Chapter 830 Accompany you!

An office with a thick and majestic body was smoky and the windows were locked.

The sky was already dark, and closing the curtains made the whole office gloomy and obscure. It gives rise to a subtle sense of suffocation.

Tick.

Tick.

On the silver-gray walls, the wall clock ticks. Like a human heart beating.

There are two people in the office. One of them was about sixty years old. He had a cigarette between his fingers, but he seemed to have forgotten to smoke it. Just stared at the young man opposite with an indifferent face.

The old man was dressed in an earthy brown suit, but he was wearing a military coat over it. The whole person doesn't look very imposing. But there was a strong sense of oppression in those radiant eyes. Perhaps because he had just been angry, his breathing was a little rapid. Even the cigarette butt in his hand was a little deformed.

If the old man's guard saw him like this, he was afraid that he would take three steps back, and he would not dare to breathe. But the young man sitting opposite stared at the old man with a cold expression. Not only did not take a step back, but there was an urge to argue again.

The young man was masculine and straight, with thick black hair neatly trimmed. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is his dark eyes. It's not like Brother Xiaolin's pretend-forced goods, which exudes deliberate melancholy from time to time. Very energetic and sunny. It's very pleasant to look at.

He was also in a mood swing just now. So at the moment, even the sitting posture has become aggressive. The cigarette between the fingers has burned to the end. But he didn't care about it. Still staring at the old man. Refuses to admit defeat.

"Whew-"

The old man suddenly relaxed, and extinguished the cigarette between his fingers. He took out another cigarette case from the table and paused, but looked at the young man and asked, "Do you want more?" ”

"Nonsense." The young man threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray with precision. But it was a cloud of soot. There is a little contamination on the old man's body.

"You kid—" The old man shook his head with a wry smile, threw the young man a cigarette, lit it himself, and narrowed his eyes to scan the young man. "You should know that Ye Long's matter has angered a lot of people."

"Yes." The young man nodded.

"I know he's your brother." The old man skillfully flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said slowly. "But you also know that some things are predestined. He knew what the outcome would be before he left. Now there is a sudden disturbance. Do you think he can take advantage of it? ”

"I can't." The young man shook his head.

"And you're going to join in?" The old man asked with a little displeasure.

"If you don't pay attention, you won't participate?" The young man raised his eyebrows and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Then the world will be fine."

"Strong words!" The old man scolded.

The young man lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head again and said, "Old thing, how many battles have you fought in your life?" ”

"Not much." The old man shook his head. "At my age, the only way to participate in it is the Vietnam War. It's your grandfather's glory. ”

"When your comrade-in-arms died, how did you feel?" The young man asked grimly.

The old man stared at the young man in a trance, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

He is not an old man who likes to express his feelings. Even in the face of his own son, he doesn't like to rely on the old and sell the old. That's why my son can be his friend. But if he doesn't like to express his feelings, it doesn't mean that he has no emotions. He has. Especially when the young man deliberately uncovered the wound, he was emotionally agitated.

After a while, the old man calmed down and said calmly, "Don't mention anything else yet." Are you confident that you will convince the dragon? ”

"Nope." The young man shook his head.

"So what do you think I can do?" The old man said.

"Do as much as you can." The young man said.

"Phew!" The old man scolded. "You're going to drag me into the water, right?"

"Lao Tzu is your son!" The book was auctioned. "What's wrong with wiping my ass!?"

The old man asked curiously, taking a silent puff on his cigarette with a strange expression. "Aren't you afraid of affecting your future? You have to understand that after training those little cubs, you can go the other way. With my support, your end will be higher than mine. ”

"And then be a turtle grandson like you?" Moshu despised the Tao.

"!" The old man also took the case, and said unhappily. "Do you still know that you are the son of Lao Tzu? Clean your mouth for Lao Tzu! ”

Moshu shrugged. Nor does it refute.

The old man blew his beard and stared, weighed left and right for a long time, sat down and said, "It's no problem to help you." But you have to promise me one thing. ”

"What?" Mo Shu's heart jumped. Not happy, but worried.

Before he looked for the old guy, he expected that the old guy would not refuse. But if you don't refuse, you can't refuse or not, there must be conditions.

As early as the age of eight, he knew that old things don't help themselves for no reason.

"Exit the Heavenly Sword." The old man said word for word.

"What!?" Moshu was shocked. Staring incredulously at the old man in his chair. Incomprehensible. "You didn't object at the time."

"It's because I don't have enough chips to convince you." The old man refilled his cigarette and said. "Now there is. Isn't it? ”

Mo Shu sat down limply, smoking a cigarette with a grim face. No more openings.

He knew what the old man meant.

