The leisurely life of rebirth

"Shut up! You think it's just children fighting. If you can't win, go to the other person's parents." Lao Li was furious. "It's because we usually don't discipline and teach this brat less, so he doesn't know that the sky is high and the sky is high.

You are so messy and causing trouble, you really think I don’t know the names of your brats outside - Young Master Bao, Brother Bao, Lingnan Yizhao!" He sighed and lowered his arms, alas! Look at him now.

, tell him what to say!

"So what." The middle-aged woman looked at the furious Old Li and muttered guiltily, then curled her lips disdainfully, "I really don't blame our Bao'er this time. Our Bao'er gave him Yan San'er with good intentions.

When the medicine box was recovered, not only was he not grateful, he even got into a fight."

"Shut up!" Lao Li paced back and forth, "I don't know what your son's virtues are. He is a person who went to Taotaoju. If they had a dispute in a hotel or Western restaurant, I would still believe him.

To put it bluntly, your son will go to the teahouse." He looked down on those old antiques, he knew his son too well.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were as wide as bells, as if he wanted to eat someone, and he looked at his son on the hospital bed.[

Bao Shao dodges his eyes with a guilty conscience and says cowardly, "People outside can...can...testify."

"Hey...you think I will believe who's out there? You really think your father is a fool and it's so hard to fool him." He closed his eyes in pain, this useless thing.

When Mr. Bao heard this, he simply broke the jar and said with a pinched neck, "Yes! I asked people to beat Yan San. Who knew there were masters around him, but the result..."

"You're so good! A group of people can't beat one person, and you still have the nerve to say that." He was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

The woman sitting beside the hospital bed asked, "Bao'er, why did you find someone to beat Yan San'er? He has offended you."

"Mom! You don't know that guy blocked my way to make money, you said I could spare him." Bao Shao gritted his teeth and said, not killing him was not enough to satisfy the hatred in his heart.

"There are many ways to deal with him. You just need to go into battle yourself and ask the people below to do it." The beautiful woman said sadly.

"You asked me to tell you what you two are good at! If you pamper your child like this, he will be cured." Lao Li was so angry that he couldn't breathe. "It's not the stone that's stumbling, but the stone."

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"Of course, there is no place for the stone to stand." The beautiful woman said matter-of-factly.

"You guys are really good at it. You really think that this world belongs to you." Lao Li had already spoken to the two of them and argued vigorously.

"Didn't I almost drop that broken medicine box? It's necessary to be so cruel." The woman beside the bed picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on Mr. Bao's face distressedly.

Young Master Bao is very clever. He can only avoid his father's anger by whining non-stop. "It hurts... it hurts..."

Lao Li stared at his lover in surprise, "You believe what he said!"

The woman straightened up and said confidently, "He is my son. I don't believe him. I can't believe outsiders."

Then what else does he have to say? He has two doting mothers and grandfathers, but he is weak and weak, so what can he do?

Make him curious.

"Medicine box! It's so jet black, like the medicine boxes carried by traditional Chinese medicine doctors in costume TV series. It's quite heavy, exudes a metallic luster, and the wood texture feels warm, delicate, and smooth. It's great! No, it's not.

Just a broken piece of wood." Mr. Bao curled his lips disdainfully.

"You know nothing." Lao Li scolded. "Please tell me carefully about the situation at that time. No need to talk nonsense."

Young Master Bao endured the pain and told what happened. Lao Li frowned. Judging from his son's description, this medicine box was of extraordinary value. The key was that it allowed the third son of the Yan family, the one who accompanied the sick person in person, to

It must be the person closest to him. Who is sick? A big question mark appeared in his mind? It can't be what I thought! His heart was racing.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I have to go to work soon. Just stay with Bao'er." Lao Li raised his hand to look at his wrist, stood up and said.[

"Our son's revenge will never be avenged." She stared at him with wide eyes. "We can't let others beat us in vain.

"What else do you want to repay?" Lao Li waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, I know what I know. Take a good look at your son and ask him to be honest."

The beautiful middle-aged woman stood up and muttered with dissatisfaction on her face, "You can still cause trouble, but now that you are like this, why bother? You will have to stay in bed for at least a few months."

After sending her man out, she turned around and entered the ward. Young Master Bao said pitifully, "Mom! It hurts!" He held her hand and shook it, coquettishly.

"The pain is light, you idiot, you should know what to do next time! If you want to teach someone a lesson, you have to do it yourself." The beautiful woman poked his stupid head with her finger.

"I know!" Mr. Bao said in a sullen voice. It's not as fun to teach others to vent their anger as to fight on your own!

In the evening, the red clouds on the horizon make the whole sky red, the breeze blows, and the leaves rustle! The weather is finally not as hot as during the day.

After dinner, Secretary Yan helped Mrs. Yan walk around the courtyard. She stared at her wife in surprise, "Old Yan! I'm so surprised. Why are you taking a walk with me today?" In the past, workaholics did not work day and night.

