In Lin Ze's impression, the old director had always been a strong and upright man. When he first met him, Lin Ze was only five years old. The old guy got out of a car that Lin Ze felt was very domineering at first glance, and smiled at the person who was being taken out of the orphanage. Lin Ze waved, and Xiao Linze walked up to the old director a little resignedly, with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Do you want to be a hero?"
This was the first thing the old director said to Lin Ze. At that time, Lin Ze didn't quite understand the meaning of heroes. In the orphanage, the only TV show he watched about heroes was the superman who wore his underwear outside his jeans. ,
be a hero,
I don't like wearing my boxers outside,
Lin Ze shook his head and replied timidly: "No."
"Very good." The old director smiled slightly, his brows filled with sighs and sighs. He pinched Lin Ze's fair and tender face and said, "It's best not to be a hero for the rest of your life. Being a hero is too hard."
Lin Ze couldn't understand the meaning of the old director's words at the beginning. Of course, he doesn't understand it very well now either.
He only knew that the old director was his father for the first half of his life. He taught him how to be a good person and gave him food. Before going abroad, whenever he was free, he would let him live in his house, make delicious food for himself, and provide food for ADHD patients at night. Lin Ze covered himself with quilt. Most of the time, Lin Ze was fast asleep, but sometimes when he woke up, he didn't open his eyes because he knew that the old director was a man who wanted to save face. He definitely didn't want to find out that he came here in the middle of the night. Cover yourself with a quilt,
Lin Ze loves the old director and treats him as a father,
Staring at the old director who was wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper, Lin Ze's eyes felt a little sore.
He is really old,
There are dense age spots on my face, my hair is darker than white, and the thick bags under my eyes are sad.
Standing at the door, Lin Ze lit a cigarette and smiled at the old director who was quietly reading the newspaper: "Old guy, you really enjoy lying on the sofa and reading the newspaper in the broad daylight."
Putting down the newspaper, the old director said with a smile: "I'm on vacation, why do you have time to see me? I haven't been busy recently."
"I'm not busy." Lin Ze shook his head, sat down slowly next to him, took out two cigarettes, handed one to the old director, then lit it for the old director himself, and said, "I just heard that you had insomnia some time ago. I also have something to deal with, so I’m late.”
"It's not too late. I'll cook some delicious dishes for the old man later, and we'll have a few drinks." The old director smiled kindly,
"That won't work. I brought the wine. You have to make two dishes. I like the sweet and sour pork ribs you made, and the, by the way, braised pork knuckles." Lin Ze said with a smile,
"No problem." The old director said with a smile. Then he took off his reading glasses and said to Fang Susu who was quietly cleaning up the living room, "Xiao Fang, go to the market to buy vegetables. Xiao Lin and I will make two dishes."
"Yeah." Fang Susu felt very at ease, glanced at the two men lightly, picked up her bag and went out.
I don’t know if the old director is old or has rejuvenated. He doesn’t like Go because he thinks it’s a waste of time. He doesn’t like playing chess either. Work has already taxed his brain. He doesn’t want to use his brain in his leisure time. He likes to play checkers, which is not so good. Using your brain is similar to playing mahjong. Lin Ze has no objection to this. His chess was taught by the old director. The techniques of both sides are very similar. Checkers does not require using your brain, but it can be competed.
After setting up the chess pieces, the two of them played, smoked, and occasionally chatted. The atmosphere was very harmonious and warm.
"Xiao Lin, do you still remember what I said to you when we first met?" the old director asked,
"Remember." Lin Ze nodded,
"You didn't do well." The old director sighed softly, "You didn't do well enough."
Lin Ze was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm living a good life, aren't I?"
"If you are willing, I will fire you. Although it won't completely relieve you of worries, many of the tasks assigned by the superiors have nothing to do with you." The old director hesitated and said,
"I have entered Tianjian." Lin Ze smiled bitterly, "Is it useful to withdraw from the national security?"
The old director was stunned, puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "What a fate. No matter what the process is, you still end up embarking on this path."
