Qiao Shan sat in his study, crossed Erlang's legs, absentmindedly looking at the newspaper in his hand, and the singing voice from the stereo that his daughter jokingly called the music of the elderly was far less than the busy sound of his wife chopping vegetables and stir-frying vegetables in the kitchen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time has passed, Qiao Shan is no longer the big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions in the past, but a flat-headed person living in the downtown area, with a monthly salary of less than 3,000, after work, he walked to the vegetable market to buy some fresh ingredients, and went home to cook some home-cooked dishes for his wife, but he also ate deliciously, just like this ordinary life, others look bland, only Qiao Shan himself can taste the taste, this taste is too good, so Wang Li personally invited Qiao Shan to take care of the industry of the Yuan Rescue Association, Qiao Shan refused without thinking about it.

Qiao Shan used to have a friend, obviously Hunan people but don't like to eat Hunan cuisine, the most like to eat Huaiyang cuisine, when Qiao Shan asked, he said: "Only people who have not experienced strong winds and waves like to pursue excitement, only people who have really experienced all kinds of drastic changes will know that ordinary is true." The taste of my food is similar to this, others only think that Hunan cuisine has a heavy taste, and it is addictive to eat, and it is difficult to quit, but people like me, who are used to eating Hunan cuisine and grew up, like the freshness of Huaiyang cuisine. ”

At that time, Qiao Shan didn't understand very much, the habit he had developed over the years had long since become instinct, how could he say that he would throw it away, if it was really that easy, how could there be so many Guizhou people who left their hometown and took out the old godmother in boxes every year. Later, Qiao Shan understood that sometimes he had experienced too much, tired, and tired, but he liked this kind of blandness without change.

As the first batch of survivors of Yuanjiang who got a visa to go out, when he left Yuanjiang two months ago and came to Nandu, Qiao Shan really had a feeling of reliving his life. In the past, all the ordinary things were full of freshness, even if it was sweeping the floor and washing dishes, even if it was splicing a canvas hanger bought for 60 yuan on Taobao, even if it was the price of cutting down the few yuan when buying vegetables in the vegetable market, it was full of joy of life.

"Ready to eat."

The cry of his wife came from the kitchen, Qiao Shan threw the newspaper in his hand on the table, got up to help with the dishes, and the two lovely daughters rushed out of the bedroom, cheering, the happiest time of the family every day is when they have dinner, every time they eat a fragrant and hot meal, they seem to have received a gift from God.

"Wash your hands first!" Qiao Shan deliberately straightened his face and pointed to the bathroom.

The two little loli pursed their lips, obediently walked to the bathroom to turn on the faucet, and carefully washed their hands with water and hand sanitizer.

Because it has not been cleaned for a long time, the mobile phone is very dirty, this is Qiao Shan's idea, if you wash your hands first and then look at the mobile phone, then this is considered a vain wash, so Qiao Shan opened the mobile phone and found that the number of messages in the Yuanjiang compatriots super QQ group 9 group has become 99+ in a short period of time, which is really a strange thing. Most of the people in Qiao Shanjia's QQ group are middle-aged and elderly, and the number of times they use mobile phones is not as frequent as that of young people, and they are not used to chatting and blowing water in the QQ group, usually this group is quiet, but this time hundreds of messages jumped out in a few seconds, and a premonition rose in Qiao Shan's heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

When I opened the QQ group, the chat interface had been swiped by a picture, and everyone was sending this picture to the group. The motif is a cross-shaped white sword with a pitch black background and a line of small white letters engraved underneath.

[Compatriots, war is coming, the motherland needs us! 】

Below this line of small white characters, there is also a line of block letters with a smaller font: [Voluntary participants, please forward this map to any Yuanjiang compatriots QQ group, and the administrators of each group will count the number of people and inform the specific arrangements. 】

This...... Qiao Shan looked at the electronic wall clock on the wall, today is not April Fool's Day, so Qiao Shan pulled the message list to the top, and the first to send out this picture was the 9 group leaders "Big knife slashed at the head of the mutant".

The group owner of each Yuanjiang compatriots QQ chat group is a member of the Yuanjiang Salvation Association, and the group management is either a peripheral reserve or an activist who intends to join the association, and they will never do this kind of prank.

That is, war, again.

Qiao Shan had long expected this day, because he and Wang Li had a common language, the two were close, and Wang Li was a high-level member of the Far Salvation Association, so when Qiao Shan drank and ate with Wang Li, he would more or less hear some news that ordinary people could not lift, including "There will be other disasters in the future", because of this, Qiao Shan knew that a peaceful life would not last long, so he cherished it more and was unwilling to give up.

Qiao Shan has long thought about returning to the front line one day, which is probably the fate of every Yuanjiang person, who is reborn in the war and dies in the war. It's just that Qiao Shan didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

"Dad, wash your hands!" The naughty daughter waved her hand and threw the remaining water droplets in her hand to Qiao Shan, seeing that her father did not react like a wooden man, the two little girls shook more and more energetically, competing with each other to see who threw more, and her hands were dry and she was still bouncing and waving.

The wife walked out of the kitchen with a plate full of dishes, and when she saw Qiao Shan stunned in place, she suddenly stopped, and the happy smile on her face instantly froze.

"Old Joe, what's wrong?"

Qiao Shan took his eyes off the screen of his mobile phone and turned to his wife and daughter, and suddenly had a feeling of unreality, he couldn't tell whether the current life was unreal, or the impending war was unreal, in short, it was a very strange mood.

"I have to go back." Qiao Shan sighed, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at his wife's expression.

"Another war?" His wife's tone sounded less angry, which surprised Qiao Shan.

Qiao Shan looked up in amazement and asked, "You...... Not angry? ”

"Alas, old Joe, do you remember that I told you a story, once upon a time, there was an old man in the family, and the old man had a very beautiful daughter, but there were always a few handsome young gangsters next to the house who were playing around, which made the old man very worried, and he couldn't sleep every day, and he always had to go to see if his daughter was still in the room at night. Until one day, someone told the old man that your daughter was pregnant, but the child's father didn't know who it was. Instead of getting angry, the old man smiled lightly and said, "Oh, it's finally happening." The wife shook her head and sighed, "I knew there would be a day when something I had been worried about for a long time would finally happen, and it would be a relief. ”

This is really an open-mindedness that can only be possessed after experiencing war, Qiao Shan didn't know how to respond, so he could only stand there and smirk.

"Let's have a bite to eat and then go." The wife put the steaming dishes on the table and said, "There is no one who goes to war hungry." ”

"Oh, yes, eat first, don't rush." Qiao Shan nodded and walked to the dining table, pressed the phone screen, clicked on the picture, copied, and forwarded.