I guess I can only accompany her in my dreams!

"You can accompany me if you want! Why are there so many?" Secretary Yan pointed to the bench in front of him and said, "Let's go sit there for a while."

The couple walked over hand in hand, and they were really envious of others. After they sat down, they watched the young man playing badminton.

"It's good to be young!" Mrs. Yan said with emotion, looking at the young people jumping around and the badminton flying in the air, "We are all old!"

"You are not old at all. You are still the same as when I first saw you."

Mrs. Yan raised her hand and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever! Why are you talking nonsense?" When she was young, she never heard a sweet word. They were an old couple, so something was wrong.

Before Mrs. Yan could think about it, someone interrupted the couple, "Secretary Yan and my sister-in-law have a really good relationship!"

Secretary Yan helped his wife get up and said, "Minister Li is also taking a walk."

Lao Li looked at the couple and said, 'Pretend, just keep pretending for me and support her. Humph!'

"Going for a walk is good for your health." Lao Li said with a smile, like a smiling tiger, with a cold light in his eyes. "Hey! It's a pity that I can't play badminton jumping up and down like young people." He said.

He said with regret.

"Who said that there are no age differences in badminton? Old people can also play badminton." Secretary Yan asked seriously, "Why is Lao Li interested? Let's make plans and play two games."

"Okay! But I'm afraid my sister-in-law won't be willing." Lao Li said with a smile. He saw Lao Yan's family secretly tugging on his clothes. He would only know if he was sick and tried.

"Don't worry!" Secretary Yan patted his wife's hand reassuringly, "It's okay to play two games. Your old man, I'm not old yet!"

Secretary Yan got up and came off the court with Lao Li, and discussed with the two young people on the court. The two young people on the court gave them the court, racket, and ball, and stepped aside to watch the game.

Mrs. Yan was sitting on the bench with a calm expression, but her hands were clenched tightly, which revealed her true inner thoughts at the moment. She looked at her husband worriedly, could his waist handle it? Playing badminton involves moving the whole body, and her eyes...

It is not possible to move the brain, hands, feet, shoulders, waist, arms and legs. Moving the whole body will make the injury worse.[

Even though Secretary Yan's expression remained as usual, he was still in a state of confusion, but at this critical moment, there was still a way out.

When officials reach a certain level, they are afraid of having physical problems. If physical problems affect their official position or even promotion, it would be an unjust death.

Officials would rather die at their jobs than leave their jobs. A man should not gain power for a day. After tasting the power, he would never give it up until his death.

Secretary Yan was the first to serve the ball, which was very powerful. Sometimes the ball seemed to be out of the barrel, like an arrow leaving the string, and the ball struck the opponent's court like a white lightning.

Seeing the ball being smashed backhand, Secretary Yan easily swung it over. Unexpectedly, both of them were players.

No one gives in, they are very proficient in lofty shots, smashes, chops, lobs and other skills, and they play volleys in front of the net. This kind of offensive style of play, the two of them are also actively running back and forth. It's like a bar.

It's like a fight, and it's a great fight. Although this style of play can quickly hit the net and control the front of the net, it also requires high speed endurance and strength endurance. This style of play consumes a lot of physical strength. I don't know.

Who can survive until the end?

After beating for a while, Secretary Yan’s waist didn’t feel any discomfort. The older he got, the more energetic he became, and the harder he hit, the harder he hit. It had been a long time since he had exercised so happily. It was almost suffocating him to death. He seemed to have found the passionate youthful years.

Pulling and hanging quickly, combining front and back, the two of them were flying all over the place, and they saw that the crowd around them was getting bigger and bigger. From time to time, wonderful applause broke out.

Gradually, the physical exertion was too much, and Lao Li couldn't hold it anymore. Looking at the man who still seemed to have endless energy, he must have guessed wrong. Looking at the ball, he smashed hard and said, "Oh! My waist.

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"What's wrong, what's wrong!" Secretary Yan threw the racket back to the young man and walked quickly over. Some people present also gathered around.

Lao Li waved his hands in pain, "It's nothing, it seems that his waist has slipped."

"This flash of waist is very serious. At such an old age, we should go to the hospital for a checkup!" As they said this, some people went to call the driver, and some went to get the car.

"Old Li! You are ten years younger than Lao Yan!" an old man with all white hair joked with a smile.

His words made Lao Li so angry that he vomited blood. Lao Li looked at the person coming, the old leader, but he couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only say awkwardly, "Hey! I didn't warm up before the fight. Who would have thought." Explain, let's chat.

Better than it!

I stopped being pretentious at this time. My waist really hurt. I got in the car and went straight to the hospital.

Secretary Yan and his wife looked at the car going away, walked back to the villa, closed the door, and laughed loudly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to () subscribe and reward,

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