Qin Fei stood on a familiar hillside. Looking down from here, he could see a large area of densely packed buildings and urban areas below.
This is the place where Qin Fei lived since he was a child, and it was also the location of the former military compound.
It has been nearly ten years since I have been back here. This is the sad place for my mother Liang Shaoqin and myself. This military compound carries all the memories of Qin Fei's father Qin Anguo. Since the day he left, the mother and son have not been together.
People are willing to look back.
Qin Fei was originally going to Yanjing, but a strange idea came to his mind, and for this idea, he had to be recognized by someone.
As for this person, it would be best to be Pepper's grandfather, the old general who single-handedly created Unit 203.
He did not choose to tell anyone this idea, including Wei Tiansheng.
Three consecutive days of scrutiny made Qin Fei feel resistant in his heart. Although his future was uncertain, he had plans.
Looking down from the mountain, there are no traces of the original location of the compound in memory. Those Soviet-style buildings from the 1950s have disappeared without a trace, replaced by brand-new high-rise buildings.
After the troops changed their houses, the place became vacant and was returned to the place for commercial use.
Washed away by the tide of commerce, even the former residence has inevitably become commercialized.
Even on this mountain that was once desolate and full of wild graves, the local government actually built a mountaintop park here, with paved stone steps extending from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Many flowers and plants were planted, and pavilions and pavilions were planted.
Leisure buildings.
This made Qin Fei feel an inexplicable sense of loss.
Just like the image of his father who had disappeared for many years and gradually became blurred in the depths of his memory.
Time can dilute many things.
While changing trains in this city, Qin Fei suddenly wanted to take a look and take a walk here.
Perhaps it was the vague memory of his father in his heart that made him panic.
In Qin Fei's life, his father, the king, was one of his important spiritual pillars.
Finding the truth of that year and finding his father is what Qin Fei has been thinking about since that day in junior high school.
As for his future fate, Qin Fei could more or less guess what he would become among the people who came to question him in the past few days.
After all, I am not an idiot. Although all these are necessary procedures, as the singer's big mouth said, a soldier of the secret army has now become famous in Africa.
What’s even more ridiculous is that Xu Wuhe, the gun-resisting king, said that after the disappearance, due to the careful planning of the FOX team, Unit 203 once thought that he had been blown to pieces and had already died in a foreign country, so in order to erect a statue in the martyrs’ cemetery
A monument was built, a tomb was built, and a solemn funeral was held.
Whenever he thinks of this matter, Qin Fei smiles bitterly.
I no longer have any household registration or connections in Country Z. I was even canceled from the military roster and included in the list of martyrs. I am not included in the establishment of Unit 203.
Now, I have passports from several countries - Country D, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, Eritrea, and another passport. Every time Qin Fei mentioned it to anyone, it was a South African passport.
When opening an account at a local bank, it will be done together to hide it from others.
As a mercenary, sometimes not every income can be seen.
The photo on the South African passport is of him, but his name is Lucas Dlamini, and he is a South African of Chinese descent.
Qin Fei sometimes inevitably makes a mistake in his sentence - is he still the same person?
He became a little lost. The reason why he got out of the car and came here was that Qin Fei seemed to be looking for something, something that could prove that he had existed here.
A memory loss, and then the memory is restored again, like waking up from a big dream, everything is so real, and everything seems so unreal.
Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.
Did the butterfly dream about Zhuang Zhou, or did Zhuang Zhou dream about the butterfly?
This philosophical question made Qin Fei's thinking turn into a dead end. He had to find the answer, otherwise his ideas about the future would be like castles in the air, or water without roots.
Along the stone steps at the top of the mountain, Qin Fei found no trace of his past memories.
That mountain road that I used to run on every day, that crooked-necked tree with a 100-pound sandbag hanging...
Everything seems to have changed.
After walking for a while, Qin Fei felt bored and walked down the mountain road again.
He was wearing a set of 511 tactical uniforms, TDU tactical trousers, a round-neck training T-shirt, desert boots, a mud-colored peaked cap on his head, and a Blackhawk backpack on his back, which looked like
Very much a military fan or outdoor sports enthusiast.
When we arrived at a crowded place, Qin Fei lowered the smoke level a bit, and tried to choose alleys with fewer people.
Suddenly there was a growling sound in his stomach. He had not eaten since he came out of the station.
People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.
The first priority now is to find a place to eat.
After walking along the alley for a while, I came to a remote alley. From a distance, I saw a small restaurant in the alley. It didn't look big in scale, just the kind of small restaurant that does neighborhood business.
What attracts Qin Fei the most is not the small restaurant itself, but its signature - Veteran Hunan Restaurant.
As he got closer, Qin Fei saw a water sign at the door, which read: 40% off for active and retired soldiers!
40% off?
This is a very good discount, and if you go to a restaurant, the discount is 40% off, which basically makes no money at all.
Qin Fei's interest was aroused and he stopped at the door.
"Eating?"
A young girl walked out from behind the open glass door. She had a sweet round face and big, watery eyes. She was wearing a blue sportswear and an apron with a few words embroidered on it -
— Veteran Hunan Restaurant.
"Yes, I'm looking for a place to eat."
Qin Fei nodded and smiled at the girl.
"Come in, come in, my dad's craftsmanship is very good!" The girl looked at Qin Fei, "And the taste is definitely the taste of hometown, authentic!"
Looking at the warm and hospitable girl in front of him, Qin Fei was embarrassed to say anything and walked in the door.
Sitting down at the table, Qin Fei began to look at the decoration in the restaurant.
The entire small restaurant is not big, only fifty square meters. There is a small private room on the right side. There are seven tables in the hall, two of which are occupied. Apart from the little girl, there is only one waiter working in the restaurant.
The little girl enthusiastically came over with the menu and placed it in front of Qin Fei.
"What can I have something to eat?"
Qin Fei glanced at the menu, which contained some home-style Hunan dishes, such as fish head with chopped pepper, General Tso's chicken, stir-fried bacon with dried bamboo shoots, and pork belly with garlic-flavored tofu.
After living abroad for more than half a year, Qin Fei has not eaten authentic Hunan cuisine for a long time. When he was a recruit, since the chief officers were all from Hunan, the company's dishes were basically biased toward Hunan cuisine.
This aroused Qin Fei's appetite.
"Vinegar-stewed potato shreds, Zuo Zongtang's grade, a fish head with chopped peppers, two bowls of rice, and a soup."
After ordering, Qin Fei raised his head and looked at the little girl and asked: "Is the boss here a soldier?"
"Yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously, confirming Qin Fei's guess, "The boss is my dad. He is very powerful. He has fought in a war before!"