Yanjing.
Halfway through the long holiday, the big guys in Yanjing finally have some free time. They no longer have to work and are preparing to take a vacation and rest like ordinary office workers.
"Supervise each other and no one is allowed to leave Beijing."
"It's only been a few days, who would leave Beijing?"
"Yes, yes, yes. We will definitely not leave Beijing and will stay here on standby."
The elders reminded each other in the group.
"Jingting Mountain" has been spread back from Suzhou, and Wang Tingshan has become completely famous in the top circle.
At this moment, all the bigwigs were ready to make a move, which was ten or a hundred times stronger than when the "Yellow Crane Tower" was sent back from Hanyang.
Because I needed to work before, but now I don’t, so I can rest for two or three days.
However, everyone knows that if they don't supervise each other, many people will really leave Yanjing.
There must be restrictions. If everyone goes out, and if something urgent happens and no one can get to work immediately, won't there be chaos
There was only one old man who was an exception. He had completed his last shift and officially retired and returned home.
Mr. Jiang is not from Suzhou, but when he retired and returned to his hometown, his first stop was to take the high-speed rail to Suzhou.
Tonight is his last night in Yanjing.
"Sister, I'm going back to my hometown to enjoy my old age. You should also let go of everything like me."
There were not many people at the farewell dinner, only about seven or eight. Among them was Old Lady Wen. Old Mr. Jiang was in poor health, so he raised his teacup to toast Old Lady Wen.
"I'm in better health than you and can continue to work hard for a few more years." Old Mrs. Wen smiled. Even at her age, she still drinks occasionally.
Others thought that Mrs. Wen's good health was due to her genes and there was no comparison.
But only she realized that it was because Twelve had given her something to eat at some point that her health was so good.
Seven or eight years ago, when Mrs. Wen checked her physical indicators, she was not very optimistic.
But starting about five or six years ago, all of her physical indicators were much healthier than they were ten years ago, as if she had suddenly become ten years younger.
"Sister, do you have any secrets to staying healthy?" Old Song, who was also at the banquet, asked Old Lady Wen.
In their circle, Old Lady Wen is considered a very elderly person, with few people older than her.
Those who are older than Mrs. Wen have all kinds of health problems. Basically, they will retire either next year or the year after. There will not be a next term.
"You all understand the principle, it just depends on whether you can do it." Old Mrs. Wen naturally would not express her suspicion that Twelve might have improved her physical condition.
"What's the reason?" asked another elder with a smile.
"When the mind is calm, the body is at peace. When the body is at peace, the body is healthy. When the mind is at peace and the body is healthy, there are fewer diseases. Kinetic energy generates yang. When yang is vigorous and unobstructed, the qi and blood flow smoothly, the muscles become plump, and the tendons and bones are strong." said Old Mrs. Wen.
The elders pricked up their ears.
Old Lady Wen continued, "The mind should be calm, the body should be active, and nutrition should be balanced but not excessive. These are the three magic weapons advocated by health experts of all schools throughout the ages. It is not only diet and exercise that determine the length of a person's life. A happy mood and a positive attitude are also very important."
"Indeed it is."
“It’s hard to do.”
"It's my elder sister who is more open-minded. We become more stubborn as we get older."
The elders naturally understand this way of health preservation, but it is difficult to do it.
In a person’s life, the biggest enemy is always himself.
"Lao Jiang, are you taking the train tomorrow afternoon?" Lao Song suddenly asked Lao Jiang.
"In the afternoon, arrive in Gusu in the evening." Lao Jiang nodded.
After hesitating for a while, Old Lady Wen said, "Xiao Yang and the others will leave Gusu tomorrow afternoon."
Lao Jiang was stunned: "Leaving in the afternoon?"
"I don't know the exact time of their flight, but they will probably fly south tomorrow afternoon and evening. The Silver Beach is the ultimate destination of their long vacation, and they will stay there for three days." said Mrs. Wen.
Lao Jiang sighed, "I thought I could catch up, what a pity."
Old Song couldn't help but said to Old Lady Wen, "Sister, can Xiao Yang and the others stay in Gusu for one more day?"
Old Madam Wen smiled bitterly, "Because of what happened to Twelve, Thirteen and I still have a deep rift, and it's probably something that will never be bridged in this lifetime. I really can't bring myself to ask her this, and even if I did, she wouldn't listen to me. Sometimes, outsiders' words are more effective than mine."
Lao Jiang smiled and said, "Sister, no need. It's fate. If I really must see Xiao Yang, I can change my train or plane and go there in the morning, and arrive before the afternoon."
"Lao Jiang, do you want to change your train or plane?" asked Lao Song.
Old Jiang shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go there in the afternoon. Hanyang is too far, so I won't go to see the Yellow Crane Tower. I can't climb Mount Tai either, but I can go to the West Hill to see what 'All the Birds Fly High' looks like. It's too much like us later on."
The elders were silent. They had all reached the pinnacle of their lives and fields. Even though there were seven or eight people at the table, to be honest, they felt that Yang Fan, whom they had never met, understood them better.
Everyone here is unable to speak the truth.
"Bon Voyage!"
"See you later!"
“See you in retirement!”
The elders used tea instead of wine to toast Mr. Jiang and the contributions he made throughout his life.
At their age, this separation means they will basically never see each other again.
There are many reasons why we may never meet again, but to sum it up, this is just how life is.
Like many people, after graduating from college, we went our separate ways and parted ways for life.
After the most beautiful, flamboyant and unforgettable four years, we will never see each other again.
Some people do not want to be willful because the journey is too long and their financial conditions do not allow them to be willful.
Some are because life is too busy. The past is the past, and there is no need to let the past affect the present life.
The health of Mr. Jiang and his group does not allow them to run around anymore.
Living in a different place might cost an elderly person his life as he would be exhausted from all the traveling and suffering from the unfamiliar climate and water.
Mr. Jiang doesn't take a plane because he is afraid of the excitement of the moment when the plane takes off and lands. The sudden weightlessness is very irritating to the old man's heart.
On the West Mountain, two thousand seven hundred miles away.
The setting sun completely fell into the Taihu Lake on the West Mountain, and Yang Fan and his group on the top of the mountain prepared to go down the mountain.
Wang Tingshan and his secretary had already climbed up and were acting as bodyguards.
Xishan is less populated but very safe.
However, for girls like Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian, their safety factor is not high no matter where they are.
It is impossible for Wang Tingshan and his secretary to run away immediately after getting the calligraphy.
They had to keep going up. Yang Fan was the only man there, and Wang Tingshan felt that Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian were not very safe.
Wealth can be concealed, but beauty and figure are difficult to hide.
It is impossible for modern people to wear scarves or masks whenever they go out. This is not the Middle East, and there has never been an epidemic that requires wearing masks when going out.
"Brother Yang, Xishan is not very lively and is not well maintained. I'm sorry for that." Wang Tingshan was full of apologies and felt ashamed of the Taihu lines he had recited to Yang Fan and his group.
It sounds so good, but the reality is completely different.
"Not bad." Before going down the mountain, Yang Fan looked towards the west for the last time: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."