In 2027 AD, the Dragon Age begins, known as the First Year of Dragon Teng. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The most glorious year in the history of the republic, which began with a memorial service.

A memorial service in memory of a small second lieutenant researcher was held for a whole day, and three senior staff officers from the joint staff table were ordered to attend the memorial service and present them with a memorial service. The people who showed up at this small memorial service were very low-key, but all of them were important department leaders. They took a limited amount of time out of their busy schedules to mourn Zhuang Yan's sacrifice.

Zhuang Yan's mother is called Li Shuhua. The news of her son's death made her much older, and her sideburns were so unkempt that she didn't care about it. But her haggard was soon replaced by amazement.

When Xing Yan wore a dark and solemn National Security Bureau special service uniform to respectfully receive Li Shuhua, she felt a little relieved in her heart, and secretly thought that Zhuang Yan could work with such an excellent soldier, and finally lived up to his father's expectations, and finally mixed into the platform of the high point.

So Li Shuhua opened her heart to Xing Yan, took his hand and carefully recalled Zhuang Yan's trivial matters, telling how reluctant and worried she was as a mother when she let Zhuang Yan work hard outside; didn't care about the husband who scolded Fang Xuan around him.

Zhuang Yan's father is called Zhuang Jianguo, who originally had a strong ambition to build the motherland, but he was helplessly laid off at home and had nowhere to display his ambitions. At that time, I said that if I entered a fart organ, now it is not as good as before, and the employees of state-owned enterprises will be laid off, and state-owned assets will be sold when they say they are sold, and the people will not be taken seriously anymore. He doesn't listen, I can't help it. Now you see, being an errand boy is a civil servant who puts his life on the line. The most cowardly thing is that it is still secretly stuffed with money, not allowed to be published in newspapers, and not allowed to publicize - this country is really going to end! ”

The old man opposite Zhuang Jianguo helplessly tugged at the coat on his shoulders, and said dejectedly: "That's not stuffing money, the one million is an additional subsidy for Zhuang Yan's death, according to the regulations, it was only 300,000, and the National Security Bureau deliberately made up the rest, just hoping that your second elder can have a stable old age." ”

Zhuang Jianguo was cynical: "There are too many people in our country, and human lives are not valuable." I've been in the business all my life, I sell when I say I'll sell, and I've dismissed more than 100 employees, who cares if I live or die? Speculate on stocks, brokers can do it casually, and no one cares. It's too corrupt, and this country is going to end. I told Zhuang Yan that it is better to beg for rice on the roadside than to rely on the country. He didn't listen, but now it's okay, he ended up as a temporary worker, sacrificed his life for the country, and the funeral was not allowed to be a beautiful one. Sooner or later, this country will be finished! ”

The old man understood Zhuang Jianguo's mixed feelings of grief and anger, nodded sneeringly, and echoed with a sad face: "It's over, it's over." ”

Then Xing Yan helped Li Shuhua over, Li Shuhua tiredly dragged her radical husband, and said weakly: "What are you doing here, no one is gone." No one likes to hear what you say, so don't be annoying. ”

The old man chatting with Zhuang Jianguo hurriedly shook his hand and said, "Don't be annoying, what you said makes sense, we have to solve those problems." ”

Then Xing Yan asked the old man worriedly: "Chief of Staff, can you lift the secret order?" Zhuang Yan's hometown has a custom, people die to have a beautiful funeral, and the white wedding event must be more lively than the wedding. ”

The chief of staff stubbornly waved his hand, twisted his face and shook his head: "No, the Privy Council has not yet made a final decision." If the resolution is a ruin, then the more beautiful the funeral, the better, then Zhuang Yan must be made the second Lei Feng. However, if the time is not yet ripe, we will continue to endure. ”

Zhuang Jianguo asked the old man: "What kind of chief of staff are you?" ”

The old man took off his white gloves, his pale and flabby hand stretched out from under his black coat, and shook hands with Zhuang Jianguo: "Chief of the General Staff of the Joint Staff Table, Nie Rongxiang." ”

"Where's the Joint Staff? The Northwest Military District doesn't seem to have this thing. Zhuang Jianguo became serious, shook hands with the General Staff with appreciation, then shook out a soft white sand, took it in his mouth, and then saluted the General Staff Officer, squinted his eyes and lit a cigarette for himself.

"************** Joint Staff." Xing Yan lowered his head and approached Zhuang Jianguo, and whispered to Zhuang Jianguo.

Zhuang Jianguo didn't even know how to use a lighter, and he couldn't light it after a long time.

Xing Yan hurriedly took out a lighter and lit the fire for the General Staff and Zhuang Jianguo respectively.

"Well, Chief of Staff." Zhuang Jianguo was in awe, his face was skillfully calm, but his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't hold his cigarette: "I just said those words in private, and when I made it public, I was still very supportive of the party and the government." ”

"Of course, of course." Nie Rongxiang couldn't get used to smoking white sand cigarettes, pinched it between his fingers, and nodded meaningfully: "You are a good father, on behalf of the country, I thank you for educating a child like Zhuang Yan." His sacrifice not only caught us off guard, but also caught the enemy by surprise, and it was he who, with his incredible meticulous planning and sacrifice, opened up a new international situation for the Republic. You can't imagine what an indelible wound he inflicted on his enemies; It is impossible to estimate the enormous strategic significance of his battles. ”

When Li Shuhua and Zhuang Jianguo were stunned when they heard this, the General Staff flicked off the one-centimeter-long cigarette ash, frowned and took a deep breath of white sand smoke, spit out the fog and muttered: "It's a pity, we are still hesitating, so we must keep it secret for the time being and deal with it in a low-key manner." But as the father of such a hero, you have the right to say anything about the republic, and I will listen to it. ”

