Lin Ming felt urgent and got up to go to the toilet. When he came back, he saw seven little guys squatting by the stove fire.
"Little darlings, what are you doing together?"
Walking forward, Lin Ming quietly stretched his neck and stared at the group of cubs below.
Swish, swish, swish!
When the seven little guys heard his voice, they immediately turned their heads, and their heads turned around in unison.
"Pfft..."
Looking at the seven cubs in front of him, Lin Ming couldn't help but smile.
In front of you.
The seven cubs had a circle of black coal drawn around their mouths, as if they had an adult's beard tattooed on them.
In the hands of the little guys, they were holding roasted sweet potatoes that were charred and black.
The cubs are eating roasted sweet potatoes with relish.
"Daddy."
"We're eating roasted sweet potatoes."
"Eat some daddy, the roasted sweet potatoes are so delicious."
"These are sweet potatoes we roasted ourselves. They are delicious."
The mouths of the little guys haven't been wiped clean yet. In addition to the dark circle, there are also golden sweet potato crumbs hanging from the corners of their mouths.
At this time, several little guys handed over the sweet potatoes in their hands, wanting to let Lin Ming, the father, have a taste.
"Okay, let's try some daddy too."
Lin Ming smiled, stretched out his hand and tore off a small piece of the sweet potato in Yaomei's hand, then put it in his mouth.
Looking at the cubs in front of him, Lin Ming smiled and asked, "Can you make some daddy? Who baked these?"
Yaomei raised her little head, looked at him, and whispered: "Baba, my eldest brother baked it."
Dabao: "How is it? It's delicious."
Lin Ming nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "It's delicious. My son's roast must be delicious."
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Daba. I will bake it for my parents when I get home next time." Dabao raised his little head, with a proud smile on his face.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to bake sweet potatoes next time," Lin Ming said with a smile.
"Uh-huh."
Dabao nodded repeatedly, with a very cute smile on his face. He was obviously full of confidence after receiving praise from Lin Ming, his father.
"Daddy, go play with your uncles quickly. We will play by ourselves later."
"Yes, daddy, don't worry, we will listen to uncle."
Lin Ming smiled, touched the little guys' heads one by one, and said with a smile: "Okay, little guys, be obedient. Daddy will be over now. Today, Daddy doesn't limit how long you can play."
"But we have to go home in the afternoon, so remember the time."
"At five o'clock, meet here."
"Chenchen, you are the eldest brother, you have to remember to protect your younger brothers and sisters, you know?"
Lin Ming pointed to the genius watch on his son Lin Chen's hand, and then set a time for the little guys.
Dabao Linchen stood up, still holding the roasted sweet potato in his hand. He stretched out his little hand and put it on the side of his head, and made a military salute to Lin Ming: "Promise to complete the mission, captain daddy."
“Awesome!”
Lin Ming smiled and said: "You guys are having fun, remember to ask your uncle to look after you. If you have anything you can't solve on your own, just ask your uncle. Do you understand?"
"Know it."
"Daddy is so verbose."
"Daddy, don't worry, we will listen to uncle."
Lin Ming smiled when he heard this, looked at the soldiers standing by and looking after the seven little guys, and issued an order: "Today, I will leave the seven little treasures in our camp to you to take care of. Are you confident to complete the task?"
"Report to Instructor Lin and ensure the mission is completed."
The soldier in front of him was overjoyed when he heard this, his voice was high and loud, and his face was about to burst into laughter.
This is a huge blessing.
If other boys knew about it, they would probably fight to trade with him for today's duty position.
After the explanation was completed, Lin Ming continued to go back to fight.
today.
It was his last mission in the camp. After serving as an instructor here for two years, Lin Ming was naturally infected by this group of tough men.
If I really leave, I will never come back again.
Lin Ming felt more or less reluctant to give up.
Perhaps only those who have truly experienced this will understand the kind of friendship between soldiers. It is a friendship that cannot be expressed in words.
It is a brotherhood forged in blood and tears, sweat and suffering.
This kind of friendship is called comradeship.
Even though Lin Ming was privately called the 'Mad Dog' instructor by everyone, when it was time to say goodbye, everyone's hearts were filled with reluctance.
This is not the case.
The soldiers at the scene were toasting Lin Ming one by one.
even.
Some soldiers failed to control their emotions and directly hugged Lin Ming and cried loudly.
"Fighters, there is no eternal banquet in the world, only eternal friendship."
Finally, Lin Ming raised his glass and stood up, shouting loudly to the soldiers in front of him: "The friendship between us will not be broken just like this."
"I know that I, Lin Ming, are called a mad dog by everyone in private."
"Mad dog, as the name suggests, no matter who the opponent is, as long as they are targeted by me, they will rush in and bite the flesh off hard."
"I believe everyone can understand my purpose of doing this."
"In order to make you stronger, in order to make you a sharp sword for the country, this is my duty."
"I, Lin Ming, am not an ungrateful person and do not care about friendship. If you need anything after your brothers come out in the future, you can come to the Demon City to find me, Lin Ming."
"I, Lin Ming, don't talk nonsense. As long as I can help my brothers, I will do my best."
"I toast you all with this cup, and wish that each of you can become a sharp knife, a sharp knife engraved with the dragon soul!"
"Done!"
After saying that, Lin Ming raised his head and drank the beer in one gulp.
"Done!"
"Done!"
…
Below, the crowd was full of excitement, and everyone's eyes were filled with tears. During this time, they were almost made to cry by Lin Ming.
But now, they really feel sorry for Lin Ming's departure.
Lin Ming was just an invited instructor, not the instructor who was always in charge of them. Sooner or later, he would leave one day.
This afternoon.
Lin Ming had been drinking. He didn't know how Liu Junhao got the order and was able to drink freely all afternoon.
The dinner didn't stop until five o'clock.
Liu Junhao pulled Lin Ming aside and whispered softly: "Boss Lin, the matter you told me before can actually be discussed with Instructor Ye."
"I don't have anyone on hand right now, but Lao Ye is different. He definitely has the person you want on hand."
When Lin Ming heard this, a glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Turning around, he saw Ye Fan, who was already drunk.