Age: My Small World

Chapter 351

The time of military training passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a few days had passed.

Because he was concerned about Cheng Xiaoyu, he went to the Sports College that day.

The bicycle under the seat has been changed. It is a Phoenix brand bicycle that I bought with Jiang Xueying.

However, Jiang Xueying insisted that he not pay, and finally paid for it herself and used the ticket.

After buying the car, she got the hang of it pretty quickly.

There was a bicycle at home for Chen Huiling to use for commuting to get off work. Jiang Xueying would also ride it occasionally and learned to ride it naturally. It was a bit of a pity that Yang Jun was spared the trouble of teaching.

Before reaching the Sports College, Yang Jun suddenly saw something on the side of the road, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

The car suddenly stopped and fell to the side of the road, but Yang Jun didn't notice it. His eyes were focused on a gray-haired old man.

"Master, why are you here?"

It turns out that Mr. Hu, who had disappeared for a long time, has returned to the capital. No wonder he could not be found.

Yang Jun asked Zhang Hu and others to find someone, but he didn't even think about going to the capital. According to Mr. Hu's character, he would not come to the capital.

Who knew he would come.

Mr. Hu was in good spirits. He looked at Yang Jun with relief and said, "You are my disciple, so of course I came to see you."

"You, old man, won't be in the capital all the time, right?"

Yang Jun looked at Mr. Hu's attire. He was holding a hat in his hand, which he apparently took off just before he came over, otherwise he wouldn't be able to tell what he looked like.

"I'm originally from Beijing. Is it strange to come to Beijing?"

Mr. Hu curled his lips and quickly knocked Yang Jun on the forehead again.

"You're even asking about Master's whereabouts. You're capable, kid."

"Haha, no, no, I'm just worried about your safety. I'm glad to see that you're okay."

Yang Jun said sincerely.

"That's pretty much it."

Mr. Hu clapped his hands and continued:
"Are you busy today? If not, come with me to a place."

It's afternoon military training time now, so there's no need to worry.

So Yang Jun nodded and said, "It's okay, where are you taking me?"

It’s okay not to go to Xiaoyuer’s place for the time being. Today, the main thing is to find out the situation of Mr. Hu, so that he won’t be unable to find him again.

"Are you still hungry? Go eat first."

It was obvious that Yang Jun was hungry, so Mr. Hu led him into the city.

"Master, go on a bike. It's faster this way."

Yang Jun picked up the bicycle and said to Mr. Hu.

"I didn't expect that you, as resourceful as ever, could get a bicycle so quickly after coming to the capital."

Although I know that my disciple is no ordinary person, this is too fast.

"After all, having a car is more convenient. Why don't you keep this one and ride it? I have another one."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mr. Hu with a sullen face.

"Alright, alright, are you still going to ride? Let's go."

"Go, go, go, don't rush me."

Yang Jun didn't mention this matter anymore.

All the way to the most prosperous Wangfujing, Mr. Hu took him into Quanjude with ease.

Talking as he walked.

"I used to like coming to Quanjude to eat duck. At first, their roast duck wasn't that good; they only fried it. Later, they learned how to make roast duck, and the business took off. I didn't expect the shop to still be there. It's quite rare."

As soon as Mr. Hu opened his mouth, he was like the old capital, with an aura of a naughty leader revealed.

Yang Jun was not surprised for long, and he returned to his ordinary old man status. "The taste is just average."

The two ordered a duck, and after taking a bite of the meat, Mr. Hu shook his head.

"I think it's okay." Yang Jun felt that it was almost the same as the later Quanjude Roast Duck.

"The skin is a little burnt, it doesn't look good. The firewood and charcoal used have a strong smell, and the taste is not good after baking. I was careless." Mr. Hu rinsed his mouth with a tea bowl and really didn't want to eat it.

He was a little disappointed that the things nowadays were not as good as before.

Yang Jun knew something about these things. It was said that Quanjude used to use fruit wood for roasting, but that was not possible now. It was good enough to have ordinary charcoal.

Fruit trees are very precious and are generally not allowed to be cut down. Even if you want to get some to make roast duck, you can't do it. It's not the chef's fault for his poor cooking skills.

After barely finishing dinner, the two went out.

Then Yang Jun continued to ride with Mr. Hu.

This time, Mr. Hu pointed out a way, and his eyes were quite complicated.

Yang Jun didn't ask any more questions and just rode away.

About half an hour later, they came to an alley called Kaimen Hutong. It is said that this place was called Triumph Street in the past, with many families of soldiers returning victoriously living on both sides. Until now, the street has gradually become an alley, and Triumph has become Kaimen.

The streets in the hutongs are indeed wider, and the houses on both sides are true courtyard houses.

When they arrived at the gate of a courtyard that looked quite spacious, Mr. Hu asked him to stop the car.

He looked at the door with nothing at the entrance and sighed.

Yang Jun is not a fool, he saw some of it.

I couldn't help but ask, "Master, is this your home?"

Mr. Hu nodded: "Not anymore, I can only say that he was a former resident."

The huge yard is as big as four or five ordinary courtyard houses, which shows how wealthy Mr. Hu's family was back then.

Now it has been divided into independent residences, separated by bricks, and each household lives there.

Mr. Hu didn't look at it for long, and soon took Yang Jun away from here and came to another place not far from the yard.

"Master, what are we doing here?"

"Come in first and then talk."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Hu pushed open the door of a courtyard and entered.

This is a standard courtyard house, but only half of it remains, and there are only three rooms here. It seems that it was originally used as a wing room.

As for the other side, it was naturally occupied by people.

Fortunately, there was a brick wall in front and back, which separated the two courtyards.

After opening the door of a side room, Mr. Hu went straight in and sat down.

"Sit down. The reason I brought you here is to tell you about this place so that you can take over in the future."

Yang Jun's heart was in turmoil. He never expected that even in such a situation, Mr. Hu could still be so capable in the capital and actually get a house.

He wanted to rent a house as soon as he arrived, but there has been no news so far, and there is no good news from Jinhua.

"Master, this house?"

Yang Jun was naturally full of doubts. Didn’t his master already lose his mansion?
Mr. Hu waved his hand, asked him to sit down, and then began to explain:

"As you can imagine, when our family moved south, we lost the house."

"And this residence was actually something I asked Shangxun to help me with later."

Yang Jun frowned: "Then you won't hide your whereabouts?"

Mr. Hu did not tell Liu Shangxun and his aunt where he was staying.

Now his whereabouts are self-defeating.

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