Just as he got into the car, he saw two vans drive up to the abandoned factory gate and stop. Several men hopped out of the car, then headed towards the factory and went in.
Yan Tian needed not to think about it to know that these were Zi Yue's gang members come to handle the scene of incidence. After all, within the factory there were two of their men. Nevertheless, they needed to lay them to peace.
Yan Tian noticed that it was no longer early and that it would soon be lunch time. He gunned the car and headed back to the company, not knowing if Chairman Liu had missed him or not.
Of course, how could Liu Ruoxin possibly miss him? After Yan Tian returned to the company, he was met with the roll of her eyes. He was left with nothing but to chuckle. Before several minutes had passed, Liu Ruoxin ordered him to bring some food.
Seeing that there were quite a lot of people in the cafeteria, Yan Tian thought it over and a light bulb went off in his mind. Instead, he prepared to go outside to pick up an order. In any case, he didn’t have anything to do.
Yan Tian quickly found a pulled noodle stand in the vicinity of the company. Although Yan Tian had grown up abroad since he was a child, he viewed himself as a Chinese man. He still thought eating a bowl of noodles was still rather authentic.
Since it was currently lunchtime, the inside of the noodle stall was packed full of customers. Some people lowered their slurping great mouthfuls of noodles and some people impatiently asked the boss lady if their meal was ready yet.
Yan Tian wanted a bowl of hand-cut noodles, so he looked for a table to sit down at and waited. However, before his food could arrive, surprisingly, a crackpot had come?
The only thing that could be seen was a seemingly seventy-year-old man sitting down across from Yan Tian. The old man had a pair of deep-set eyes and his face was covered by wrinkles from the passage of time. His hair was ash-colored and in total disarray. Although the old man's age was rather advanced, his body gave the impression of vitality. In his hand, he held a rapidly-melting ice cream and looked like a kid while lapping at it. His hand was covered in the ice cream.
"Hehehe, youngster, quickly hail me as master." The old man licked his fingers, then looked at Yan Tian and giggled.
As Yan Tian thought to himself how was it possible for him to meet a nutcase, the old man smiled.
The old man looked at Yan Tian and smiled at him, immediately assuming a comical stance, causing the surrounding people to laugh heartily.
Yan Tian looked at the old man and smiled as well, not speaking.
"How about it? Call me master. If you call me master, I'll teach you martial arts." The old man completed his actions and stared at Yan Tian.
As soon as Yan Tian heard the old man, he wanted to laugh. Teach him kung fu? Was this a joke? It seemed like this old man really was a loon.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? What I'm saying is true. If you call me master, I'll accept you as my disciple." The old man saw that Yan Tian wasn't saying anything and once again reiterated his statement.
"You'll teach me kung fu? Really? Will I be able to become a rooftop-leaping, wall-running martial arts master?" Yan Tian feigned curiosity.
The old man looked at Yan Tian's curious expression and nodded his head satisfiedly.
"Haha, soaring over rooftops and leaping over walls? Those are minor endeavors. How about it? Will you study under me or not?
As soon as the surrounding people heard the old man, they looked towards him disdainfully. This old man was really blowing hot air.
At this time, the noodle shop waiter had brought Yan Tian's noodles over. However, before Yan Tian had a chance to eat, the old man scooped up several strands of noodles into his mouth barehanded. Not only did he not dislike the scalding heat, he thought the taste was pretty good. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and two great mouthfuls of noodles, completely uncaring of the dumbfounded Yan Tian.
"Hey, old thing. This is mine." Yan Tian immediately became unhappy.
"You stinking brat, I'm your elder. Respect the old and cherish the young; do you not understand? Quickly hail me as mater." The old man promptly said as he adopted the front of one of an elder..
However, Yan Tian felt it was useless to lower himself onto the level of the old loon. He was forced to glare at the old man, then look towards the waiter and request another bowl.
The old man watched the unspeaking Yan Tian and said with lips smacking: "Hey, stinking brat, hurry up and call me master. If you call me master, then I'll give you something good.
Yan Tian heard the old man would give him something? In any case, for him to call an old loon his master wasn’t anything. He hurriedly made to leave as to avoid the babbling old man in front of him.
As Yan Tian thought about it, he laughed wryly: "Good, good, good. Master, if is it alright, will your venerable treat this disciple to a plate of food to eat happily?
"Hahaha, child, you finally called me master. Hoo, I'll give this to you. A good item. As soon as the old man heard Yan Tian called him master, he smiled in satisfaction. From his pouch, he pulled out a shabby rusted ring.
Yan Tian simply didn’t believe that this was some sort of good item. In the end, he looked at it and cursed. You're giving me trash?
