Chapter 71: Daily Life

Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked around at the unfamiliar environment, struggled to get up, and halfway up, feeling the surging power in his body, shook his head and laughed at himself. He looked down at his tight, smooth skin, looked at his knife-carved, flowing, natural, and full muscles, then supported himself with his arms, used his waist and abdomen, and flipped off the bed.

He took a bottle of water, walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and stared fixedly at the neon lights outside.

After seventy-three years in *The Grandmaster*, killing so many people from the Japanese, defeated armies, and bandits, and sending off one old friend after another, he had understood life and death. But pain was still pain, and his later years were not happy.

And after so many years, many of his memories had blurred, and now returning to the real world, everything looked unfamiliar.

Wang Yan sighed and pulled up the panel.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 22

Unallocated points 5

Storage space 2m3

Skills: Combat LV5

Calligraphy LV5

Computer LV5

TCM LV3

Sinology LV3

Philosophy LV3

Shooting LV3

Japanese LV3

... omitted a bunch of skills.

The harvest this time was still a lot, with all body attributes at twenty-five. Because they couldn't be compressed, his height grew to 184, and his weight was around 200. Combat skill reaching LV5 was a matter of course; he had practiced for a lifetime, summarized for a lifetime, promoted for a lifetime, and pioneered for a lifetime.

Having written calligraphy for a lifetime, his calligraphy skill also reached LV5. Those old brothers, subordinate brothers, and a group of juniors in the Walled City all knew he liked this thing, so they would look for the four treasures of the study, calligraphy originals of famous masters, etc., to please him. With so many originals to copy, plus his own diligent practice and thinking, it was vigorous, powerful, simple, and unadorned, and he had also entered the hall.

His main energy was not placed on TCM, but those who researched prescriptions were not low-level. From time to time, he asked for advice and practiced himself, reaching LV3, which was enough for medical consultation. It was just a pity that he was almost old and dying, and the leaders of the prescription research had been replaced three times, but with the combination of Chinese and Western medicine and various cutting-edge medical equipment, they still couldn't improve it.

Sinology and philosophy still benefited from the life wisdom he accumulated over seventy-three years, plus the books he read every day, reaching the current level. This thing was too deep and too mysterious, and he was quite satisfied with this improvement.

As for the improvement of Japanese, this was brought up during the few years he was fighting, because he always needed to infiltrate the interior to kill high-ranking officers, so he practiced it deliberately. It was just that there was a problem with the accent, not reaching the tone of the Kanto or Kansai regions, but by speaking less and slowly, he could barely muddle through.

Shooting was the same, currently almost at the LV4 level, which was piled up by bullets on the battlefield. Of course, he used guns from the World War II era; if he changed to current equipment, he might not have such a high hit rate, and it would be correspondingly worse.

It is worth mentioning that he didn't practice computer technology in this life, so the skill was a bit unstable, and he felt it was about to drop a level. It was also at this time that he knew that the system's skills were not solidified. Thinking about it, they were all learned bit by bit by himself; if he didn't learn, became rusty, and regressed, it was normal.

Besides that, some other miscellaneous skills, like Feng Shui metaphysics, management, finance, etc., also had progress, and generally speaking, it was okay.

After looking at the skills, Wang Yan unhesitatingly dumped the five attribute points he obtained into spirit, and the number on the panel increased from 22 to 27. Immediately, a familiar feeling came, and Wang Yan enjoyed closing his eyes, feeling his spirit being cleansed. The forgotten and blurred memories in his brain gradually became clear. At the same time, it also made Wang Yan's somewhat rough heart a bit smoother, but it still couldn't cover up the vicissitudes of life and the indifference to the world in the depths of his eyes.

Sighing, Wang Yan subconsciously turned around slowly. Halfway through, Wang Yan froze, then gave himself a slap, straightened his back, and walked with big strides.

The light rain that had been falling for a day stopped. It was nine or ten in the evening, the air outside was fresh, and the occasional light breeze was exceptionally refreshing. Wang Yan, who went out, hummed the little tune that Gong Er often sang with his hands behind his back, strolling toward Xihu.

Passing through the crowd, Wang Yan sat on a bench on the shore, staring blankly at the rippling lake amidst the laughter of tourists.

After a long while, the movement beside him woke the dazed Wang Yan. Turning his head, he saw a woman sitting next to him, a woman in sportswear, with long hair, big eyes, a plain face, and medium-to-high beauty. Wang Yan remembered her; she was the woman who had looked at him before.

Nodding politely to the woman, Wang Yan continued his previous posture.

After a while, the woman said: "What are you looking at?"

"Xihu."

"You've been looking at it all day, isn't it enough?"

The family photo in front of Wang Yan disappeared, and he shook his head and sighed: "No matter how much I look, it's not enough."

The woman understood, thought for a moment, and said: "Why not look at the mountains behind Xihu?"

