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Yunxuan stood at the door and looked around, and finally saw the person she wanted to see.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly, wearing a leopard print coat, suit pants and polished leather shoes, was walking towards this side. The big gold chain on his neck was shining in the sun. The corners of Yunxuan's mouth twitched twice and rushed to meet him.

"Second uncle, are you here? Let's go in. It's cold outside. " As she said, she helped Ma Yucai, his second uncle's arm, and whispered in his ear as she walked in: "you look too flashy. Isn't my second uncle a common man from the countryside? You're a nouveau riche, aren't you? "

Ma Yucai quietly straightened the gold chain on his neck. "It's just because it's from the countryside that I'm going to wear it like this. If you look at this courtyard and this western style building, if he comes here dressed in dirt, he will not only be unable to afford it, but also disgrace you, right? I have to install it. My style is just right. What's more, in the dark, it gives people a feeling that people are stupid and have a lot of money, and their minds are straightforward. Let Ye Zhen relax their vigilance. Do you mean, little girl? " Ma Yucai winked at Chao Yunxuan.

Yunxuan curled her lips. "Don't fool me with your psychological stuff. Yesterday I saw your circle of friends. You said you want to experience the feeling of a Northwest coal boss."

"Hey... You didn't say it earlier!" Ma Yucai patted Yunxuan's head with his palm, "look at my joke sincerely, don't you? I've also made up such a pile. Be careful that I'll hypnotize your man into a fool

"You can do it if you can." Yunxuan swept Ma Yucai from the top to the bottom and said, "do you look like a psychology expert? Beer belly is bigger than my stomach, and there is a smell of wine on my body. Did you drink again before you came? Look at the bloodshot in the eyes. I didn't know what little movie I saw last night? If it wasn't for Xie Zhihuo who patted his chest to promise me, I would have thought you were a liar! "

"No, it's not. What kind of movie are you carrying in your head? Last night in the world cup, Malaysia played a wonderful match against France. I was just excited and stayed up all night Ma Yucai stroked his stubble beard with an enigmatic face.

"I care about Malaysia, East Asia or Malaysia. If you can't cure Ye Zhen, I'll let Xie Zhihuo not pay you!" Yunxuan didn't care what he did. He stopped and took his arm back. "It's here."

Ma Yucai stretched his leopard print coat and said, "you are still too impatient. Money is something out of one's body. Will an expert like me care? I'm called Da Yin Yin in the city. It's low-key. It's a real show of strength. It's normal that you don't understand because you're still young. " Ma Yucai felt the bank card in his pocket. He was smiling, and the gold chain on his neck swayed slightly with the wind. He was a great man of the world.

"What are you doing, come in?" Yunxuan stood in the door and called for him.

"Cough, I'm a little tired. I'm going to have a rest." The expert stamped his feet awkwardly and trotted to keep up with Yunxuan.

"Ye Zhen is coming back soon. Let's go over the words for the last time. You're my second uncle. I heard that I've found a boyfriend. I'm worried, so I came to see me from my hometown. Your wife died, no children, living alone, living in the countryside, usually no one to see you, hypertension, cold legs... "

" stop! " Ma Yucai couldn't listen to it any more. She stretched out her hand and called out, "you don't have to say it. I remember it. Anyway, I'm a dieless old man who doesn't care about me and doesn't ask me about it!"

"This is not afraid that Ye Zhen will ask the people around you that our words are not right?" Yunxuan patted Ma Yucai on the shoulder, "make do with Ang, it's done. I'll take you back to the new brewery on East Street to drink beer."

"Hum, I am not that greedy man." Ma Yucai turned his head to one side, and the rising corners of his mouth revealed his real mood.

Yunxuan laughed, "you sit down, I'll call Ye Zhen."

Yunxuan went to the corner to call.

Ma Yucai strolled in the living room with his back hands. After a walk around, he sat down on a pear blossom solid wood rocking chair in the corner. He slowly put down his back. The chair shook slightly. Ma Yucai ground the lines on the back of the chair that were not clear because of aging. He sighed, and the light color on his face disappeared, and there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

After a while, Yunxuan came over with the teacup, put it on the tea table, and went to Ma Yucai in the corner, who was reclusive. "I can't imagine you have such an old people's hobby. I thought you only know how to drink and roll strings. Ye Zhen will be home in about ten minutes. Stop playing here and go back to the sofa. "

Ma Yucai slowly opened his eyes. "In fact, my master's pulse is not just my apprentice. I also have a younger brother. "

"What about your younger brother?" Yunxuan is very cooperative.

"My younger martial brother..." Ma Yucai shook his head with a complicated look in his eyes. He stood up with his armrest and looked back at the pristine rocking chair. "This chair should be written by my master."

"Ah?" Yunxuan looked at the chair that was still shaking slightly, "your master? Is he a carpenter

"I'm an expert in psychology. Can my master be a carpenter?" Ma Yucai casually picked up a folding fan beside the chair and hit Yunxuan on the headYunxuan covered her head. "Didn't you say he made this chair?"

"It's his old man's hobby. When he's free, he likes to do some hand work, make a table and bench and so on." Ma Yucai opened the folding fan. There was no drawing on the white fan. There were only a few lines of characters. The handwriting was wild. I couldn't recognize what it was. There were only two characters written on it. Because I saw too much, I could recognize them. Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng is the name of his master. He is a real immortal.

Yunxuan leaned over her head and looked at it for a long time, but she didn't understand. She was not sure whether the fan was written or painted. She wondered, "where did you get this fan? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"It's on the chair." Ma Yucai stroked the handwriting on the upper fan. His fingers trembled slightly because of his excitement. He didn't expect to see Master's handwriting here.

For more than ten years, since the death of his master, he left the Ye family and never saw anything of his master.

Looking at Ma Yucai's excitement, Yunxuan scratched her head. How could this old man still have a story. But now there is no time to wonder what the story is, and there is no time for this person to recall. She took the folding fan in Ma Yucai's hand, closed it and put it back on the chair. She dragged Ma Yucai's arm and walked to the sofa side and said, "OK, ye Zhen is coming back. Let's get to business first. If you like the folding fan and chair, I'll send it to you later."

"Really?" Feng Yucai's eyes brightened. "I, I just want that fan."

"No problem. As long as it's done, you can take the house." Yunxuan promised.

As soon as Ma Yucai sat on the sofa, there was a car noise in the yard. They exchanged their eyes. Ma Yucai nodded and Yunxuan welcomed her out.