Chapter 469 Heart with Tiger

In the morning, Zhang Yang got up and opened the curtains. He saw Mr. Qiao squatting in the garden in his overalls and trimming flowers and trees. Looking at Mr. Qiao's back, it was hard to imagine that this ordinary-looking old man was a figure who had dominated politics for many years.

The morning light covered Qiao Lao's figure with a layer of golden light. Zhang Yang never thought that he would have such a chance to have such close contact with this figure.

Mr. Qiao's eyes were attracted by a flower containing morning dew. He leaned over and seemed to want to smell the fragrance of flowers, but he immediately realized something. He turned around and saw Zhang Yang standing in front of the window peeping at himself, still wearing a big mask. Qiao Lao's sharp eyes penetrated the limited space, as if he Deep.

Zhang Yang instantly produced a feeling that everything was exposed to people. He smiled at Qiao Lao. Qiao Lao nodded and then turned around to continue his work.

After Zhang Yang finished washing and came to the garden, Mr. Qiao had just finished trimming the branches and collected the cut branches in the trash can. He took the initiative to walk to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang greeted respectfully: "Good morning, Mr. Qiao!"

Mr. Qiao smiled a little and whispered, "Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Okay!"

Mr. Qiao said, "Zhong Changsheng was a little rash." This sentence is equivalent to turning to Zhang Yang to express his apology.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "My body is still strong, and I can stand his fists and feet." Zhang Yang's words are more or less face-to-face. After all, it is well known that he was kicked by Zhong Changsheng and vomited blood on the spot yesterday.

Mr. Qiao said, "It's best if it's okay!"

Zhang Yang said, "Mr. Qiao, get ready, and I'll give you a needle later!"

Joe nodded and said, "I'm ready!"

At Zhang Yang's request, no one should be present when he pricked Mr. Qiao. In Qiao Pengfei's opinion, this is a mystery, but since everyone respects Zhang Yang's request, it is not easy for him to object.

Qiao Laojing sat quietly in the room, facing out of the window. Although his face was not coordinated due to facial paralysis, his expression was still old, and his eyes had returned to peace and warmth, and he could not find the slightest vigilance and sharpness.

In Zhang Yang's view, Mr. Qiao is like a master who has been cultivated to the extreme. Returning to the original. His sharpness has long been hidden in his heart. If it hadn't been for the power of the world that he accidentally caught a glimpse of this morning, it would be difficult for Zhang Yang to believe that this seemingly ordinary old man is

Mr. Qiao had already realized that Zhang Yang was paying attention to everything about him. He smiled and said, "What do I have for you to pay attention to?"

Zhang Yang said, "Don't you know that you are already a legend in the hearts of many people?"

Joe laughed, and his smile made the incongruity of his cheeks more and more obvious. He whispered, "I treat others as gods because I lack a sense of responsibility for society and pinned my hope on others, rather than thinking about doing things in a down-to-earth way and not having the courage to take responsibility."

He turned around and said, "What do you think of me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I think you are quite ordinary!"

Mr. Qiao was obviously stunned. For the first time in his life, someone gave him this comment. He looked at this ignorant boy and looked forward to his follow-up.

Zhang Yang said, "In the past, I felt that you were unattainable, and it was not an exaggeration to treat you as a god. It's not because I lack of social responsibility, nor because I lack the courage to shoulder responsibility. I feel that you are always far away from me. In politics, you represent A small grass in the valley looks up to you from a high mountain..." The man paused and said, "I'm not flattering. I'm realistic and have something to say."

Mr. Qiao said, "Let's finish it!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "But since you always sent me help in the snow, we have found that you are a person who puts the principle of party spirit into practice. It is urgent for the masses to need the needs of the masses. Such a big person is willing to do such a small thing for me, such a small person. How valuable it is to do such a small thing. I now understand what it means to be approachable.

Mr. Qiao smiled and said, "Your mouth is really good at talking. No wonder you became a deputy department-level cadre at a young age."