Although he wanted to throw out this kook in a rush, Yan Tian feigned a pleased face and stowed the ring.
Wearing a face full of appreciation, Yan Tian said: "Thank you, master. Disciple has received your gift. As for whether or not your venerable should……"
As Yan Tian spoke, he cast his eyes to the door outside. It seemed that the old man was in a hurry to leave.
The old loon pretended he didn't see Yan Tian, while still eating great mouthfuls of noodles. As soon as he finished eating, he rubbed his stomach and belched. With his deep-set eyes he glanced at Yan Tian.
"I have already imparted my exceptional teachings to you. Hahaha, farewell." The old loon finished speaking, then merrily laughed as he ran off, even without wiping his mouth of oil.
Yan Tian watched the old man's leaving back and finally let loose a breath of air. He could finally eat in peace. Looking at the crummy ring in his hand, he casually pocketed it.
Yan Tian finished eating, then wrapped up a portion to bring back to Liu Ruoxin's office.
Midday had passed and the sky had changed its appearance. The cheerful, magnificent sunlight of noon had transformed into the dense sunlit fog of the afternoon.
Later, night would gradually come. The scintillating rays of twilight would slowly fade, floating away and then purged. Following, the waning sound of wind and bleak evening dusk would come once again.
After Yan Tian brought Liu Ruoxin back home, he discovered that Mother Sun had already returned. He called out to her in greetings, then drove the car back home.
It seemed that it was the same as yesterday. Upon returning home, he discovered Sun Yue sitting on the sofa watching Korean drama. It was merely that she didn’t sleep today.
"I'm home. Did you miss me?" Just as Yan Tian came in through the door, he chuckled.
"Yeah, right! Why would I miss you?" Sun Yue's eyes were firmly fixed to the television.
Yan Tian scratched his head, laughing, then went to take a cold bath. Afterwards, he went into his bedroom by himself.
Due to his curiosity, Yan Tian took out the shabby ring that the old loon had given him in his bedroom and examined it. However, after looking at it for a while, he didn’t see anything apparent. Without any better options, he threw it into the trash and cursed the old man darkly.
Sitting in his bedroom for a while, Yan Tian then got up and took out his suitcase from his cupboard. He opened the suitcase and looked at the erotic magazines that he had hidden his flying needles, then laughed contrivedly.
Yan Tian flipped over the bottom of the suitcase for a moment and pulled out an item enclosed in black cloth. Slowly opening the black cloth, the inside revealed a book. The book page appeared to be somewhat salacious.
This book was something Yan Tian's master had gave him when he returned home. Within the book was a record of his master's entire life.
Yan Tian carefully flipped the page and looked at it. However, as he looked it over, he didn't go any further. Within the book, his master had surprisingly said twenty years ago he had accepted an apprentice. At eight months, that kid had liked eating cow poop?
Yan Tian thought about it; twenty years ago wasn't he that disciple? However, when did he eat cow poop?
"Damn, you old thing, when did I eat cow poop?”
Yan Tian angrily took the book and threw it on the bed, wondering if whether or not he should write his own record? Perhaps he would say that his master liked to eat feces? Or how about saying that he was a homosexual?
Just as Yan Tian thought about what to write about his master, he had suddenly glanced at an item from the corner of his eyes.
It could be seen that within the book that Yan Tian had throw on his bed there was surprisingly an item wedged inside. Yan Tian walked forwards, picked it up, and took a look. It was an old-fashioned black-and-white photo.
In the photo, there was a middle-aged man holding two-to-three-month-old infant to his bosom. Yan Tian glanced at it. Should this not be master when he was young? Was the infant being embraced himself?
After he looked at it for a moment more, Yan Tian flipped it over and surprisingly there were several sentences written on it. Yan Tian thought to himself that his should be his master's writing.
"Yan Tian, Tian'er, Heart King, the greatest accomplishment of my life was accepting you as my apprentice. I have no wife, nor child. However, I have you as my disciple. Being your master has made me very happy. As of now, you have completed your studies. I no longer deserve to be your master. China is your true homeland. There lies the true stage of your life.”
After Yan Tian finished reading it, a good amount of time passed before he regained his wits. Yan Tian thought to himself, was his master truly unwilling to have him? It must be said that if the old man was unfit to be called master by Yan Tian, Yan Tian still wouldn't believe it, even if he was beaten to death. He could confirm that ten of him now wouldn't be able to defeat his master. The old man was unsuitable to be his master? What a joke.
Yan Tian smiled wryly, shaking his head and took the photo then once again placed it inside the book. After he inspected it once more to see if there were no other things, he put it back inside the black cloth. As soon as he finished stowing it away, he went into the living room and watched television with Sun Yue.