Turning his head to look at the woman, Wang Yan said: "I know what's behind the mountains, but when I turn back, I still have to look at Xihu." Shaking his head, no longer entangled in this thing she couldn't understand, he changed the topic: "Are you a local?"

"Chang'an, what about you?"

"Liaoning Province."

"Liaoning Province? I've been to Lushun, Fengtian, what about you, where are you from?"

"Longcheng?" Seeing her eyes were confused, obviously having never heard of it, Wang Yan explained: "The place is small, but the history is quite long. The place where the first bird flew, the place where the first flower bloomed. If you are interested, you can learn about it."

"Hmm, I will." Seeing Wang Yan stand up to leave, she took out her phone and said: "We met twice, it can be considered fate, let's leave contact information." Not giving Wang Yan a chance to speak, she opened the WeChat QR code and handed it over, looking at Wang Yan with a smile.

Looking at the woman, he took out his phone to scan and add a friend: "How should I address you?"

"Wei Lan." The woman agreed to the "Wang Yan" addition application on her phone and looked up: "Sent to you."

Wang Yan nodded, modified the note: "Then I'll go first, goodbye."

"Okay." Wei Lan watched Wang Yan's back go away again.

Until Wang Yan's figure could no longer be seen, Wei Lan took out her phone and began to flip through Wang Yan's Moments.

But the result disappointed her. Except for a few life photos of him drinking with others, everything else was houses, where the houses had great appreciation space, good layouts, where the opening sales were hot, etc.

She paid attention to the location information of the Moments, mostly in Lushun, occasionally in Longcheng, Fengtian, etc., and then it was Beijing. After looking at it, she had a rough idea.

Originally, Wang Yan rarely posted Moments, but because of work, he had no choice. He had been doing it for several years, posting several every day, and he couldn't delete them, so he just left them like that.

And except when messaging people on WeChat, looking at his recent dynamics to find topics and cater to them, he rarely or basically never flipped through Moments. Because it was really annoying to look at; his Moments could arrange people from birth to death, and the eating, wearing, living, and traveling in between were all arranged clearly for you, a real one-stop service.

Walking on the road, Wang Yan flipped through Wei Lan's Moments casually, hmm, very good... visible for three days.

Smiling helplessly, Wang Yan strolled back to his residence with his hands behind his back.

Since then, Wei Lan would occasionally send messages to chat, and Wang Yan would also reply intermittently. It wasn't that he was hanging her, but because after this time, his willingness to marry was not strong. Unlike before, he would miss it from time to time. If it was just about having fun, it wasn't worth provoking her; there were too many people more beautiful and better-figured than her.

And this Wei Lan, at first she could come up to flirt with him, so he naturally thought this girl was the kind of person who knew how to play. Later, as they ate twice and chatted on WeChat when they had nothing to do, his impression changed.

Wei Lan is 27 years old, an only child, working as a product manager in an internet company, and her income is not mentioned, but it is thought to be not low. She is not a casual girl, quite serious. Wang Yan analyzed that she could come up to flirt, just because a slightly literary heart matched the scene at that time, and out of curiosity, she wanted to see if this idiot who was posing could really match the scene.

After half a month, Wang Yan had stayed in Lin'an long enough, so he packed his things and left.

Thinking about it, he still told Wei Lan the news that he was leaving; after all, in the vast sea of people, meeting is fate.

Wei Lan, who was working, saw the icon in the lower right corner of the computer flashing, opened it, and saw the message sent by Wang Yan. She was silent for a while, replied with a dinner together in the evening, and then stared blankly at the "OK" gesture replied by Wang Yan on the computer.

"Wei Lan?" A colleague next to her patted her: "What good things are you thinking about, so fascinated?"

Wei Lan came back to her senses: "Ah? Nothing, Sister Chen, just a friend invited me to dinner in the evening, thinking about what to eat."

Sister Chen said in surprise: "You were complaining to me a month ago, good for you, you have a boyfriend without a sound?"

"Oh, what are you thinking, Sister Chen." Wei Lan said with a blushing face: "Just an ordinary friend."

"Forget it, why are you blushing for an ordinary friend?" Sister Chen teased, changed the subject and said: "Alright, I won't tease you. Look at this..."

Taking a long breath, Wei Lan continued to devote herself to work.

Night, Lou Wai Lou by Xihu.

Picking up a piece of food, Wei Lan said: "Where are you going next?"

"Rongcheng."

"That place is good, I have a classmate there, have you been there before? If you haven't been there, do you want me to introduce you?"

Wang Yan drank a sip of water and said: "First time, forget about the introduction, it's troublesome for people, I can wander around by myself."

Looking at Wang Yan, Wei Lan said with slight trepidation: "Alright then, will you come to Lin'an again?"

"Most likely I won't come again." Wang Yan said: "After all, there are so many places I haven't been to."

