Getting off the sleepy train, Han Yi woke up as soon as the cool breeze blew.

He followed behind Lao Yang, and his eyes were erected high-rise buildings made of glass and concrete, twenty and thirty floors, and there were some fifty-story buildings scattered among them.

The building signs of many group companies and banks are hung on them, cutting the sky like jagged teeth, and Han Yi has a feeling of being in a foreign country.

The sky is not very open, this is Han Yi's first impression after arriving in Shengjing.

Following behind Lao Yang, after twisting and turning, the two came to an open place, a green military vehicle with a license plate of SV123, like a tiger, lying quietly.

There were two men in capable military uniforms in the car, and when they saw Lao Yang and Han Yi coming, they were all happy, and they jumped out of the car, one hugged Lao Yang enthusiastically, and the other put Lao Yang's luggage in the car and beat Lao Yang's chest with his fists, and the three men laughed passionately.

The three of them quarreled for a while, then got into the car, and Han Yi noticed that the car went directly into the station and went through the back door.

Lao Yang introduced Han Yi to the two soldiers in the car, and the two looked at it through the reversing mirror, nodded and didn't pay much attention to Han Yi.

Han Yi glanced at the high-rise buildings outside through the car window, and felt like that, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

The car stopped on the road for about half an hour, and after entering a military camp, Han Yi woke up from closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, and then looked outside, the sky was getting dark at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the high-rise buildings were gone, and he could only see a corner exposed in the clouds from a distance.

I guess it's a suburb.

Han Yi followed Lao Yang into the barracks, and the two soldiers first arranged the accommodation of Lao Yang and Han Yi, the two cleaned up a little, and the two came to lead Lao Yang and Han Yi to the canteen to eat.

When a few people arrived, there were already people in the cafeteria, a total of two tables of people, one table was a man like Lao Yang with an obvious special forces atmosphere, and the other table was a guy who was about the same age as Han Yi, Han Yi glanced at it, there were three people.

"You go to that table to eat," Lao Yang said to Han Yi on the side, then stopped caring about him, and walked over to the table of adult soldiers, it seemed that they were all acquaintances, and everyone who was eating also had their eyes lit up, and they stood up with a smile and said hello.

Han Yi walked to the young table.

There were three young people on the table, two men and one woman, who had a tacit understanding to bow their heads and eat with vegetables, and when they saw Han Yi coming over, they didn't pay attention to it.

Han Yi glanced at the table and saw that there were no dishes and chopsticks for him, so he went to the chef to find them, and added two steamed buns to the bowl.

After a day of caring, I just ate instant noodles with Lao Yang alive on the train, and now I smell the smell of food, and I am already hungry.

Han Yi sat between the girl and the other boy, biting the steamed bun and eating the vegetables.

The girl raised her head and looked at Han Yi, Han Yi noticed it, and also glanced at the girl, with bangs in front and ponytail in the back, and smiled at Han Yi with two dimples, Han Yi nodded and did not speak.

The boy next to him was not very happy, his brows furrowed, and his eyes flashed and he glanced at the two boys next to him.

After a while, Han Yi had already eaten a steamed bun, and he heard a boy on the other side say, "Have you ever heard of chopsticks?"

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are young and immature, and his figure is thinner than Han Yi.

The few people who were eating looked up, Han Yi was stunned, he really hadn't heard of it, he couldn't help but look at the chopsticks in his hand, but he felt that someone suddenly kicked him at his side.

Han Yi looked down quietly, and just saw a girl's feet and red canvas shoes, Han Yi became vigilant.

"I know chopsticks skills, the practice method is to use thick mud mounds to repeatedly intersperse exercises, and then clip mung beans and red beans, and then stand a few meters away and use chopsticks to clamp things, small wooden sticks, copper coins, and finally hidden darts can be clamped!"

The man who said this was a round-faced boy, dressed in a thin gray down jacket, with short hair that looked like it had just grown, and with his slightly flamboyant face, it looked a little sharp.

In the end, the girl next to Han Yi spoke, and her voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley, "Yang Banhou, the son of Yang Lu Cicada, can use a big gun to kill flies on the glass without breaking the glass, listen to it, and the marksmanship is unique, compared to chopsticks, it is just a small skill." ”

Han Yi was close at hand, feeling that the taste in her words was a little strange, and the table slowly quieted down, and several people looked at each other with chopsticks.

Han Yi listened to a few people talking while nibbling on steamed buns, which was not bad, but when these people talked, they were old, like old people who had lived for dozens of years, which really made Han Yi feel ridiculous.

The corners of Han Yi's mouth curled, the three people in front of him would not see it, he still had steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, chewing slowly, as if thousands of delicacies were gathered in his mouth, it was satisfaction from the heart, and this smile was naturally drowned in it.

Chewing on the steamed buns, Han Yi went to pick up the vegetables again.

It's strange that these guys are still quiet and don't eat.

At this time, the girl next to her suddenly smiled at this Han Yi and said, "My name is Wang Chan." ”

Han Yi still had steamed buns stuffed in his mouth, and he also responded: "My name is Han Yi." ”

Han Yi's chopsticks were placed on top of the fried shrimp, Han Yi felt that this dish was good, and when he went home, he could ask Han Xiaoye to learn it and make it for him.

Sou!

Han Yi felt the table shake, and the young man with young eyebrows and young eyes on the opposite side stabbed with chopsticks, like a snake coming out of a hole and a chicken pecking rice, and the chopsticks stabbed Han Yi's wrist.

Han Yi was startled, and before he could react, he saw another chopstick slashing out diagonally, blocking Han Yi's wrist one step ahead.

"Smack!" The two chopsticks hit together like fencing, and Han Yi saw clearly that it was Wang Chan, the girl who was sitting next to her, who kicked him to resist the chopsticks of the young boy with eyebrows and eyes.

This Wang Chan's speed is also extremely fast, and after blocking the opponent's blow, she will take advantage of the situation.

All of a swoop, a chopstick flew away.

It's not over, the swaggering boy seems to have formed an accomplice with the young man with young eyebrows, Wang Chan just picked up the chopsticks, and the chopsticks on the opposite side attacked, stirring, like a gun, winding around the girl's chopsticks, after a crackling sound, Wang Chan's face turned red, and the chopsticks in her hand were broken into several sections.

Good guys, these guys are very good at their hands······

Han Yi sighed, and only then did he put the shrimp on his chopsticks into his mouth, and at the same time, he was dazzled and fascinated, and his eyes were not shining.

Han Yi was dizzy and fascinated by this, and Wang Chan next to her was in danger, she and the thin young man both lost a chopstick, but now they are facing the siege of the two people on the opposite side, and naturally their fists are invincible with four hands.

Bang!

Han Yi's feet hurt, but he saw Wang Chan next to him kick him again, Han Yi looked over and saw Wang Chan's eyebrows raised, looking angry, as if to say, "Don't do it yet?"