"Xiao Zheng, this matter is of great benefit to the country, but the only one who has been wronged is you, if you need any compensation, the country will try to satisfy you, this Chairman Liu can guarantee", Song Lao patted Zhengji's shoulder and there was a hint of apology in his tone.

"No need, Song Lao, I'm not a child, I understand what you say", Masaki suddenly showed a relieved smile, "There is a country first, and then there is a family, when I appeared on the Varyag aircraft carrier, I no longer only represent me personally, but the country, I don't want to involve the country to pay for me because of my own happiness and enmity."

Masaki's words are from the bottom of his heart, and he has already made his own choice when he had a complete showdown with the other party in the Turkish Strait, and since then, his body has been engraved with the mark of Huaguo, and he is no longer the mysterious person who is unknown and can not worry about any retaliation, similar to the Yasukuni Shrine, and can no longer do what he wants.

However, everything has two sides, if your identity belongs to a fan, you can indeed take revenge as you like, but for the country, there are not many benefits, if your camp has been exposed, then the consequence is that although you lose the opportunity to be happy and revenge, but it can bring a lot of benefits to the country.

"Good! You can understand, it is the greatest blessing of the country," Song Lao listened to Zhengji's words, and his eyes flashed with relief.

"The day after tomorrow, the U.S. side will come to negotiate, and they want you to participate by name," Liu Qingyun suddenly said to Zhengji.

"Shall I go or not?" Masaki did not expect the United States to make such a request.

Liu Qingyun glanced at Song Lao Ding and Lao Lao, nodded and said, "Go!" ”

"I can't let you be really angry and bear the grievances for the country, so this time I will find the "price" from the United States on behalf of the country and slaughter the United States well," Ding Lao said seriously as he looked at the political discipline.

"Then do you make a list and write down all the compensation we need," Masaki said jokingly, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Good way! When the time comes, you will take out the list and read them one by one to their representatives, and you will be angry with them! Ha ha! Song Lao slapped the table and said with a laugh.

"That's right! It can also be regarded as revenge for what they did to us when the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded China! Song Liang couldn't help but speak, as if he saw the scene of relieving his anger that day.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, although it was a joke, but a few people were really like children, and began to list the things they wanted to exploit the US imperialists under the moonlight, what aerospace technology, what F22 fighter detailed drawings and engine manufacturing methods, and wrote them one by one without hesitation.

Half an hour later, several people admired the list on the two sheets of paper and laughed in unison, and they even saw the black face of the US side on the day of the negotiations.

In the end, when Zhengji said goodbye, Song Lao sent him out of the door, and Zhengji looked at Song Lao's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and took the initiative to step forward.

"Song Lao, I know what you want to say, don't worry, as long as I live, Baohua Guoyun will live for a lifetime", Zhengji looked at Song Lao's old eyes and said word by word.

"Okay, okay, I know, you are a good boy, our country has just started, there may be many aspects that are not good enough, but you have to understand, always take care of it, after all, it is still young, give it a little more time, it will always become what we expect", Song Lao shook Zhengji's hand vigorously, and his tone carried a hint of heaviness.

"I will, rest early, Grandpa Song", Zhengji's title has changed, from Song Lao just now, to Grandpa Song.

When he returned home, he looked at the white lion, this guy hadn't seen him for a while, and he seemed to have gained weight again, but because of the weather, he looked a little listless, but he was still very happy to see Masaki, and he pulled his trouser leg one by one, as if to welcome his return.

"Well, after a while, I'll find you a daughter-in-law," Masaki smiled and patted the white lion's head and walked towards the door.

Entering the house, a familiar figure came into his eyes, the TV was on and playing the animal world, Zhao Zhongxiang's voice sounded in the living room, and Liu Lu leaned sideways, leaning on the sofa, breathing slowly and rhythmically, blushing, obviously asleep.

The smell of rice wafted through Masaki's nose, and on the kitchen table, the dishes were neatly arranged waiting for the owner to enjoy them.

A sumptuous dinner, a sleeping hostess, this scene, made Masaki's heart move slightly, and a feeling called concern and warmth came to his heart, this may be his own "home"!

walked lightly to Liu Lu's side, Zhengji quietly looked at the lovely person in front of her, she hadn't seen her for a few days, but she seemed to have lost some weight.

Suddenly, Zhengji noticed that the back of Liu Lu's hand was obviously red and swollen, as if it had been burned by something.

A trace of distress flashed in Zhengji's eyes, and he gently held the back of Liu Lu's hand and closed his eyes silently.

