Old Man, We…Are Back!
As soon as he finished speaking.
Buzz!
Rumble!
The sound of a car whizzing quickly came from afar.
The lieutenant colonel raised his wrist and looked at the time. Then, he turned his head and looked at the road they were driving on. His expression was serious, but it was filled with deep disgust.
He looked as if he was waiting for someone.
Not long after.
A black car with a " messenger " license plate turned at an extremely fast speed and appeared at the entrance of the memorial garden.
Squeak--
The black "Envoy" brand car made a sudden braking sound and hurriedly stopped the car.
Everyone, except the old man, turned to look.
The back door of the black car opened, and a foreigner in a black suit and tie appeared.
As soon as he got out of the car, the foreigner immediately looked at the lieutenant colonel and smiled."Sorry, sorry, Officer Li. I'm late. Please forgive me.”
The foreigner was not fluent in Chinese, but at least he could understand.
The foreigner was Jackson, a citizen of the United States stationed in China.
The moment he appeared.
The expressions on the faces of the soldiers and the two major officers changed.
Disgust, indignation, and some dissatisfaction.
There was no other reason.
Everything started from the five dead military heroes.
Previously, Wang Yang's troops were stationed on a mountain. However, one day, the higher-ups suddenly issued an order to mobilize Wang Yang's troops to carry out a peace-keeping mission in the Black Earth.
The mission this time was to work together with many countries to fight against a force of the Blacklands.
Unfortunately, during a mission, Wang Yang's troops were accidentally discovered by the enemy. An intense battle broke out, and in the end, the casualties were heavy.
The reason for this was that the M Nation troops, who were carrying out this mission together with Wang Yang's troops, had given the order to evacuate first.
They did not communicate with the Chinese side at all.
This led to the tragedy and caused such a huge loss.
After that, the battle subsided.
The hero's remains could finally return.
For the hero's send-off ceremony this time, the M Nation had also sent a corresponding member, Jackson, to participate in the send-off ceremony.
However, the soldiers and officers present were extremely dissatisfied with this behavior and despised it.
Although they didn't resent him, they had no choice but to suppress their emotions.
After all, today was the send-off ceremony for the military hero.
" It's not too late yet." The lieutenant colonel looked serious." We need to wait a few minutes before we can enter."”
The foreigner nodded. Then, he looked at the old man in the noodle stall and smiled."Wow, there's actually a noodle stall here.”
"Yes." The lieutenant colonel turned around and looked at the old man in the eyes. He said respectfully,""We were just about to listen to this old man tell us a story.”
Jackson nodded and did not express his opinion. Instead, he looked at the watch on his wrist.
"I'm willing to hear the details. Old man, tell me.”the lieutenant colonel said to the old man.
There was still some time before the ceremony began, so there was no harm in listening to the story.
Everyone ignored Jackson.
They all looked at the old man.
Everyone was very curious. This old man had appeared at the entrance of the memorial garden today to sell noodles. He even said that there were people eating. What was going on?
Everyone was silent as they looked at the old man.
At this moment.
The old man stirred the noodles in the hot pot and said,
"Many years ago, there was a Taoist temple in a large mountain. The Taoist temple was very old and there was only one Taoist priest.
That year, the Taoist priest closed the mountain gate and went down the mountain to find his master who had long passed away.
However, his search was fruitless. In the end, he ended up at the foot of a mountain. In order to make a living, he set up a noodle stall at the foot of the mountain.
One day, a group of children came to the mountain.
That group of children lived there for a long time. They didn't go anywhere or go out.
"Old man, please give us six bowls of noodles!”
That autumn, the six children went to the noodle stall and asked for a bowl of noodles.
"Scallion and coriander?" The Taoist priest replied with a smile and cooked six bowls of noodles.
The six children ate heartily and finished the noodles in the bowl in a few bites. They even praised the noodles for being delicious and chewy.
The old Taoist priest who had renounced asceticism was naturally very happy.
However, a child looked at the dilapidated noodle stall and asked the old Taoist if he could pay with his mobile phone.
The Taoist priest stayed in the mountains all year round. After he renounced asceticism, he rarely came into contact with the outside world. Naturally, he did not know anything. He had always accepted cash.
He said,"Just put it on credit and pay it back later."”
From then on, the six children often came to eat noodles. The Taoist priest never accepted their money and always paid them on credit.
The Taoist priest was all alone. He had never married or had any children in his life. Now that he had these six children who often came to eat noodles, the Taoist priest was very happy and treated them as his own children.
Winter passed and spring came. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
The Taoist priest had already become an old man. His temples were white and his face was old, but he still supported the noodle stall.
He could no longer remember how many bowls of noodles the six children had eaten at his noodle stall.
Suddenly, one day, the six children who often appeared at the noodle stall never appeared again.
The large group of children on the mountain seemed to have left as well.
The old Daoist was still holding the noodle stall. Although he was puzzled, he still could not understand.
Another year passed.
When the fallen leaves are scattered.
In front of the old Daoist's noodle stall stood a child. It was one of the six children.
The child held six thick kraft paper bags in his hands.
"Old man, I…I'm back. This is the money we owe you.”
The child cried as he said this. Then, he handed the kraft paper bag to the old priest.
The old Daoist didn't even look at the six bulging kraft paper bags. He grabbed the noodles and threw them into the hot pot. This time, he only threw a handful.”
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