The trajectory of life is different.

Although Song Shiqiang is quite happy in normal times, his daughter is sensible and does not have to worry about his parents' studies. Although his wife is not beautiful, she is virtuous and capable, thrifty, and diligent in running a breakfast shop. The family's life is not a problem, and her income is even higher than that of some office workers.

However, when he saw Su Rui wearing clean clothes sitting in the store for dinner and wanted to shake his hand, he suddenly realized the oil on his hands.

So, he hesitated for a moment just now.

After all, now... it's not the past.

However, Su Rui didn't care that his body was covered with flour and oil stains, and just hugged him hard.

At this moment, Song Shiqiang, who had broken a few fingers and was still extremely optimistic, suddenly turned red with his eyes. He felt that his throat was blocked by something.

We used to be young faces, but now we have undergone great changes... with more wrinkles and more wind and frost, our skin has become rough, and time has left many traces in it.

Everyone is no longer young, and their moods are no longer young.

However, these factors are no longer important, and nothing at this time is better than a long time reunion.

At this time, Song Shiqiang no longer cared about the flour and oil stains on his body. He raised his arm and hugged Su Rui with the same force.

"You are not as powerful as before." Su Rui said with a smile.

"Of course, you were not my opponent before." Song Shiqiang laughed, and the smile on his face looked as if he was a boy.

The little girl who was studying didn't know what happened between her father and this guest, so why did she suddenly hug each other?

Song Shiqiang's wife who was in a quarrel seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes turned red, and then she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

The two hugged each other for a few seconds and then separated. Su Rui patted his shoulder heavily: "Song Shiqiang, Song Shiqiang, why are you not having any news over the years?"

"Oh, it's been so many years since we've been around, let's sit down and talk." Song Shiqiang pulled Su Rui and sat down.

Su Rui nodded and looked at Song Shiqiang: "What's your hand? Are you injured in the army?"

Song Shiqiang nodded, then shook his head: "Oh, it's so shameful, it's so shameful to say that it's simply a shame to our army."

Few people know that Song Shiqiang was also a teenager and showed great physical fitness from the beginning. He and Su Rui both experienced extremely rigorous training. The two were comrades-in-arms when they were young. It was not until they were sixteen that they were transferred to different troops. One of them stayed in the Capital Military Region, and the other one came to the Southern Military Region and became the youngest member of the Special Forces Brigade of the Southern Military Region.

All those who became special forces at their age were the future killers of this country. The troops spent a lot of training resources on them. However, for some reason, Song Shiqiang would appear in an inconspicuous breakfast shop at this time and lost four fingers.

Su Rui really wanted to know what happened to this comrade who had fought side by side with him and why it was like this.

In fact, according to the planned route that year, if it had developed normally to the present, Song Shiqiang's level should be comparable to Shao Feihu's, and he would even become a famous young soldier king like Su Rui.

Of course, Su Rui and Song Shiqiang's future routes have gone astray.

The latter is actually about the same age as Su Rui, and was once given high expectations by the army leaders. However, now it seems that the wind and frost he lived ten years older than Su Rui, and the carvings of time still left a lot of traces on him.

"What's wrong?" Su Rui asked.

"Actually, I was not injured while performing a mission." Song Shiqiang said this and scratched his head.

Su Rui still remembers that this head scratching action was the move that Song Shiqiang was most used to doing, but he didn't expect it to have not changed after so many years.

Looking at his actions, Su Rui felt more intimacy in his heart.

Life has changed some things, but many simple things have also remained and have not changed.

"Once I was wandering around the street, but I happened to meet a group of guys chopping people. Wow, when I saw that it was a group of underworld chasing policemen. What's wrong?" Song Shiqiang said this and slapped the table, "I've never seen such a bastard."

Su Rui looked at him: "You are brave enough to do justice?"

This is obvious. If it were any soldier, he would not have watched this happen.

"That's for sure. The country has trained us. At this time, if we don't go, who will go?" Song Shiqiang shook his head, "But it turned out... it was so embarrassing. I didn't expect that the boat capsized in the gutter."

"Are you injured by them?" Su Rui frowned fiercely.

Special forces are not gods. Su Rui has survived countless times and has many scars on his body. If it weren't for the magical scar removal potion of the old Taoist Tianji, the scars on Su Rui's body would have been crisscrossed and could not even be seen.

