Tang Jiaqi was slowly pacing in the dark corner of the parking lot. When he saw Xiao Bing take the business card and get into the taxi, a deep smile flashed across his face. He turned around and saw that the Yang family had disappeared. He walked out of the dark corner and walked towards the revolving glass door. The second son of the Yang family and Yang Caiwei, who usually showed a cold face to others, did not like him. He would not follow some lazy dog in the circle and take the initiative to stick to him.
There were some self-conceited guys in the popinjay circle who shouted every day that it was difficult to play with women, but how could these good-for-nothings control the women of the Yang family? Every time Tang Jiaqi thought of those good-for-nothings who were arrogant and despotic in Beijing under the banner of "**", a sense of superiority in intelligence and ability arose.
" Young Master Tang thinks highly of that kid." The middle-aged man hurried over with a humble smile. He was testing Tang Jiaqi's thoughts.
"Ming Yuan, you've been with me for five years, right? You should know me well. In the future, ask whatever you want to ask.”Tang Jiaqi glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently. He was afraid that the people around him would play tricks on him. The middle-aged man quickly nodded and bowed, a trace of panic rising in his heart.
After entering the hotel lobby, Tang Jiaqi waved the waiter away and walked straight into the elevator. He said,"This brat has some relationship with the Yang family. He might be able to borrow the power of the Yang family through him at a critical moment. Even if he didn't have a deep relationship with the Yang family, a martial arts practitioner with the ability to kill had its own value.”
The middle-aged man nodded lightly, using every single person around him. The Tang Family's Young Master had always been like this. Unfortunately, this Young Master wasn't born in a family with a real red bloodline like the Yang Family and Ye Family. His influence in the military and political circles was very difficult to compare with the third generation of the two major political families.
Xiao Bing, Yang Bin, and Li Hailong took a bus to a KTV in Houhai. Yang Bin frequented this place often. The cost was not high, and the environment was good. It was suitable for students and the working class. The three of them went in and asked for a small private room. The price of 68 yuan for four hours was indeed reasonable. Yang Bin ordered a few fruit plates and a full box of Tsingtao beer. Hou Guoqing was present at dinner. He did not drink to his heart's content, so he came here to make up for it.
Li Hailong was the microphone hog of the 38th Army's Special Forces. He had selected more than ten songs on his computer in a row." The Moon of the 15th,"" The Iron Barracks and the Flowing Soldiers," and " Dream Camel Bell." Li Hailong held the microphone and performed a few military songs. His level was comparable to the original singer.
Xiao Bing was originally sitting on the sofa drinking beer. After listening to a few songs, he recalled his days in the army. The five years of sweat and blood were worth remembering for the rest of his life. He would never have those days again. He raised his head and took a few sips of beer. When he saw Yang Bin and Li Hailong singing " Us Soldiers," he put down the bottle and hugged the two of them, singing loudly.
" What's so different about us soldiers? It's just that we're all wearing plain military uniforms. It's the same even if you say we're different. We're all young and hot-blooded."
Three hot-blooded men in camouflage vests and pants hugged their arms tightly and sang along with the majestic melody. Xiao Bing's high-pitched voice even surpassed Yang Bin and Li Hailong's. His eyes were covered with mist. Tonight was the last time he treated himself as a soldier.
The bitterness, the glory, the blood and sweat that he had shed for the Republic would all be gone with the wind and vanish into thin air.
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After staying in Beijing for more than ten days, Xiao Bing was finally leaving. Yang Bin drove his old comrade to the West Station, but he was rejected when he wanted to send him to the bus. He could only say a few words of farewell at the entrance of the station. Watching the burly figure completely blend into the dark crowd, Yang Bin, who was known as a tough man in the group army special forces, could not suppress the sadness that spread in his heart.
"Xiao Bing, you better remember to live a decent life. Don't let me look down on you.”
Yang Bin's shout attracted many surprised gazes. Xiao Bing, who was walking with the crowd, paused for a moment before striding away. Instead of looking back and making himself sad, he might as well leave."Brothers, don't worry…I, Xiao Bing, am not a good-for-nothing who gives up on himself.”
The train ride from Beijing to Huining City in Hexi Province took 11 hours. Yang Bin bought Xiao Bing a soft berth ticket, which was much more comfortable than the hard seats. Xiao Bing was also sitting opposite a lively and talkative beauty, but Xiao Bing was not in the mood to flirt with the opposite sex on the train and find a one-night stand.
In fact, even if Xiao Bing wanted to talk to the beauty, he couldn't get a word in. The two middle-aged men on the upper bunk were like a machine, trying to show off the unique charm of mature men. One of the men, who was about 50 years old with a big belly, patted his chest while his competitor went to the toilet and told the girl that he was in his prime, how strong his body was, how energetic he was when doing physical work, and how he almost said that the thing between his legs was still erect when he woke up every morning.
Xiao Bing, who had remained silent, could detect a trace of mockery and disdain from the girl's bright fake smile. This young girl and the old man who pretended to be a fierce man did not show any trace of politeness. It was more like a fierce character who ate people without spitting out bones. If an old man in his fifties really wanted to climb into someone else's bed, he might not be able to climb out afterwards.
After making a bowl of noodles, Xiao Bing went to bed with his clothes on. The night passed, and the next morning, at 8 am, the train arrived at Huining City in Hexi Province. Xiao Bing passed the temperature test at the exit and left the train station. He stood in the station square and looked around the city that often appeared in his dreams.
Although Hexi Province was located in the northwest and northeast, the urban construction of Ninghe City was decent. The difference between the provincial capital city in the north and the developed cities in the southeast coast was not big on the surface. To the high-ranking officials, the city image was their face. If they couldn't even clean up their own face, how could they talk about political achievements?
Xiao Bing looked at the military watch on his wrist. It was past eight o'clock. He decided to pay his respects to his grandfather first. He bought some fruits from the supermarket beside the station square and hailed a taxi to go straight to the cemetery.
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