From the very beginning, he was not very in favor of entering the Heavenly Sword by himself. On the one hand, they are afraid of affecting their future. After all, to work in such a unit, or to run errands. Speaking of it, it may be a beautiful place. But in the eyes of the old man, it was a typical thankless task. On the other hand, the old man is the standard neutral - he is not Liu Wen, he is the person who stands at the top of the country. Maybe it can't be like the single-digit bigwigs in that small circle who can close the door and make decisions on state affairs. Available in military systems. There are really few people who can have such a lot of authority as him. Except for the total boss.

He is neutral. It's character. It has nothing to do with moral responsibility. When the country needs him, he can also rush out as soon as possible. It's like thirty years ago. But he doesn't like to fight inwardly. Of course, he didn't oppose the Heavenly Sword like the Dragon, and even, he admired the practice of approving his son, the Heavenly Sword. A country always needs this force to do something exciting. It's like this shark slaughter plan. But in the same way, in a country, can everyone go and play infighting? There are always people who are indifferent and silent. The old man belongs to this type.

He is like this, and he wants his son to be like this. After all, he is such a son. It's really going to be a fire one day. Even if it is him, he may not be able to save his son's future.

After all, this contest is the top. Rao is his onlookers, and the onlookers are terrified. Covered in cold sweat.

Mo Shu stared at the old guy opposite. Look at his old face, mottled gray hair, and increasingly rickety back. My heart was slightly sour.

Since the last time I left home, I have been going home less and less often in recent years. I can count the number of times I drank and farted with the old guy. He still remembers being disobedient when he was a child, and this old thing could always beat his nose and face to be swollen. It's a lot of strength. But now, I'm afraid that if I take the initiative to beat him, he doesn't have the strength, right?

Rubbing his nose, Mo Shu grabbed the cigarette case on the table, lit one, and took a deep breath. Said softly: "Two out of sixty?" ”

"Hmm." The old man nodded slightly and quipped. "In a few years, it's time for me to retire."

"Planning to retire with honor?" Mo Shu said with a smile.

"Those who retire honorably usually have a bleak old age. If you can keep a low profile, keep a low profile. The old man said with a smile. How's that, promise? As long as you promise to quit the Heavenly Sword. You Lao Tzu and I will go up the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot. This time it will also give you a lot of face. ”

"Don't. I'm afraid you'll not be happy if it's too big. Mo Shu shook his head slightly, and said meaningfully. Again, do what you can. If you can't do it, don't force it. I don't want to go home in the future and see you sad every day, like a deep resentful woman. ”

"You kid-" The old man pointed at him with a kind face, "can't you be more respectful to you?" ”

"Can you stand it?" Mo Shu asked rhetorically.

"Haha." The old man laughed. Slowly got up and said. "Call your friend in."

"Hmm." Mo Shu got up and opened the door, and Ye Long, who was waiting in the living room, beckoned in.

"Chief—"

"No need to salute." The old man waved his hand. "I heard from the book of Morr, that there is something wrong with your right hand. How are you recovering? ”

"Thank you for your concern! OK. Ye Long said with an awe-inspiring expression.

The old man paced to Ye Long, raised his right hand and patted Ye Long a few times, and said with emotion: "Forget it." Your dad and I are still comrades-in-arms. After a pause, the old man sighed. I can understand your feelings. I'm concerned about this as well. You let it go. I won't sit idly by and watch what I can. But you also have to be clear. This time, you can't do it in the name of Heavenly Sword. Even if Heavenly Sword agreed with it, it only silently supported it. So -- are you ready to fight this protracted war? Do you have the confidence to win? ”

Ye Long's figure was stunned, and a hint of brightness flashed in his bright eyes: "There is no big deal except death." I'm not even afraid of death. What else is scary? ”

"Haha, ambitious!" The old man smiled heartily. "You young people talk. I'm going to make a couple of side dishes. Stay for dinner and have two drinks with me. ”

"Yes. Heads! Ye Long said.

After the old man went out, Mo Shu patted Ye Long on the shoulder, handed him a cigarette and said, "You girl, why did you suddenly become restrained?" Take it easy. My old man said to help, then he wouldn't talk about it. ”

Ye Long's body softened, and a thick look of exhaustion appeared on his face. The bloodshot eyes were slightly red and swollen, he lit a cigarette, his right hand hung weakly on his thigh, and muttered: "I used to carry guns and guns on missions, and I was never afraid of bullets, and I didn't feel tired." At most, someone will be shot and blown up. This time I came back for half a month, ran a lot of places, and asked for a lot of leaders. has been perfunctory and ridiculed. Very few are willing to come forward, and the most are closed. Rubbing his eyebrows, Ye Long let out a puff of smoke and said hoarsely. When the relevant documents come down, the Tiger Battalion will be disbanded. You say, "I can't get a name for them?" How will you face them in the future? ”

Mo Shu looked sadly at the super soldier nicknamed the Crazy Dragon, known to everyone in the military, who was so lonely, walked up in two steps, put his arm around his shoulders, and said heavily: "Be a brother, accompany you to carry it." ”

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