"Look, you are good everywhere, but this is not good." Song Qimin stopped, stared at Lin Yu and said, "Do you know what it is?"
"What is it?" Lin Yu turned around and asked in confusion.
"Too modest." Song Qimin shook his head and said.
"No, I'm not humble at all. It's really Uncle Song. If you say I'm humble, it's because you don't understand me." Lin Yu shook his head.
"Oh, really? Then you really impress me." Song Qimin stared at Lin Yu and said, "Tell me, why are you so immodest?"
"What should be mine is mine, no less." Lin Yu met Song Qimin's gaze and said firmly: "This is the principle of my life. My current efforts are because I have a direction for my efforts.
The goal."
"I will take back all those people who have harmed me and owe me everything in the past, no less." Lin Yu shouted in a deep voice.
"Okay, okay, haha, I like your character." Song Qimin applauded. He looked at Lin Yu and praised: "I feel that you are a sword, a sharp sword. The sky in the imperial capital will change because of you.
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"This is a bit exaggerated." Lin Yu said with a smile: "I am just a small person. I came here just to take back what originally belonged to me, such as dignity, for example, an explanation from the Qiulin family,
For example, the man behind the scenes back then."
"No, you don't understand the situation in the Imperial Capital." Song Qimin shook his head and said, "It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a pool of stagnant water. This sword of yours may be able to cut through the darkness that has been shrouding the Imperial Capital for decades."
"It is not an exaggeration to say that you can lift up the clouds and see the sun." Song Qimin praised: "Lin Yu, you are a unique person. It seems that I did not see the wrong person, and neither did my old man.
Wrong person."
"Mr. Song knows about me?" Lin Yu was surprised. Song Qimin's father was the God of War with great military exploits.
That old man whose name can make even the barbarians tremble actually knows him, Lin Yu?
"Yes, the old man knows you." Song Qimin smiled and said, "Besides, he has been paying attention to you."
"Really?" Lin Yu couldn't help but feel a little proud. Being paid attention to by such a famous big man, he was still a little proud.
The Song family is a legendary existence in the imperial capital or in the army. There are three generals in one family, which has established the Song family's prestige in the army and its status in the imperial capital.
As for the old man of the Song family, he has been living in a nursing home after retiring. However, although he ignores what happens outside the window, whenever there is trouble in the imperial capital, he knows that if there is something he wants to intervene in, then this matter will
You must do what he wants.
As strong as ever, it makes people feel that although this old man is old, he is getting better and better as he lives.
"Of course it's true." Song Qimin pointed forward and said, "In front is where the old man lives. Come on, I'll take you there to have a look."
"Okay." Lin Yu nodded.
The place where Mr. Song lives is a rather unique place. First of all, this place is relatively close to the shooting range. The shooting range is a nursing home specially prepared for the elderly who have retired from the army.
These old people have been holding guns all their lives, and their life after retirement will be monotonous and boring. Especially some old people who are used to holding guns will become restless if they don't touch a gun for a day.
For example, Mr. Song was such a person. When Lin Yu and Song Qimin came, he was playing with guns with several old men of similar age.
"Old man, Lin Yu is here to see you." Song Qimin walked up to him and said.
"Oh, you are that boy." Mr. Song put down the gun in his hand. This gun was a very ordinary one made in Hanyang.
This kind of gun has some history, because it played a great role during the Anti-Japanese War.
But after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all aspects of China's things have made rapid progress, so this kind of gun can only be seen in museums.
But now there is actually one here, and this gun is well maintained. It can be seen that its owner cherishes it very much.
"Hello Mr. Song." Lin Yu bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Mr. Song can't live without his gun now."
"Haha, as a soldier, a gun is your life. Of course I can't live without a gun, just like you can't live without a needle." Mr. Song laughed.
"Song Lao's metaphor is really appropriate. I really can't live without needles." Lin Yu nodded and smiled.
"Okay, you guys, go ahead and take your time, Lao Ma. I have a bag of Biluochun that I have treasured for a long time. You guys go over there to drink tea and have a spanking. I will go over and find you guys later." Mr. Song
He waved to an old man about his age.
"Yes, the chief has spoken, I will go now." The old man saluted with a standard salute, and then ran over there with a group of old guys.
Lao Ma worked as a guard for Mr. Song before, and was later selected by the early special forces. He made a lot of contributions and climbed up the ranks. When he was older, he was only two levels behind Mr. Song.
Although he has retired now, Lao Ma still regards Mr. Song as his leader. During the war, the two fought through mountains and seas of fire. Now that they are no longer fighting, they are still together.
"Haha, you are that kid from the Lin family." Mr. Song sat down and Song Qimin handed him a towel. He took the towel and wiped his sweat.
"Mr. Song, I am." Lin Yu nodded and smiled: "I hope I won't disappoint you."
"Not disappointed, not at all." Mr. Song looked at Lin Yu, shook his head and said, "Your dad served as a soldier under me before. He is very good."
"A tiger father has no dog son. I think if you have such a father, you will be no different."
"This boy is really good. Mr. Chen almost died just now, but he forced this boy to rescue him from the hell. Now the Chen family is extremely grateful to him." Song Qimin interjected.
"Oh, is there such a thing? It seems that I have to re-evaluate you." Mr. Song glanced at Lin Yu in surprise. He did not expect that Lin Yu actually had such superb medical skills.
"It's mostly luck." Lin Yu smiled and said, "I'm not a god, so I may not be able to save everyone."
"In fact, doctors, for patients who are dying, can only do their best and listen to fate. Whether they can come back depends on medical treatment and God." Lin Yudao.ql11
"What a blessing." Mr. Song was very satisfied with Lin Yu's answer. He nodded and said: "But you are a doctor, and the patient trusts you when he entrusts himself to you, but you treat the patient's life as a child's play."
