"Do you regret it?"

"Nope." Mingcheng listened to her narration and couldn't help but think of the scene in his early years in Paris, when he sat opposite the ashtray and handed out his application to join the party.

What are you thinking about, thinking about the bullets on the battlefield, thinking about the compatriots who sacrificed, and thinking about the soldiers who will go forward and succeed?

I probably also think about the Ming family, thinking that the eldest sister will have no worries about running the family business, thinking about the eldest brother being a respected scholar, and thinking about taking the carefree Mingtai to college.

You might also think of the alley where you stayed until you were ten years old, of replacing all the mottled bricks and tiles, of repairing the eaves that leaked at night, and of not letting the screams of women and the cries of children come out of the cracks in the middle of the night.

Everyone is the same. Small family, small righteousness, the world, great righteousness. It's all the same.

"No need to be sorry, I'm relieved." It can be regarded as living up to the original intention, Ming Cheng nodded, and said: "Speaking of which, you don't need to call me Chief Ming, I am not used to listening to it." If you want, I think it's enough for you to call me brother. Yu Manli smiled and responded: "Thank you, brother." ”

Chapter 2 of "Meng Ao of Beiping No War": The joint is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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