735 720. An Old Jockey Who Doesn't Fall Down (1/5)

Chapter 735 720. The Old Jockey Who Never Falls (15)

I have a fever for no reason, and my physical condition is very poor. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ****

Peterson's hearty laughter continued all the way to Aocheng. Wang Bo changed to riding on one side like a girl, that is, with his legs on the side of Tuhao Jin's body.

His posture is not very good, but there is no way, the inner thigh really hurts.

"Stop laughing, is this funny?"

Peterson laughed and said: "Haha, it's not very funny, but I haven't seen such a riding posture for a long time. In my young age, white girls used this posture to ride horses. I have to say, boss, You remind me of my wonderful youth."

Lao Wang glared at each other.

The old cowboy had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and said: "Okay, haha, I won't laugh, boss. It's actually quite interesting, boss, don't worry, it's the first long-distance riding, this kind of scene is too common, it shows Your skin is still tender."

Entering the Austrian city, the image of two people riding a horse caught the attention of pedestrians.

Wang Bo had to reluctantly change his posture. After returning to the normal straddle riding posture, he almost fell on the saddle!

Looking at the strange eyes of passers-by on the road, Peterson sighed and said, "Boss, it's been too long since Aocheng has lost the tradition of cowboys. Let's take some photos, it will be useful later."

Wang Bo took out his mobile phone to take pictures around, and the old cowboy reached out to take pictures of pedestrians.

Pedestrians were also taking pictures of them, and Lao Wang didn’t understand the meaning of taking pictures of each other. Could it be that this is the New Zealand version of ‘you stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the viewers look at you upstairs. The bright moon adorns your windows, you adorn other people's dreams'?

After a while, a police car drove over. The policeman recognized Wang Bo's identity and said, "Wang, what are you doing? Are you playing horseback riding and hacking?"

Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Don't be joking, I'm a law-abiding citizen, how could I hack and kill? It's just riding a horse, won't this also alert the police?"

The cop said, "You've had a complaint about your horses possibly defecating on the road. You know, we're all traffic cops, and of course we have to deal with these things, right?"

Before Wang Bo could answer this time, Peterson shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, officer, the traffic police control us to ride horses? Come on boy, I know you. I have ridden horses with your grandfather on this road. Then The police don't care about anything!"

That's all the population of the small town, so it's not surprising that they know each other.

The policeman also knew Peterson, and he said helplessly: "Sir, this is not the era of riding horses anymore. But of course you can ride horses, I just want to tell you, don't let your horses shit on the road, otherwise it will be a disaster." fined."

Wang Bo said it's no problem, it's really no problem, because the local tyrant's gold has already been pulled on the No. 8 highway...

Farewell to the police, they turned the corner into McKesson's 'Old Guy's Saddle Shop'.

There is a simple fenced stable at the entrance of the store, and an old bay red horse has already stayed inside, chewing the mixed food of soybeans and oats slowly.

Seeing the old horse smile, Peterson said, "It's lucky that this guy is here too. Boss, I'll introduce you to an old friend. He's a bold guy. Today we have an assistant."

The two tied their horses and walked into the store one after another. Two of them were drinking wine at the counter.

The two people are very different in size, one is strong and burly, old Maxson, and the other is a little old man, thin and short, who is like a piece of firewood compared to Maxson, but he is very energetic, his eyes are shining, and he looks full of energy. energy.

As soon as Peterson pushed open the door, Maxson called out: "Ha, footsteps like wild boars, guess who is coming? I guess it must be the annoying Peterson!"

"Well, the duck-like cry, no need to guess, it must be Maxson, who only likes pigs, talking!" Peterson pointedly.

The little old man laughed and said, "Okay, you two, it's OK to keep my ears quiet? Every time you meet, you bicker. Do you want to participate in the 'Mr. Saatchi Talk Show'? For God's sake, let me Be quiet for a while."

Mr. Saatchi's talk show is a niche program, a local TV program in Austria. There are two hosts, both of whom are good bickerers.

Peterson introduced Wang Bo: "This old guy is Aaron Malone. I don't think you may have heard of his name, but if it's twenty years in the morning, no, as long as it's ten years in the morning, you're in the city of If you are a fool, you must know him, this is one of the greatest athletes in the history of Olympic City."

"Athletes? That's great. I love sports. Hello, Mr. Ma Long." Wang Bo extended his hand friendly.

The old man Ma Long was also very friendly. He laughed and said, "I know you, eight-time Olympic Games champion, right? Don't listen to these guys talking nonsense. I'm not a great athlete. It's just that I once rode some good horses. What a great athlete!"

Hearing what he said, Wang Bo guessed, "Are you a horse trainer? Or a jockey rider?"

"The latter." Malone said, and then pointed to his open legs, "When I was eight years old, I walked like you for a while. But when you grit your teeth and persist, you will find the situation in half a month at most It's very different."

"Will you adapt to this pain?"

"No, your thighs will be worn out, and you won't be able to sleep all day and all night because of the pain!" Ma Long said helplessly.

Peterson and Maxson laughed, with the latter teasing, "I remember it clearly. It was second grade, right? There was a time when this guy walked like a duck."

Ma Long had a good temper and was also laughing. Then he extended his hand to Wang Bo: "Alan Malone, an old jockey who has been eliminated by the times."

"Wang, an incompetent mayor." Wang Bo shook hands with him, feeling that his big hands were rough and powerful, and his arms had graceful muscle lines that did not match his age.

Peterson patted the table and said, "Come on, Maxson, we don't need to talk nonsense. I'm here to help you move today. Are you almost packed?"

Maxson pretended not to hear, scratched his tangled hair and said, "Hey, damn it, I have something to work on? Oh, the horseshoe needs water!"

"An old guy who treats promises as farts. The older you are, the less courageous you are. Allen, I will give you a friendly suggestion. In view of our nearly sixty years of friendship, I have to remind you that there are many friends among your friends. I found a mouth-talking expert." Peterson taunted directly with his big move.

Malone frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Just as Peterson was about to speak, Maxson turned around and shouted: "Okay, okay, don't mock me, old man, I am not happy if you don't seem to kill me! Well, I am willing to move to Sunset Town, I am not a mouthful Experts, cowboys never talk, okay?"

Just as Wang Bo was about to laugh, someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "God, whose horse is this, why is it running around?"