The military-brand Audi car was racing on the streets of the provincial capital. It was the first time for Lao Chengtou to ride in such a luxurious car. He rubbed the soft leather seats with his hands and said with emotion: "Such a high-end small sleeper car, I have only been in it for five or six years."
I sat there once, and that was when I went into the capital to meet Chairman Mao, and half my life passed in the blink of an eye."
Pi Tiantang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned back and said with a smile: "Sir, if you like to ride, I will drag you around the streets every day, okay?"
Old Chengtou said: "That can't be done. I can't get used to riding in this small car. It's too uncomfortable. The car Xiaoguang drove that day is better. It's big, bright, cheap and solid."
Liu Ziguang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said to himself that my Land Cruiser was no cheaper than Pi Tiantian's Audi 2.8, but he couldn't say anything. He changed the topic and asked: "What did the people from the Petition Office say?"
Old Chengtou said: "Comrades from the Petition Office saw that I was older, so they took the complaint first and said that I could just go back and wait for notification."
Over there, Pi Tiantang smiled and said, "Look, within three days, the lawsuit will be transferred to your county."
Old Chengtou wondered: "Don't the provincial government offices care about anything?"
Pi Tiantang said: "Old man, don't be confused. The Provincial Complaints and Complaints Office is a Qingshui Yamen and has no right to hire people to handle cases. For specific handling, it is best to return it to the relevant local departments for handling. Besides, your case is not a human life lawsuit, and the amount of money involved is
It’s not big, and they are willing to accept your materials. They have already taken good care of you. Those squatting in front of the Petition Office, who are not unjust, false, and wrongly convicted, who have no way to complain, who died in the demolition of their homes, who were shot after misjudgment of the case, who are not seas of blood.
What a deep injustice."
Old Chengtou was silent for a long time, and then he let out a long sigh. He took out his cigarette bag and wanted to take a few puffs. He felt that it was inconvenient to smoke in someone's car. Just when he was about to take it back, Pi Tiantang had already opened the sunroof and took out a bag of soda.
Yan said: "Master, try this."
Lao Chengtou said that you are boring, I should just smoke a pipe, and then the three people in the car started to smoke. After some discussion, they decided to consult a lawyer on how to file a lawsuit, and at the same time, they posted the matter on the Internet.
, let public opinion exert pressure.
The Huatai Hotel could no longer be accommodated. Pi Tiantang drove Lao Chengtou to the No. 1 Military Rest House. The soldiers standing guard at the door raised their hands and saluted when they saw the license plate. The car stopped in front of a small red brick building and the three of them got out.
After getting out of the car, Lao Cheng looked at this small villa with a strong rustic atmosphere and couldn't help but grinned: "This is almost the same as our country."
No, there are vegetables growing in the garden, water hyacinths for feeding pigs are raised in the pond, a group of chickens, led by the old hen, are looking for food all over the lawn, and in the hay shed under the porch, a big fat pig is humming.
, and there was also a tall and majestic German blackback, wagging its tail and glaring at the guests.
There was a loud "bang", and the door of the small villa was knocked open. A young man in a vest rushed out with his head in his arms. When he saw the Audi parked at the door, he rushed over and shouted: "Xiaopi, you are here, the guests are here."
What?"
Pi Tiantang smiled and said, "What's wrong, Taozi? Your grandpa beats you again. I've brought him here for you. You have to greet him well."
The young man looked at Lao Cheng, blinked his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, you are on the same page as my old man, okay, Xiaopi, you have helped me a lot this time."
Just as he was talking, the door was kicked open from the inside again, and an old man with a riding crop chased out from inside, shouting: "You little bastard, you are using my special car privately, let's see if I can't beat you to death!"
The old man has silver hair and is wearing an old-fashioned khaki 87th Army shirt, green military trousers, and black cloth shoes. He is energetic and has a bright red face. He is a veteran soldier at first glance.
The young man shouted aggrievedly: "Grandpa, you have really wronged me this time. I really borrowed your car to pick up the old anti-Japanese hero."
The old man has already seen the guests. Pi Tiantang is Sun Tzu's friend and he has met him before. The other young man has a straight back and sharp eyes. His whole body is like an unsheathed sword. You can tell at a glance that he is a soldier.
And the aura of the old country man standing by the vegetable garden was so familiar. People who have not experienced the temper of war will not have such an aura.
"Xiao Tao, you haven't invited the guests into the house yet." The expression on the old man's face changed at every turn, and he suddenly turned into a kind old man. His riding whip was also used to open the door to invite the guests into the house.
Pi Tiantang respectfully called out Grandpa Guan. Liu Ziguang had a vague feeling that Taozi looked like the same person. When Pi Tiantang called Grandpa Guan, his guess was basically confirmed. He also shouted: "
Hello, Chief."
"Come in, come in, you're welcome," the old man said.
The villa was very simply decorated. The old-fashioned spring sofa was covered with white cloth. The wooden floor was already old. The walls were covered with photos from various eras. As expected, Liu Ziguang discovered the photos of Guanye, from a young boy to a child.
In his youth, judging from the photos, Guan Ye was the younger brother and Guan Tao was the older brother. He also served as a soldier in his early years, but he was far from being a younger brother.
The guests came into the room and sat down. The old man ordered the orderlies to pour tea and asked the service team to prepare meals. Seeing that his grandfather was in a good mood, Guan Tao sat next to him with a smile and introduced: "Grandpa, this old man is specially invited by me.
The person who came to chat with you, he also fought against Japanese soldiers back then. It would be good for you two old men to talk more and write your memoirs."
Old Man Guan scolded him: "You have no right to speak, get out of here." But he just scolded and did not take action. Guan Tao also laughed and did not move.
