Chapter 720: .Old jockey who doesn't fall down (1/5)

Somehow I have a fever, and my physical condition is very poor, sorry, sorry.
Peterson's hearty laughter continued to Ao Cheng, Wang Bo changed to riding on one side like a girl, with his legs resting on the side of Tu Hao Jin's body.
His posture is not good, but there is nothing he can do. The inner thigh really hurts.
"Don't laugh, is this funny?"
Peterson laughed: "Haha, it's not funny, but I haven't seen this riding position for a long time. In my youth, white girls used this position to ride horses. I have to say, boss, You remind me of a wonderful youth. "
Pharaoh glared at each other.
The old cowboy shrugged and said, "Okay, haha, I do n’t laugh at the boss. It ’s actually very interesting. Boss, do n’t worry, the first long-distance riding is so common. This shows that Your skin is still tender. "
Entering Austria, the image of the two riding horses caught the attention of pedestrians.
Wang Bo had to change his position with pain. After returning to the normal straddle riding position, he almost lay on the saddle!
Looking at the weird eyes of the pedestrians, Peterson sighed: "Boss, it's been too long since Austrian City lost its tradition of cowboys. Take some pictures and it will be useful later."
Wang Bo took out his mobile phone to take pictures everywhere. The old cowboy reached out to take a picture of the pedestrian.
Pedestrians are also taking pictures of them. Pharaoh does not understand the meaning of shooting each other. Is this the stage of the New Zealand version of ‘you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. Mingyue decorated your window, you decorated someone else ’s dream? ’
After a while, a police car came over. The police recognized Wang Bo's identity and said, "Wang, what are you doing? Playing horseback and hacking?"
Wang Bo shrugged: "Don't be kidding, but I am a law-abiding citizen, how could it be hacked? Just riding a horse, wouldn't it alarm the police?"
The policeman said: "Someone has complained to you that your horse may have a bowel movement on the highway. You know, we are all traffic policemen. Of course, these things matter, right?"
This time without waiting for Wang Bo to answer, Peterson shouted dissatisfied first: "Hey, sergeant, the traffic police controls our horse riding? Come on, boy, I know you. I rode a horse with your grandfather. This road, The police don't care at all! "
This is the population of the small town, and it is not surprising to know each other.
The police also knew Peterson, and he said helplessly: "Sir, this is not the age of riding horses. But of course you can ride horses. I just came to tell you not to let your horses on the road, otherwise it will Fined. "
Wang Bo said that this is okay, it is really okay, because local tyrants have already been pulled on Highway 8 ...
Farewell to the police, they turned around and reached Maxson's "Old Guy Harness Store".
There is a simple fenced stable in front of the store, and a bay horse is already inside, chewing soy and oat mixed slowly.
Peterson saw the old horse smiling, and said, "Good luck, this guy is here too. Boss, introduce an old friend to you. He is a bold guy. Today we have an assistant."
The two their horses and walked into the store. Two were drinking wine on the counter.
The two body types are very different. One is strong and burly, is the old Maxson, and the other is an old man who is thin and short. It is like a firewood compared to Maxson, but he is very energetic, his eyes are shining and his eyes look full energy.
As Peterson opened the door, Maxson called out, "Ha, boar-like footsteps. Guess who's here? I guess it must be hate Peterson!"
"Well, shouting like a duck, don't guess, it must be Maxson who only likes pigs!" Peterson was tit-for-tat.
The old man laughed and said, "Okay you two, let my ears be quiet. Okay? Every time you meet, you fight, 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 show. It is a local TV show in Austria. There are two hosts, and the two of them are fighters.
Peterson introduced it to Wang Bo: "This old guy is Allen Malone. I don't think you've heard of his name, but if it's twenty years in the morning, it's not right. As long as ten years in the morning, you're in Austria. If you are confused, you must know him. This is one of the greatest athletes in Olympic history. "
"Athletes? That's great, I love sports, Mr. Ma Long, hello." Wang Bo extended his hand friendly.
The old man, Malone, was also very friendly. He laughed and said, "I know you, the eighth champion of the Olympic Games, right? Don't listen to these guys talking nonsense, I'm not a great athlete. I just rode some good horses. A great sportsman! "
Listening to what he said, Wang Bo guessed: "Are you a horse trainer? Or a horseman?"
"The latter." Ma Long said, pointing to his open legs. "When I was eight years old, I walked like you for a while. But when you stick your teeth on, you will find out for at most half a month. It's quite different. "
"Will you adapt to this pain?"
"No, your thighs will wear out. You can't sleep all day and all night with pain!" Malone said helplessly.
Peterson and Maxson laughed, and the latter yelled, "I still remember clearly, was it the second grade, right? For some time this guy walked like a duck."
Malone has a good temper and is also laughing, and then he reaches out to Wang Bo: "Alan Malone, an old jockey who has been eliminated by the times."
"Wang, a poor mayor." Wang Bo shook hands with him, feeling that his big hands were rough and powerful, and his arms had beautiful muscular lines that did not match his age.
Peterson patted the table and said, "Come on, Maxson, we don't need to talk nonsense. Today I'm here to help you move. Are you almost packed?"
Maxson pretended not to hear it, scratching his disheveled hair and said, "Well, damn, what do I have to do to get busy? Oh, the horseshoe needs to be watered!"
"An old guy who treats promises as farts as he gets older is less courageous. Allen, to give you a friendly suggestion, seeing our 60-year friendship, I have to remind you that there are many more of your friends A mouth-cannon expert. "Peterson directly taunted.
Malone frowned. "What's going on?"
Just as Peterson was about to speak, Maxson turned back and shouted, "Okay, okay, don't ridicule me old man, you don't seem to kill me, I'm not happy! Well, I'm willing to move to Sunset Town, I am not talking Experts, cowboys never let go, OK? "
Wang Bogang was about to laugh, and suddenly someone shouted outside the door: "God, whose horse is this, how do you run around?" (To be continued.)
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