Time flies, and years pass by, and two full years pass in a blink of an eye. Two years are not long or short, which can be enough to change many things, but it may also be the same as before.

Xiao Yuanchao was seven and a half years old, and grew taller, and began to enter the first grade of school. Every day after school, Xiao Hongjun sent him to the school on time, and then guarded the school gate and took him home after school.

Sometimes, Xiao Hongjun was even worried midway through class and had to go to Xiao Yuanchao's class to see if his son was intact.

The experience two years ago made Xiao Hongjun appear to be obviously sick, he cares more about his son, and also becomes more irritable. At home, if Xiao Yuanchao escapes from his sight, he will be drowning like a drowning, and he will beating his son hard without saying anything after finding him.

Zhao Xiuying had no choice but to do anything about Xiao Hongjun's pathology. She could only pour all her maternal love into Xiao Yuanchao. No matter what her son wanted, she would try her best to satisfy her. Even once, Xiao Yuanchao had a sudden surprise and wanted to taste what the caterpillar tasted. Zhao Xiuying immediately went to catch the caterpillar, which was incredible to satisfy her son's sudden whim.

Not only did Xiao Hongjun appear pathological, but Zhao Xiuying also appear pathological, but the two were completely opposite.

In this family environment, the seven-year-old Xiao Yuanchao became dull. He became increasingly afraid of his father, and he remained silent all day long and never communicated with others.

His greatest happiness was to pinch Wangwang snow cake and look at the sky, hoping that the uncle named Changsheng would take him to the army and have a good time playing hide-and-seek.

After school that day, Xiao Hongjun rarely came to pick up Xiao Yuanchao from school. This made Xiao Yuanchao, who was seven and a half years old, feel unspeakable fear. His first reaction was: Where is Dad? Will I be beaten when I go home?

Before seeing Xiao Hongjun, Xiao Yuanchao stood at the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, not daring to walk a single step. His eyes kept scanning the people passing by, extremely uneasy.

With a "slam" sound, someone poured a basin of water on the road to the left of the school.

Xiao Yuanchao's body shivered suddenly and turned around to look. After a long time, he came to his senses and continued to wait anxiously.

"Bang!"

"Ah!" Xiao Yuanchao exclaimed, staring at a bicycle with a terrified eyes.

Without Xiao Hongjun, all the sound sources around brought Xiao Yuanchao a lot of uneasiness and even fear. In two years, when other children went out to play, he had to stay under his father's nose; when other children acted coquettishly in his father's arms, he knelt on the ground in fear and quiet, allowing his father to beat him up...

Over time, Xiao Yuanchao was afraid of his father, but he could not live without him. When his father was there, he was frightened; when his father was away, he was still frightened. In addition to bringing fear to him, his father also brought a sense of security in a world where he did not communicate with anyone.

In a room diagonally opposite the school, Xiao Hongjun sat in front of the window, lifting the corner of the curtain and staring at his son like a rat. He blamed himself, felt guilty, pain, and uneasiness, and wanted to rush to his son several times, but he held it tightly.

"Observe for another hour." A loud and calm voice came from behind.

This is a young soldier who looks only in his twenties, but he has the rank of major on his shoulders. There is also a soldier who is also in his twenties. He is also in his twenties. He looks gentle and gentle, and has a very sweet smile. He also has the rank of major.

In addition, there is Sun Honglie, the commander of the division.

Sun Honglie stood quietly aside, looking at two young major officers, a man and a woman with extremely complicated eyes. There was envy, heat, sigh, but more of respect.

An hour passed, and the sky was getting darker, and Xiao Yuanchao was still huddling at the school gate. But he changed from standing to squatting down and squatting around the corner.

The young major officer shook his head, exchanged glances with the female officer, and turned around to leave.

"Don't leave!" Xiao Hongjun shouted at the two of them, rushed to the two of them with one step, and said excitedly: "Give him more time and give my son more time."

The male officer shook his head.

"Please..." Xiao Hongjun's face was full of life and the burden of time crushed the vicissitudes of life and time.

"Sorry, I can't do anything." The male soldier shook his head again and said, "I don't know what the hell in Instructor Chang likes your son, but after two hours of observation, your son really has nothing to do with it. Or your son has been ruined by you and does not have the conditions for us to absorb."

