Chapter 909 - Grandpa Jias Rickshaw (1/2)

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Ling Hong stood there silently, completely intending to ignore Wu Hai, while Wu Hai jabbered on and on about the French painter.

“O’Neill’s paintings are mainly themed around the life in rural areas. They would occasionally be kind and innocent, occasionally comical and witty, and at times they would be melancholy and moody. Sadness occupied a huge part of his works, but he is a very politically inclined person, and a part that I dislike about him,” Wu Hai concluded.

“After all, a painter needs to be pure in his painting. A painting that has been polluted by politics won’t be as good.” Wu Hai continued on before Ling Hong could say anything, “As a painter, one should be striving for freedom. Previously, on 10th January, there was a certain Chengdu painter that, for the pursuit of freedom, had participated in the bottomless festival and went riding subways without wearing anything on his lower half. Although I won’t join something like that, that thirst for freedom is something I approve of.”

“Haha,” Ling Hong smiled at Wu Hai who was imparting him the knowledge in a completely natural manner. Inwardly, he was completely vexed. How did any of this have anything to do with what he was referring to? Bottomless festival? On the 10th of January, the highest temperature of Chengdu was 10 degrees. The cold of the south had a way to seep into one’s body in ways that almost seemed magical.

Ling Hong personally would not join the bottomless festival as he had no intention of getting some diseases that would only show when he grew old just because he let his lower body go cold attending some bottomless festival.

“Why? Do you have a different opinion?” Wu Hai asked with a frown.

“Opinion my ass. Are you dumb?” Ling Hong cussed as this question made him laugh in anger.

“He was talking about the basketball celebrity, Shaquille O’Neal. Not the painter you are talking about,” a voice suddenly explained just when Wu Hai was about to talk again.

The two turned and looked over at the same time. So Grandpa Jia was here again. As usual, he was dressed in black trousers and a gray shirt with long sleeves. He was standing behind two people in the queue and was staring at them.

“Grandfather Jia,” Ling Hong greeted politely.

“Um,” Grandpa Jia nodded with a wide smile.

As for Wu Hai, he maintained the same pensive look on his face and merely nodded as a form of greeting.

“Shaquille O’Neal, basketball celebrity? Not a painter?” Wu Hai suddenly exclaimed, as if he was hit by some realization.

“What do you think? I’m a fan of a politically inclined painter?” Ling Hong snorted coldly.

“You’re the one who did not say it clearly. It’s not my fault,” Wu Hai said while rubbing his mustache calmly.

“I don’t talk to people with below-average level of intelligence,” Ling Hong said. This was how he would always console himself after he was defeated when bickering with Wu Hai.

“I heard he will be staying in a hotel in Chengdu,” Grandpa Jia said.

“Yes! Grandfather Jia, you know about that as well?” Ling Hong looked at Grandpa Jia in astonishment.

“Of course, I frequently watch NBA matches. Shaquille is indeed an amazing player. But I like Yao Ming more although he already retired. Too bad I’m not tall enough. Otherwise, others won’t stand a chance against me,” Grandpa Jia nodded and voiced his opinion.Read more chapter at novelhall

“Shaquille is great as well, but he has been retired for a few years now,” Ling Hong lowered his head gloomily.

“I thought he will be joining the opening ceremony of some event? You will get the chance to see him personally,” Grandpa Jia said with a wide smile.

“I have already seen him in person. I once watched his match live at the arena. He is indeed the one and only Shaq, with his slam dunks giving off a feeling the basket itself is going to be crushed,” Ling Hong narrated in excitement.

It was quite rare to see Ling Hong so interested in something that was not food. He started chatting happily with Grandpa Jia, and the awkwardness from having to change how he addressed Grandpa Jia was gone as well.

“Of course. Watching him performing slam dunks are very comfortable. But his baby hooks are amazing as well,” Grandpa Jia nodded in agreement.

“Yes! Slam dunks and baby hooks are his two killing moves! Of course they are great. But I have only gotten the chance to watch him live once. I still can’t forget that,” Ling Hong said.

“Unfortunately, I never got the chance to see him crush the basket and the backboard. I heard he once pulled the entire thing apart,” Ling Hong said.

“He might do a slam dunk performance during the opening ceremony. I heard he loves performing and has even performed in two movies,” Grandpa Jia said.

“True. It will be great if I can get his autograph,” Ling Hong said. This was a wish shared by all with an idol.