The solemn white building at 7 Fuxing-ro in Gyeonggi City has always been a place where people have kept it secret and avoided talking about it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the third floor of the east building, in a spacious and imposing office, a middle-aged officer in a long-sleeved shirt was hunched over the huge mahogany desk and reading documents.

The heating in the room was very hot, so he wore only a thin shirt, and he took off his winter clothes and hung them on the coat rack behind him.

On the shoulder of the regular dress is a epaulette inlaid with three gold stars and golden pine branches, and the seniority badge on the chest is also lined up about ten centimeters high, which looks shocking and seems to depict the old man's life as a horse.

The real age of this admiral is actually sixty-two years old, but he can't see the slightest old age, he is very well maintained, his black hair is meticulously combed, there are no obvious wrinkles on his face, only some subtle fishtails on his eyes, which are also covered by the amber full-rim glasses, and at the same time, this pair of glasses also adds a bit of elegance to him, making his gentle face even less sharp, looking like a university professor, or the kind that teaches music.

Smack!

When the old general, who had a very elegant temperament, read the internal reference document in his hand halfway, he suddenly shook his hand and threw the document on the table casually, and then frowned.

It wasn't that the contents of the document were displeasing to him, but that he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his eyebrows were swollen and painful.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, but it didn't get better, but it got worse, and his head seemed to be cracking.

At this time, a trace of blood also oozed from his nostrils.

The old general seemed to sense something, and reached out to wipe his nose, the blood stained on the back of his hand was like sunlight reflected off white paper, stinging his eyes, making him squint.

"Li Changqing." The old general drew a few tissues to wipe the blood off his hands, and then whispered outside the door.

As soon as the words fell, and there was no knock on the door as a foreshadowing, the heavy mahogany-clad steel door of the office was pushed open, and a burly young soldier entered the room without asking for instructions.

He walked very calmly and unhurriedly.

But in the blink of an eye, he walked from the door of the office to the general's desk, and I don't know if it was because of his long legs and big steps.

His legs are really long, because he is almost two meters tall, and the largest military uniform is also worn on his body, which seems to be slightly larger, and it may be broken.

is indeed young, his facial features are still a little immature, it seems that he is not even twenty years old, and the military rank on his shoulders is destined to make him not too old.

There were only two crutches on the epaulettes, and he turned out to be just a private.

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Li Changqing is a very ancient name, which sounds like a literati in the Han and Tang dynasties.

When ordinary people first heard this name, most of them thought that this burly young man was from a scholarly family, but in fact, Li Changqing was born with a mud leg without discount.

The household registration is located in the most remote mountainous area of Jinghu Province, and before joining the army, I couldn't even use a mobile phone, and I barely recognized all the Chinese characters, but until now I still have a strange accent and have not been able to correct it.

Such young people are not lacking in the country's more than one million standing army, it doesn't matter, they have no background, no background, no background, no education, and no money.

Most of them worked in the barracks for two years before returning home.

Iron battalions, flowing soldiers.

But Li Changqing created a miracle in an almost brutal way!

In the first month of recruits' enlistment, the physical fitness test results broke the record of the provincial military district, and in less than half a month, the special forces selection instructor from the large military region slapped the palm into a cripple, and after joining the special brigade as he wished, he did not stay for half a year, and the shallow water could not accommodate this big dragon.

Although the guard battalion of the Military Commission is called a battalion, it is actually a unit at the deputy military level, and the battalion commander is a major general-level officer, and the lowest rank in it is also a captain.

Yu Jing'an's last guard was two colonel officers, and Li Changqing's two turns, placed in this building where 'there are many generals like dogs, and school officers walk all over the ground', are really an outlier.

When this stupid big guy first arrived at No. 7 Fuxing Road, everyone thought that Vice Chairman Yu was just playing a joke on everyone, and asserted that this guy would take the initiative to report and leave in less than two days, just facing the psychological pressure of a group of generals and officers every day was enough to make him collapse, but this recruit unexpectedly stood firm, and stayed by Yu Jingan's side for half a year, not only that, but even the previous two guards were squeezed out by him.

In addition, according to Yu Jing'an's confidential secretary, Vice Chairman Yu's trust and attention to the entire recruit egg is even higher than him, the secretary, who usually goes in and out of the office more times than him.

I don't know how many people in the whole army are jealous of this kind of over-standard treatment, including some high-ranking generals.

The cronies of the vice chairman of the Central Military Commission are no less influential and capable of grasping information than the number one leader of a group army.

This burly boy who came out of a remote mountainous area only took more than a year to climb to a height that most people would never reach in their lifetime.

If not a miracle, what is it?

