At five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Shuo, Zhang Ying and An Xiaoxiao had not returned.

When he returned home, Li Shixin returned to his bedroom without taking off his clothes.

turned on the computer and found the support Weibo that Mr. Liu Feng read last night.

At this time, more than 40 hours have passed since the big V called "XPO Park Min Ho Fan Support Group". In the comment area, nearly 10,000 comments have been accumulated.

"The young ladies of the Minhao family are so awesome ducks! It's really heartwarming, refill!"

"It's really hard, I can let Brother Minhao see the love of Chinese fans!"

"What a great support copywriter! I actually carefully taught Minhao Oba how to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls, which is too cute~(#^.^#)"

"Min Ho's little pot friend will show Hart's smile when he receives the gift, for sure, for sure!?"

"Aha, thank you for your praise, this time it's really a record-setting support duck!For this support action, our little cuties of Minhao's family contacted the Tiger Regiment half a year in advance, and after a month, the Tigers generously said that they could receive support, and they were really happy! Brother Minhao and his comrades-in-arms come on - the motherland is calling, and the Tigers are leaving!

Whispered beep: Brother Min Ho in a military uniform is even more handsome!"

Seeing these comments, Li Shixin, who had just calmed down, was so angry that his gray hair became angry.

At this moment, Li Shixin is deeply grateful for his hard work in the past year - if it weren't for this year's desperate search for support, he has reduced his age dozens of times and lowered the actual age of his body by more than ten years. I'm afraid that this wave of my own soaring blood pressure will directly burst the cerebral blood vessels!

casually took a screenshot of the Weibo and the comments below, looking at those dazzling screenshots, Li Shixin groaned slightly, and uploaded the photos of the objects in the wooden box of Mr. Liu Feng's old man taken with his mobile phone before.

After thinking about it, he quickly added a few lines to the text content.

......

In Li Shixin's Weibo, a group of sand sculpture fans are urging more farts in a high-spirited way.

For such a long time, sand sculpture netizens have a very good understanding of Li Shixin's style, Li Shixin rarely posts Weibo, and almost all the dynamic content is about his career and works.

The sudden update of Weibo suddenly made the bored netizens feel refreshed, but when a group of enthusiastic netizens clicked on the news and saw the content on it, they were petrified in an instant.

Of the six photos in the dynamics, the first five are all screenshots of the supplies sent by brain-dead fans to the cold army - valuable warm tactical equipment, hand and face cream, warm baby hot water bottles, and those support slogans marked in Korean and Chinese characters, as well as comments that fans are not ashamed of but are proud of.

makes many netizens itch the root of their hate.

But what really poked the hearts of netizens was the last photo posted by Li Shixin.

Those were two old photos that had been yellowed and moth-eaten.

A thin volunteer soldier was lying in a snow nest, probably just after a long march, and there was not much vitality in his immature face, which should be full of vitality.

His thin earthy yellow military uniform was wet with sweat and froze into an ice shell, if it weren't for the white breath exhaled from his mouth to prove the existence of life, the whole person was like an ice sculpture.

In such an environment, he was barefoot. On the two swollen and blackened feet, pus and blood can be faintly seen.

Under the photo, a line of small characters written in a pen book makes those who know this history instantly sour their noses;

On November 25, 1950, the reporter of the 58th Division of the 20th Army was photographed on the bank of the Datong River, in Changjin Hubei.

"The people should smile and have someone to succeed Tang Hongzhi. Jingwei Gongbo said that it was fast, and Jing Hui Kemin sighed that it was not as good as chasing stars, which was chilling. Woohoo, alas!"

After seeing these photos that constitute a strong contrast, and then seeing the lines of text in Li Shixin's dynamics.

Netizens, angry!

"Where did I find this photo? Tears, is the person in the photo still alive?"

"On November 25th, this is the day before the Battle of Changjin Lake, and eighty percent of this child is no longer alive!"

"These little kids kicked the donkey in the head, right?!"

"Upstairs, I won't allow you to throw this pot at the donkey! What's wrong with the donkey? What's wrong with the donkey? This is clearly brain-dead!"

"Damn, it's this group of brainless fans again! This is not the first time, some time ago, a fan group of fans with a fan stick also put Kong Ming lanterns at the foot of the Great Wall to celebrate the birthday of their idols, are now children chasing stars stupid?"

"Xin Ye scolded well! The behavior of this group of brain-dead fans is no different from that of traitors! I strongly demand that it be reported and these brain-dead fans be held accountable!"

"It's either stupid or bad. But seeing these stupid remarks, I think the former is more likely. ”

"It's not a question of stupidity or badness, it's a crooked outlook! What's wrong with the children now? What is the origin of this Tiger Regiment? It was our opponent on the Korean battlefield at the beginning! When the 68 th Army attacked the Tiger Regiment by surprise, the captured regimental flag is still on display in the Museum to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea! A group of troops that were once beaten to the point of annihilation by us, a stick that served in this unit, what is there to worship? Where is the point of worship, who can the tell you?"