"It's my fault, it's me that's wrong, I'm sick, I'm really sick, but all this has nothing to do with my son." Xiao Hongjun said anxiously: "I have five sons, and four sons are the best soldiers. By the way, my father and my father are also the best soldiers. Including me, I, I, I, are also the best soldiers. I am the first batch of scouts, have fought a self-defense counterattack, and have killed thirteen Yuetes. If you don't believe me, ask Commander Sun, he knows everything, he knows everything."

Xiao Hongjun looked at Sun Honglie, as if Sun Honglie had once again become his life-saving straw.

"Senior!" The female officer made a sweet voice, which made people feel particularly comfortable and enjoyed.

"Chief, you said, you said, I'll listen." Xiao Hongjun nodded desperately and said anxiously: "I know I'm sick. I shouldn't be hitting him every day, nor should I lock him up at home every day. But I'm afraid, I'm really afraid of losing my last son. I know my behavior may have ruined the child, but please give him another chance, the last chance!"

At this time, Xiao Hongjun was scared, afraid that his son would be completely destroyed by him.

While he was guarding the school gate in the afternoon, Sun Honglie found him with two soldiers, a man and a woman, and said he wanted to take his son to the army.

Xiao Hongjun refused without hesitation. How could he let his remaining son join the army again? What if he dies again?

The male soldier didn't say much, only saying that his son Xiao Hongjun should not meet the standards. They came more than just a trip to the situation and just explained it when they went back.

Xiao Hongjun was angry. He knew that in his heart, Xiao Hongjun's sons were all heroes, and no one would be better than his son.

But after some observation, Xiao Hongjun suddenly realized that his son had become cowardly and timid at some point, and even worse than a girl.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, the fact is right in front of him: his son was ruined by himself...

Xiao Hongjun did live in a sick life, but he was unwilling to destroy his son. His son should be an eagle, a tiger, just like his four brothers, like his grandfather and father.

"We understand your mood, but please understand us." The female officer smiled very friendly and said to Xiao Hongjun: "Senior, your four sons have sacrificed for the country, and your only son is your only motivation to survive. To be honest, we don't want to come this time. If we take the child away, the child's mother may not be able to support it. Your family has already contributed too much to our country..."

"Shut up!" Xiao Hongjun suddenly roared and stared at the female officer.

The moment the roar sounded, the male officer's eyes narrowed slightly like conditioned reflexes, and his pupils instantly contracted into the most dangerous needle-point shape.

He felt the murderous aura suddenly burst out from Xiao Hongjun's body. This murderous aura came from the battlefield, from the killing battlefield where the sword and sword danced!

It seemed that the iron-blooded soldier who had returned from triumphantly with his head was reborn, stepped onto the battlefield again, and became bloodthirsty and violent again.

"My son is not a waste." Xiao Hongjun slowly straightened his slightly hunched waist, raised his head, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Ten minutes, give him another ten minutes!"

After saying that, Xiao Hongjun stood in front of the window with his hands on his back, staring at his son with a golden sword on his back.

The female officer with wide eyes exhaled a long breath, waved her hand to signal the male officer to put away the saber in her hand, and nodded at him.

The male officer began to pinch the watch and stared out the window.

At the school gate, Xiao Yuanchao, who was huddled in the corner of the wall, was still motionless. He hugged his schoolbag in his arms, blocking his body, revealing only a small head, and vigilantly scanning everything in front of him.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed... A full nine minutes passed, and Xiao Yuanchao was still huddling there.

Sun Honglie in the room shook his head and prepared to go up to comfort Xiao Hongjun.

"He moved!" Xiao Hongjun suddenly spoke.

After moving, it was indeed moving. Xiao Yuanchao stretched out his palms and counted his fingers there.

The male officer narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Yuanchao, and glanced at the east road and the south road facing the school gate.

A motorcycle rushed from the east, and a small truck drove from the south, and the two were far apart.

"Thirteen seconds, twelve seconds, eleven seconds, ten seconds, nine seconds..." The male soldier realized that the motorcycle and the small truck would collide together, and counted down his mouth.
Chapter completed!