Since ancient times, Yanjing is the most prosperous place in China, its city history can be traced back to 3,000 years ago, and its name has been successively called Jicheng, Yandu, Dadu, Beiping, and Shuntianfu.

From the pre-Qin period to modern times, after thousands of years of cultural precipitation, today's Yanjing has become an international metropolis and the capital of China.

Yan Murong stood on the side of the road with his canvas bag full of country atmosphere with a helpless face, looking at the butt of the fiery red Porsche that rode away, and smiled bitterly.

Recalling the look of an idiot when the woman drove him out of the car just now, he felt that he was aggrieved and wanted to die.

People are walking well on the side of the road, so you have to pull them into the car to show you the way.

kindly asked if you were sick, and was glared at by you again.

Well, stare at it, who called it someone's car - but why did the woman, after hearing that she was going to Xinhuamen, stop on the side of the road with a sudden brake, and then ruthlessly drive herself down?

Forget it when he came down, Yan Murong felt that he was a dignified seven-foot man, and he didn't have to worry about a woman.

The problem is that he said to borrow two yuan from her to take the bus, but she didn't hear it, and after the motor made a roar, all she was left with was the butt of the car that was getting farther and farther away.

"Don't let me see you again, or I'll have to prick you in the face and turn you into an ugly wretch." Yan Murong looked at the sports car that had disappeared into the traffic and swore a poisonous oath.

Those who should complain have also complained, and the poisonous oath that should have been sworn has also been made, the road is still under the feet, the destination has not been reached, and we have to move on.

Fortunately, he had already run more than half the distance, and Yan Murong didn't have to walk long before he arrived in front of Xinhua Gate.

Two tall and mighty warriors stood at the gate like javelins, with tall bodies and resolute eyes, coupled with the five big characters of "serving the people" inscribed by Mao Taizu in the gate, there is a solemn atmosphere here all the time.

Yan Murong walked over with his bag on his shoulder, but was stopped by Brother Bing who was standing guard.

"Big brother, you're new here, it wasn't the two of you eight years ago." Without waiting for Brother A Bing to speak, Yan Murong grinned, revealing eight neat little white teeth and laughing.

Brother A Bing was stunned by Yan Murong's headless words-what is this kid doing? Is there something wrong with your brain or is it here to find fault? This is Xinhuamen, and finding fault is about the same as finding death.

"Don't get me wrong." Yan Murong saw Brother A Bing staring at him like a cat staring at a mouse, and hurriedly explained. "I'm Yan Murong."

Yan Murong? Who is Yan Murong? Haven't heard of it.

Brother Bing wanted to kick the inexplicable young man in front of him with the soles of his military boots, but as a soldier in Huaxia, his good education and quality made him dispel this idea.

"I'm sorry, comrade." Brother A Bing saluted Yan Murong and said. "Please get out of here."

"But I'm going home." Yan Murong said embarrassedly.

"Then please go home, it's getting late now, and the family will be worried about you." Brother Bing kindly reminded.

"I want to go back, but I can't."

"Comrade, if there is anything you need help with, you can tell me." As he spoke, Brother A Bing actually took out a hundred-yuan bill from his trouser pocket and handed it to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong was suddenly moved to death or alive - look, look at our Chinese warriors, how good their hearts are.

Moved for a while, Yan Murong didn't take the money, looked at Brother A Bing and said. "Big brother, I'm not short of money - it's just that I don't have money for the time being, and I can't go home because you're stopping me."

The two Ah Bing brothers glanced at each other, and then looked at Yan Murong at the same time - they felt that this kid was here to find trouble.

"Two big brothers, I'm not sick in the head." Yan Murong explained, fumbling through the pocket of his jacket for a while before handing over his ID card.

"Yan Murong."

"Yes, that's me." Yan Murong pointed to his nose and showed a smile that was enough to make women as young as eight and eighty years old swoon.

"The name is somewhat familiar." Brother Bing looked at Yan Murong suspiciously, and muttered.

"My dad is Yan Canghai." Seeing that Brother A Bing was still thinking about it, in order not to let the soldiers of the motherland waste too many brain cells, he had no choice but to learn from those spelling fathers to report his father's name.

"Yan Canghai." Brother Bing was even more confused. "It's a more familiar name."

He couldn't remember, but the other was shocked.

Yan Canghai, my God, isn't this the same name as the secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection? The surname Yan was originally a small surname, and the father of this young man was called Yan Canghai, and he was also called Yan Murong.

Suddenly, Brother Bing's face changed, and he immediately stood up straight and saluted Yan Murong. "Hello, little chief."

This time, Yan Murong was a little overwhelmed.

"This, big brother, can I go in?" Yan Murong asked.

"I'm sorry, little chief, but we still need to call to confirm your identity." After speaking, Brother A Bing turned around and entered the duty room, grabbed the phone and dialed out, said a few words into the phone, and looked at the ID card in his hand, then hung up the phone and ran to Yan Murong again to salute.

"Little chief, you can go in."

"Thank you, thank you both." Yan Murong politely thanked him, then picked up his bag and walked inside.

Although he has been away for nearly eight years, the road here is no longer familiar, even if his eyes are closed, he can find his home.

In less than five minutes, when Yan Murong saw the familiar two-story building, he was angry in his heart, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Just as I was thinking about who the first person I would see when I went in, and what I should say, the door of the small building opened from the inside, and then, a beautiful woman wearing casual clothes at home and showing a mature charm ran out with her shoes off.

Before Yan Murong could react, he hugged Yan Murong.

"Son, you're finally back, you little one who has suffered a thousand knives, where have you run away in the past eight years, you're worried about your dead mother. Woooooo ”

The woman couldn't help but cry as she spoke.

Yan Murong hugged the woman in a panic and said with a wry smile. "Mom, it's not that I won't come back, it's that the old man won't let me come back-and, besides, I'm in my twenties, can you stop calling me son?"

"Stinky boy, what's wrong with your son, even if you become an old man, you are also my son." Guo Wanjun looked at Yan Murong with sobs, turned around and shouted into the villa. "Old swallow, come out quickly, our son is back."

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