"What's wrong with Xinye, why did you suddenly notice the movement of the brainless fan?"

In the bedroom, watching the dynamic update, a group of fans exploded in an instant, Li Shixin took a deep breath, and updated the state of the old man's illness that was filmed in Liu Feng's house before, as well as the cause and effect of the incident, to Weibo again.

When fans learned about Liu Feng's situation through Li Shixin's narration. Thoroughly, it's blown up!

"I'm crying, I'm crying! Damn, Old Man Liu is cold, it's cold. Blind, it's a group of bear children who have been stabbed in the eye!"

"Brothers, my broadsword is hungry and thirsty. ”

"Where's the Iron Guardian?!"

"In!"

"Xinye is old, and Old Man Liu is also old. They can't understand these things on the Internet, what do you say?"

"Target, XPO Park Min Ho fan group super talk, rush!"

With the greeting of those activists among the sand sculpture netizens, tens of thousands of sand sculpture netizens poured into XPO Park Minhao's Weibo super talk.

Seeing that Park Minhao's super talk was instantly occupied by angry netizens, Li Shixin snorted.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Li Shixin put down the mouse and opened the door, and saw a group of old fans and Chen Boshi and several young generals, already standing at the door.

"Shixin, are you okay?"

"Seeing that you were angry when you left just now, we couldn't rest assured. Brother Liu Feng is already like this, don't get excited, what's going on!"

Seeing the worried appearance of a group of old fans, Li Shixin smiled faintly and invited everyone into the house.

Putting the wooden box that Wu Ming was holding on the coffee table, Li Shixin waved his hand, "What can I do?" I guess I'm going to be busy these days, so take care of yourselves. If you have time, help me go to see Brother Feng more. ”

"Shixin, what do you want to do?"

Looking at Li Shixin's tone of explaining the aftermath, the hearts of a group of old fans, which were already unreliable, hung up again.

"What for?"

Li Shixin snorted, his eyes leaking a cold light.

"The little tree is not repaired and it is not straight, Brother Feng, this beam, I have to settle it for him!"

Looking at Li Shixin's clenched fists, Chen Boshi on the side pulled out the lollipop in his mouth and put down his mobile phone.

Frowning and looking at Li Shixin, the little girl bit her lip: "Grandpa Xin, I see that your Weibo fans are now going to Park Minhao's super talk to make trouble." It's useless, XPO has more than 10 million domestic fans, how many fans do you have? And this kind of similar support to the cold country troops in the fan circle is not once or twice, some fans have asked the relevant departments before, but in principle, it does not support but does not constitute a violation. Otherwise, do you think they're going to make a big fuss? Your fans go to XPO to do something, and it doesn't do anything positive except to recruit you for yourself. ”

Watching the little girl analyze the pros and cons of things for herself in a serious way, Li Shixin was happy.

"Really?"

He looked at Chen Boshi's mobile phone, which was his Weibo.

In just a few minutes, XPO fans have already begun to control the comments and organize an anti-black.

In the comment area of his own Weibo, there have already begun to be a large number of sunspots.

"The stinky old man on the line, what's wrong with us chasing stars? It's normal, don't watch it if you can't get used to it, it's funny!"

"Old man of the-stirring stick, it's you again! Everything is on the line, aren't you going to die? Hurry up and die, okay?"

"Grandma just likes it! Grandma likes it, even if the king of heaven comes, she can't care about it! Besides, why don't so many fans of American celebrities see you forcing it? Why can't you get along with our brother Minhao?"

"A bunch of fools! Others like European and American celebrities, and they don't send things to other countries' troops like you!"

"Shut up, my parents don't care, why are you beeping? I spent your money on supplies?"

Looking at the poor tearing, the sand sculpture netizens were defeated in ten minutes, and the netizens were crazy by a group of brainless fans, Li Shixin smiled.

It's time to show off the real technology.

From the beginning, Xin Ye didn't think about entangled with a group of brain-dead fans who couldn't do anything and tear up the first place.

Will tearing solve the problem?

No, otherwise, what are various countries doing to build national defense, and if there is a dispute, it will directly make the brain crippled.

What solves the problem?

Of course, it's touching porcelain and relying on the old to sell the old!

In front of a group of old fans, Li Shixin smiled faintly and neatly placed Old Man Liu Feng's old military uniform, military merit medal and military merit book on the coffee table.

Then, back in his room, he took out a small box in his suitcase. In front of a group of old fans and young generals, it was opened.

Coincidentally.

Inside, there are also two medals.

One is a second-class merit medal for "self-defense and counterattack to encircle southern Xinjiang".

The other is the victory medal of the "General Political Self-Defense Counterattack to Defend Southern Xinjiang".

In the shock of all the old fans, Li Shixin took out the gray Mao suit, and after packing up his lili suo, he solemnly hung his two medals on his chest, and picked up Liu Feng's third-class national flag medal.

stuffed his mobile phone into the hand of Chen Boshi, who was blinking with big eyes.

"Shoot well, I'm going to scold my mother!"