It's not a splendid hotel, it's not a large restaurant full of features, it's a small barbecue restaurant in Longhai Town. It has a shabby table, and you can vaguely see the oil stains on the table that haven't been wiped clean. On top of the fire kang, Cheng Xiaoyu and others are sitting together.
, raising the wine glass high, fifty-six Erguotou, clinking the glass and finishing it.
A spicy feeling rushed down from the throat, like fire.
Beef tendons, beef and mutton, raw tendons and cooked tendons, heart tubes and crispy bones... A large table was set up, and everyone sat cross-legged.
Zhu Da often squints his eyes, never forgetting to straighten his one-sided hairstyle with his hands; Cui Xiaozhen drinks a glass of wine, holds a handful of paper towels in his hand, and chews them; Meng Tuzi holds a cigarette in his mouth and eats boiled peanuts.
Taste; Zhou Lei patted his bald head and ate with Cui Xiaozhen without giving in; Long Fei touched the birthmark at the corner of his left eye and looked at the group of true-hearted people in front of him, and it was not in vain that he came all the way to design
A behavioral hypnosis.
The Han family immediately picked up Han Jiao, while Zhang Sen sent away the silent Zhang Xiaocen. After waking up, Cheng Xiaoyu did not ask Zhang Xiaocen for any words. The once youthful secret love was already a thing of the past, a little bit.
I want to know what the other person is thinking now, but I am disturbed by the defensive eyes. Forget it, if we meet again by walking left and right, we can only go around the world once, and the relationship between the two is far from that.
Zhang Sen did not pick up Han Jiao, so he rushed back to Chuncheng to see her, and sent Zhang Xiaocen away. When they parted, he lamented the years and changes, but could not lament the past. Cheng Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaocen seemed to have something to say, but they both felt that these
It's better not to say anything.
Maybe, there will be a chance to meet, maybe, maybe not.
"Brother Long, thank you for your help this time. I won't say any more and I'll give you a toast." Manly, due to his temperament, he drank the cup immediately. The most excited person at the table was undoubtedly Cheng Xiaoyu.
Long Fei raised his glass without being pretentious. He clashed glasses with Cheng Xiaoyu and drank the whole thing together. They didn't fight or persuade each other, they just did it casually. After experiencing such an artistic performance together, they all felt that they were closer to each other.
There seems to be some special connection between them.
Zhou Lei is the one who feels the deepest feeling. He has been wandering alone for so many years. He has worked as a mercenary, a boxer, and a professional killer. There is no shortage of women around him, and there is no shortage of subordinates around him. What he lacks is one thing - brothers. Ever since he met people like Cheng Xiaoyu
, he felt that the other party did not discriminate at all, and had no intention of using his force. It was a very simple way of getting along. If they got along, they would eat meat and drink together. If they didn't get along, they would go their separate ways. It was a wonderful and casual feeling.
, you may even feel that this is the life you want.
Exchange sincerity for sincerity.
Sitting in a simple environment, eating the most casual skewers and drinking cheap Erguotou, you can't say it is much more comfortable than sitting in a high-end place and drinking high-end wine. Everyone sits casually, casually
As he drank, Zhou Lei felt like he wanted to blend in. After monitoring Bai Ji'an for a period of time, he once thought that Cheng Xiaoyu was an indecisive person. It wasn't until he really made up his mind that he discovered that some people never make decisions easily.
Once an idea is set, they will put their opponents to death without hesitation. For this kind of people, it takes a long time to be friends and trust each other. Being brothers will make you extra comfortable, but being enemies will make you sleep and eat uneasily.
.
"Old Long, Old Zhou, what's the point of wandering alone? Do you feel that together we can achieve something? We have accomplished all these impossible things. Are you interested in doing it together? Let's get together, grandma,
As long as there is a sip of wine and a bite of food, it's damn better than fine food and clothing." Who is Zhu Dachang, the dog-headed strategist? It is his duty to strengthen the team. As Cheng Xiaoyu's performance and mentality become more and more mature, from then on,
At first, they had to eat together, until they wanted to do something together, and then after they continued to share hardships, the joy of being together as brothers reminded him of Shuibo and Liangshan. Although he and the others were not together.
It is a unique experience to plan great things together and imitate the days when brothers get together for life, affection, and the future.
Meng Tuzi was also very talkative. He didn't have Zhu Dachang's grassroots strategy, but he had an innate outgoing and communicative character. After hearing this, he took a sip of wine and said: "Tsk! I'm from the country. I used to be a second-rate boy, just waiting to die."
After being deceived and deceived, these days I feel that my life has not been in vain, grandma, I am happy."
"My dear, big man, I like you."
puff!
Cui Xiaobian always speaks in a calm manner, and everyone knows that he doesn't mean anything else, he just speaks outright, but it attracts everyone to yell at him, and Zhou Lei even pats his bald head and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Drinking wine is a pleasure, getting drunk is natural, getting drunk casually makes you feel comfortable, no one has to control themselves to stay awake, so the drunken group of people found a bathhouse and fell asleep each other.
