Chapter 750 The Old Tree Blooms Seeing the old man nod slightly, the two children also surrounded Aunt Jiang and asked questions, and Lu Qingyang was also quite satisfied.

He negotiated the wages and rest time with Aunt Jiang on the spot, and the matter was settled.

Ever since the children all went to school, the house suddenly became empty. At first, Mr. Shen was a little used to it.

But he was a man who could never sit idle, and he soon found a new place of interest, a small park far from home with a pavilion, trees, and a wide concrete floor.

The old man has no other hobbies except practicing Tai Chi and Five Animal Exercises for decades.

At dawn that day, he walked slowly into the park, carrying an old-fashioned enamel pot filled with tea, wearing a loose cotton shirt and cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.

He also chose a spot, standing under the old locust tree, took a deep breath, and then started up slowly and quickly.

The palm moved slowly, seemingly soft and powerless, but with a restrained strength; the footsteps moved like a cat, landing silently and steadily.

Sometimes he seems sealed and closed, sometimes he is like a white crane spreading its wings. His movements are smooth and flowing, and his expression is serene and focused, as if the noise around him has nothing to do with him.

He became famous after practicing this.

At first, only a few old men and women who also got up early to walk their birds and stretch their muscles watched from afar. They thought the old man's movements were really beautiful and stretched beautifully.

As they watched, some people started to imitate him.

Mr. Shen was kind-hearted, so when he saw someone imitating him, he would hide his secrets. Occasionally, after finishing his trick, he would cheerfully offer some pointers:

"Brother, this hand, please feel a little heavier. Yes, it feels like holding a ball."

"Big sister, this step is too big. It's important to keep your center of gravity steady."

He spoke in a hurry, demonstrated the movements, and made the key points understood with just a few gestures.

This is good, more and more people are learning.

Two more people today, three more tomorrow, and in just a few days, a "senior morning exercise group" with Grandpa Shen as the core was spontaneously formed under the old locust tree.

Every morning, I would see a group of gray-haired old men and women lined up in a fairly neat queue, following Mr. Shen's every move.

Although his movements were not as precise and smooth as those of the old man, he still enjoyed learning them and was enjoying it.

There were young people passing by looking in with curiosity, and there were also naughty children imitating from a distance, which made the adults laugh.

"Teacher Shen, do you think my 'Monkey Picking Fruit' move looks like this?"

"Old Shen, let's practice that 'bear shake' again today. I felt like I did it so well yesterday."

"Brother Shen, after practicing with you for half a month, I feel that my old cold legs are much lighter!"

Everyone was talking at once, showing great respect to Mr. Shen, and they all called him "Teacher" and "Big Brother" unconsciously.

Mr. Shen listened, his face still with that gentle smile, while correcting the movements, he responded: "Okay, okay, take your time, keep practicing, it will be beneficial."

Mr. Shen felt that his old bones were becoming stronger and stronger.

Especially when practicing Tai Chi, the posture is even more impressive.

His arms stretched out like flowing clouds and water, his lower body was steady like the roots of an old tree, his eyes were clear, his breathing was long. After a set of movements, there was not even a speck of sweat on his forehead. His whole body exuded a refreshing and neat energy that ordinary old men did not have. He really had a bit of the air of an immortal.

His outstanding spirit really made him stand out among the "morning exercise group" under the old locust tree, and it was difficult for him to attract attention.

Several widowed or single elderly ladies in the group would glance at him involuntarily.

Among them, a grandmother named Wang was the most active.

She always stood right behind Mr. Shen in the best observation position. Every time the old man raised his hand or made a move, she would follow and imitate him, learning very seriously.

When we took a break to drink water, she always came over naturally.

"Teacher Shen, how come I can always do the cloud hand movement smoothly? Can you explain it in more detail?" Grandma Wang asked.

Mr. Shen was a sincere man. He felt that the teacher was truly eager to learn, so he patiently explained the movements and demonstrated them:

"Look, it's like this. Keep your wrists loose and let your mind follow the flow of your energy..."

Grandma Wang nodded, her eyes smiling as she looked at the old man's still thin and handsome face.

Two days later, Grandma Wang "brought along" an extra portion of pickled garlic she had made in a small glass jar and gave it to Mr. Shen:

"Teacher Shen, it's homemade, it's not worth the money. Try it, it's best eaten with porridge."

Mr. Shen had refused, but had to accept it, and happily shared it with the old friend next to him: "Look, Sister Wang is so warm-hearted."

A bystander can see things more clearly. The other old men and women exchanged glances with each other, with smiles on their lips.

An old man who knew him well couldn't help but nudge Old Man Shen with his elbow, lowering his voice to tease, "Old Shen, that's fine! I'm afraid Sister Wang from the Ji family has ulterior motives!"

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? Our family is just caring about our old comrades and exchanging pickling skills."

Being teased by his old friend, Mr. Shen felt very happy.

He lay in bed tossing and turning for half the night, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

I am already a great-grandfather, buried up to my neck in the earth, living a peaceful life. Not causing trouble for Qingyang and the others is the greatest blessing. Why would I want to have those cunning thoughts and let my parents laugh at me?

So, the next morning, when 누깊 was supposed to go to the park, Mr. Shen was unusually still lingering at home.

He first took a rag and wiped the already shiny corner of the Eight Immortals table. Then he went to the yard and watered the flowers and plants one by one, with such meticulous care, as if they were plants or porcelain dolls that needed careful care.

Aunt Jiang came out of the kitchen carrying porridge and saw him wandering around in the yard. She asked curiously, "Huh? Are you going to the park today?"

Mr. Shen paused, his face somewhat uneasy, and he replied vaguely, "Ah... today... I feel a little lazy today, so I'll take a day off, a day off."

He dared to tell the truth. Did he say that he was afraid of the enthusiastic Grandma Wang and hid at home on purpose?