There is something wrong when Zhang Yang hears it. Is Joe always sarcastic about himself? He hurriedly explained, "Mr. Qiao, I did it well."

Mr. Qiao laughed. He nodded and said, "Don't panic. In fact, everyone likes to listen to flattery. Your flattery is realistic."

When Zhang Yang saw that Mr. Qiao was not really angry, he was relieved and said respectfully, "Mr. Qiao, can I give you a needle?"

Joe nodded. He closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm ready. Let's begin!"

Zhang Yang opened the needle box, twisted up a golden needle, and stood in front of this political figure. Zhang Yang's heart was still a little nervous. He took a deep breath and was about to move forward the needle for him when he suddenly felt a flash of light in the distance. Zhang Yang suddenly turned his head and saw the reflection coming from the flowers outside. In the middle.

Zhang Yang did not close the curtains. He immediately realized that someone was watching his every move in the distance. Mr. Qiao did not open his eyes, but he heard something from Zhang Yang's movement and whispered, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yang said, "It's okay!" He walked over and closed the curtains.

Mr. Qiao said calmly, "Maybe Changsheng is spying on you. He is a person who never forgets his duty."

Zhang Yang said, "I appreciate responsible people." He came to Mr. Qiao again, held up his cheek, and whispered, "Relax, take a needle down, and your old smile will be bright again!"

Mr. Qiao felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and then an indescribable feeling spread. The muscles of his face trembled involuntarily, and the tail end of the golden needle trembled with his facial muscles.

Zhang Yang stood calmly in front of Mr. Qiao and observed the slight changes in his face. After about five minutes, he gently pulled out the golden needle and smiled, "It's okay!"

Mr. Qiao was skeptical about Zhang Yang's words, but when the crispness on his face completely faded, he felt much more relaxed. He tried to puff up his breath, his cheeks bulged high, and there was no running wind.

Zhang Yang handed him the mirror in his hand. Mr. Qiao raised the mirror and smiled in the mirror. His smile was very symmetrical and his lips were no longer crooked. Only then did Mr. Qiao re-examine the young man in front of him. He had seen many famous doctors who were good at acupuncture, but he could cure his interview with one However, there is only one Zhang Yang. Qiao Lao sincerely praised, "Xinglin master!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "No one else, but familiar!" This sentence means modesty, but the guy's face is rippled with pride. He showed this hand in front of Mr. Qiao, which will definitely leave an extremely deep impression on him.

"Thank you!" It's not easy for Qiao Lao to say these two words.

Zhang Yang said, "Don't mind! We are even, and you still sent me paper!"

Joe laughed loudly and turned around and left the room.

The Qiao family were all waiting anxiously outside. Seeing Mr. Qiao coming out in high spirits, they were relieved one by one. Although no one witnessed the magic of Zhang Yang's acupuncture, Qiao's face was as intact as before after receiving acupuncture, which was indeed an indisputable fact. Even Qiao Pengfei had to admit that this boy was really good at it.

When Qiao's family rejoiced for Mr. Qiao's recovery, Zhang Yang had quietly returned to the guest room, packed up his things and was ready to leave.

Qiao Mengyuan gently knocked on his door. The Zhang Yang's door was not closed. He had already heard Qiao Mengyuan from the sound of his footsteps and smiled, "The door is not closed, just come in!"

Qiao Mengyuan whispered, "Are you going to go?"

Zhang Yang nodded and picked up his travel bag: "Mr. Qiao's body has recovered. The work you entrusted me has been completed. If you don't leave now, do you want to stay at your family for the rest of your life?"

Qiao Mengyuan said, "Our family is very grateful to you, Zhang Yang, stay and have dinner together."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Forget it, I have an appointment with a friend at noon. In your house, I always feel constrained. You know, I'm used to being casual. Let me pretend to be honest, which is more uncomfortable than letting me go to prison."