There is a saying that scars are men's medals, but to Su Rui's level, he has put military medals all over his body.

People with intensive phobia may not be able to stand it.

Recently, I haven't met the old Taoist Tianji for a long time, and Su Rui doesn't have the blue scar removal potion to use again, so the scars on his body gradually increase.

Therefore, the probability of Song Shiqiang being injured by this group of knives is very high.

Moreover, he is honest by nature and is not as sensible as Su Rui when fighting. However, just from the perspective of courage, Song Shiqiang is still above Su Rui.

When he was a teenager, he was able to beat Su Rui steadily, and his strength made everyone look at him.

However, the more brave a person is, the more likely he is to be injured.

"I was besieged by several people at that time, but when I saw a gangster lifting a hilt and about to cut the policeman, I could only pounce on him... and catch the knife." Song Shiqiang shook his head.

"You took it with your bare hands?" Su Rui felt his breathing a little rapid.

If this happens, no one will be in a good mood.

Song Shiqiang said: "Yes, there was no other way at that time. If I didn't take this knife, the policeman's forehead might have been opened."

Su Rui heard this and said nothing.

At this time, he could not even imagine any words of comfort, and any comfort was pale and powerless, meaningless.

The lost fingers will never come back.

However, is it worth it to save a living life with a few fingers?

This kind of question of one for one is too difficult, and I am afraid that only the person involved can answer it.

"What happened later?" Su Rui was silent for two minutes and asked again.

At this time, Song Shiqiang's wife kept wiping her tears.

And his daughter had already stopped reading aloud and listened carefully.

In the past, Song Shiqiang never told his daughter about his fingers. Today, this is the first time this girl has heard this past from her father.

Her tears had already flowed out silently, and she was full of heartache.

"Good guy, that hijab is fast enough, and it cuts my three fingers away." Song Shiqiang gestured on his broken right hand and said, "The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger are gone, it hurts me..."

A strong cold light had already been released from Su Rui's eyes. At this moment, the temperature in the store seemed to have been several degrees lower, and the air was filled with a bitter smell!

"Didn't you kill him?" Su Rui's voice turned cold.

According to his usual personality, he would never ask such a question.

"Kick him in the chest, I don't know if he died." Song Shiqiang shook his head, "The knife in front of me was flying around at that time, and I was also crazy and knocked down a large area, but I was stabbed several times and then fell to the ground."

Su Rui felt that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he had also been injured. He could imagine what was happening to Song Shiqiang at that time, and he must have fallen into a pool of blood.

If it is not completely unsupported, he will definitely fight to the end with his temperament!

"After I fell down, the guys were frightened when they saw it. They quickly dropped the knife and ran away. The remaining ones who were injured by me could not escape and were caught by the police coming." Song Shiqiang cursed, "A group of gangsters gathered to take drugs, and they were happy. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. I took the knife and went to grab the gold shop. A passing policeman came to stop him, and the group of people slashed up directly."

When Song Shiqiang said this, he shook his head: "It's embarrassing, is it easy for the country to cultivate us? But I just fell into the hands of a group of gangsters."

He also felt unwilling to give up.

But this unwillingness was not because of my injury, but because I was injured in the hands of a group of seemingly inequality gangsters.

"A person like us must die on the battlefield, right?" Song Shiqiang said unhappily, "Since this happens, I can't even get the gun. I have been holding the gun for more than ten years, and the gun is my life."

Speaking of this, he closed his eyes, as if he was suppressing his emotions in his heart.

Yes, those who could have become a generation of soldiers, in the end, could not even hold a gun. This gap is too big and can't bear it if anyone puts it on!

"Things of the world are unpredictable." Su Rui was silent for a while before saying.

At this time, Song Shiqiang's daughter stood up, walked behind him, then stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around her father's waist.

The little girl's face was pressed against her father's back and she didn't say a word.

This is the most powerful hug.

"Girl, your dad is a hero." Su Rui said.

"Well, my dad is the best." The girl said, trying to grin, but she cried.

"Whatever you cry is crying, it's all the past. Go and go and find your mother." Song Shiqiang pushed his daughter away.

Su Rui was silent for a moment and asked again: "What about the index finger of your right hand?"

ps: Sorry, it's too late, I just finished writing.
Chapter completed!