After the acupuncture treatment, the old man felt like he had discovered a new world. He was in disbelief and felt so relaxed from body to mind that he was in a state of excitement. He would say to Su Qinghu from time to time - "Grill, it's amazing!"
Su Qinghu listened to him muttering all the way and felt a feeling that was hard to describe.
She took advantage of the old man's convenience and enjoyed a Chinese medicine massage without paying. She also felt very comfortable after the massage, but she didn't savor it as magically as he did.
But what can I do? Just... as long as you are happy.
He took people to have dinner, and after dinner, around 6:30, Su Qinghu took people to get a foot massage again. He looked so familiar with the place that made the people in the foot massage shop a little confused. He looked young and energetic, and didn't look like someone who would get a foot massage often. But as soon as he walked in, his aura and the speed with which he chose the options made him look like a regular customer!
I reminded the master at the foot massage shop and told him that this was the old man's first time and asked him not to use too much force. Then the four of them started to enjoy soaking their feet in the bath.
Soaking feet in such hot weather, the old man, a foreigner who is not very heat-resistant, frowned deeply, but thinking of the acupuncture and massage that he had resisted to the death before, he endured it.
After soaking, he saw the master coming over with various knives, and he subconsciously called out Su Qinghu, "Su?"
Su Qinghu glanced at him, then at the master holding the pedicure tools. He first said a word of comfort, then explained the function to him in general, and finally described the lightness of the soles of the feet after the pedicure. Only then did the old man who was about to get up and leave sit back down safely.
The pedicure master smiled and opened his tool box while asking Su Qinghu to translate for him. In the end, they even started chatting.
Su Qinghu inexplicably served as a chat tool for the two of them, while secretly complaining. Who wants to be constantly complaining while enjoying themselves?
The bodyguard and assistant obeyed the boss's request without saying anything, although they resisted in their hearts.
It was fine during the pedicure, but when the foot massage started and they pressed a certain reflex area, he let out an "Ah!" and scared the bodyguard so much that he jumped to his side with such quick and neat movements.
Pedicure master: “…”
Su Qinghu: "..."
After calling out, the old man squinted his eyes and felt it for a while, then waved his hand and asked the bodyguard to go back and let the master continue to press.
After that, the bodyguards would just watch nervously when he was called out, and would not jump over to protect the boss like an eagle guarding its chicks.
After the job was done, we paid the bill and the old man also gave a tip. There were four chefs, so each of them got a five-dollar tip.
Su Qinghu raised his eyebrows, so generous.
According to the current exchange rate, each master has an unexpected income of nearly 20 yuan, which is one-third of the average worker's monthly salary.
He gave a thumbs up, mumbled something, and asked Su Qinghu to translate it for the master.
How difficult was it to express gratitude and admiration? Su Qinghu translated it in minutes and then took everyone back to rest.
After sending the person to the gate of the private courtyard, Su Qinghu waved his hand and did not mention the interview yet.
The old man walked out a few steps and heard some noise behind him. He couldn't help but turn around and asked her why she didn't mention the interview.
Su Qinghu smiled with eyes curved, "Will you accept the interview?"
"Why not?" The old man tilted his head, motioning her to follow him in, and jokingly said that if she wanted a five-minute interview, he would give her ten minutes, as a reward for her hospitality today.
Of course Su Qinghu nodded, carrying his portable printer, and followed him into the courtyard.
This private courtyard is very spacious and grand, and the details are exquisite, which makes Su Qinghu a little envious. In such a place, it is a pleasure to sit under the broad-leaved sycamore tree and read a book, or just sit there and relax.
The interview outline had been prepared long ago. After asking the above questions and recording the content extended from the interview on paper, Su Qinghu looked at the old man with a smile.
“…” The blond old man looked back at her.
Su Qinghu: "Can I take a picture?"
The blond old man wanted to refuse, but if he were twenty years younger, he would have agreed to her request.
But now—
He looked at the little girl in front of him and wanted to shake his head.
When he looked at her, he always felt the vitality and softness of spring when everything began to sprout.
And no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he was already in his twilight years.
"I can take a photo with you, but it can't be reported," said the old man.
Su Qinghu was stunned for a moment. Could it be that this old man thought that her request just now was to take a photo with him?
No, she didn't want to take a photo with him, she just wanted to take a solo photo of him and use it for the report.
This misunderstanding...
After Su Qinghu took a photo with him, she tried to persuade him to take a solo photo, but the old man refused to do so, even though she promised to take a good photo of him.
But Su Qinghu didn't expect that the old man would ask her to take a picture of him with his camera, saying that he wanted to see how good she was. Su Qinghu felt that her chance had come, and thinking of the photography works she had seen in her previous life, she tried to use light and shadow to weaken his old age and highlight his spirit.
The old man was satisfied and handed the camera to him. He took countless pictures in the yard, in the living room, and in the study. Just at the end, when Su Qinghu felt that it was good enough and wanted to take a picture of him with his own camera, the old man turned his face and drove him away.
Su Qinghu: "..."
She has ten thousand things to say...
Seeing Su Qinghu's cheeks puffed up with anger, the old man realized that he had gone too far and said, "You can use photos of me when I was young."
Fart!
Su Qinghu: "...I don't have any high-definition photos of you when you were young."
The old man smiled and called to his assistant, "Give her one."
"Autographed photo?" Su Qinghu raised his eyebrows in a demanding manner. The meaning of asking him to sign the photo was self-evident.
"The gentleman is willing to fulfill your request." The old man nodded reservedly. When the assistant handed him the photo, he signed it readily and handed it to Su Qinghu.
Looking at him like that, Su Qinghu suddenly remembered the old man who said that he was also a handsome young man when he was young and his wife was completely fascinated by him.
...This old man seems to be waiting for her to praise him?
Su Qinghu lowered his head in suspicion, and then saw a black and white photo. The man in the photo had a high nose and deep eyes, and his whole body exuded a noble and gentlemanly feeling.
Her eyes lit up and her eyebrows raised.
The old man had been watching her expression, and now he was relaxed. When she raised her head, he regained his composure.
Su Qinghu: "When you were young, you must have been a gentleman who was popular among thousands of girls!"
The old man smiled.
"Has your fashion sense been so good at that time? It's incredible!" Su Qinghu exclaimed.
This time the old man laughed heartily.
Su Qinghu looked at the photo, then at the blond, blue-eyed old man, and offered sincere advice, "I hope you can manage your body shape. When you come back to China in three or five years, I hope to see you in good health. Then, I would like to take you, handsome and healthy, to tour China and taste its cuisine."
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