Qiao Mengyuan bit the cherry lip: "I'm sorry..." She said this because Zhang Yang was innocently injured by Zhong Changsheng.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "There is no need for this sentence between us. You think I am a friend, and I think so do I. I will treat Mr. Qiao, not because of his identity, but because he is your grandfather!"

Qiao Mengyuan was so smart. Zhang Yang was showing him something through this sentence. Naturally, she understood that Fang was indescribably moved. Qiao Mengyuan whispered, "I will always cherish you as a friend!"

Zhang Yang carried his travel bag and said, "I should stay in Dongjiang for a few days. I finally had a chance to relax and have a good rest before leaving."

Qiao Mengyuan accompanied him to the living room and said goodbye to his family.

Qiao Zhenliang also tried his best to retain Zhang Yang when he heard that he was leaving.

On the contrary, Qiao Lao smiled and said, "Forget it, I think Zhang Yang feels constrained to stay here. Let's not force him."

Zhang Yang found that the old man's eyes were really like a torch.

Qiao Zhenliang said with regret, "I still want you to write a picture for me!"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "Secretary Qiao, I can meet this requirement, but I heard that Qiao Lao's calligraphy is unique. I took this opportunity to ask Qiao Lao for a word."

Joe didn't expect that the boy took a circle to bring the matter to himself. He smiled and said, "What do you want me to write?"

Zhang Yang said, "It's not for myself. I want to ask Mr. Qiao to give us a word to Jiangcheng New Airport!" This is Zhang Yang's idea. Although Jiangcheng New Airport has become a key project of the province, its momentum in Pinghai Province is still not as good as that of Nancy Deep Water Port. If Mr. Qiao is willing to give them a word, it is equivalent to showing everyone the clear attitude of the Qiao family at the new airport, which plays a huge role in attracting investment. The calculation is very shrewd.

Joe smiled. The young man was indeed a little scheming. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a word, but you have to have a meal with me before you leave!"

Zhang Yang said respectfully, "It's a deal!"

The whole family gathered in the spacious study. Mr. Qiao was full of thick ink and wrote a line of big words on the rice paper - Dapeng rose in the same wind in a day and swayed up to 90,000 miles. This is an excerpt from the poem "Upper Li Yi" by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is extremely in line with the main idea of the construction of Jiangcheng New Airport. Mr. Qiao's calligraphy is open, the pen is old and spicy, and the Tao is simple. Zhang Yang's achievements in calligraphy are extraordinary. At a glance Compared with Mr. Tianchi, he can't even compare with himself, but when it comes to momentum and artistic conception, it's like a big river. Without his mind and cultivation, he can't write such momentum.

Zhang Yang sincerely praised: "Good words!"

Mr. Qiao smiled and said, "I'm not good at picking up my pen, I'm laughing!"

Qiao Mengyuan said, "My grandfather's calligraphy is rarely given to others. Today, this word is given to your medical money!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "The medical fee has been paid a long time ago!"

Everyone didn't know. Qiao Lao and Zhang Yang looked at each other and laughed at the same time. No one would have thought that Qiao Lao had sent Zhang Yang a piece of paper in the snow before.

Put away Joe's old words, and it's his turn to show off.

Zhang Yang wiped his hands with a hot towel. This is his habit of writing. Then he chose a large pen. His meridians were damaged. Now his physical condition is not excellent. If he wants to write a good word, he must reach the peak of his physical and mental state.

But today, in front of so many people, Zhang Yang also showed off. He closed his eyes and thought about what he should write. Suddenly, there was a scene in front of him. In the morning, Mr. Qiao suddenly looked back and the powerful scene. Zhang immediately made up his mind. The wolf howling was full of thick ink, and a drop of thick ink slowly fell from the front of the pen, dripping on the white and flawless rice paper. Before this drop of ink ball melted, Zhang Yang had already waved his hair, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a line of strong and free words appeared in front of everyone - there was

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