C28 Branching and dispersing of leaves

He could not help but think about how he would always stay in this courtyard when he was young. With the help of the wind, he looked at the green grass vines and had a sense of indescribable happiness. He did not know before, but now he knew, it was because of the Psychic Communication.

Quietly listening to the sounds of spring, autumn and the withering of the flowers and the sadness of reaching the end of his life, his face became more and more at a loss. With a little life, Chen Yufan could hear what they were thinking.

However, these voices didn't sound sorrowful at all. It was as if they were lamenting the coming of spring and autumn. It was the lamentation of a year of grass and trees.

At this moment, in the west wing, Murong Xuehua was conversing with Li Qinhua, her daughter-in-law. Inside the east wing, Chen Suifeng and the old man Chen Zhenghe were seated facing each other with incense in hand and tea in their hands. They were watching the chess game silently.

The muddy color on his face had already been washed clean. He was dressed in a clean set of clothes, and the appearance of an old farmer could no longer be seen. Although there were wrinkles on his face, his charm was indeed a kind of scholar's charm, and was extremely proud and aloof.

As Hei Zi landed, the old man Chen Zhenghe's pursed mouth opened as well, saying, "Suifeng, this matter will have to be told to that child Yu Fan sooner or later. Since he already knows about it, that's good as well. There was no way Ye Zichen would want to hide it from him for the rest of his life! But old man Long's suggestion ? "

After a long while, he finally lifted the teacup away from his mouth and said: "His way of thinking is reasonable. After all, he only has one son, Yu Fan, and only one grandson, so he needs Yu Fan to inherit some things. With Long Sect in his own hands, this kind of giant thing would be more at ease than being in the hands of others!"

Chen Suifeng laughed and said, "Father is right, but that kid, Yu Fan, is somewhat resistant to it!"

The old man laughed, laughing very happily as he said, "Yufan is indeed worthy of being a descendant of my Chen Clan, he has some backbone." After all, what happened that year couldn't be considered to be right or wrong. However, with Old Man Long's personality, he probably won't give up. It's been very difficult for him for the past few years, so the moment a terrifying existence like the Long Sect fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will definitely cause some ripples. "

Drinking a light mouthful of tea, Chen Zhenghe stared at Chen Yufan who had been sitting in the courtyard and muttered: "This child Yu Fan, is not bad, not bad!"

"Does father really want him to take over the Long Sect? Is he still a child? " Chen Suifeng immediately replied.

Chen Zhenghe shook his hand, and laughed: "There's no rush, there's no rush, since he wants to study abroad, then let him be! After a year or two, he would mature. It would be too late for him to return to consider this issue when he had matured. It's just that my body might not be able to see it anymore! "

The old man looked at Chen Yufan with grief, his eyes filled with unwillingness to part. Chen Suifeng also raised his head, and took a deep breath to console him: "Your body is still strong and healthy, and you are still waiting to take revenge for your great-grandson? How can you say such depressing words!? " As he spoke, he looked at the chess board under him and said, "We have already played this game for ten years. There is no harm in playing it for another ten years!"

"Well, well! The old man will not say anymore, not anymore, let's play chess! "

This was a game that had been played for ten years. What Chen Suifeng said was not wrong, because this was already a game that was incomplete, at the end of the game, and the battle was still intense, as if every single point was being fought over. It was extremely exhausting. This game of chess had already been deeply engraved in the hearts of Chen Suifeng and the old man.

Every time the two of them met, they would always want to continue this game of chess. Chen Suifeng's chess skills were taught to him by the old man Chen Zhenghe, but he had never won against the old man. And this game of chess was without a doubt, the game that the two of them played the longest.

This chess piece contained too much, too many things. A white eyebrow landed on the chess board. The old man held the cup and laughed at himself, "I'm getting old, I'm really getting old. I actually made a mistake while I was old!"

Chen Suifeng also laughed, raising the chess piece in his hand, about to grasp at this flaw, but just as his chess piece was about to fall, he was suddenly stunned, and sighed after a long while: "Old Jiang is still spicier! Father wanted to make a mistake for me on purpose, but in reality, he had designed it so that I could take advantage of it! I'm not stupid! "

After saying that, Chen Suifeng started to look at the entire chess board, Chen Zhenghe nodded his head in satisfaction, and smiled, but did not speak, as though he was thinking about what happened many years ago. After a while, seeing that Chen Suifeng's finger had not landed, he laughed: "Suifeng, I have been very magnanimous my whole life, and have never used this kind of method in chess before.

Chen Suifeng knew that the reason he had been able to stand in such a position for such a long time in politics was because he learned the key to fighting from the old man. He had learned from the chessboard that the old tutor had an upright and upright life. He had once been the head of the education department and had many disciples.

Later on, he entered the heart of power, and after spending all that time with ease, even though he had already retreated, his power was still there. With a wave of his arms, the scene was more terrifying than any other scene in the world. Thus, the higher-ups always treated the old man with respect. They didn't dare to be overbearing in the slightest.

Because in the current center of political power, of the thirteen people, four of them were disciples of the old man, and there were even many students in the army.

Chen Zhenghe laughed and said: "Suifeng, in this old man's life, I have nothing to ask for anymore, but what I am most proud of is my disciples everywhere, but no one knows, in truth, you are this old man's most proud disciple in his entire life. If that's not possible, then I'll have to hone my skills a bit more! "

This was a promise that the old man Chen Zhenghe had given him, as well as the direction that Chen Suifeng had always strived towards. As long as he could win one round from the old man, the old man would hand over all the people in his hands to him.

Therefore, he still wanted to see, look at Chen Suifeng's heart, look at his methods, and see if he could shoulder this heavy burden. It seemed that this brat had grown up quite well.

Black and white gave birth to the dao of nature, the dao of man. The art of chess seemed simple, but if one didn't understand it thoroughly, then it was still an impossibility. Therefore, even though Chen Suifeng was already in his prime and was still a Mayor, the old man still wanted to take a look at him. The true center of power was far more difficult than the little fish and small shrimp from Jin Ling City, and that was the ocean.

Rather than that, it was better to just let this brat obediently stay in the Jin Ling. At the very least, his life would not be in danger. In the past few decades, there had been fewer and fewer people who could live in the distant north as carefree as the elderly. Therefore, the old man became more cautious and wanted to see more.

The old man was cautious, so was Chen Suifeng. He held onto the chess piece and didn't dare to leave it for a long time.

A game of chess that lasted a long time, with no results even after a long time. Chen Suifeng could not help but look somewhat dejected, while the old man Chen Zhenghe could not help but feel somewhat happy in his heart. He thought to himself: This son still has a future. At the very least, he has a much more future than those sons of mine in the capital.