Chen Qinghe returned to his hometown in 2014.

He is wearing a straight military uniform, two second-class merits, and three third-class merits, and is worthy of the word "returning home in glory".

The courtyard was not much different from the year he left, so the gate was renovated several places, and the people standing guard were also replaced, which made Chen Qinghe feel slightly surprised.

When they got home, all the relatives and friends of the Chen family who were moved came. One was to welcome the situation, and the other was to match him with the old man.

When the second aunt asked about life in the military camp, Chen Qinghe spoke so furiously.

"I took a rope and stabbed it in such a big flood. Of course, people were saved!"

"When you survive in the wild, guess what I encountered? That's right, a real wolf, her eyes are green."

Chen Qinghe picked a few random things and made everyone breathe.

I don’t know who called out, “Uncle.”

Chen Ziyan came down from the stairs. As soon as he appeared, the younger generations consciously shut up.

Chen Qinghe turned around and glanced away lightly, and continued to talk about great achievements without changing his expression.

"And the China-Myanmar border last year, our team is..."

Chen Ziyan snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "Pediatrics."

Chen Qinghe also shouted, with sharp teeth, "Okay, pick whoever is in your team, fight me to see who is the pediatrician."

This tense atmosphere is still the same as before.

The second aunt pulled Chen Qinghe's arm and said, "Oh, bear it."

Chen Ziyan was not angry this time, so he deliberately walked to Chen Qinghe and sat leisurely on the rattan chair. Hey, he started drinking Biluochun leisurely.

Chen Qinghe raised his eyebrows and finished the remaining thrilling events, which made the little boys stunned.

It sounds so good, but the sufferings, injuries, and life and death are all things he has experienced in real guns and real ammunition.

Chen Ziyan, who was standing beside him, was tasting tea without caring about it. In fact, his ears were so high that they were no longer than anyone else.

When he heard Chen Qinghe rolling down the cold pond from the snow slope in the Greater Xing'an Mountains, the old commander's hand almost crushed the cup ears.

That arrogant troublemaker back then became dark and strong, and even more crazy than before.

Chen Ziyan's eyes fell on the back of his head, and the scars that were faintly visible between his short hair were still so obvious.

This kid, although he hates it.

But the wind of the general is better than that of the blue.

At the welcoming banquet, Chen Qinghe's alcohol content was so bright and the atmosphere was very warm.

The peers were having fun, and Chen Ziyan, who was in the main seat, suddenly pushed his freshly served soup to Chen Qinghe.

Then, without saying a word, got up and left.

The fish soup is thick and white, and the heat is still fresh.

Relatives and friends were consciously quiet, look at me, look at you, and finally look at Chen Qinghe.

Chen Qinghe silent for a few seconds, suddenly picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and shouted loudly at grandpa's back-

“Good!”

I don’t know who took the lead and clapped his hands, and the sounds burst into the sky.

Everyone understands that the grandfather and grandson have a chance.

After Chen Qinghe came back, the childhood friend in the courtyard gathered him together. Maybe he was older and was no longer enthusiastic about the excitement. After reconciling the time, he created a bigger dinner party. Even if everyone gathered together, it would be over.

"Brother Chen, you are the toughest among our group of people, without any mud." As soon as he drank too much, he began to speak the truth, "You are the real master."

Chen Qinghe smiled, "Thank you."

After talking about the past, I will talk about the present. Chen Qinghe asked: "Report your current situation."

"The fifth brother went abroad to study and went to work as a logistics company. Yan'er is the most awesome. After graduating from bioengineering, what do you think? Hey! He went to be a model and also acted in two TV series."

Chen Qinghe asked: "Where is Li Kun and Yingchen?"

"Brother Li ran around the world. It is said that he went to Afghanistan last month to perform a mission."

The guy raised his thumb and was convinced by Li Kun from the bottom of his heart. He sighed again.

"Chen Yatou is in Hangzhou, and is a branch of their headquarters. She went there to be an executive. These two people, hey."

There are two characters in the mountains and rivers.

Needless to say, there are stories in this group of children.

Chen Qinghe didn't ask again.

He took a sip of wine in his head, and he had only been away for four years, so why did he feel like he was a different life?

After a day off, Chen Qinghe went to work to report.

The Security Department is not an idle department, especially when encountering various meetings, standing outside for a day, without any time to take a sip of water.

Chen Qinghe could use his family's relationship to go to a more relaxed place, but he was self-restrained and moved wherever he needed it.

This move took three years.

There are many things that can be fixed in three years.

Although my relationship with my grandfather is not soft enough, I am no longer an enemy.

Chen Qinghe is a very adaptable person. He can't die in the wild and returns to the flower world. He can have fun. He and Lu Hanxiao gathered several times a week, played cards and ate peppers, and lost drinking Nongfu Spring. They are all smart people, and they play so well that they are like fish in water.

He got serious, stood guard and was on duty, and was wearing a military uniform, and was a tough guy again.

It’s just occasionally when it’s late at night, Chen Qinghe looks through the photos of his former soldiers.

The regular beds, the innocent and hot smiles of the little warriors, and the snowy mountains and moons of the north.

Chen Qinghe closed his eyes.

A rose bloomed under the moonlight snow mountain.

When the flowers bloom, he would have insomnia. Once he had insomnia, he would go to the refrigerator to find fruits to eat.

I won’t eat peaches anymore.

When the peaches splashed in his mouth, Chen Qinghe would wander around the world again—

She is already someone else's little rose.

If we meet again.

"Fuck, what are you thinking about?" Chen Qinghe shook his head and slapped himself with his hand.

This is not an 8 o'clock romance TV series.

How many ifs?

But unexpectedly, this "if" really bears results.

His brother Lu Hanxiao and his wife, after many twists and turns, are finally about to achieve success.

I went to get the certificate tomorrow, so I got a bachelor party tonight, which means slaughtering casually.

After dinner, he went to sing again. Chen Qinghe and him were smoking by the window and surfing the wind. Somehow, they talked about the man's thoughts and finally fell on the emotional issue.

Lu Hanxiao knew the story with Xiao Qiangwei. He asked: "What would you do if you meet her again?"

Chen Qinghe was stubborn and still didn't calm down, saying, "I want to dig out her heart and see if it's black!"

Of course, this is a qi word. The biggest feature of qi word is that it is not ruthless enough.

Chen Qinghe couldn't get cruel.

Silenced.

In fact, what I want to do most is to ask her heart and soul why she had to plan to deceive him together back then.

Are so many beautiful memories really just laying the foundation for revenge?

Chen Qinghe didn't want to believe it, but what he saw that night was too true, not because he was beaten to death by Yan Fei, but because he couldn't forget the phone call Yan Fei called Huo Xin on the spot.

Suddenly, Lu Hanxiao said "My God" and pulled Chen Qinghe back from his memories.

He frowned, "What's the ghost called?"

Then he followed his gaze and looked out the window, and his scalp exploded.

Lu Hanxiao even rubbed his eyes, "Then, isn't that Xiao Qiangwei!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Qinghe rushed straight into the sky spirit cover with a conditioned reflex. He supported the windowsill with his hands, jumped with his feet, crossed the one-meter-high platform, and jumped directly.

"Fuck! This is the second floor!" Lu Hanxiao was so scared that he was sweating coldly.

And Chen Qinghe's back had long been like thunderbolts, running towards the newspaper booth not far away.

"How much does Yibao cost?"

"Two pieces."
To be continued...