"Old brother, what do you call me? Where are you from? How old are you this year?" Old Man Guan asked kindly.
"They all call me Lao Chengtou. I am from Nantai Mountain. I am eighty-eight years old this year." Lao Chengtou said neither humble nor arrogant.
"Oh? Then I have to call you brother. I heard from the children that you fought Japanese soldiers in your early years?" Old Man Guan seemed to be interested.
"Yes, in 1937 I followed Commander Zhao's loyalty to rescue the Japanese. Later, Commander Zhao died, so I joined the Eighth Route Army, first in the district squad, then in the county brigade, and then after the Japs were beaten away, they also defeated the Kuomintang.
When the Huaye Sixth Column passed by the county town, the leader of the independent regiment took a fancy to me and asked me to be his guard. I was thinking about Commander Zhao's grave, so I didn't follow him. From then on, I have been hunting and farming at home as a basic militiaman.
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Old Chengtou narrated his experience calmly without adding any exaggeration. However, these seemingly ordinary words aroused an uproar in Old Man Guan's heart. He stood up suddenly and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and asked: "The regimental leader who is interested in you has a surname of Ma. He has a bearded face and a pen in his pocket."
Old Cheng shook his head: "It has been so many years, and I have long forgotten what it was like. I still remember that the regiment leader spoke with a loud voice, louder than a gong."
Old Man Guan waved his hand fiercely: "That's right, Captain Ma speaks loudly. Brother, do you know who I am?"
Old Chengtou said: "Don't you recognize him?"
Old man Guan chuckled and said: "I am also from Nantai County. When the Sixth Column Independent Regiment passed through the county that year, I was the correspondent of the county committee. When the large army replenished its troops, they picked me up and worked with Commander Ma.
Guard, later the independent regiment became an independent division, and the troops fought all the way to the south. Later, the troops changed their designation and entered Korea. Commander Ma died. I also became a company commander. After returning to China, I was promoted to battalion commander, and was awarded the title of captain in 1955.
, he worked in the army until he became the deputy chief of staff of the military region before retiring."
Old Chengtou suddenly realized: "It turns out he is a fellow countryman."
Old man Guan had mixed feelings: "Brother, we are not just fellow villagers. I know about Captain Ma's selection of guards. I heard that there is a platoon leader in the county brigade who is good at marksmanship and courageous. Captain Ma admires him very much.
But he just didn't want to leave his hometown, so it was my turn. When people get old, they like to recall the past. I often think about how I would have lived my whole life if that soldier was willing to work as a guard for Captain Ma.
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Old Chengtou smiled honestly: "Brother, you have been practicing with real swords and guns in your life. Even if you don't work as a guard for Captain Ma, you are still a well-known man."
Old man Cheng did not mention any official titles and benefits, but only talked about being a well-known man, which further showed his magnanimous mind and lofty outlook on life. Old man Guan burst into laughter and burst into tears: "Brother, I am not as good as you, I am not as good as you."
You."
Everyone was stunned by this dramatic scene, and even Liu Ziguang couldn't help but sigh secretly. If Old Chengtou had made another choice, then today Mao Boy would not be a dropout from the mountain village working at a barbecue stall, but a man from a prominent family.
Children.
After old man Guan laughed, he stood up and shouted to his grandson: "Xiao Tao, go and take out the Maotai from the cellar. Grandpa will start quitting today!"
Guan Tao hesitated: "Grandpa, your liver...the doctor said you can no longer drink alcohol."
"You little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!" Old Man Guan glared. Guan Tao hurriedly ran out, turned around and asked, "How many bottles are you taking?"
"Take them all out!"
Old Man Guan was so excited when he met his old friend from back then that he invited Old Cheng into his study, opened the box and took out various certificates, medals, photos, military ranks and uniforms, and several pistols that he had collected over the years.
I appreciate it, and even changed my title. Instead of calling me brother, I call me platoon leader.
At that time, one was the platoon leader of the county brigade and the other was the correspondent of the county party committee. Although they had never met, their life trajectories had an emotional intersection. If it hadn't been for the refusal of the old Mr. Cheng, everything that Mr. Guan would have done today would have been impossible.
Bubbles.
Old man Guan took out all of True Love's collection, and old Cheng was not polite. He took out a 20-ring German large mirror box gun and tore it apart in three strokes. His movements were smooth and easy.
After dismantling it, he said with emotion: "I haven't touched this thing in a long time. Back then, I carried two box cannons on my waist."
Old man Guan said boldly: "If you like it, just pick it up and think about it."
Old Chengtou quickly declined: "How can I take your gun?"
Old man Guan said: "Why are you being polite to me? Let's do this. You pick it up and play with it, and return it when you've had enough. Besides, I still have these things." He pointed to the few things in the box proudly.
Put the horse card tiles, the flower mouth tiles and the tortoise box.
Mr. Cheng was also a straight man. Seeing that Old Man Guan was so sincere, he agreed.
In the living room, Liu Ziguang and Pi Tiantang looked at each other. This old military leader was too scary. He actually had a large number of firearms hidden in his home. But after thinking about it again, they were relieved. He was the deputy chief of staff of the military region, at least a senior official with the rank of major general, and he lived in
How many trophies are hidden in a sanitation center is nothing. Can the police rush in and search?
The orderlies of the official class brought the wine and food in, and Old Man Guan came out with Old Man Cheng in great spirits, and said to several young people: "You guys are enjoying your time today, try the Maotai liquor that I have treasured for twenty years."
." When he glanced at Liu Ziguang, he paused and asked him: "Kid, have you ever been a soldier?"
"Reporting to the commander, I am a reserve major." Liu Ziguang replied.