Lin Ze smiled and continued playing chess,
When the game reached midfield, the old director suddenly raised his head and said hesitantly: "Xiao Lin, there are actually some things that I have been hiding from you. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but that I can't tell you."
"I know." Lin Ze buried his head in playing chess and nodded.
"I know." The old director was slightly surprised.
"I guessed it." Lin Ze smiled and said, "You traveled thousands of miles to Yangcheng to pick me up from the orphanage. I am not gifted or have any special powers. You, a big shot in the National Security Council back then, were among the top few. Do you have to take me out personally?"
When the old director heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Your father is still alive in China, but I really don't know the specific address. He asked me to pick you up back then, and he did it several times after that. Contact has been broken in recent years, maybe he has some difficulties."
"Do you still remember the first time you taught me how to play chess?" Lin Ze smoked a cigarette and smiled, "At that time, after dinner, you taught me until four o'clock in the morning before I could barely learn it. After that, in order to beat you, I played chess every time. I studied it when I had time, and I finally beat you on the day I went abroad, but I was not happy at all, nor was I as excited as I expected."
"Actually, your chess skills are very average. Even a playboy like Xiao Hei can beat me into a dog, and you can't beat me. This only proves that your skills are quite average." Lin Ze flicked the ashes of his cigarette skillfully,
"That's why I don't play chess anymore. Even you can beat me, so let's just play checkers." The old director smiled and said,
"I used to train at the base, and most of the boys were taken home by special cars for the Chinese New Year. I could only hang out with a few orphans. To say that I didn't envy them at all would be nonsense. Who wants to grow up without parents caring for them? , without the love of my parents, I am envious, but I am not sad, because I know that the old man who picked me up from the orphanage will definitely play with my daughter after the New Year's Eve dinner and drive to the base overnight to cook for me. A hearty late-night snack.”
"But the old guy didn't know that the naughty boy didn't fall asleep after having a midnight snack. Instead, he waited for the old guy to leave and peeked through the crack in the door, not for anything else but to see his back. , at that time, the back of the old thing was so majestic, which made the kid feel safe. He had been thinking about how happy he would be if one day he could lie on the old thing that made him feel safe like other children. .”
"Later he learned to play chess and cook. He learned everything that the old man could do. When he wanted to fulfill his wish before going abroad, he took a look at the old man standing at the airport, but he couldn't say anything. Not exported.”
"He has grown up, become stronger, and is taller than him, but he is old, his back is hunched, and he has white hair on his head."
"He can no longer carry him, but it doesn't matter. A person must have more than one wish in his life. It doesn't matter if he can't fulfill it when he was a child. What matters is that his wish when he grows up can be fulfilled."
"His wish when he grows up is that when the old thing gets old, he can carry this old thing for a while, just like when he was a child and was led by the old thing for a while. Maybe his shoulders are not broad enough, but he can carry a shriveled one on his back. He's a little old man, but he won't be too tired."
"This kid should have a father. This father is very powerful, much more powerful than the old guy. He can solve things that the old guy couldn't do with all his energy without showing up. He may still be a great hero, like many of the older generation. Everyone admires and admires the figure, but the old thing, the old thing is not good. In the Chinese circle, there are too many things that he cannot do and has no ability to do, but he has done what he should have done like a bastard. In the eyes of that bastard boy, no matter how admirable the hero is in what he did, he will never be as good as that old guy."
"That old guy's name is Fang Zhongtang, the boss of the National Security Bureau. He has worked hard for the country all his life and has reached the age of retirement. He only has a daughter, but from today on, he has an extra son. This son may not be of much use, but after a hundred years of waiting for this old guy When he returns to his old age, this bastard will definitely carve his name on his tombstone at all costs."
Lin Ze stared at the old director with red eyes and said hoarsely: "Old man, please die later. That bastard boy's wish as a child has not been fulfilled, and his wish to prevent him from growing up cannot be fulfilled either."
The old director trembled with his arms, raised his withered palm, and gently touched the young boy who had grown up and shed blood for the country. His lips trembled and he said: "Okay, okay, that old guy will live a long life. Wait until then." The bastard boy has to carry some distance."