Zhuang Jianguo asked with palpitations: "Won't you be invited to tea by the relevant departments?" ”

"I'm the one in charge." Suddenly, a resolute and majestic voice came in, the shadow was approaching, and a tall and burly man in black military uniform came over and shook hands with Zhuang Jianguo: "Whoever dares to trouble you, I will remove him." ”

Xing Yan suddenly became nervous, his military boots "snapped", and he stood up and saluted: "Director." ”

The black military uniform waved his hand angrily: "In private, there is no need to salute." Then he stared at Zhuang Jianguo, who was with his mouth open, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were like nails: "Director of National Security Yin De, I have come to take the blame." It was the slackness of the National Security Bureau that caused an unexpected crisis in the Qifeng base, which led to Ling Lang's desperate death in order to remedy the negligence of the National Security Bureau. ”

Yin De solemnly stared at the stunned Zhuang Jianguo, even though his words were sincere, his serious face still appeared murderous, with the sharpness of a blade: "Mr. Zhuang, I came to ask you for guilt, you can order me to carry five pairs of weight-bearing wheels for ten kilometers off-road, or you can ask for financial compensation." I will agree to all your requests, because the loss that Zhuang Yan rescued is not as good as Yinde's net worth. ”

Li Shuhua's eyes flashed with tears, her left hand with loose skin trembled slightly in Xing Yan's palm, and her lips trembled and asked, "Such a big battle...... My son, my son Zhuang Yan, what did he remedy? ”

"He saved the future of the country." Xing Yan said softly.

Li Shuhua didn't understand, but she was in a trembling mood, her whole body trembled, her legs were limp and couldn't stand, she looked at her husband in disbelief, and then looked at Yin De in unison.

"It's hard to see at a glance." Yin De frowned and said, then respectfully held up Zhuang Jianguo's sleeve and invited him to go to the memorial hall: "But we have eight hours to explain." ”

After the memorial hall, an old man and a strong man at the top of the national power center complement each other, explaining the ins and outs of the story to Zhuang Yan's parents: because of the negligence of the National Security Bureau, the Qifeng base is mixed with enemy agents and alien aliens. The younger generation in the army, led by Wei Dongxian, formed a radical anti-corruption organization "Iron and Blood Salvation Association", and launched a desperate battle against the enemy and alien aliens. Zhuang Yan was recruited into the base as the fresh blood of the Iron and Blood Salvation Association, and was responsible for guarding the escort officer of the Heavenly Court Project. When the conspiracy of the alien aliens to steal the Heavenly Court plan was about to succeed, Zhuang Yan, who was on the edge of the sword, sought victory in danger and completed a jade burning of ancient and modern times. Zhuang Yan killed the alien aliens, guarded the escort officer, disrupted the enemy's planning, and saved the Qifeng Base and the Heavenly Court Plan that were in danger.

After listening to the narration of the chief of staff and the director of the National Security Bureau, Li Shuhua tearfully plucked her husband and complained: "You forced him to shine on the lintel since he was a child, and taught him to shout to be the president, to be the chairman, as long as his name goes down in history, it is worth dying." Now you've got your wish, you're happy. ”

Zhuang Jianguo was holding the hot cigarette butt in despair, and he didn't have the strength to breathe when he sighed: "I also want him to be good and inspire him to forge ahead." I regret it now, as long as the child is healthy and happy, why bother to force him. ”

Yin De wanted to seriously comfort the second elder, but suddenly a gendarme broke in recklessly. When the gendarmes saw the chief of the general staff sitting on the first seat smoking, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to raise their voices, and handed over a thin document in an orderly manner: "Qifeng base emergency electricity." ”

The chief of the general staff pressed out the cigarette butt, frowned and opened the cover, and took a closer look at the exhibition.

Yin De said softly: "Has there been progress?" ”

The chief of the general staff stood up and slowly bowed to Zhuang Jianguo, who stood up in a hurry: "I originally turned down my job to attend the memorial service, but the military affairs are serious, and I have to leave." Allow me to bow down to the spiritual seat and take the liberty of leaving early. ”

Zhuang Jianguo warmed his wife's hands tightly with both hands, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, national affairs should not be delayed." Thank you to the two CEOs for taking the time to enjoy the light. Zhuang Yan has knowledge and contentment. ”

Yin De also stood up, bowed his head and saluted, and then followed the chief of staff out.

In front of everyone's eyes, the chief of the general staff bowed solemnly in front of the spiritual seat, bent down for three seconds, and then straightened his waist to take the three incense sticks handed by Yin De, pinched the incense with both hands and bowed three times, put the incense into the furnace, and when he turned around and passed by the filial piety family, he nodded and apologized, and then pulled his coat tightly and left quickly.

Yin De not only did so, but even more shockingly. He actually stepped forward, knelt on the futon, put his palms on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and kowtowed three times before he stood up and plucked the incense three times, put the incense into the furnace, and turned to leave.

With Yinde's status, he has reached the point of only kneeling to his parents, and there is no one who can afford him to kneel down in the whole country. And these three rings of Yin De are not only the martyrs, but also the guilt in Yin De's heart.

The condolences present included important members of various ministries who came by order, as well as high-ranking leaders among Zhuang Yan's colleagues. Yinde's three worships made everyone understand one thing without words.

It's a pity that Zhuang Yan died. If he is still alive, even if he is in a wheelchair with crooked eyes and mouth like Hawking, he will definitely rise to the top and soar.

(To be continued.) )