I have a fever for no apparent reason, and my physical condition is very poor. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ****
Peterson's hearty laughter continued all the way to Aocheng. Like a girl, Wang Bo switched to riding a horse on one side, with his legs resting on one side of the rich man Jin's body.
His posture wasn't very good, but he couldn't help it. His inner thighs really hurt.
"Stop laughing, is this funny?"
Peterson laughed and said: "Haha, it's actually not very funny, but I haven't seen such a riding posture for a long time. When I was young, white girls used this posture to ride horses. I have to say, boss, You remind me of a wonderful time in my youth.”
Lao Wang glared at each other.
The old cowboy could only shrug and said: "Okay, haha, boss, I'm not laughing. This is actually quite interesting. Boss, don't worry, it's the first time to ride a long distance. This kind of scene is too common. This shows that Your skin is still very tender.”
Entering Aocheng, the image of two people riding horses caught the attention of passers-by.
Wang Bo had to endure the pain and change his position. After returning to the normal straddle riding position, he almost fell on the saddle!
Looking at the strange looks from passers-by on the road, Peterson sighed and said, "Boss, it's been too long since O'City has lost its cowboy tradition. Take some photos so we can use them later."
Wang Bo took out his mobile phone and took pictures everywhere. The old cowboy reached out to take pictures of pedestrians.
Pedestrians were also taking photos of them. Lao Wang didn't understand the meaning of taking photos of each other. Could it be that this was a New Zealand version of "you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs." The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams
After a while, a police car drove over. The policeman recognized Wang Bo and said, "Wang, what are you doing? Are you playing horseback riding and slashing?"
Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm a law-abiding citizen. How could I kill him? I'm just riding a horse. Wouldn't this also alert the police?"
The policeman said: "Someone complained about you, saying that your horse might defecate on the road. You know, we are all traffic police, so of course we have to take care of these things, right?"
Without waiting for Wang Bo to answer this time, Peterson shouted dissatisfied: "Hey, officer, the traffic police is responsible for our riding? Come on, kid, I know you. I rode with your grandfather on this road, then The police won’t care about anything at that time!”
This is the population of a small town, so it’s not surprising that they know each other.
The policeman also knew Peterson, and he said helplessly: "Sir, this is no longer the era of riding horses. But of course you can ride horses. I just want to remind you, don't let your horses poop on the road, otherwise it will be serious." To impose fines.”
Wang Bo said it was no problem, and it was indeed no problem, because Tuhao Jin had already finished pulling on Highway 8...
Saying goodbye to the police, they turned the corner and arrived at Maxon's 'Old Man's Harness Shop'.
There is a simple stable with fences at the entrance of the store, and an old maroon horse is already inside, chewing a mixture of soybeans and oats slowly.
Peterson smiled when he saw the old horse and said: "Luckily, this guy is here too. Boss, let me introduce you to an old friend. He is a generous guy. We have an assistant today."
The two tied up their horses and walked into the store one after another. Two of them were drinking wine at the counter.
There is a big difference in body shape between the two people. One is old Maxson, who is strong and burly, and the other is a little old man who is skinny and short. Compared to Maxson, he is like a stick of firewood, but he is very energetic, his eyes are shining, and he looks full of energy. energy.
As soon as Peterson opened the door, Maxon shouted: "Ha, footsteps like a wild boar, guess who is here? I guess it must be the annoying Peterson!"
"Well, it's shouting like a duck. No need to guess, it must be Maxson who only pigs like!" Peterson said tit for tat.
The little old man laughed and said: "Okay, you two, will it be okay to quiet my ears? You bicker every time we meet. Do you want to participate in the 'Mr. Saatchi Talk Show'? For the sake of God, let me Be quiet for a while."
Mr. Saatchi's talk show is a niche program, a local TV program in Austria. There are two hosts, and they are good at bickering.
Peterson introduced Wang Bo: "This old guy is Allen Malone. I think you may not have heard of his name, but if it's twenty years in the morning, no, as long as it's ten years in the morning, you will be in O'City If you are involved, you must know him, he is one of the greatest athletes in the history of Olympia."
"Athletes? That's great. I love sports. Hello, Mr. Malone." Wang Bo extended his hand in a friendly manner.
The old man Ma Long was also very friendly. He laughed and said: "I know you, the eight-time champion of the Olympic Games, right? Don't listen to these guys' nonsense. I am not a great athlete, but I have ridden some good horses. They are just What a great athlete!"
Hearing what he said, Wang Bo guessed: "Are you a horse trainer? Or a horse rider?"
"The latter." Ma Long said, then pointed to his open legs, "When I was eight years old, I walked like you for a while. But when you grit your teeth and persevere, you will notice the situation within half a month at most. It’s very different.”
"Will you get used to this kind of pain?"
"No, your thighs will be worn out, and the pain will make you unable to sleep all day and all night!" Ma Long said helplessly.
Peterson and Maxson laughed, with Maxson teasing: "I still remember it clearly, it was the second grade, right? There was a time when this guy walked like a duck."
Malone had a good temper and was laughing. Then he extended his hand to Wang Bo: "Aaron Malone, an old jockey who has been eliminated by the times."
"Wang, an incompetent mayor." Wang Bo shook hands with him and felt that his big hands were rough and strong, and his arms had beautiful muscle lines that were inconsistent with his age.
Peterson patted the table and said, "Come on, Maxon, let's not talk nonsense. We are here to help you move today. You have almost packed your things, right?"
Maxon pretended not to hear, scratched his disheveled hair and said, "Hey, damn, I have something to do? Oh, the horseshoes need some water!"
"An old guy who takes his promises for granted. It's true that the older he gets, the less courageous he becomes. Allen, I'd like to give you a friendly suggestion. Considering that we have been friends for almost sixty years, I have to remind you that you have many friends. You have an expert at talking." Peterson directly used his ultimate move to taunt him.
Ma Long frowned and said, "What's going on?"
Just as Peterson was about to speak, Maxon turned around and shouted: "Okay, okay, don't be sarcastic, old man, I'm not happy if you don't seem to push me to death! Okay, I'm willing to move to Sunset Town, I'm not a talker Expert, cowboys never say anything, okay?”
Just as Wang Bo was about to laugh, someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "God, whose horse is this? Why is it running around?" (.)