Several young men with spiny dragons and tigers and dyed hair of various colors were facing an old man with gray hair, pushing and shoving. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man was as thin as firewood, and his waist was bent, like a shrimp. He didn't speak, he didn't resist, like a lonely fallen leaf, bleak and sad.

Seventy-five years ago, when he was only eighteen years old, he killed a devil soldier with his own hands, relying on the newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

Sixty years ago, with the volunteers, he crossed the Yalu River with great vigor and vigor, and in the face of the powerful US imperialism, he resolutely showed his sword, throwing his head and spilling his blood in the ice and snow.

Forty years ago, on the bloody Lao Son front, he terrified the Vietnamese devils. A bullet grazed his heart, nearly killing him. Even now, every time it rains on a cloudy day, the wound is faintly painful.

Now, he is old, his hair is gray, his back is hunched, and he just wants to spend his old age quietly alone.

However, even this is not a requirement, and it has become a luxury at this time.

A young man with a green dragon painted on his body pointed to the old man's nose and scolded angrily: "Damn, you old immortal thing, you dare to stare at it." I'll move out of here tomorrow, or I'll really set a fire to your house!"

The old man finally couldn't help it, his face was cold, and he scolded angrily: "You, you, you little rabbit cubs, are even more ferocious than the Dongying devils back then, and you will burn people's houses at every turn!"

"I scolded the next door, burn your old immortal house, I can afford you!" As he spoke, a hot-tempered young man stepped forward to push the old man.

The old man leaned slightly to one side and cleverly dodged.

", you old immortal thing, you dare to hide, see if I don't kill you!"

However, as soon as his fist was raised, his wrist was stuck with two fingers like iron pincers.

When the young people in the society saw that someone was meddling in their affairs, they shouted angrily: "Scolding the next door, who are you, do you know who we are, don't meddle in our affairs." Believe it or not, I'm going to clean up with you?"

The person who made the shot was naturally Wang Hao!

Wang Hao didn't speak, just smiled coldly at him.

"Click!"

Wang Hao's fingers suddenly exerted force, and the wrist bone of the young man in the society was comminuted and fractured on the spot.

"Ah, scolded the next door, let go, let go!"

The young people of society were pale, grinning their teeth, and screaming like killing pigs.

Several other young people in society didn't seem to be easy to mess with. At the moment, he stared at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Wang Hao shook his hand casually, like carrying a chicken, and threw the young people out of the society.

The young man got up from the ground, glared at Wang Hao angrily, and shouted: "Scolding the next door, do you know what kind of people we are, dare to meddle in our affairs?"

Wang Hao didn't answer, just squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly.

Seeing that Wang Hao didn't answer, the young people in the society shouted to themselves: "We are the people of the general manager of the big development fund, if you know each other, get out of here." Otherwise, hmph, you know the consequences!"

"Hehe!" Wang Hao smiled coldly, picked up a brick casually, and smashed it hard.

"Bang dang!"

The young people in society were hit in the head, and red flowers bloomed on the spot, which was bloody and really scary.

Before he could get up again, Wang Hao stepped forward quickly, stepped on his arm, and said word by word: "Go back and tell you Mr. Jin, just say that I'm Wang Hao, and I'll talk to him about life in two days." Look at the piranhas he feeds. Are you hungry and thin?"

The young people in society completely lost their temper at this time, and nodded again and again like chickens pecking rice, only promised.

"Alright, get out!"

After sending this group of young people away, Wang Hao walked towards the old man with a humble smile on his face.

The old man stretched out his thin, shriveled hand like a walnut skin, smiled at Wang Hao, and said, "Little brother, thank you!"

Wang Hao paused for a moment, and then said, "Grandpa Zhao, don't you remember me?" I'm Haozi, I used to play chess with you a lot, and Haozi chattered?"

Hearing Wang Hao's words, the old man's cloudy eyes were slightly stagnant.

He carefully looked at Wang Hao's face, and a gleam flashed in his gloomy eyes.

"You are Haozi, the son of Wang Zhan?"

Wang Hao held the old man's thin hand, couldn't help himself, and said excitedly: "Grandpa Zhao, it's me, I'm back to see you!"

Seeing Wang Hao come back, Grandpa Zhao was very excited.

Suddenly, he saw Qin Siyu standing aside, and asked casually: "Haozi, this is your daughter-in-law, she looks really smart!"

Hearing the old man's words, Qin Siyu's pretty face couldn't help but blush. She used the corner of her eye to sneak a glance at Wang Hao. Seeing that the other party didn't mean to explain, he didn't say anything, just to make the old man happy.

She smiled and shouted, "Hello Grandpa Zhao!"

Grandpa Zhao nodded at her and began to say happily: "Come, come, don't stand here, come into the house and sit, come in and sit!"

The old man's house, very basic. It is the kind of temporary house made of asbestos tiles, with a few holes in it, and it is simply pasted with plastic paper.

Inside, a 15-watt incandescent lamp hung in the center of the beam. The only electrical appliance is a 14-inch black-and-white TV from the nineties of the last century.

When Wang Hao was a child, he heard his father mention that Grandpa Zhao served as the commander of the division and regiment during the counterattack against Vietnam. On the Lao Son front, he is a killing god who terrifies Vietnamese devils. Later, because of some things, he was forced to leave the army.

Unexpectedly, his evening scene was so bleak that it made people feel sad when they looked at it.

Qin Siyu saw that in the corner of the room, the rice bag was empty, and only a few stiff steamed buns and two pieces of black bacon remained, his nose couldn't help but be sour, and said, "I'll go buy something!"

Wang Hao glanced at Qin Siyu and said, "Well, you go, be careful!"

"Come on, Haozi, it's okay to be idle, I'll kill the old man for a while, and our grandfather and grandson will have a good chatter!"

As he spoke, Grandpa Zhao rummaged through a box of chess pieces from a dilapidated wooden box that had lost its paint and placed it on the table.

Wang Hao's chess was taught by Grandpa Zhao. In the past, after school, he often came to Grandpa Zhao to play chess.

During the game, Grandpa Zhao will tell some stories from the past, as well as his own perceptions of life.

At that time, he didn't understand this, he was too strong to win, and he only wanted to win Grandpa Zhao's chess, so he bragged in front of Ye Ning's girl.

It's a pity that no matter how quickly his chess strength improves, every time he misses a move, he returns with a fiasco!

Looking at the familiar chess game, Wang Hao couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

In this moment, he felt like he was back ten years ago. At that time, he was still a carefree teenager......

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A few digressions:

There is also such an old man in Xiaole's hometown, of course, not as bad as in the book. He was just an ordinary soldier who had participated in the counterattack against Vietnam. The children are all married, no longer care about him, sit alone at the door every day, occasionally chat with passers-by, and the evening scene is quite bleak. Especially at dusk, it is really sad to see his lonely back hunched over......

(To be continued.) )