want to learn to cook?"

"Where did you come from?".

"Go aside, beware of the old man lying here, and you will vomit blood. "

The old man looked like a hooligan.

Since I'm not coveting my beauty.

Then there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Master, we are students of the Modu Drama Academy next door, and we are here to apprentice. "

"That's it, master, you can accept us. "

"We want to learn martial arts ......."

Old man: "What martial arts?".

"I don't understand, old man. "

"Get out of the way, I'm still carrying the noodles. ："

He shook his shoulders.

A young man next to him lit up and got up: "Master, I'll help you." "

Cao, this kid is so shrewd.

Sycophants.

A young man complained.

However, he got up.

I also ran over quickly.

"How can you let the master resist flour and serve in vain. "

"Master, give me ......

".

Seven bags of flour, divided quickly.

The old man was speechless, and walked staggering forward with his hands behind his back.

These boys are sick.

More than thirty young men followed.

Among them, seven guys were carrying flour, with red faces and thick necks.

"It's so heavy. "

"The master just carried seven bags in one go, and he ran around, but he didn't sweat. "

"A master, a master, is indeed a master. "

"Hidden in the city, this is the demeanor of the master.

A master is a master, and he is worthy of being a generation of grandmasters who can teach a master like Brother Yuan. "

"Brothers, work hard, we must apprentice, and when we learn martial arts and enter the entertainment industry, we can become martial arts stars. "

A group of handsome guys from the drama academy are full of fighting spirit.

Follow the old man forward.

The old man came to Yan'er, and Yan'er handed over the phone.

The old man looked down and widened his eyes: "I'm Cao, what's going on?"

[Eighty old man, a generation of grandmasters].

[The masters are among the people, and a generation of grandmasters is ......].

[Brother Yuan's master turned out to be him?].

[818 Those masters of our country's people].

[A beggar in the imperial capital subway, running barefoot and suspected of floating on the water].

[Chinese Kung Fu, is it true or false?].

The old man was stunned.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat.

I didn't do anything, old man, why did I make headlines on Weibo?

Could it be that I am being targeted by a mysterious force, old man?

As soon as he remembered the recent sneaking to watch the live broadcast, his heart suddenly tightened.

No, I have to delete a few websites on my phone.

But soon, the old man reacted.

"I, the Grandmaster?".

He asked, pointing to his nose.

I don't know.