In recent days, there have been more cars on the mountain road unusually, the vast majority of them are people with special military plates, and the people who walked down from the car, the vast majority of them carried two gold stars on their shoulders, and even the little soldiers standing guard in the mountain road sentry box could vaguely guess that there was something big on the mountain that was rarely lively. In recent days, it is difficult to even park in front of the courtyard of the Wang family, and there is an endless stream of people from all over the world who come to see the old man for the last time. Wang Yuanchao simply took a long leave from the Women's Federation to receive those guests who were waiting to be summoned into the study at home. General Bai, who has gray hair, has also been very busy these days, going to the hospital again and again to greet guests, send off guests, and be calm and polite, but the # general who has been by the old man's side for most of his life still can't hide the helplessness and reluctance in his feelings.

The front hall of the courtyard that was temporarily converted into a tea room was quite lively, and most of the people who could enter this gate could greet each other with tea instead of wine, and then recalled the eventful years under the old man's command, all of them sighed with emotion, and then looked up, only to find that Bo's temples were also dyed with hoarfrost early. Fortunately, everyone was born in Rongma, and they didn't feel sad about the literati, but they were only mentioning the robes who died early on the front line of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, so they picked up the tea cup again to comfort the souls of those comrades-in-arms who died young. Now even the old man who had made great contributions by the side of Taizu Taizong will also die, and the banner of the king is crumbling, and after receiving the text message notification from the white bear, all of them are rushing to the capital in the starry night.

was recalling the iron-blooded past when the yellow-skinned monkeys were bombarded in the southwest frontier in those years, and everyone who was drinking tea and waiting to be summoned saw Bai Zhong# General hurriedly walking past the corridor pavilion of the second courtyard, as if he was in a hurry to greet the guests at the door. The old man has lived in the mountains of the capital for decades, and everyone clearly understands that from a certain Cheng dù, the white bear is the face incarnation of the old man, and most of them are white bears representing the old man of the Wang family. There are only a handful of people who can make the white bear hurry to the gate to greet them, and everyone is thinking in their hearts, who is the sacred?

Driving out of the Capital International Airport, taxi driver Lao Zhao was quietly looking at the two passengers in the car along the way. Sitting in the co-pilot seat is a tall middle-aged man, with a national character face, flying sword eyebrows, smooth fists, and prominent knuckles, Lao Zhao is a native of Cangzhou, and naturally knows that the co-pilot is at least a role with excellent fists and feet, and what makes him even more curious is the white-haired old man sitting in the back seat, white practice clothes, black cloth shoes, and looks about the age of touch, but when he sits there, he is not angry and arrogant, and the older Zhao palpitations are that after getting in the car, the destination reported by the two men turned out to be a hill in the east of the city. After retiring from the army, how could Lao Zhao, who had been driving in the capital for nearly 20 years, not know what that mountain meant? Every time he passed by there, the soldier post at the single-mountain crossing with loaded guns and ammunition could make him feel a kind of awe, and his previous experience as a soldier could make him understand what this mountain means to the Chinese army today.

Lao Zhao, who is very good at chatting with guests, didn't say a word, and the speed of the usual shuttle back and forth was much smoother, and when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he was stopped by the soldiers to salute and check the documents, only to see the middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat handed over the two documents to the look. The little soldier was very conscientious and explained that the two chiefs could go up the mountain, and the car could also go up the mountain, but the taxi driver Lao Zhao couldnnot.

The old man in the back seat seemed to be very talkative, and immediately decided to go down the mountain and walk up the mountain.

Lao Zhao looked at the mountain road that stretched and couldn't see the end, and his heart was horizontal, and he said, I can trust the two, otherwise, the car will be lent to the two, and I will wait at the bottom of the mountain, how about it?

The old man smiled and said that he didn't see it, Lao Zhao still had a chivalrous heart.

The middle-aged man, who didn't seem to be very good at words, silently took out a business card from his pocket, and the content of the business card was extremely simple, only three words and a string of numbers.

Yellow plum blossoms.

Lao Zhao felt that the middle-aged man's appearance of five big and three rough took such a feminine name, which seemed a little funny, but he still didn't dare to laugh, because when he wanted to laugh, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of this middle-aged man named Huang Meihua with a gun on his waist.

Next, Huang Meihua took Lao Zhao's driver's position and continued to go up the mountain after the sentry box.

Lao Zhao squatted under the big tree at the entrance of the mountain, took out a red plum that was no more than ten yuan a pack, and smoked a cigarette, but he was sweating profusely from the scorching sun. The little soldier who had just stopped him from going up the mountain took two bottles of water, said that his duty was, and asked Lao Zhao to understand. After taking a sip of the refreshing mineral water, Lao Zhao's little dissatisfaction with the little soldier disappeared without a trace, looking at the winding mountain road, thoughtful.

Before the taxi arrived at the second guard box on the mountain road, Huang Meihua, who had become a driver, saw a young man squatting on the side of the mountain road with two children from a distance. The old man sitting in the back seat also saw the young man waving at them on the mountain road, and said with a smile: "He is a child who will not forget his roots!"

Huang Meihua also smiled and nodded, as if she saw the young man who carefully walked into the Humble Administrator's East Garden in Jiangnan with the child in his arms.

"It's coming!"

"It's coming!"

The old man looked at the young man in front of him who he hadn't seen for a long time, and said with a smile: "When the Chinese New Year's Eve was thirty, the two little rabbit cubs were still asking, can you go back for the New Year, and when you have time to go back to teach them again, after next year, it's time to send them abroad to study." ”

Li Yundao nodded happily, and smiled at Huang Meihua behind the old man: "Uncle, it's not easy to come here, this time I will stay with the old man for two more days." ”

Huang Meihua pointed to the taxi behind her and said with a smile: "I still owe someone a car!"

Shili smiled and made a Buddha name, the Buddha's meaning is vast.

Zhang Xiaoman was not to be outdone, shook off the dust, and the meaning was long.

The old man squatted down with difficulty, looked at the little lama, and said with a smile: "The little master of the Ten Forces has grown a lot taller!" After speaking, he turned to the little Lori who was only high and not low in Maoshan Mountain, "How is the Wuji Heavenly Master of your sect lately?"

The little girl put her hands behind her back and pouted and blinked: "You ask Zhang Wuji? He is timid, and he hid back in Maoshan after accepting an apprentice, hum, wait for me to go back, see if I don't pull his beard." ”

The old man, who was only a child, smiled, stood up straight, and looked over Li Yundao's shoulder.

"The old chief has difficulty moving, let me come to the door to greet you on his behalf!" Bai Xiong stood up and saluted a very standard military salute.

The old man looked up and wanted to return the salute, but suddenly shook his head with a wry smile: "I haven't been a soldier for a long time!"

Looking at the old man who was already with crane hair, the resentment that had been around Wang Pengzhen over the years seemed to have been diluted a lot.

"Old chief, please talk about it in your study!"

The old man looked up at the word "king" dancing above the gate of the courtyard.

Thirty years apart.

Re-enter the capital.