An office filled with heavy majesty was filled with smoke and the windows were locked.
The sky was already dark, and closing the curtains made the whole office gloomy, giving people a subtle sense of suffocation.
tick,
tick,
On the silver-gray wall, the wall clock ticks like the beating of a human heart.
There were two people in the office. One of them was about sixty years old. He had a cigarette between his fingers, but he seemed to have forgotten to smoke it. He just stared at the young man opposite with an indifferent expression.
The old man was wearing earth-brown clothes with a military jacket on top. He didn't look very imposing, but there was a strong sense of oppression in his bright eyes. He might have just had a baby.
Due to anger, his breathing was a little rapid, and even the cigarette butt in his hand was somewhat deformed.
If the old man's bodyguards saw him like this, they would probably step back three feet and dare not take a breath. However, the young man sitting opposite stared at the old man with a cold expression. Not only did he not take a step back, but he
I have the urge to argue again,
The young man is masculine and upright, with thick black hair neatly trimmed. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is his pair of dark eyes, which are not like Xiao Lin's pretentious guy who shows deliberate melancholy from time to time. He is very energetic.
It's very sunny and makes people feel very comfortable just by looking at it.
It was also because he had a big mood swing just now that even his sitting posture became aggressive at this moment. The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end, but he didn't care. He still glared at the old man, refusing to admit defeat.
"call,."
The old man suddenly relaxed, stubbed out the cigarette in his fingers, took out another cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, paused, then looked at the young man and asked, "Do you want more?"
"Nonsense." The young man accurately threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, but a cloud of ash rose up, and some of it was stained on the old man.
"You kid," the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, threw a cigarette to the young man, lit it himself, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the young man and said, "You should know that Ye Long's incident has angered many people."
"I know." The young man nodded,
"I know he is your brother." The old man flicked the ashes of his cigarette skillfully and said slowly, "But you also know that some things are destined. He knew the outcome before he left, and now he is suddenly causing trouble.
Do you think he can be reasonable?"
"No." The young man shook his head.
"Then you still want to participate." The old man asked slightly displeasedly.
"If you don't understand, don't cooperate." The young man raised his eyebrows and blew out a stream of smoke, "Then there will be no trouble in the world."
"Strong words." The old man scolded,
The young man lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Old man, how many battles have you fought in your life?"
"Not much." The old man shook his head, "At my age, the only thing I can participate in is the Vietnam War, but your grandfather is honored."
"How did you feel when your comrade died?" the young man asked heartily.
The old man stared at the young man in a daze, pursed his lips and said nothing.
He is not an old man who likes to express his emotions. Even when facing his own son, he does not like to rely on his old age. This is why his son can be friends with him. But if he does not like to express his emotions, it does not mean that he has no emotions. He does, especially
The young man deliberately opened the wound, and his emotions were agitated,
After a while, the old man calmed down and said with a calm look: "Forgetting anything else, you are confident in convincing Hidden Dragon."
"No." The young man shook his head.
"Then what do you think I can do?" the old man said,
"Just do as much as you have the ability." The young man said,
"Bah." The old man scolded, "If you want to drag me into the water, you have to have some control over it."
"I am your son." Mo Shu slapped the table and stood up, "What's wrong with wiping my butt?"
",." The old man had a weird expression, took a puff of cigarette silently, and asked curiously, "Are you not afraid of affecting your future? You have to understand that after training those brats, you can take another path. Then I will help you." With support, your end point will be higher than mine."
"Then I will be a turtle grandson like you." Moshu said contemptuously,
"Damn it." The old man also stood up and said unhappily, "You still know that you are my son, please keep your mouth clean for me."
Moshu shrugged and did not refute.
But the old man was glaring, weighing his options for a long time, then sat down and said, "It's okay to help you, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What." Mo Shu's heart skipped a beat, not with joy, but with worry.
Before he approached the old guy, he expected that the old guy wouldn't refuse, but if he didn't refuse, there must be conditions.
As early as when he was eight years old, he knew that the old man would not help him for no reason.
"Quit from Heavenly Sword." The old man said one word at a time.
"What..." Mo Shu was shocked, staring at the old man on the chair in disbelief, and said incomprehensibly, "You didn't object at first."
"It's because I don't have enough chips to convince you." The old man refilled his cigarette and said, "I have it now, right?"
Moshu sat down sluggishly, smoking a cigarette with a gloomy look on his face, and said no more.
