Hong Kong, the island of eternal night base.

A few days ago—

The waves gently slapped on the beach. On the distant sea level to the west, huge orange-red fireballs are slowly sinking.

A setting sun spreads into the water, half of the sea is shivering and half of the sea is red.

It was the middle of winter, and it was the season when the north wind was dripping with water, but on this tropical island south of the Tropic of Cancer, Yang Jin only needed to wear a short-sleeved shirt.

White shirt and thin trousers are elegant and rigorous. Yang Jin walked step by step along the beach. On the right is an elegant and unique villa group built, with beautiful scenery. On the left is the vast sea, with the sea breeze washed away. Look in front, the sunset is setting, the dusk mist is red, and the fragrant wind is fragrant.

Taking advantage of the beautiful scenery, the lights are rushing to set off, and the thick flames burn the city of Lianjin.

It was originally the ultimate scenery on earth.

To be honest, in terms of material conditions, Yang Jin's life these days can be said to be extremely good. No one in Yongye Group dares to be down on him, and all food, clothing and consumption are the best. As long as one word, even if you say something, someone actively cared for him. He didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to worry about anything.

But there was no trace of leisure in Yang Jin's expression.

His eyes were light and deep, as if he was staring at every moment, and as if he was careless every moment.

Yang Jin fell into memories, and suddenly began to recall the first building in his life. It was a dormitory house divided by the school, built with red bricks and was wet and narrow. The old red brick building with only three floors will even lose powder under the wind and rain. Whenever the rainy season comes, the ground will be tide and sticky, which is incomparable to now.

But at that time, it was different from now. He was the pillar of the family and the shelter of his wife and children. At that time, the family was happily together. Although their material living conditions were poor, they worked together and worked hard and thrive. Although they were exhausted every day, they were excited.

Now, the material conditions are extremely superior, but there is no feeling of enjoyment at all.

How could he be happy if his wife leaves and the child leaves?

A few nights ago, the helicopter rumbled away. Yang Jin deeply remembered the moment he stood on the apron and looked up. He was not a sentimental person who cherished spring and was sad about autumn, but at that moment, he really felt a deep sadness.

I am a husband and a father, but I can't shelter my wife and children from the wind and rain...

Crack, Yang Jin's fists clenched tightly.

Suddenly, he found that he was not the only one who was relaxing alone on this island.

Tada, a figure was running towards this side along the beach. Looking at the spotlight, the man was in his fifties, with white hair, strong body, dark face, hard expression, and serious temperament, like a lump of iron that no one should enter. Looking closely, the man was covered with heavy loads, and when he stepped on the beach, he was a deep pit.

Running on the beach is much more tiring than running on the flat ground. This man is doing quite rigorous training. He is sweating all over and is so tired that his muscles twitch. However, this man does not move and does not even change his rhythm. He continues to carry the weight forward and runs forward.

At this age, the physical quality and willpower of this iron man are quite amazing - of course, within the category of ordinary people - in this era, the previous sentence really has an inexplicable sense of irony and sorrow.

By the way, I saw him on the apron the night before yesterday. He seemed to want to go to London with him, but he was finally driven off the plane and couldn't follow him. When he got closer, Yang Jin keenly discovered that the iron man had an inexplicable feeling of heavyness. Heavy and hard, like a piece of stubborn iron, and he didn't know how to follow the trend and change himself.

Yang Jin suddenly wanted to say hello to him, talk about something, and then... what's this person's name? Yang Jin frowned. He was really old, his hair on his temples turned white, his eyes began to get blurred, and his memory was also reduced. I think, I think... Chao... Uncle Chao?

That's it, Uncle Chao!

But it’s okay for the younger generation to call him Uncle Chao. I can’t call him Uncle Chao! Otherwise, I’ll call him... Little Chao?

Just thinking in a mess, Uncle Chao had already rushed to a distance in front. Yang Jin, who had not yet figured out what to call the other party, could only nod at him with a reserved smile, and greeted casually: "Where are you exercising?"

Uncle Chao looked at Yang Jin and stopped and gasped for a few breaths. He was always taciturn and was not good at speaking, so he could only say: "Yes, exercise. Where are you?"

“I exercise too.”

Looking at the tough guy in front of him, the lingering heaviness and the looming loss in his eyes, Yang Jin felt that he wanted to talk to his peers. But in the end, in the awkward silence, the two just nodded to each other, ready to take their own steps.

Suddenly, a sound rang out, it was the radio broadcast.

"Insert an emergency report, a large-scale terrorist attack occurred in London, England!"

Crying, both of them stopped, and they rushed to their waists quickly, and then took out their own equipment at the same time. Yang Jin was holding a box radio, while Uncle Chao was taking out an old model radio.

After a surprise glance at each other, an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding suddenly rose, and Yang Jin smiled: "It seems that you can't rest assured that they are."

"Absolutely, I'm worried." Uncle Chao compared his thumb: "Go to the intelligence department to see the specific situation?"

