In the middle of the night, a regiment commander in his thirties and a political commissar in his fifties and nearly 60s stood side by side, their eyes falling on the barracks area of the 142nd Regiment.

"Bo Xuan, we will not be partners in the future, my brother will say a few words to you.

You've been very calm, you've been aggressive lately, and you shouldn't be like this.

Look at those hairy boys! Who you are, who are their commanders, who should be the most stable to give the most correct orders. ”

Ye Boxuan pursed his lips tightly.

"Boxuan, don't work ......too hard" Zhai Yuanfang persuaded Ye Boxuan to control his emotions, but his own eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't say anything else.

He choked and patted Ye Boxuan on the shoulder: "We are all leaving the 142nd regiment, Gao Sheng, happy event!" I was reluctant to ......," Zhai Yuanfang wiped his nose vigorously.

Ye Boxuan's eyes turned red, and he suddenly turned around and hugged Zhai Yuanfang, his voice trembled: "Brother, thank you, thank you for so many years." At this moment, Ye Boxuan's feelings were exposed.

Zhai Yuanfang went to the General Staff Headquarters, but he was still a staff officer, and he was promoted to one level.

With a paper order, Ye Boxuan went to the operational command of the Kyoto Military Region, and was appointed as the deputy minister of the command, and the officer was promoted to one level.

Ye Boxuan used his military exploits from birth to death, and in his best years, he stepped into the position of regiment commander at a rare age in his twenties.

As the head of the 142nd Regiment, he sat for seven years.

There is a kind of self-improvement called light.

Zhai Yuanfang is known for being sophisticated and spicy, he cooperates, supports, and is willing to be Ye Boxuan's behind-the-scenes staff.

There is a kind of guidance called direction.

When the whole group of the 142nd Regiment learned the news, Ye Boxuan and Zhai Yuanfang gave the last and most unclear order.

"All of them! Normal training! ”

"Yes. What are you all supposed to do? ”

Seven years ago, Ye Boxuan stood in front of the soldiers, like a javelin. staring at the so-called selected elites with disdain.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the regiment commander at that time was like a big monster with fangs, and he had to train them to become Iron Man.

Seven years later, they understood the good intentions of the regiment commander, and understood why he followed them across the snowfield, drilled trees, and kept increasing the difficulty of field training.

Seven years ago, Zhai Yuanfang was an old fox in the hearts of the soldiers.

Seven years later, the old fox was really old, and he smiled wrinkledly. Kind like an old father. It's like he would talk to homesick soldiers at night.

When the two jeeps drove out of the 142nd regiment, Ye Boxuan and Zhai Yuanfang shouted angrily at the same time:

"Nonsense!"

The swarthy faces, one by one, stood on the side of the road leading to Kyoto, guarding in the most standard military posture.

The starter waives the flag. Ma Dashan, Liu Xingtian, Wang Jianshu and other battalion commanders who should have been trained in the field. shouted in unison with the loudest voices:

"To the head of the regiment, the political commissar. Salute! ”

……

Ye Boxuan stepped on the accelerator violently, and after a while, he threw the car behind him without a trace.

"Dad. What's wrong with my Uncle Ye? He didn't seem to be happy. ”

Zhai Yuanfang smoked a cigarette and glanced sideways at his eldest son: "Alas! He was not happy. In seven years, the 142nd Regiment has not let go of a single shot, but your father and I and your Uncle Ye have been promoted. ”

The old woman from Zhai Yuanfang smiled coquettishly: "Dad, I can go to Kyoto with my brother to study." Why aren't you happy about your promotion? ”

"Because, ah, we are reluctant to bring out the regiment with our own hands. It's a shame that I didn't take them to gallop on the field. If possible, I want to be that political commissar for the rest of my life, and your Uncle Ye will be the head of the regiment. ”

……

Regarding the news that Ye Boxuan was transferred back to the Kyoto Military Region, Xia even knew about it earlier than Ye Boxuan.

Hearing Ye Zhiqing's pretending to inadvertently mention the order, the summer was uneventful on the surface, but in fact, he was really touched in his heart.

She didn't believe that there was no father-in-law's handwriting here, because Ye Boxuan was really too ruthless, and Zhai Yuanfang couldn't suppress it silently, I'm afraid that her father-in-law was afraid that Ye Boxuan would do something......

She listened to her mother-in-law and Ye Boting keep asking Ye Zhiqing, but she got up and took the children upstairs.

I don't know in the summer, her current state made Ye Zhiqing look sideways, made Song Yaping sigh at her back, and made Ye Boting snort coldly: "My brother deserves it!" ”

Busy in the summer, she grabbed Wang Lotus as a strong man, made schoolbags with Xiaomao, counted the accounts, and calculated when her father would be dispatched, not only to go to school and study, but also to run around the alley from time to time to observe the general situation outside.

She still has to persuade: "Sister-in-law, resign, my mother-in-law and I have already said, what are you doing with that little money?" ”

"For your brother's face! Dual-income workers have face! Without him, I would have quit a long time ago! ”

"Face is the insole! You have to take care of the moon buds, take care of the winter child, stay up until midnight every day, there is no point in making money! ”

Xiaomao pretended to be weak, and looked at Xia Qiu like a little kitten who needed to be comforted: "Brother Qiu, what should I do?" You're the head of the family, give me an idea. ”

Xia Qiu squinted his eyes, pinched his waist with both hands, and circled around the living room, it was an iron rice bowl, other people's heads were sharpened, and his family Mao and his sister were going to resign, hey, it was so embarrassing.

Finally, Xia Qiu looked back at Xiao Mao's thin face, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet:

"Your appetite is bitter, so you can't toss it. If you don't go, you won't go. But Mao, what about the old money, don't smash it. ”

……

On this day, Summer put down her books, ran to the yard to take a look at the two children digging insects, looked at the sun, rolled up her arms and sleeves and started making schoolbags with a sewing machine.

Song Yaping was angry as soon as she entered the house.

She had just gotten off the operating table, and although it was evening outside, it was still hot, and she was already tired, and when she entered the house, she was irritated when she saw the rags in the living room.

"This Bo Xuan is about to go home. If you don't make some good food and drink, forget it, the children are thrown in the yard, and there is a cellar and a water tank, why is your heart so big?! ”

Tilting her neck to drain a glass of water, Song Yaping scolded and was still angry, went around to Summer's side, and tapped the sewing machine with her fingers:

"Our family lacks your two money? What are you poor tossing about? It's really that the poorer you are, the more you can toss around!

If you don't do a good job, you will waste time in a good university! I just saw the hawker taken away! ”

Summer raised her eyelids and looked at Song Yaping's eyes with plain eyes: "Mom, because I am poor, I have to toss." ”

Song Yaping was choked with anger, how long has it been since she talked back this summer, and she is sick again!

"What do you mean? Let me tell you, in the summer, you listen to me, if you finish doing it and go out to sell these things, in case someone is caught and loses the face of my Ye family, I don't care about you! I really can't afford to lose people with you, the Ye family has less to eat and drink? You're going to do these things that people look down on?! ”

"Mom, I'll go out. I'll wait until I get back to bathe the two children. ”

In the summer, as if she hadn't heard Song Yaping say anything, she packed a few finished bags and rode her bicycle to Xia Qiu's ......

Ye Boxuan entered the house and did not see the summer ......

Later, there will be Lingchatan and Shi Bi plus more, and today there are four more.

The foot is broken, the left foot is swollen into a steamed bun, this time I have to be honest and codeword, woo, let a clever and playful cute woman pretend to be one, two, three wooden people, so difficult...... (To be continued.) )