Ling Hong stood there in silence and didn't want to talk to him. Meanwhile, Wuhai was still talking about science.
"O 'Neal's paintings are mainly about rural life scenes. Sometimes he is kind and naive, sometimes he is funny and humorous, and sometimes he is sentimental. Sentimentality occupies a considerable weight in his paintings. However, O' Neal is a person with an obvious political tendency and a sense of participation, which I don't like," Wuhai concluded.
"After all, painting needs to be pure. If politics is mixed, the painting won't look good." Without waiting for Ling Hong to interrupt, Wuhai said again, "A painter should pursue freedom. Previously, on the 10th of January, an artist in Chengdu went to participate in the No Trousers Day and took the subway without wearing trousers in order to pursue freedom. Although I won't go, I still agree with this kind of yearning for freedom."
"Ho Ho." Looking at Wuhai's natural expression, Ling Hong smiled on the surface but cursed inwardly. Did this have anything to do with what he said? And what No Trousers Day? The highest temperature on the 10th of January in Chengdu was only 10 degrees Celsius. Besides, the cold in the south was still a magic attack mode.
No Trousers Day? Ling Hong indicated that he didn't want to get cold legs in the future.
"What? Do you have a different opinion? "Wuhai frowned and asked.
"Opinion my a * s. You are a stick." Ling Hong laughed out of anger and directly swore.
"He is talking about the basketball star Shaquille O 'Neal who is known as Hercules or Shaq, not the painter you mentioned." Just when Wuhai was about to speak again, a voice suddenly came from behind and explained carefully.
Because of the interruption of this voice, the two of them looked back at the same time. It turned out to be Grandpa Jia who came to eat again. As usual, he was wearing black trousers and a gray long-sleeved shirt. At this time, he was standing two people away and looking at them.
"Grandpa Jia." Ling Hong greeted politely.
"Um." Grandpa Jia nodded his head and answered with a smile.
As for Wuhai, he just nodded his head thoughtfully as a greeting.
"Shaquille O 'Neal, the basketball star? He's not a painter. "Suddenly, Wu Hai seemed to have come to a realization and said.
"What else? I would like an artist with political leanings. "Ling Hong snorted coldly.
"You're the one who didn't make yourself clear. Blame me." Wu Hai stroked his own mustache and said calmly.
"I won't talk to someone with an IQ below average." Every time Ling Hong argued with Wuhai and lost because of his pride, he would comfort himself like this.
"I heard that Shaquille will be staying in a hotel in Chengdu," Grandpa Jia said.
"Yes, yes, yes. Grandpa Jia, you also know about this?" Ling Hong looked at Grandpa Jia in surprise.
"Of course. I watch all the NBA games when I'm free. Shaquille is indeed very good. However, I still like Yao Ming. Although he has retired, we are not tall enough. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to compete with him." Grandpa Jia nodded his head and expressed his standpoint.
"Shaquille is also super strong, but he has been retired for a few years." Ling Hong also nodded dejectedly.
"Isn't he going to attend the opening of an event? You can see him in person, "Grandpa Jia said with a smile.
"I've seen him in person. I've watched his previous games live. He deserves to be the only Shaq in the history of basketball in a hundred years. When he makes a powerful slam dunk, it feels like the rim of the basket is going to break," Ling Hong said excitedly.
It was rare to see Ling Hong care so much about anything other than food. He chatted happily with Grandpa Jia. Even the awkwardness of them suddenly changing the way they addressed each other was gone.
"That's true. His slam dunk is indeed very comfortable. However, his hook shot under the basket is also very amazing. It's very exciting," Grandpa Jia nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah. Slam dunk and hook shot are his two killer moves. Of course, they are powerful. However, I have only seen it live once. Even now, I still can't forget it," Ling Hong said with a look of pity.
"It's a pity that I didn't see him break the backboard and the rim. I heard that he pulled one down directly," Ling Hong continued.
