The winter in the south is a kind of damp and cold, with a biting cold wind, up to the bones, although the winter in the north is dry, the temperature is so low that people dare not go out, and they can pee in the ice and snow, and instantly become an ice sculpture.

Northerners say that the south is cold, and the cold makes people have an endless aftertaste, and the southerners go to the north and say that the chickens are really cold, and the chickens are half shorter than usual in this ghost place. As for whether it is cold in the south or cold in the north, there are different opinions, but how can winter be comfortable in the south and north?

Unless it's in the South Island, where the winter is warm and the summer is cool, but the country is such an South Island, how can it be as good as it could be.

Severe cold, bitter winter, there is floor heating in the north, a small bottle of two pots under the belly, plus a bowl of hot beef offal noodles, natural and extraordinary, the two are thinly dressed, the old man took off the shabby military hat on his head, revealing gray and sparse hair, which seemed to be a few years older than before. He was still a little restrained, and unbuttoned the military coat that he had worn for decades, and the small vest gown inside had a few holes, although it was winter, it still exuded a smell that was not very good, he may have realized it, and tied the coat buttons back, and smiled honestly, how much helplessness there was in it, and he knew how warm and cold people were.

Bufan looked at it in his eyes, thinking of the past, he couldn't help but shake his head, he didn't force the old man to let go of himself, just like his once humble self, always cautious.

"Two more bottles of two pot heads, two bowls of beef offal noodles." As soon as he shouted, he urged the old man to drink.

"Old man, what are you doing, tell your little brother to listen to it, and see if your little brother can help you." Zeng Bufan speaks a thick Lechuan dialect, he hasn't spoken it for a long time since he followed Tiansheng, but he is not unfamiliar with the dialect from novel to big.

The old man doesn't know how long it has been since he heard the cold ask for warmth, and he drank a lot of wine, quite a bit of the feeling that everyone is drunk without getting drunk, "I have been a soldier for nine years, I have been a soldier for nine years, I have discredited the army, I am sorry for the company commander, I am sorry for the motherland."

His tone was choked, and he kept repeating the words, making it difficult to express more.

Bufan picked up the second pot head and touched one with the old man, took a big sip, and finally bottomed out a bottle of two pot heads, urging the proprietress to hurry up and serve the wine. After waiting for a while, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took another sip to himself, and said: "Isn't the policy very good now, especially for veterans like yours before, doesn't the state have subsidies?"

The old man only said one word, as if there was something unspeakable, and he only ate noodles with his head bored.

Bufan lowered his head to eat noodles, and after a while, he bumped into the old man again, "I don't force you, it's just a little heartbreaking to see that you (Sisheng) are older than my father and mother." In the past, I was also a bastard, causing trouble everywhere, and I would only think of home when I had money, and when I thought of my parents, I thought it was a matter of course to ask them to take money, or you would have been born to dry hairballs! My father and my mother are not the kind of people who have the ability, every day facing the loess with their backs to the sky, but I have needs, my father and my mother have never treated me badly, if I don't talk to you so much today, I don't know that I owe them so much."

I am pure and good, when did I create people, I adapted to this society, I am no longer me.

Extraordinary gratitude, thanks, if it is not for the natural encounter, he can't find the original Zeng Bufan, in this life he doesn't owe the sky, he doesn't owe the earth, but he owes his parents, what can be measured clearly?

He was homesick and missed his father and mother at home.

"I ......" the old man opened his mouth and said a word, he didn't know how to continue, he took a big sip of his head, and was melancholy, "If my family's boy has half of you, I will be content to see my mother-in-law underground now."

The old man joined the army at the age of nineteen and experienced hard times, at that time there was turmoil in all aspects, and the old man ran to every corner of the country as an internal security guard of the army, and if there was turmoil, they would be there.