Just as he got into the car, he saw two vans drive up to the abandoned factory gate and stop. Several men hopped out of the car, then headed towards the factory and went in.
Yan Tian needed not to think about it to know that these were Zi Yue's gang members come to handle the scene of incidence. After all, within the factory there were two of their men. Nevertheless, they needed to lay them to peace.
Yan Tian noticed that it was no longer early and that it would soon be lunch time. He gunned the car and headed back to the company, not knowing if Chairman Liu had missed him or not.
Of course, how could Liu Ruoxin possibly miss him? After Yan Tian returned to the company, he was met with the roll of her eyes. He was left with nothing but to chuckle. Before several minutes had passed, Liu Ruoxin ordered him to bring some food.
Seeing that there were quite a lot of people in the cafeteria, Yan Tian thought it over and a light bulb went off in his mind. Instead, he prepared to go outside to pick up an order. In any case, he didn’t have anything to do.
Yan Tian quickly found a pulled noodle stand in the vicinity of the company. Although Yan Tian had grown up abroad since he was a child, he viewed himself as a Chinese man. He still thought eating a bowl of noodles was still rather authentic.
Since it was currently lunchtime, the inside of the noodle stall was packed full of customers. Some people lowered their slurping great mouthfuls of noodles and some people impatiently asked the boss lady if their meal was ready yet.
Yan Tian wanted a bowl of hand-cut noodles, so he looked for a table to sit down at and waited. However, before his food could arrive, surprisingly, a crackpot had come?
The only thing that could be seen was a seemingly seventy-year-old man sitting down across from Yan Tian. The old man had a pair of deep-set eyes and his face was covered by wrinkles from the passage of time. His hair was ash-colored and in total disarray. Although the old man's age was rather advanced, his body gave the impression of vitality. In his hand, he held a rapidly-melting ice cream and looked like a kid while lapping at it. His hand was covered in the ice cream.
"Hehehe, youngster, quickly hail me as master." The old man licked his fingers, then looked at Yan Tian and giggled.
As Yan Tian thought to himself how was it possible for him to meet a nutcase, the old man smiled.
The old man looked at Yan Tian and smiled at him, immediately assuming a comical stance, causing the surrounding people to laugh heartily.
Yan Tian looked at the old man and smiled as well, not speaking.
"How about it? Call me master. If you call me master, I'll teach you martial arts." The old man completed his actions and stared at Yan Tian.
As soon as Yan Tian heard the old man, he wanted to laugh. Teach him kung fu? Was this a joke? It seemed like this old man really was a loon.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? What I'm saying is true. If you call me master, I'll accept you as my disciple." The old man saw that Yan Tian wasn't saying anything and once again reiterated his statement.
"You'll teach me kung fu? Really? Will I be able to become a rooftop-leaping, wall-running martial arts master?" Yan Tian feigned curiosity.
The old man looked at Yan Tian's curious expression and nodded his head satisfiedly.
"Haha, soaring over rooftops and leaping over walls? Those are minor endeavors. How about it? Will you study under me or not?
As soon as the surrounding people heard the old man, they looked towards him disdainfully. This old man was really blowing hot air.
At this time, the noodle shop waiter had brought Yan Tian's noodles over. However, before Yan Tian had a chance to eat, the old man scooped up several strands of noodles into his mouth barehanded. Not only did he not dislike the scalding heat, he thought the taste was pretty good. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and two great mouthfuls of noodles, completely uncaring of the dumbfounded Yan Tian.
"Hey, old thing. This is mine." Yan Tian immediately became unhappy.
"You stinking brat, I'm your elder. Respect the old and cherish the young; do you not understand? Quickly hail me as mater." The old man promptly said as he adopted the front of one of an elder..
However, Yan Tian felt it was useless to lower himself onto the level of the old loon. He was forced to glare at the old man, then look towards the waiter and request another bowl.
The old man watched the unspeaking Yan Tian and said with lips smacking: "Hey, stinking brat, hurry up and call me master. If you call me master, then I'll give you something good.
Yan Tian heard the old man would give him something? In any case, for him to call an old loon his master wasn’t anything. He hurriedly made to leave as to avoid the babbling old man in front of him.
As Yan Tian thought about it, he laughed wryly: "Good, good, good. Master, if is it alright, will your venerable treat this disciple to a plate of food to eat happily?
"Hahaha, child, you finally called me master. Hoo, I'll give this to you. A good item. As soon as the old man heard Yan Tian called him master, he smiled in satisfaction. From his pouch, he pulled out a shabby rusted ring.
Yan Tian simply didn’t believe that this was some sort of good item. In the end, he looked at it and cursed. You're giving me trash?