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Because the accent has not been corrected, Li Changqing usually doesn't like to talk much, and the same is true in front of Yu Jingan, and his silence is almost arrogant.

"My head is starting to hurt again." Yu Jingan said to Li Changqing, who walked into the office, in a very gentle tone, even with a hint of respect, which sounded like a patient reporting his condition to the doctor.

After speaking, he picked up the purple sand teacup on the table, looked inside, and saw that there was no water, so he stood up and walked to the water dispenser to get water.

At this time, if this scene was seen by the two guards before Yu Jing'an, their jaws would definitely drop.

Yu Jingan is not a mild-tempered person, and the bureaucratic style is quite serious, not to mention letting him pick up the water himself, but the water in the cup is a little colder, and they will be scolded for not having time to change it.

What's even more puzzling is that Li Changqing is standing at his desk like a piece of wood at the moment, and he has no intention of doing it for him at all, and he simply has no consciousness as a guard.

Yu Jingan returned to his desk after taking the water and sat down tremblingly.

Li Changqing still didn't say a word, reached out and untied the Fengji buckle of the regular clothes, and the top two buttons, and touched a crumpled medicine box from the pocket of his close-fitting shirt, a very ordinary medicine box of "Xincontec Ammonia Mamei Min Tablets", but the box was not a cold medicine, but a plate of capsules without a name, and there was no dosage and precautions written on it, and there was not even the approval number of Chinese medicine, just like the three-no products produced by a small workshop.

Li Changqing took out a capsule and unscrewed it open, and there were some red particles in the capsule, like cinnabar.

He poured these red particles into the cup of water that Yu Jing'an had received before, and without stirring, these particles quickly dissolved, just like blood droplets spreading in water, and soon the whole glass of water turned blood red.

Yu Jingan looked at the red liquid in the cup, and couldn't help frowning slightly, this medicine not only looks like blood, but also tastes and tastes like it, it's not so delicious.

But remembering the miraculous effect of this medicine, he did not hesitate to pick up the cup, take a few big sips, and drink it clean.

After the liquid medicine entered his stomach, it was like a strong wine, ablating the gastrointestinal mucosa, but he had never drunk such a strong wine, more like countless poisonous ants tearing in his body, in just a few seconds, his face became pale, cold sweat also seeped out from the root of his hair, and his scalp felt cold and numb, at this time Li Changqing stretched out a hand and pressed it on the top of his head, and his honest and arrogant face also had more piety, just like the master gave people a precept.

Chinese people have a habit, or taboo, that the top of a man's head cannot be touched and is unlucky.

In some places, even three-year-olds are no exception, and if you touch the top of the boy's head, the other parent may turn the other hand at you.

The official does Yu Jingan's part, and the one-third of an acre of land on his head is basically a forbidden area, except for the hairdresser, even his wife and even his favorite grandson can't touch it.

And at this moment, Li Changqing put his hand on the top of his head without hesitation, and the latter still looked very enjoyable, as if his hand had magical power.

This hand is indeed magical, as if it can discharge.

Yu Jing'an clearly felt a warm current pouring down from Li Changqing's palm and pouring into his body, making him feel numb all over his body, like overelectricity, his aging body seemed to be injected with young energy, the feeling of exhaustion and weakness was swept away, and there was an inexhaustible strength in his body, and the most important thing was that as soon as he put his hand on the top of his head, the potion that he had drunk in his stomach before was like a strong wine, and it became docile in an instant, as if it had been tamed.

The headache also lessened little by little, and after about ten minutes, it was almost imperceptible.

Li Changqing took his hand back.

In the past ten minutes, he obviously only maintained such a motion, but at this moment, he seemed to be fully armed for more than ten kilometers, his lips were pale and he was sweating profusely.

The sweat oozing from his palm even soaked Yu Jing'an's hair.

When the hair oil is stained with water, the styling effect is not so ideal, making the general, who has always shown a decent image, look a little embarrassed.

Yu Jingan didn't care about the image, and quickly raised his hand, signaling Li Changqing to sit on the sofa and rest.

The latter was not restrained or polite, turned around and walked to the sofa and sat down directly.

He sits in a very strange position, his left leg naturally sags, his right foot is raised, and his ankle is placed on his left knee, like a stilted leg, but his body is straight, and his right leg is also pressed very low, almost parallel to the sofa, not at all casual, his left hand is placed in his arms, his hand is like a small boat, his right hand is placed on the inside of his right knee, his palm is facing up, his thumb is on the second section of his middle finger, and his eyes are slightly closed, giving people a quiet and deep feeling, just like a sitting Buddha in an ancient temple in the deep mountains.