The beautiful president clings to me

After the woman left, Xu Yiming remembered his purpose of coming to the small courtyard. He came to visit Zhuge Wuhou, but somehow got into a fight with that woman. It should be that he was beaten up innocently.

He still doesn't have a clue, what's going on?

The house in the small courtyard is not big, with a living room, a bedroom next to it, and a study on the right. Xu Yiming looked around, but he couldn't find Zhuge Wuhou.

I don't know where the old man has gone, and he is not there. This is also the reason why Zhuge Wuhou didn't come out to stop the room was so lively just now.

No one was there, so Xu Yiming followed Jiang Chengjun out of the house and waited on the stone bench in the yard.

"Brother Jiang, I'm not here, you sit down first, I'll look for it first!"

But as soon as Xu Yiming opened the small iron gate, he saw Zhuge Wuhou walking into the yard with a doctor. Seeing the old man Xu Yiming, he was stunned, and ignored Xu Yiming, just like before, treating him as a transparent person.

Xu Yiming wasn't annoyed either. Basically, this old man with a weird temper, even moody, would not give him a good look every time he saw him.

This time, he didn't make any moves during the meeting, but he was taught a lesson by such an enchanting woman as soon as he entered the room.

Zhuge Wuhou is still dressed as an old worker, with a blue job, which is different from the gray uniforms specially made by prisoners in the prison. As an old man, no one in Panshan Prison dares to force him to do things he does not want to do.

The black cloth shoes with Baina Melaleuca soles were hale and hearty. He glanced at Xu Yiming, his eyes lit up slightly, and then said to the nursing doctor next to him, "Doctor He, you go back first. What's the matter? I'll help you." I will tell you as soon as possible!"

"Then Hou Ye pay attention to self-cultivation!" Dr. He nodded, turned and walked out of the small courtyard.

"Boy, you're not dead yet!" Zhuge Wuhou finally started talking to Xu Yiming.

Xu Yiming knew what he was referring to. When Meng Zhewu asked him to blow up ore, he wanted the ore to kill him. He didn't expect him to take the opportunity to go off-road. If Meng Zhewu hadn't jumped the wall in a hurry, and dared to think about Ouyang Feifei, he would still be carrying a murderer charges.

Seeing the old man bring up the old story now, he could only smile awkwardly, "Thank you, Grandpa Zhuge, for your help!"

"Boy, you know how to touch your nose and rub your face, and you know you have a relationship with me!" The old man smiled sarcastically.

Xu Yiming hasn't answered this question yet. At that time, he had a simple idea, just to escape from prison. Of course, he didn't know that the old man had arranged everything for him. Now that he knows the truth, he also knows that he is stupid, but the thing has been done, and now he can only pretend to be stupid , quickly changed the subject, and introduced Jiang Chengjun standing aside to the old man.

"This is my colleague, Jiang Chengjun..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Chengjun was already standing upright, stepped forward to stand in front of the old man, put his feet together, snapped, stood at attention, raised his right hand, and performed an extremely standard military salute, slightly stunned The old man said loudly, "The Thirteenth Division, the Iron Fist Regiment, the First Class Private in the Cooking Squad of the Seventh Steel Company, Jiang Chengjun, have met the political commissar!"

His voice was loud and solemn, and he could even hear Jiang Chengjun's hysteria. Accompanied by his voice, he made a strange movement. If there were rifles and military thorns by his side, then this strange movement was the battle of the Thirteenth Division. front action.

At this moment, time freezes.

Zhuge Wuhou looked at the resolute expression of the strong man in front of him, watched him gesturing to that familiar movement, and some security uniforms that looked like military uniforms on his body, and his mind was a little dazed, as if he had returned to 20 years ago, when the war was raging, The age of passion.

Looking at the man in front of him who is about to reach the age of [-], and seeing Xu Yiming standing beside him, the old man froze for a moment, just stood like this, subconsciously raised his right arm, just about to salute, but the next moment, he lowered it again At this moment, the figure of the old man is boundless and lonely.

"It's all in the past, I'm not here anymore, and I'm not your political commissar anymore!" the old man said quietly.

One old and one young, plus a man in his 30s, this is the inheritance of three generations of the Thirteenth Division, but I didn't expect that the youngest big-headed soldier back then is now retired.

The Thirteenth Division eventually became history, lost in the dust of history.

After a long while, the old man waved his hand, let Xu Yiming and Jiang Chengjun sit down, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect the two of you to know each other. The little guy who was scared to cry when he heard the shells back then has now become a man who is about to turn [-]." Alright, tell me about your going out from the Thirteenth Division!"

When Xu Yiming heard this passage, he knew that the old man knew Jiang Chengjun, and he was deeply impressed. Jiang Chengjun was 20 years old 17 years ago, and 20 years later, Jiang Chengjun was 37 years old.

Jiang Chengjun stood straight, without squinting, as if he had returned to the army, "Reporting to the political commissar, Jiang Chengjun, the first-class column, was disbanded from the 30th division, and was transferred to the No.[-] Second Army Sword Brigade of the Yangcheng Military Region. Waiting for merit twice, third-class merit twice, the captain and company commander retired in [-], no embarrassment to the Thirteenth Division!"