Yang Jin hesitated slightly: "Can I go to the confidential department of the Intelligence Department?"

"In principle, no." Uncle Chao shook his head coldly, and then squeezed out a strange smile: "But I will open the back door for you and leave."

the next day.

canteen.

There was beer in front of the two of them, and they were drinking very enthusiastically.

"Are you a teacher?"

“Yes, I teach students.”

"Do you know, actually, my dream when I was a child was to be a teacher." Uncle Chao took another sip and breathed: "Sit in Xuanchang's classroom, teach according to his aptitude, clean up all the little naughty children, and let them go on the right path. At least you should never get poisoned and drugs, it's best to learn some skills. I think that feeling is great."

"Then why didn't you be a teacher?"

"Oh, by chance, luck makes people beat me." Uncle Chao sighed.

Yang Jin also took a sip and smiled slightly: "Do you know? Actually, my dream when I was a child was not to be a teacher, but to be a soldier."

"As a soldier?" Uncle Chao widened his eyes: "You?"

"Don't believe it? But it is true. In my childhood, when films were played in rural China, the main theme war films were always played. tunnel warfare, mine warfare, warfare in the south and north, and armed forces behind enemy lines. Every time the movie was played, adults and children flocked to the crowd, so many people had squeezed people into the cesspool."

"Dempit pit? Hahahaha!" Uncle Chao slapped the table and laughed.

"At that time, I thought that charging into battle, defending the country, not seeing the devils or pulling the strings, seeing the devils, that was the best thing." Yang Jin raised his hand and showed a pistol posture, and glanced at it like he was a child, as if he was about to aim at a devil: "It's a pity that the Japanese devils and American devils were not able to fight. Of course, even if he became a soldier, he could not fight the devils, but I still yearn for military life."

"Then why didn't you join the army?"

"Oh, by chance, luck makes people beat me." Yang Jin was also moved.

Uncle Chao looked at this peer and thought he was really a very good drinker. Looking at Yang Jin's gentle and polite appearance, a light suddenly flashed in Uncle Chao's mind, and a slightly malicious smile appeared: "I'll be here today. Next time, I'll get you some good things."

Day 4.

bar.

Uncle Chao put down three bottles of whiskey.

"Done!"

After a while, Hu Tianhaidi and both of them were in high spirits.

The TV behind the bar was broadcasting news, full of reports on the street terrorist attacks in London. How many buildings were burned, how much property was damaged, what was the good thing the terrorists on which side did, and what was the purpose? A serious old expert on the TV was analyzing and discussing with the TV camera, and the ratings of CCTV Security Channel hit a new high.

With a bang, Uncle Chao smashed the bottom of the wine glass on the table, his face was dark and red, and he was drunk and shouted: "The times have changed, they have changed!"

Yang Jin was drunkenly staring at the block on the fire on TV, and suddenly sighed: "Maybe I'm old, really old, and I like memories when I'm old. Last night I dreamed that when I was young, what happened when Xiao Qi was just born. He was so young that he could hold it up with two hands. But I didn't dare to touch it, for fear of being broken. But in the blink of an eye...ah..."

Uncle Chao's face was red and his ears were hot, and his eyes were dizzy: "Come on, brother, let's continue drinking, respect this damn time, respect this damn time, and have done it!"

Bang, touched a glass, and Yang Jin drank it in one sip. Haha~ blew out a sip of alcohol. Yang Jin opened his five fingers and was drunk: "I, I still remember that when the child was three years old, he suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night. He took his body temperature and had a fever of forty degrees! I carried him and ran away. As soon as I opened the door, the wind was sweeping away and the rain was pouring. I was dripping with Xiaoqi on my back, and your sister-in-law was following him with an umbrella next to me. I still remember that the heavy rain poured on your sister-in-law, I still remember that Xiaoqi was burning and lying on my back in a daze. I still remember that there was no street light at all that day, but the lightning kept lightning, and everything was dazzling. The rain was really heavy."

"I remember the heavy rain, too!" Uncle Chao has basically entered a stage of talking nonsense: "In 1993, I took a group of veterans to the Amazon rainforest to participate in special training. Mosquitoes, beasts, hunger, injuries, guerrillas, and his mother's ubiquitous intentional torture. The special training camp is getting fewer and fewer people day by day. Brother, I tell you that during the training, it was really going to kill. Those guerrillas were shot. I was shot and hit on my left leg. I limped and ran away. I was infectious, inflamed, hungry, and shivered coldly, but I, I held it down. I held it down! I became a trump card special forces! Brother, do you think I am a good soldier?"

"Yes, you are a good soldier, you are the best soldier!" Yang Jin patted Uncle Chao's shoulder with a bang, his tongue almost getting bigger: "Comrade Xiaochao, come and keep drinking!"

"But in this era, why is such a good soldier worthless?" Uncle Chao raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly: "Why is it worthless!"
Chapter completed!