He was twenty-eight years old that year, and was honorably discharged from the army due to personal problems. Because of the four walls of the family, the retired soldiers at that time were not as generous as they are today, and the discharge was a large amount of retirement money, but there was a job assignment, the old man became a glorious public security officer, and he was devoted to his career, and he only met a confidant girl in his thirties, got married, and gave birth to a child.

The old man's mother-in-law has not been in good health since she gave birth to a child, and left them in a few years, and the old man took the child to pull it up with a handful of and urine, until he retired, until the child found his first job, thinking that he could enjoy the blessings, but who knows, this is just another joke made by fate. The old man's surname is Yang, he changed his fate with his own hands, but he is not a good father, he is usually busy with work, and he is a single parent, the child has been withdrawn since he was a child, likes to fight, and later followed the so-called boss.

A soldier, a policeman, how can he rub sand in his eyes, the old man is fifty-six, the child is twenty-one, he beat him severely, this is the first time he has beaten him since he was a child, Xiao Yang raised his head and refused to admit defeat.

Lao Yang was sixty-five, when Xiao Yang was standing, he stabbed someone, he didn't die, he was seriously injured, Xiao Yang was scared, this was the first time he bowed his head in front of his father, the old man bent down, knelt down, and took out his life savings as compensation, praying for others to be saved from prosecution.

Xiao Yang was still taken away by the public security organs, with Lao Yang's face, the parties did not delve into Lao Yang's attitude, Xiao Yang was only sentenced to three months, and after coming back, Xiao Yang regarded it as capital and was even more unscrupulous.

Lao Yang was tired, left a house, left a retirement salary card, wandered in Lechuan, this year, Lao Yang has seventy one, went around a few times, asked the neighbor about the child's situation, shook his head, and silently left the home that was close to him.

Bufan raised the wine bottle and touched the old man, "Then what are your plans"?

He really didn't expect that the old man still had a legend that belonged to him, in fact, Lao Yang had the hope of being promoted back then, but his twisted character was still a police officer until he retired, but everyone in the bureau, from the leader to the newcomer, respected this affectionate little policeman very much.

"The sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, and the loess is a cup, what else can you think. He has done what he should do, even if the child makes mistakes again, he can't do anything about it, so be it in this life, a bowl, a cloth bag, wandering the world, and the world is home.

When you fall, your eyes are closed, and you rest in peace!

"Don't you want to see him suddenly get better one day, you might as well have an explanation with your aunt"? Bufan saw another self from Xiao Yang, Lao Yang is such a hero who can lay Lao Yang down, what about his father?

"Explain what, I want to confess? I have given him everything, what else do I have to confess?" Lao Yang's expression was slightly excited, and he hated himself for not teaching his children well, and he was ashamed of the motherland. There is also a pity for Xiao Yang, he is in his thirties and has a child, thinking it is a blessing, but how do you know that it is mildew, his mother-in-law gave birth to him and was difficult, and on his deathbed, he let Lao Yang raise the child, in addition to digging out his heart and lungs, he gave everything he could.

Indeed, his character is like this, he is not used to shouting for warmth, but even if he feels it, Xiao Yang should be able to feel that his father loves him, and he will explain it.

"You don't owe him, but he owes you, and you should go back and get it back." Bu Fan said loudly, don't think that the father and the son of the son are righteous, the son and the father depend on the mood, how many young people are accustomed to it, Bufan was not like this before, including now, he is not qualified to talk about it, and regrets Lao Yang, who paid silently like his parents.

The third lady was also indignant next to her, but she didn't know that she was also one of them.

Born to eat the noodles in his bowl slowly, reserved and elegant, he has always been alone, coming gently and walking quietly. What his parents are, there is no clear or even vague shadow in his heart.

Lao Yang lowered his head and took a sip of wine, shaking his head: "How can Lao Tzu and his son have so many plans!"

He only hopes that Xiao Yang can get on the right track, this is the biggest dream of the rest of his life, and he hopes that this dream will never wake up.