A Husky's Face
The old man heard Zhuang Yan's reply. Seeing Zhuang Yan sitting with his back straight, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he did not say anything. He closed his mouth, and the initial displeasure on his face disappeared into indifference.
" Just you wait. I'll give you that pair of shoes. Your roommates are really brainless. University students nowadays, sigh…"
The old man turned around and continued to nag. His tongue was still as venomous as ever, but Zhuang Yan could feel a sense of loneliness in his ears.
Zhuang Yan was stunned when he saw the old man turn around and take out a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes from a cabinet and place them in front of him.
What era was this? There were still such antique shoes? Wasn't this something that could only be seen in television dramas? It wasn't that Zhuang Yan was surprised, but it was too rare. This was the Southeast, not the capital. It was rare to see such an antique in this international metropolis.
"Why haven't I seen him before?"
Seeing Zhuang Yan's surprised expression, the old man was also like an old kid. He had a smug expression on his face as if he was showing off some treasure.
"Yes, yes."
Zhuang Yan nodded his head honestly, indicating that he had never seen it before. Of course, this was in reality. If it was virtual, who hadn't seen it before? There were too many in television dramas.
"Hehe, let me tell you, this is a good thing. Back then, when the Red Army was on the Long March, the road was called far. If we don't wear anything else, we'll just wear these shoes. Our feet won't be affected at all. It's not like those so-called branded shoes now. They look good but are really not practical at all.”
When it came to the things he was proud of, the old man became more talkative. His face was filled with nostalgia for the past, pride for the old Beijing cloth shoes, and disdain for the so-called branded shoes.
"I just find you pleasing to the eye. Your feet are about the same as mine. If it were someone else, I wouldn't give it to them even if they begged me.”
Seeing that Zhuang Yan liked to listen, the old man spoke a little more. As he spoke, he added as if he was afraid that Zhuang Yan would not cherish it.
"Thank you."
How could Zhuang Yan not understand the logic behind these words? At this moment, no matter how much he said, it seemed to be in vain. Zhuang Yan could only spit out these two words and then take the pair of shoes that were clearly handmade.
"Kid, if you take it, you have to keep it as a treasure. If I find out that you lost it after wearing it once, I'll beat you up, you hear me?”
Seeing Zhuang Yan take it, Elder Chen nodded his head in satisfaction and added with a serious expression.
Although these shoes looked ordinary, they were indeed something that the old man cherished very much. Moreover, although they were ordinary and did not have any labels, people who understood would understand the meaning of these shoes. As veterans who had survived the Red Army period until now, almost no one would not like to wear these shoes.
These shoes were produced and distributed by a specialized department. Their value was more than double that of the so-called branded shoes on the market!
It was completely handmade and could be considered a military product. All the materials used were the best in China.
However, the ignorant Zhuang Yan obviously knew nothing about this. He did not think in that direction either. He only thought that the old man cherished the old items.
No matter what it meant to the old man and the upper echelons, it was just a gift from an old man and an old warrior. No matter whether he would wear it in the future or not, he would definitely cherish it.
"Alright, you can scram now!"
Seeing Zhuang Yan nod his head and put on his shoes, the old man waited for him to finish putting on his shoes and did not say anything else. He waved his hand and began to chase him away.
"Oh, okay, then I'll be leaving. Goodbye, Mr. Chen!”
Zhuang Yan got out of bed wearing his old Beijing cloth shoes and felt the feeling of wearing these shoes. When he heard that the old man was starting to chase him away, he did not waste any more time. He nodded obediently and turned to leave. He walked towards the door.
"By the way, there's one thing to remember. I advise you not to join the army.”
Zhuang Yan was about to leave when he heard the old man's words. He froze. He was dumbfounded. He never thought that the old man would say such words. Did he discover something?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan felt his body turn cold. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the old man behind him.
"Why?"
It was difficult for Zhuang Yan to say such a simple sentence. He had something in his heart, so he had to think a little more than others, not to mention something like the system that shocked everyone.
Time seemed to have stopped at this second. However, when he thought about the system information he received in his sleep, he forced himself to calm down and asked curiously.
His words were filled with an indescribable feeling.
"There's no reason. If you wear my shoes and enter the army, you'll fall into unnecessary competition. Isn't it good for you to study hard now and become a director in the future?”
Facing Zhuang Yan's question, the old man seemed to be leisurely sitting there and drinking the tea in his cup. He spoke indifferently, as if he had no intention of hiding anything.
He said something that made Zhuang Yan confused.
"Huh?"
When Zhuang Yan heard this, he had a very interesting expression on his face, like a muddled husky.
The worry in his heart vanished like smoke. At this moment, Zhuang Yan was like a clown, staring at the old man's back foolishly.
"You want to know the reason?"
The old man turned around and looked at Zhuang Yan with a serious expression.
Hearing the old man's question, Zhuang Yan's face couldn't help but twitch twice. He felt that someone was teasing him. Yes, they were teasing him. They were speaking in a very serious manner halfway. It was very important. However, after saying so much, it made people think blindly and ask if they wanted to know.
If it was the few jokers in his memory, he would have kicked them in the face and scolded them. He could not do that to this old man.
He could only hold it in very hard. He looked at the old man with a strange expression and nodded his head obediently to show that he wanted to know.
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