Special Years

Zhuang Yan was familiar with the road and found a motorcycle, and he haggled with the driver for half of the price.

Cars near the train station are usually twice as expensive as those in other places, and occasionally take a detour to kill passengers.

However, Zhuang Yan is a local, and the driver did not dare to mess around after hearing the accent.

Besides, he's still a soldier.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the lights in Binhai City were just starting to come on. When walking through the alley, I could still smell the aroma of the food.

When he arrived at the dormitory compound of his father's unit, he solemnly paid the fare and walked inside with a big rucksack on his back.

The old security guard on duty at the door saw a soldier approaching and wanted to stop him and ask, but he didn't dare.

Zhuang Yan took the initiative to say hello: "Uncle Liang, are you on duty?"

The security guard Lao Liang took a closer look and recognized it as solemn.

"Yo! Is it solemn?!" He said in surprise, "Are you discharged from the army?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head: "Not yet, come back to visit home."

Lao Liang said, "Isn't it three years after being a soldier? Now they say it's been changed to two years, aren't you three years? I remember when you left in December three years ago, I remember it was... the 9th! By the way, it's number 9!"

Lao Liang's memory is amazing.

He actually remembered the days three years ago.

Of course, it is not surprising that solemnly thinks back.

Three years ago, I was trapped by my father as a soldier, and I was unwilling. When I left, I didn't feel like I was honorably enlisted in the army, but like a criminal who was sent to the execution ground.

Old Liang still remembers this matter.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan was a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly said goodbye.

Walking through the government dormitory compound, solemnly look here and look there.

This place is all too familiar.

Three years have passed, everything seems to have changed, and everything seems to have never changed.

Enter the unit door, go up the stairs...

Standing in front of the stainless steel door of the house, he solemnly rang the doorbell.

The lights in the corridor were dim. After a burst of music from the doorbell, the door was pushed open with a bang, and the room was brightly lit. Wang Xiaolan stood at the door with her back to the light, so she could not clearly see the expression on her face, but could only detect her. His already gray hair reflected a dull blond in the dim light.

"Mom." solemnly shouted.

Wang Xiaolan froze in place, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The soldier in front of him wearing an army winter uniform is actually his own son!

She exclaimed in surprise, her voice trembling slightly: "Is it you...Adi?"

Nodding solemnly and forcefully.

After being affirmed, Wang Xiaolan turned her head and shouted into the back room: "His dad, come out quickly, look who's back!"

The excitement was no less than the sudden reappearance of something precious that had been lost.

She retreated to the entrance, looking very excited and a little overwhelmed. She grabbed the corners of her pajamas with both hands, and rubbed them on it again. Her face was full of joy, and she looked back from time to time to see if the person she called came out. For fear that Majestic will fly away later.

"Wife, did you read it wrong!"

From the tone of voice, Zhuang Zhenguo doesn't seem to believe it at all.

"My son is still training at the base in the suburbs of Beijing. After the training, he will go abroad for training again. How can he come back..."

There were rapid footsteps in the living room, Zhuang Zhenguo was pulling his slippers, and the wind appeared behind his wife Wang Xiaolan.

Looking at the solemn standing at the door, it seems that he is confirming whether his son has returned.

After confirming, he suddenly raised his hands, and his tone returned to the stereotyped parental tone: "Are you back?"

A light sentence, and then it seemed that it was not a big deal to return solemnly, and turned back to the living room.

"Damn old man!" Wang Xiaolan was obviously dissatisfied with her husband's performance.

She took her son's hand, just like she took him to kindergarten when she was a child, and pulled Zhuang Yan in.

But he kept urging: "Old man, call the injustice and let the family of three come back..."

As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw that Zhuang Zhenguo was already dialing with the microphone.

"Humph!"

Wang Xiaolan rolled her eyes at her husband.

He obviously misses his son very much, but when his son comes back, he pretends not to care.

man!

Especially those men who served in the army!

Pushing Zhuang Yan into the sofa, Wang Xiaolan was already overwhelmed with joy. After wandering around the living room for a few times, she said, "By the way, we don't have enough food at home, we need to add more!"

Turning to Zhuang Zhenguo who finished the phone call: "You, watch your son here, I'll go downstairs to the emperor next door, chop some roast duck and barbecue pork and come back..."

"Buy another white chopped chicken." Zhuang Zhenguo reminded his wife: "This kid likes to eat."

Wang Xiaolan saw through her own man, glared at him, and said to Zhuang Yan, "Son, wait, Mom will go downstairs and buy you something delicious."

Not only was Zhuang Zhenguo and his wife a little confused, Zhuang Yan was also a little overwhelmed.

I have never tried this kind of treatment before. At that time, Zhuang Yan stayed in Zhuang Buping's company all day long, and 99% of his dinners were outside with Zhuang Buping to entertain customers. Even if there was no entertainment, he would call Calling friends to invite friends, going to restaurants or food stalls to fight for a drink, the food at home, I have not tasted for many years.

Zhuang Yan did not love home before.

He doesn't like Zhuang Zhenguo's rigidity and sex, his mother's nagging and long-windedness, and he doesn't like sitting at the dinner table at home to eat, because he doesn't have friends and friends, and it's not "lively" enough.

At this moment, sitting on the old-fashioned sofa at home covered with an embroidered scarf, looking up to see the bright fluorescent lamp, and looking around, everything is the same as before I left.

Home seems to never change.

"Why did you come back? Did you lose the election?" Zhuang Zhenguo tried to calm his tone.

In his opinion, his son was defeated, and only then did he have time to visit his home.

If selected, shouldn't this go abroad?

Why are you coming back?

Seeing his son who turned black and thin but became stronger and stronger, and had more mature breaths~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhuang Zhenguo felt that he could no longer talk to his son in an interrogative tone as before.

If he loses the election, his son should be in great need of comfort.

In terms of educating children and getting along with children, Zhuang Zhenguo, who has experienced many battles, is completely blind.

The two children, big and small, were brought up by his wife Wang Xiaolan, and he didn't have much time to manage them.

On the first day after returning from the job, I lived at home for the first time. It was not the first day I woke up from the army bed. It was the first time I saw my son rushing out to school with a schoolbag and bread in his mouth. Zhuang Zhenguo It felt so magical at that moment.

The child seemed to grow up suddenly overnight.

Now, he is thinking in his heart how to comfort Zhuang Yan.

Perhaps, it is also feasible to use the same set of ideological work from the previous troops?

Zhuang Yan looked at his father, Zhuang Zhenguo, who was frowning and thinking about various things in his mind, and replied in a very calm tone: "Dad, I was selected. The only soldier in the army, I was selected."

Zhuang Zhenguo was instantly petrified, and he didn't speak for a long time.

When I came, I asked again in confusion: "What did you say?"

He repeated it solemnly and calmly: "At the end of the month, I'm going to country T. The team has ten days off. Let's go home and have a look, so I'll come back."