Just go, I can't wait to fill everyone's heart. It is the endless longing after a long absence from home, and it is also the warm sustenance after the test of life and death.

The black bear hurriedly made an appointment with Nighthawk, saying that he must be waiting for him at home. Everyone picked up a qiē that was so simple that they could take it all away with just one hand, and got into the car left for them by Lao Zhou at the door.

Although the soldier's stabbing wound was not yet healed, the kid also hurried home with a lot of noise. In fact, everyone knows that he didn't go home for the sake of going home, he lacked the strength of his heart, and he was no better than his mouth. He went home, and it was mainly to take Monroe back to recognize the door.

But looking at Monroe's delicate and sweet energy, no one wants to say it, beautiful things should only be appreciated, and it is not interesting to say anything.

The two off-road vehicles flew towards the capital airport at a high speed, and everyone's route was different. Black bears and yaksha don't need to get on a plane. The three of them were fine, and they took care of the military stab and were injured, so they divided the two off-road vehicles with military plates.

The soldiers hugged each other at the gate of the airport, lamenting the personnel changes and the passage of time, and being able to return home again turned out to be after nine deaths, which made them cherish the time they could hug each other even more.

Sent away the black bear and the yaksha. Nighthawk also nagged Monroe to take good care of the thorns, and sternly warned the thorns to treat Monroe well.

With a hippie smile, he sent off the last parting comrade. Looking at the off-road vehicle in the distance, Nighthawk couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Let's go, Captain, it's time to go." Mengfei reminded in a whisper beside him. He knew that Nighthawk wasn't watching the thorns, because the car was long gone. But he couldn't guess, so he could only deal with it carefully.

Nighthawk nodded, and kicked into the car without looking back, and after Mengfei got into the car, he only said to the driver: "Drive", and then there was no more words, and the silence was like a sculpture.

Nighthawk's heart is actually very complicated. For so many years, he had not been home, both eager and afraid. The paradise of childhood play, the hut hidden by the green willows, has now become the biggest pain in his heart.

Every time I wake up in a dream, I am wet with tears, and tears are added. So he has been forcing himself to forget jì and forget jì's secretive past. He has created a new self, a great shell strong enough to defeat the evil of the world!

But as Lao Zhou said, his innocence is still in that hut, and he has to be retrieved. Otherwise, he would not be a complete person, but just a wretched creature living in the shadows and hurting himself.

"Captain, tell me about your family." may have felt that the whole car was too boring, and Mengfei said as if he had nothing to say.

"Yes! My home! Nighthawk fell silent. Home, what it looks like! He really forgot about it. Memories have long been filled with hatred and pain, and the traces of leaving home inch by inch like a cocoon. When I look back on the past, I can't remember home.

Nighthawk smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't remember, I haven't been back for too long." ”

The mine glared at Meng Fei fiercely, thinking to himself that you really can't open a pot of two hundred and five, how can you stab a virtue with the army. Meng Fei saw that he had invisibly caused another small disaster, so he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and shut up.

The whole journey was spent in silence, only the driver's radio was turned on, changing the music with different tunes. The occasional broadcast of a song can awaken everyone's most dusty feelings and make everyone hum along softly.

Nighthawk's home is far away, in a small town in the south. Starting from the capital, they drove for three days to arrive. Along the way, I slept in the open and ate some steamed buns when I was hungry. Tired, the car stopped on the side of the road, and the four of them fell asleep with their clothes down.

On several occasions, it even attracted the attention of the patrolling police. The vigilant policeman looked at a car of strangely moving people, whose beards were almost connected to their eyebrows and snorted and snoring. I thought it was a wandering criminal who had absconded somewhere, but this caused a lot of laughable misunderstandings. However, after the matter is resolved, they will always get the most sincere blessings from the police, which is also the most heart-warming moment.

On the morning of the third day, the three of them, who had traveled for many days, finally cheered up at Nighthawk's words.

"When I arrived, the small town in front of me is my hometown." Nighthawk said this, and his heart was so worried, like a child who had made a mistake, and was finally discovered by his parents. is about to face the severe punishment of the supreme authority of his parents, and his heart is like dropping fifteen buckets.

The small city is hidden among the green mountains and green waters, which is very similar to a scene in a painting. The southern part of the country is mountainous and wooded. From a distance, the small city seems to be integrated with the green mountains behind it, but it is just an extension of the mountains to the world.

A crystal clear river flows slowly in front of the town, and its source is deep in the mysterious and endless mountains.

Mine was so happy that he couldn't help but praise loudly: "It's really a good place!" What a view! Captain, what a brilliant man! No wonder you are such a civil and military all-rounder. ”

Listening to Landmine's undisguised praise, Nighthawk only forced a smile. But in my heart, I thought, if my father is still alive, he must be much higher than my achievements, he is a great person.

There is a small bridge over the river, although it is located in a border area, the traffic is blocked, and the economy is underdeveloped. But there are a lot of people coming and going. The dealers who carried the burden walked happily towards the city, carrying heavy goods, with the worldly dream of making a good profit, and facing every passerby with twelve points of spirit.

The town is a typical ancient building, with a boxy city wall firmly enclosing a small city at the foot of the mountain. The bluestone-paved ancient road goes straight through the city gate and extends towards the center of the city.

Although it is old, Nighthawk has not returned for more than ten years. In Nighthawk's eyes, the town has already changed dramatically. Many new buildings have been erected to replace the old and dilapidated brick houses. On both sides of the road, there are many markets, and various restaurants waft out the enticing aroma of rice. The neon lights are not idle even in broad daylight, sparkling and various LED billboards! It shows the prosperity of the town.