He knew what the old man meant,
From the beginning, he was not in favor of joining Tianjian. On the one hand, he was afraid of affecting his future. After all, working in such a unit, or as an errand boy, might be a great success, but in the old man's opinion, that It is a typical thankless job. On the other hand, the old man is a standard neutral. He is not Liu Wen. He is a person at the top of this country. Maybe he cannot be as close as the single-digit bosses in that small circle. He can make decisions on state affairs just by visiting his door. But in the military system, there are really not many people who have such authority. Except for the chief BOSS,
His neutrality is due to his character and has nothing to do with his sense of moral responsibility. When the country needs him, he can rush out immediately, just like more than thirty years ago, but he does not like to fight internally. Of course, he is not like Zhe. Long is so opposed to Tianjian, and even he admires and approves his son's approach. Tianjian's approach. A country always needs this power to do exciting things, just like this shark-slaughter plan, but similarly, a country , can everyone engage in internal fighting? There are always some people who are indifferent and silent. The old man belongs to this type.
He is like this, and he hopes his son will be like this. After all, he is just such a son. If he really gets angry, even he may not be able to protect his son's future.
After all, this competition is the best. Even if he is watching, he will be frightened and covered in cold sweat.
Moshu stared at the old guy opposite, looking at his old face, mottled white hair, and increasingly stooped back, and felt a little sour in his heart.
Since the last time he left home, he has gone home less and less in the past few years, and he has had countless drinking and spankings with the old guy. He still remembers that when he was disobedient when he was a child, the old guy would always beat him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He is incredibly strong, but now, I'm afraid he doesn't have the strength to hit him on his own initiative.
Rubbing his nose, Mo Shu grabbed the cigarette case on the table, lit one, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Sixty to two."
"Yeah." The old man nodded slightly and joked, "In a few years, it's time for me to retire."
"I plan to retire with honor." Mo Shu said with a half-smile,
"Those who retire with honor usually live a miserable old age. If you can keep a low profile, keep a low profile." The old man said with a smile, "How about it, agree? As long as you agree to quit Tianjian, I will give you a lot of face this time even if I go to the sword mountain or the frying pan." .”
"Don't, I'm afraid you won't be happy if you play too much." Mo Shu shook his head slightly and said meaningfully, "As I said again, do what you can, and don't force what you can't do. I don't want to come back in the future. I see you with a sad face every day, as listless as a bitter woman."
"You kid," the old man pointed at him with a kind face on his face, "You can't show me any respect."
"I respect you and you can bear it." Moshu asked back,
"Haha." The old man laughed, stood up slowly and said, "Call your friends in."
"Yes." Moshu stood up and opened the door, calling Ye Long who was waiting in the living room.
"Chief,."
"No need to salute." The old man waved his hand and said, "I heard from Mo Shu that you have something wrong with your right hand. Are you recovering well?"
"Thank you for your concern, chief. It's okay." Ye Long said with a solemn expression.
The old man walked up to Ye Long, raised his right hand and patted Ye Long a few times, and said with emotion: "After all, your father and I are still comrades in arms." After a pause, the old man sighed, "I can understand you. Mood, I am also paying attention to this matter. You can go ahead and do it. If you can contribute, I will not stand idly by. But you must also understand that this time, there is no way you can do it in the name of Tianjian. Even if Tianjian No matter how much you agree, you only support it silently. So, are you ready to fight this protracted war and are you confident in winning it?"
Ye Long paused, and a flash of light flashed in his bright eyes: "There is nothing important except death. I am not even afraid of death, so what else is there to be afraid of?"
"Haha, you are ambitious." The old man said with a hearty smile, "You young people talk, I will make some side dishes, and you will stay for dinner later and have a few drinks with me."
"Yes, Chief." Ye Long said,
After the old man went out, Mo Shu patted Ye Long on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette: "You bastard, why are you so cautious all of a sudden? Relax. My old man said he would help, so he won't make empty promises."
Ye Long's body softened, and a strong look of exhaustion appeared on his face. His bloodshot eyes were slightly red and swollen. He lit a cigarette, and his right hand hung weakly on his thigh, muttering: "I used to carry a gun when I was on a mission." Cannons, bullets and bullets, I have never been afraid, nor have I felt tired. At most, I was shot to pieces. This time I came back for half a month, traveled to many places, begged many leaders, and was perfunctory and beaten. People have ridiculed them, but only a few are willing to come forward, and most of them just stay behind closed doors." Rubbing the center of his brows, Ye Long puffed out a puff of smoke and said tiredly and hoarsely, "When the relevant documents come out, the Tiger Camp will be disbanded. You He said, if I can't find a name for them and come back, how will I face them if I go down there in the future?"
Moshu looked sadly at the lonely super soldier who was nicknamed Kuanglong and was known to everyone in the military. He walked up to him in two steps, put his arms around his shoulders, and said seriously: "Brothers, I will carry it with you.