"He might perform a slam dunk in the opening ceremony this time. I heard that he likes acting very much and has even acted in two movies," Grandpa Jia comforted him.
"You're right. But it would be great if I could get an autographed basketball photo." Like all the other fans, Ling Hong wanted an autographed photo of his idol.
"You can definitely get it if you line up," Grandpa Jia said confidently.
"Haw-haw. That's true. Anyway, I can go in. It's just that I'm a little excited to see it," Ling Hong revealed a smile and said happily.
Then, Ling Hong began to talk about the wonderful moments and glorious deeds of Shaquille O 'Neal as if he were reciting his family treasures. Grandpa Jia, on the other hand, agreed with him earnestly.
The old man and the young man didn't look like a pair of grandfather and grandson. Instead, they looked more like two fans who had a common idol.
"Tsk-tsk. I've never expected that Ling Hong has such a side." Wuhai sighed with emotion in astonishment.
"What I find even more unbelievable is that Grandpa Jia also likes basketball and can even talk about such things," Mr. Wei, who was standing between Ling Hong and Grandpa Jia, said.
However, he had already consciously moved to the side to make it more convenient for the two to communicate.
"Mr. Wei, you also know about basketball?" another customer, who was also squeezed in the middle, asked.
"I don't know. I'm just envious that Grandpa Jia can chat with him. My daughter and I can't do anything about it," Mr. Wei shrugged helplessly.
"Haw-haw. Girls are all chasing after idols nowadays. You have to cater to what they like," the customer, who was about the same age as Mr. Wei, said with a smile.
"It's difficult," Mr. Wei shook his head and only spat out one word.
Unknowingly, it was dinner time. The people in the line got their numbers in order and entered the restaurant to eat.
During this period, Grandpa Jia and Ling Hong kept chatting. From Shaquille O 'Neal's introduction to the history of the NBA to the history of China's basketball, the two never stopped talking.
The only time they stopped talking was when they were ordering the dishes. However, after one o 'clock, the two continued chatting. It was as if they regretted not meeting each other earlier. They chatted enthusiastically.
Even Yuan Zhou looked at the two with a puzzled expression and muttered, "When did these two become so talkative?"
It wasn't until the dishes they ordered were served that Ling Hong and Grandpa Jia stopped talking and started to taste the delicacies. No matter how important the matter was, it had to be pushed aside in front of the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou.
It couldn't be helped. This was the self-cultivation of a foodie.
Naturally, Ling Hong ate a meat dish, a vegetable dish, a soup, and a bowl of plain white rice. It was a sumptuous meal. As for Grandpa Jia, he ate the usual Egg Fried Rice, which was simple and quick.
While eating, Ling Hong suddenly raised his head and said, "Grandpa Jia, why are you here so early today?"
"I'm going to pick up your grandpa after I finish eating. Ling Little Six went to a meeting. I said I'll pick him up later," Grandpa Jia raised his head and answered.
"Oh, okay. Please be careful. It's dark outside. Drive slowly," Ling Hong nodded his head and said with concern.
"No problem. It's very safe for me to ride a bike," Grandpa Jia said confidently.
After that, the two lowered their heads and continued eating.
Ling Hong wasn't surprised that Grandpa Jia wanted to pick up his grandpa. After all, his grandpa had been asking him to change jobs ever since he found out that Grandpa Jia was driving a tricycle. Grandpa Jia had no choice but to help him.
Last time, his grandpa chased him away and went back in Grandpa Jia's tricycle.
Grandpa Jia didn't want the money he offered. When he applied to be a war hero, Grandpa Jia said he had hands and legs and didn't need to rely on the country to support him. He said he wanted to change jobs, but Grandpa Jia said he liked to ride a tricycle. It was freedom!
Grandfather Ling had no choice but to help him in this way.
After all, this could be considered a fixed business.
That's right. Grandfather Ling no longer took his family's car. Instead, he took Grandpa Jia's tricycle …
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