Nighthawk carefully recalled the original road, and took the wrong road several times before gradually touching the small river in front of his house. Nighthawk sighed a lot! My mind is so heavy, but who cares. The city continues to develop, and no one will remember his father's exploits and deeds for a long time, so why should he have so many burdens?

With a sigh, Nighthawk felt a lot brighter! Yes, he just cares too much about the past and worries about it. So, he is not yet the best and most calm commander.

Old Zhou's intentions are obvious, he wants Nighthawk to return to his hometown. Untie this knot with your own hands many years ago. His indecision and tolerance for things is the greatest threat to the entire team. Lao Zhou hopes that there will never be another failure like Fusang, which is also a pain that their current ability and spiritual level cannot bear.

Looking at Nighthawk's furlen brow, Landmine and Mengfei smiled knowingly. They thought that no matter how hard the nighthawk beaked, when he really arrived at his hometown, all his troubles and unhappiness would disappear.

"Captain, where is your home? Take us to see it, we're all hungry. Touching his shriveled stomach, Mengfei said exaggeratedly.

"Hehe, you devil who can't fill your stomach, didn't you just eat two steamed buns just now! It's just ahead, not far away, but no one has lived in it for more than ten years since I left here! I'm sure I'm going to die dirty, and I won't be able to entertain you. Later, I'll invite you to go out into the streets and eat our specialties. Nighthawk reassured.

Turning his head and looking at the bluestone path under his feet, Nighthawk smiled slightly, and silently said to himself in his heart, "It's finally back again." ”

Lift your leg and walk forward. He had a kind of urgency, and he really wanted to see what was going on with his home. At this time, there is still a feeling of returning home. The mine and Mengfei hurriedly followed, and before leaving, they did not forget to tell the driver to guard it well.

The victim driver rolled his eyes at the two of them, and thought angrily to Mengfei, who took care of him as a child: "You still need to say this, Lao Tzu can still run away." ”

Hurry up to keep up with the Nighthawk, but suddenly you find it. Nighthawk froze ahead, stupidly never going again.

"Captain? What's wrong? Can't find a home? Landmine asked suspiciously, he hadn't come back for so many years. I took the wrong road several times just now, and now I don't know how to go back, it's also possible.

But Nighthawk just didn't speak, his eyes stared at the front, and Landmine and Mengfei looked curiously at Nighthawk's gaze. I saw that at the corner of the road ahead, in front of an antique hut, many people were gathering to watch the excitement. From time to time, hoarse howls and heavy sighs came from the crowd around them, and I didn't know what was going on.

"That's my home." Nighthawk suddenly said with a confused face, "What's going on?" How could there be so many people? He seemed to be talking to himself, he had been away from home for so many years, how could he come back, but there were so many people at the door of his house, listening to the noise in the crowd, as if someone was fighting.

"Then go up and take a look, don't anything happen." The mine hurriedly said, and the three of them hurried forward.

At this moment, the small bluestone road has been blocked by the crowd of onlookers, and people are still crowding here. The Nighthawks separated the group with great difficulty, and squeezed to the front, wanting to see what was going on.

"Ahh Yes! Stop it. I won't dare next time, stop fighting, please. A man with a bloody face and torn clothes was kneeling and begging for mercy with tears in his eyes.

Bang. A kick was slammed into the kneeling man's head, and a bald man with a fierce face stepped forward and said in the same vicious voice: "Is there a next time?" I'm going to scrap you today and let everyone know. What is the fate of offending my fifth master, brothers, give me a beating. ”

As soon as the sharp voice fell, the thugs around the bald head who seemed to be minions rushed up. The punches and kicks kicked the man on the ground to the ground. Seeing that he could not beg for mercy, the poor man could only shrink to the ground, and his whole body was curled up as best he could, trying his best to protect his head and vital parts. At first glance, he is often beaten, and he is already familiar with the way.

Nighthawk only heard the people around him talking. Some people say it should be, some people say it's pitiful, and some people say it's evil, but the vast majority of people are scolding their bald hands for being too black. If you owe some money and fight like this, then you have to offend him, so I don't know what to do.

Discussion is discussion, but no one comes forward to help. Nighthawk looked at the arrogant and arrogant appearance of the bald head, obviously a bully, and everyone was very jealous of his notoriety.

What's even more infuriating is that this guy actually beat someone in front of his own house. This made Nighthawk, who had just ignited a strong desire for home, a fire ignited deep in his heart! Isn't that a blockage?

The man on the ground always protected his head and face, and his body had been hit by countless feet. A thug saw that it was okay to fight no matter how he hit, and he turned around in anger and picked up a wooden stick, raised it above his head with great force, and was about to smash it into the head of the man who fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his hand. On closer inspection, the wooden stick in his hand suddenly disappeared as if by magic, leaving only his hands in an arc in the air. Like a fool, the crowd of onlookers around him burst into laughter. This surprise is not small, and it will be hellish in broad daylight.

But when the ruffian looked closely, the wooden stick was held in the hand of a handsome man who appeared out of nowhere beside him. At this moment, he is looking at him grimly.

The thug was furious in his heart and shouted: "Are you kid looking for death, dare to meddle in your affairs, who are you?" ”

It was the Nighthawk who was holding the stick, and he couldn't stand it, so in a fit of rage, he snatched it from him. It's so fast that even the thugs themselves don't know it.

Hearing the thug's question, the corner of Nighthawk's mouth just smiled coldly, and he snorted lightly: "Ask me who I am, hmph, I'm the one in charge of you." ”