Wang Yan understood what Wei Lan meant, it was just a very realistic problem. Would she go back to his hometown with him? Would she wander around with him without anything to do, without a fixed place to live? Would her parents agree if she was willing? Both are only children, has she thought about the problem of marrying far away? They are not young anymore, at this point, wasting feelings and time, delaying oneself and delaying others is really meaningless.

If he had money, it would be fine, these problems wouldn't exist and could be solved. The key is that he is just not bad, enough for himself to spend, he still can't afford a house in Hangzhou.

The two finished their meal in a chatty manner, said goodbye, sent the hesitant Wei Lan into the car, and Wang Yan strolled back to his residence with his hands behind his back.

The next day, Wang Yan checked out and set off, carrying his luggage to the airport.

Five hours later, at Rongcheng Shuangliu Airport, Wang Yan walked out. Similarly, he took a taxi to the youth hostel, booked for another month, and settled down in Rongcheng.

It was not the peak tourist season, the number of people was bearable, the travel experience was good, and he looked at the attractions in Rongcheng city in a hurry.

This morning, Wang Yan saw a cycling team of four or five people outside a bicycle shop on the side of the road, and a thought arose in his heart.

"Hello?" Wang Yan stepped forward to greet them and asked: "Are you all going to Tibet?"

"Yeah, going to Tibet." The leader said with a bit of pride: "What's wrong, brother?"

"Hi, nothing else. Seeing that you are all experienced cyclists, you must be very experienced, so I want to ask for advice on the precautions for entering Tibet, I want to experience it."

"You?" The leader looked at Wang Yan: "Haven't ridden before, right?"

Seeing Wang Yan nod, he continued: "That won't work, you suddenly go to Tibet directly, you might not be able to come out, it's better to practice on a long journey first."

"Thanks for your concern, that's what I mean, isn't it rare to meet professionals like you. I don't dare to believe everything on the internet, I have no bottom, so I ask for advice, so I can prepare more." Wang Yan said enthusiastically.

People, the problem of being fond of being a teacher cannot be changed. The half-white-and-half-white appearance revealed by Wang Yan, saying that he can still understand, can better stimulate their enthusiasm. If he didn't understand anything, they wouldn't be interested.

These four or five people talked to each other, starting from their own cycling experience, all the way to the choice of cycling equipment, things to carry, and various precautions, how to deal with emergencies, etc., etc.

After talking for about forty minutes, the few people stopped, because the boss in the shop called them.

"That's about it, but I still advise you to pay attention to safety." The leader said.

Wang Yan grabbed the leader's hand and thanked him: "Thank you so much."

"Hey, friends from all over the world." The leader patted Wang Yan and said: "We were the same back then, alright, the car is almost packed, see you again if fate allows." After speaking, they walked into the shop.

Wang Yan looked around, bought a box of Red Bull in a nearby supermarket, and bought a pack of cigarettes for twenty yuan. Returning to the place just now, he happened to see them about to set off.

"Friends, wait." Wang Yan stepped forward and handed over the things: "These things are my little heart, please accept them."

"Hey, what are you doing? Isn't this looking down on us?" One of the leaders said.

"That's right, are we short of your things or what?" Other brothers echoed.

"Hey, misunderstood, misunderstood. This is my gratitude to everyone. Isn't it about to set off, it's also wishing you a smooth journey, drink for everyone, cheer for you. I don't know when I can finish it, everyone take my heart and go first." Wang Yan persuaded for a while before they accepted the things. Waving to Wang Yan, they shouted and set off happily.

Watching them go far, Wang Yan turned and entered the shop, talked to the boss for a while, and after comparing the two, spent some money to buy a full set of equipment from him. He planned to set off tomorrow and go straight to the Sun City.

Riding a bicycle, wandering around for most of the day, after dinner, he returned to his residence, turned off the lights, lay on the bed, and prepared to have a good rest for the night and get enough energy.

Where did he know that at this time, the system sent a message.

"*Ode to Joy* Qiu Yingying: Happy, happy, little happiness. Guan Ju'er: Strong woman."

(PS: Brother hasn't finished the drama yet, it's too long. Just look at the task, big brother can put forward ideas, can change at any time, no impact, nothing to do with the overall situation.)

Helplessly getting up, Wang Yan opened the computer and logged in to search.

*Ode to Joy* is mainly about the joys, sorrows, and joys of five women...

There are two parts in total, nearly a hundred episodes. Wang Yan watched it uncomfortably and went to sleep, woke up and continued to watch, plus he occasionally fast-forwarded, and watched it for more than three days without day or night.

As usual, he checked the domestic and foreign stock market information, and also checked the analysis and evaluation of *Ode to Joy* by netizens.

This time, he just stayed for a few years to ease up. In fact, he was not as comfortable as he looked on the surface, and he hadn't adapted to it yet.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine in the evening. Wang Yan drank some water, got up, pulled the curtains, lay on the bed, pulled out the panel, and chose to confirm.

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan on the bed disappeared without a trace...