The old man was slightly startled, and his figure slowly hunched down, "You retired in [-], so it turns out that you have retired for almost ten years!"

"Squad leader, company commander, and even they all chose to retire. Although I don't know the reason, but after the head of the war zone announced the news of the retirement of the division commander and political commissar, the entire establishment was gone. Everyone was disheartened and chose to retire. Professional, and then the old squad leader also left, and I was left in the cooking class. Later, I learned about the situation, and it was too late when I learned about the situation, so..."

"So, you applied for retirement?"

"I'm sorry, political commissar, I became a deserter!"

But looking at the man who had been standing straight all the time, preferring to bleed rather than cry, at this moment he felt aggrieved like a child, hugging his face and burying himself on the stone table.

"Back then, the old squad leader was sent out to carry out a mission. As a result, the brothers in one squad never came back. They were all sent out by our [-]th Division, and none of them came back. Moreover, no one was sent to search and rescue in the military area, nor did they come back. Support, when we found the old squad leader, the old squad leader was starved to death in the jungle... So the old battalion commander, the old company commander, all left, I realized it later, ten years ago, I also applied for retirement ..."

"I don't blame you, it's your teacher's bandit who incurred the debt, and I've wronged you for asking you to pay it back!" The old man's voice became even hoarse.

"Political commissar, what happened back then? Why did the superiors treat our [-]th Division like this? We are the heroes of the southern Xinjiang campaign. Every victory is piled up by brothers with their lives. Why should the superiors treat us like that? !" At this moment, Jiang Chengjun felt aggrieved like a child.

He seemed to be back in 20 years, when he was out of the recruit company for the first time, and when he was so scared by the shells that he burst into tears, he met that proud figure who got off the military vehicle.

Xu Yiming was sitting next to him. He was an outsider. He had never experienced the battle in southern Xinjiang. He didn't know what kind of suppression the [-]th Division had experienced back then, and what kind of suppression those grassroots officers and soldiers who had served in the [-]th Division would suffer later. , he also does not know.

But when he saw Jiang Chengjun crying into tears, a certain string in his heart flicked. He had always applied automatically because of Jiang Chengjun's retirement.

I never thought there would be such a mystery in it.

The soldiers in a squad are all officers and soldiers from the [-]th Division, and they were buried by some people just like that. The signal in this is already obvious enough, and the military is deliberately suppressing the officers and soldiers from the [-]th Division, even Secretly killing traces of the Thirteenth Division.

Just as Xu Yiming was thinking.

Immediately, a loud noise rang in my ears, and Zhuge Wuhou slapped the stone table, the upper stone slab that was originally inlaid extremely neatly.

Just like that, when he hit it, it was lifted up, and after swinging up and down rapidly, it fell from the mouth of the stone pier and hit the floor.

Broke into five pieces.

One can imagine how frightening the power of the old man's furious palm just now was.

The old man didn't know, his eyes were horrifying, his voice was sharp, and his teeth were gnashing loudly, "They deserve to die, they really deserve to die, they should all be sent to hell back then!"

This was the first time that Xu Yiming felt a strong murderous aura from the old man. This kind of evil aura can only be condensed in the battle of thousands of troops for a long time. This is something that soldiers in peaceful times simply cannot possess.

Xu Yiming didn't come and felt the surrounding air stagnate, and was immediately shocked by the old man's aura.

It’s not that he hasn’t killed people before. In his hands, there are dozens of people. He went to the villa outside the forest to enter the market to kill people. The explosion at the Panshan Mine was caused by him. In addition to the explosion at the Swan Hotel, there were only two explosions. , the lives of more than 30 people were buried in his hands.

But compared with the old man's evil spirit, it's like a sea of ​​darkness, a drop of tears can't make a ripple.

Just when Xu Yiming and Jiang Chengjun were both shocked by the aura exuded by the old man, the old man suddenly spewed out a bloody arrow, staggered, staggered, and almost fell down.

Xu Yiming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, so he didn't have time to think, so he went directly to help the old man.

"Grandpa Zhuge, are you alright?"

"Political commissar, do you want it?"

The old man waved his hands, broke free from Xu Yiming's support, and sat on the stone bench firmly, with his back straight, and his eyes flashed again.

"I'm fine, I've got an old problem, when I get excited, I vomit blood!"

At this time, Xu Yiming remembered that when the old man came from outside, he was accompanied by a full-time doctor.

Thinking that the old man was still very strong a month ago, he could be overthrown with one hand. He thought that the old man would be in good health, but he didn't think that everything was just pretending.

Since it is an old problem, how could it be fine the moment before?

Thinking of Xu Changming's urging him to come to Panshan Prison to visit the old man, and thinking of a strange woman suddenly appearing in the room just now.

All the signs indicated that the old man's physical condition, when he entered the yard just now, he saw that most of the flowers and plants had withered, it turned out that the old man's body was so bad that he didn't even have the energy to look at these flowers and plants.

Thinking of this, Xu Yiming was horrified, but he didn't show it on his face, but said calmly, "Grandpa Zhuge, are you okay? Do you want to call Dr. He over?"