The Spring Festival, a festival that touches the hearts of trillions of Chinese children, contains a strong national emotion: reunion. No matter where they are, they will do everything possible to return home, return to the homeland where they were born and raised, and reunite with their loved ones.

February 4, 2008, the beginning of spring, the twenty-eighth day of the month of Dinghai.

The season in the south of the Yangtze River always feels a few beats slower than that of the north, and the solar terms of the beginning of spring imply that the spring of the northern snowmelt geese has risen, but here it has just entered the coldest season of midwinter. The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the streets and alleys of X City are already full of festive bright red, and Cangyuan Building is no exception, and the entire building is sunny outside. But in stark contrast, the building is rarely deserted, and only some local cleaning staff are still cleaning diligently in order to get a holiday bonus. In the spirit of carrying forward the spirit of humanistic care, almost all the large and small companies in the building have let their employees go home for the New Year.

But what if you don't have a home?

On the 36th floor, it's still the same huge and luxurious office, but two lonely men are still staying here.

Chen Qi did not stand in the shadow of the pillar with his head bowed as usual, but sat on a red sour branch Taishi chair, leaning lightly on the streamlined back of the chair, holding a purple sand teacup in his hand. Looking back at the tea in the cup, there was some nostalgia in the man's eyes, nostalgic for this feeling of "raw".

"The authentic Ming Qianlongjing is indeed unique. The person who spoke sat on the other Taishi chair on the right, separated from Chen Qi by a small coffee table, he put the empty cups back a few tables, and the flame-like jade ring on his index finger flashed a green shadow. Chen Qi immediately put down the cup, picked up the purple clay pot and poured another cup for the man, and then continued to lean on the back of the chair without saying a word.

"There are only five people who can drink this level of Ming Qian with me, including you. Yu Zhengping fixed his eyes on the night scene outside the window, and his eyes gradually blurred into a psychedelic light and shadow.

"I know that the boss hasn't forgotten me. Chen Qi also stared out the window, but his eyes drifted without focus, and this special day inevitably evoked some memories for him.

"You have done a good job in this mission, and the goods should have been transported to the Jinyang yard, right?"

"Yes, this year, the quality of vegetable oil and rubber in Malaysia and Indonesia is very good, and the price is reasonable. Chen Qi paused and considered his words, "It's a pity that we have encountered some obstacles in Myanmar, and the most important batch of goods has increased in price due to climate reasons." ”

"It has rained a lot in Southeast Asia for most of the year, and it is normal for opium poppy production to decline, otherwise I wouldn't let you go on a trip yourself. Yu Zhengping's fingers lightly tapped on the armrest, and there was a strategizing momentum between his words, "The general will definitely sit on the ground and raise the price, who else in the meeting can handle it besides you?"

The evil aura in Chen Qi's eyes flashed away, and he said calmly: "It turns out that the president has expected it for a long time, and Xiao Chen admires it." ”

"Actually, you also have a hunch, although you didn't tell me, but isn't the batch of guys that Ah Ping and they purchased to deal with this situation?" Yu Zhengping still spoke calmly, but an invisible pressure still emanated.

"Not all buyers have the courage of the boss, if it weren't for your acquiescence, Ah Ping wouldn't have been able to get so many toys, and he would definitely be slaughtered by the general in the end. ”

"Hmph, the barbarians of Nanyang, do you think that you will be empty with a team of mercenaries?" Yu Zhengping sneered, "No wonder he can only nest in the poor countryside of Myanmar forever and grow flowers! ”

"What the boss said is that only the HK organization has the ruthlessness of us, but the horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the stunned are afraid of dying, and few people dare to hang the grenade on it to negotiate, right? Chen Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his chin raised.

"Yes, after 97, their power has been greatly weakened, but they still want to work against their superiors, this kind of self-defeating attitude, a few heads are not enough. Yu Zhengping replied with a smile, "Will your use of such fierce means affect next year's transaction?"

"The amount is always the quantity, and it doesn't float much. This time scared away most of the buyers, and next time he won't sell it to us, will he keep it for himself?"

"Tsk, after so many years, Xiao Chen, you still have the same temperament as back then. But if it weren't for your fierceness, the Qingyan Society wouldn't be where it is today!" Yu Zhengping withdrew his gaze from the window and gently patted Chen Qi on the shoulder.

Chen Qi turned his head and glanced at Yu Zhengping, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to his ancient appearance: "Now all the goods are in the Jinyang yard, I don't know if the customs can get by." ”

"It's the Spring Festival soon, and you don't have to expect those people to work hard. Lin Cangxi has already dotted Yu Xiangqian's side, these two days can be passed first, the important ones are left in the week after the holiday, and the seven-day holiday is enough to make people paralyzed. ”

Hearing Lin Cangxi's three words, Chen Qi's face turned pale, and he licked the blood with his knife head to live and die, but this kid is good at dancing in China with long sleeves, and his status is faintly catching up, how can he not be anxious and angry?