In the palm of his hand, a burst of heat surged, and when he moved away, the back of Liu Lu's hand had become as smooth as jade.

Zhengji raised his head, but opposite a pair of bright eyes, Liu Lu didn't know when he had woken up, looking at Zhengji sleepily, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally changed to a cheer and threw himself into Zhengji's arms.

"You're back!" Buried in Zhengji's broad chest, Liu Lu felt full of happiness and happiness, and his thoughts for many days seemed to be relieved at this moment.

"Hmm", Masaki stroked Liu Lu's hair, sniffing the smell of soft shampoo between her hair, no matter where she was, it felt good to be remembered.

"Didn't eat, hurry up, I've prepared dinner for you," Liu Lu seemed to remember something, raised his head from Zhengji's arms, and pulled Zhengji towards the kitchen.

"Well, try your craft," Facing Liu Lu, who was like a treasure, how could Zhengji bear to tell her that he had eaten, and obediently followed Liu Lu and walked to the dinner table.

"Come, try the rice that my roommate mailed from the Northeast," Liu Lu said with a sweet smile as she took a bowl of rice from the rice cooker.

Zhengji took it, took two mouthfuls of food, and gave a thumbs up, but saw Liu Lu lying on the opposite table staring at him blankly, as if he was fascinated, and he didn't eat.

"Why don't you eat it?" Masaki asked.

"I've eaten it, you can eat it", Liu Lu shook his head, still looking at Zhengji motionlessly.

"Something on my face?" Masaki is a little strange to look at.

"No, I'm just curious," Liu Lu changed his posture, his gaze not leaving political discipline.

"Curious about what?" Masaki asked.

"You run around outside every day, why is your face getting whiter and whiter, your skin is better than my girl!" Liu Lu couldn't help but stretch out her hand and touch Zhengji's face, which was as smooth as jade, which was quite enviable.

"I'm your little white face!" Zhengji suddenly grabbed Liu Lu's hand, stopped eating, picked up Liu Lu and walked towards the bedroom.

"You're going to be bad again! Eat first! Liu Lu's face was flushed, completely forgetting what she had just focused on.

"I think it's better to eat you first!" , Zhengji smiled, and closed the bedroom door casually in Liu Lu's begging for mercy.

After the madness, Liu Lu leaned on Zhengji's chest, drawing circles, and felt more and more that Zhengji's skin was as smooth as water, which made her a girl quite envious.

"No, your skin is better than mine now! Did you secretly use any cosmetics," Liu Lu became more and more unwilling the more she thought about it, and said as she leaned on Zhengji's chest and looked into his eyes.

Masaki rubbed her hair, he naturally knew what was going on with his skin, of course it wasn't something that cosmetics could do.

"Actually, the thing we loved just now can beautify the skin," Zhengji looked at Liu Lu evilly and said with bad intentions.

"Love something to love?" Liu Lu was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to react, and her face turned red.

"Politics! You're so bad! Bad apple! Big Bad! As she spoke, she hammered Masaki's chest with her small fist.

"I didn't know who called the big bad guy good brother just now!" Zhengji grabbed Liu Lu's pink fist and kissed her on the lips, blocking what she still wanted to say.

It was late at night, Liu Lu was already immersed in sleep, but Zhengji couldn't sleep, what happened in the past few days had interrupted Zhengji's originally expected life trajectory, so that he needed to reorganize his future life.

Perhaps it confirms the sentence "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility", with the strengthening of his ability, unconsciously, whether he is willing or unwilling, his interests have been invisibly tied to the country, which makes him have an unreal feeling, and he is also a little at a loss.

Sometimes, he even thinks of the American superhero blockbusters he once watched, the Avengers, Spider-Man, Superman, the heroes with various superpowers in the movies, how similar is his current situation to them, and how do they deal with themselves? Get away with murder? Or as a presence that sustains justice?

It is true that there are many things that you can do now, but there are also many things that you cannot do, as long as you live in the big family of society, if you want to maintain such a life, you must accept the rules and framework of society.

Masaki doesn't know, he even once thought about whether to overthrow the world's regime, don't doubt whether he has this ability, since Jesus was able to establish a sect with billions of believers thousands of years ago, then he has so many abilities in the eyes of ordinary people, it can be said that it is easy for him to establish a sect.

In this world, once a person has extraordinary abilities, then he will face nothing more than two extremes, fear or worship, people do not want to see something stronger than themselves, they will subconsciously see it as a threat and heresy, and the other will completely see it as a miracle.