At five o'clock in the morning, Long Fei opened his eyes. His throat was dry and he felt the loud snoring in the room. He thought about how drunk he was really high last night. When he took a bath, he slapped the table with the boss. He insisted on a few people.
Live in one house.
Shaking his head, he opened the mineral water on the bedside table, drank it all, got dressed, and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu and others apologetically. It wasn't that they didn't want to be brothers together, but that there was still a slight distance between them.
Cheng Xiaoyu and the others are still missing something.
After walking downstairs, Long Fei paid the bill and stood on the cold street, feeling the dry and cold wind in the early morning, biting and penetrating.
He breathed a sigh of relief, stopped a taxi, and asked him to go to Spring City at a high price. Looking at the bankbook in his pocket, Long Fei sighed. The one hundred thousand yuan in it was neither a number nor a value, but a retention.
, Cheng Xiaoyu never took it out. If he nodded, he probably wouldn't value his help in this operation.
"Maybe there will be a chance in the future."
The same scene also happened to Zhou Lei. He was used to licking blood from his knife. Suddenly, several people who were willing to show their sincerity appeared. For a moment, he couldn't accept it. He didn't know how to refuse, so he had to choose to leave. Maybe in the future...
There was also a bankbook worth 100,000 yuan in his pocket. No matter how much the money was, he didn't care at the moment. He also stopped a car and headed for Spring City.
After both of them left, the snoring in the room suddenly stopped. Cheng Xiaoyu, Zhu Dachang, Cui Xiaozhan, and Meng Tuzi lit the lights in the room and looked at each other without any words of regret. Everyone has their own choice, and there is only one right or wrong.
He can make his own judgment, do his best in people and affairs, and listen to fate. If he feels that they are compatible, he can sit down and have a drink together and become friends. No one can force anyone else.
He left tens of thousands of yuan at home to entertain the villagers who helped, and also to lay the groundwork for finding a new homestead to build a house in the spring, so that everyone would be willing to lend a hand when they asked for help. Cheng Xiaoyu drove the car, and the four of them returned to Spring City.
An incident that accompanied him as he grew up has come to an end. The enemy was killed, but he couldn't feel any excitement in his heart. This is the cruelty of society. The saying "one general can achieve the goal with thousands of bones" applies to any era. Your superiority is yours.
Growth is bound to be accompanied by the fall and downfall of some people. Every time you take a step up, what you step on is not a stone step, but a personal shoulder.
After Cheng Xiaoyu and others left, Xinglong Village welcomed new guests. Two military vehicles drove into the village. Mr. Suoliansuo and his wife, Grandma Huang, came to the village, to the Cheng family, and to the hilltop.
, arrived in front of Old Monster Cheng.
All the younger members of the Cheng family did not know that the eccentric old man also had friends outside. That night, loud singing sounded in the courtyard above the mountain. There was no melodious melody or beautiful voice, but there was an indomitable momentum and impassioned singing.
Vicissitudes of life.
A bowl of old wine, a few scallions and a stack of peanuts, and the soybean beef and braised chicken placed next to them, without the scallions dipped in soybean sauce. Chewing a peanut for a long time was enough to satisfy the two old people. Only these things could satisfy the two old people.
Recalling the eventful years half a century ago.
The sound of gunfire has stopped for more than half a century. Sixty years ago, the impassioned and impassioned voice from the Tiananmen Gate announced the birth of a country. Under that bright five-star red flag, it was dyed with the blood of so many revolutionary martyrs.
How many people have seen the national celebration when the country was born?
Veterans who have truly come off the battlefield, when their old comrades gather together, they will not lament their current life, nor will they lament the special status of veteran cadres. They will only think of the comrades who once stood beside them.
I will only think of those deceased souls who paved their lives on the road of revolution.
"At that time, there were fifty-eight people in the recruit company. Twelve of them survived to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Seven of them survived to the founding of New China. Those of us who survive to this day are you and me. Come on, old monster, do it!"
They are all elderly people in their 90s, and their physical condition no longer allows them to drink alcohol. Each person has three bowls of wine, and more than half of it is spilled on the ground. I propose a glass of wine to the faces that vaguely appear in my mind. Today's wine table,
Not just two people, but fifty-eight people.
"Gouzi, Heidan, Tieniu..."
Drinking!
In the early morning, Mr. Cheng went up the mountain early to catch some game for his old station friends. After two comparisons, the pampered life and the super strong medical team obviously cannot be compared with the life in the pure mountains and forests. So the old man's physical condition is comparable.
Mr. Cheng, the difference is not even a tiny bit.
One walked around the mountain, and the other was lying on the kang with a hangover and a sore head. He needed medicine to resist the effects of alcohol.
"I've had a drink, let's go back." It's not that I'm in a hurry, but I'm afraid that it will take too long and I won't be able to part with it.
"Well, on November this year, you must go to the capital. You will be indispensable for the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China." Mr. Suo did not mention improving the other party's life. That would not even make him a comrade-in-arms.
Do.
"Let me see." Can Mr. Cheng not be moved? He also wants to know what the familiar place has become after more than thirty years.
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