Whenever he felt that there might be no return, Chen Qi would dial the number that he was already familiar with, even if it was just to listen to the woman's voice, it would be enough for him. During this trip to Myanmar, Chen Qi's words did not make much waves, and in fact, the situation can be described as nine deaths and one life.

Have you ever felt someone pointing a gun at the head? If so, have you ever felt being pointed at the head with ten rifles at the same time? The man sitting on a wicker chair in a dark green military uniform only snapped his fingers, and the seven heads of himself and his brother attending the meeting would turn into crumbled watermelons in half a second. Relying on the dense iron bumps on his body and the shocking red button in his hand, he was able to turn the tide. The explosion of a grenade in the open space outside the house was the last blow to seal the deal......

Yu Zhengping, are you really worthy of me and my brother being born and dying like this? No, I'm not for you, it's for the Qingyan Society!

Yu Zhengping withdrew his left hand and lit a cigarette. Whether he had an obedient dog or a wild wolf around him, he had already known in his heart. The incense of the Qingyan Society should be passed on to the person he values the most, even if he is still young, even if he does not cooperate, he should continue to fight for it, while he is still alive.

Two people who each own a mansion, silhouettes reflect festive street lamps, but they are equally homeless.

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On Chinese New Year's Eve, Ling Qi was led by her parents to a high-end hotel in Z City to gather around the fireplace with her father's relatives, which was her first contact with those once close cousins as a girl. Ling Long has three brothers, sisters and brothers, and as the eldest son, he and his daughter have also become the eldest grandson. Listening to the cousins who were still in junior high school taking a bite of "Sister Qi", Ling Qi replied one by one in embarrassment, recalling in her heart that she was running on the court with her younger siblings as "Brother Qi", it was really like a world away...... In other words, it has long been a lifetime.

The biggest surprise is that the elders who have passed away have appeared alive again, I am afraid that the best benefit of going back to the past is nothing more than this! Ling Qi excitedly looked at his grandfather, who died in 2010, and greeted him energetically, and quickly stepped forward to give him a big hug, and the girl almost shed tears when she was buried in the old man's arms.

Ling Qi's grandfather, Ling Moyang, was born in the land of Qilu and grew up in a scholarly family, but when the Japanese invaded our territory, he resolutely joined the Eighth Route Army at the age of a weak crown. During the Liberation War, he followed the Third Field Army led by Marshal Chen # Yi and General Su # Yu all the way south, came to the south of the F Province in the south to take root and start a family, and finally retired in the position of the political commissar of the Z City Military Division.

The Ling Long brothers, who were influenced by their father since childhood, have all worn that olive green, so the Ling family can be called a military family, and the young Ling Qi's favorite thing is to pester Ling Moyang to listen to the story of the old man's career as a horseman, and interpret that war-torn history in his imagination. She has always had a long-cherished wish to serve the motherland in her heart, and joining the people's police can be regarded as getting her wish from another channel.

Soon the table was full of food and drink, the adults were chatting and talking, and the children were watching the TV show excitedly. Ling Moyang wondered why his eldest granddaughter was so uncharacteristically pestering herself to ask questions about the war years, this girl had never been interested in these things before! How could he have imagined that the well-behaved girl no longer existed, replaced by a passionate young soul, who only wanted to relive the memories of her childhood.

"Speaking of the Eighth Route Army, the conditions at that time were difficult enough!" the old man patted his granddaughter's head lightly, and his thoughts returned to decades ago, "The group of new soldiers who came at that time had a large age span, and I was still a junior in my early 20s. There were only seven people in the entire company who were close to me in age and could talk, but unfortunately only two people survived to the end of the war, including me. ”

"No way, grandpa don't be too sad, war is like this, there will always be unforeseen sacrifices, and those who can survive to the end are the lucky ones. Ling Qi comforted, although she had heard her grandfather tell these stories many times, she still enjoyed them with relish.

"Yes, the two of us are the lucky ones, even the experienced company commanders and instructors didn't see the day of victory, but we rookie eggs# survived. The crow's feet at the corners of Ling Moyang's eyes were pursed together, and his eyes lit up again, "I still remember that brother, a tall man from Chudi, named Fang Zhiyong. I don't know when he followed his family to our land to beg for a living, was swept away by devils, and joined the army after escaping. ”

"So, does Grandpa know where he is now?"

"How is that possible? During the civil war, we were assigned to different teams, and I followed Mino all the way south, and I never saw him again. At that time, it was inconvenient to contact, and I don't know if he was alive. ”

"Also, otherwise CCTV's 'waiting for me' wouldn't be so popular. Ling Qi smiled, his question was indeed a little naïve.

"Wait for me? what is that?" Ling Moyang asked curiously.

"Uh...... It's nothing, I may be mistaken, grandpa doesn't have to take it to heart. Ling Qi stuck out his tongue, this show premiered in 2014, and now it's just 2008......