Although he wanted to throw out this kook in a rush, Yan Tian feigned a pleased face and stowed the ring.
Wearing a face full of appreciation, Yan Tian said: "Thank you, master. Disciple has received your gift. As for whether or not your venerable should……"
As Yan Tian spoke, he cast his eyes to the door outside. It seemed that the old man was in a hurry to leave.
The old loon pretended he didn't see Yan Tian, while still eating great mouthfuls of noodles. As soon as he finished eating, he rubbed his stomach and belched. With his deep-set eyes he glanced at Yan Tian.
"I have already imparted my exceptional teachings to you. Hahaha, farewell." The old loon finished speaking, then merrily laughed as he ran off, even without wiping his mouth of oil.
Yan Tian watched the old man's leaving back and finally let loose a breath of air. He could finally eat in peace. Looking at the crummy ring in his hand, he casually pocketed it.
Yan Tian finished eating, then wrapped up a portion to bring back to Liu Ruoxin's office.
Midday had passed and the sky had changed its appearance. The cheerful, magnificent sunlight of noon had transformed into the dense sunlit fog of the afternoon.
Later, night would gradually come. The scintillating rays of twilight would slowly fade, floating away and then purged. Following, the waning sound of wind and bleak evening dusk would come once again.
After Yan Tian brought Liu Ruoxin back home, he discovered that Mother Sun had already returned. He called out to her in greetings, then drove the car back home.
It seemed that it was the same as yesterday. Upon returning home, he discovered Sun Yue sitting on the sofa watching Korean drama. It was merely that she didn’t sleep today.
"I'm home. Did you miss me?" Just as Yan Tian came in through the door, he chuckled.
"Yeah, right! Why would I miss you?" Sun Yue's eyes were firmly fixed to the television.
Yan Tian scratched his head, laughing, then went to take a cold bath. Afterwards, he went into his bedroom by himself.
Due to his curiosity, Yan Tian took out the shabby ring that the old loon had given him in his bedroom and examined it. However, after looking at it for a while, he didn’t see anything apparent. Without any better options, he threw it into the trash and cursed the old man darkly.
Sitting in his bedroom for a while, Yan Tian then got up and took out his suitcase from his cupboard. He opened the suitcase and looked at the erotic magazines that he had hidden his flying needles, then laughed contrivedly.
Yan Tian flipped over the bottom of the suitcase for a moment and pulled out an item enclosed in black cloth. Slowly opening the black cloth, the inside revealed a book. The book page appeared to be somewhat salacious.
This book was something Yan Tian's master had gave him when he returned home. Within the book was a record of his master's entire life.
Yan Tian carefully flipped the page and looked at it. However, as he looked it over, he didn't go any further. Within the book, his master had surprisingly said twenty years ago he had accepted an apprentice. At eight months, that kid had liked eating cow poop?
Yan Tian thought about it; twenty years ago wasn't he that disciple? However, when did he eat cow poop?
"Damn, you old thing, when did I eat cow poop?”
Yan Tian angrily took the book and threw it on the bed, wondering if whether or not he should write his own record? Perhaps he would say that his master liked to eat feces? Or how about saying that he was a homosexual?
Just as Yan Tian thought about what to write about his master, he had suddenly glanced at an item from the corner of his eyes.
It could be seen that within the book that Yan Tian had throw on his bed there was surprisingly an item wedged inside. Yan Tian walked forwards, picked it up, and took a look. It was an old-fashioned black-and-white photo.
In the photo, there was a middle-aged man holding two-to-three-month-old infant to his bosom. Yan Tian glanced at it. Should this not be master when he was young? Was the infant being embraced himself?
After he looked at it for a moment more, Yan Tian flipped it over and surprisingly there were several sentences written on it. Yan Tian thought to himself that his should be his master's writing.
"Yan Tian, Tian'er, Heart King, the greatest accomplishment of my life was accepting you as my apprentice. I have no wife, nor child. However, I have you as my disciple. Being your master has made me very happy. As of now, you have completed your studies. I no longer deserve to be your master. China is your true homeland. There lies the true stage of your life.”
After Yan Tian finished reading it, a good amount of time passed before he regained his wits. Yan Tian thought to himself, was his master truly unwilling to have him? It must be said that if the old man was unfit to be called master by Yan Tian, Yan Tian still wouldn't believe it, even if he was beaten to death. He could confirm that ten of him now wouldn't be able to defeat his master. The old man was unsuitable to be his master? What a joke.
Yan Tian smiled wryly, shaking his head and took the photo then once again placed it inside the book. After he inspected it once more to see if there were no other things, he put it back inside the black cloth. As soon as he finished stowing it away, he went into the living room and watched television with Sun Yue.
