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Yan Dingbo's meeting place is seven or eight streets away from his home.When the show was about to end, someone said they would send him back.

He insisted that he didn't have much, and there was no need to give it away. It was obvious that these old friends were getting older and began to be overly cautious.

One person laughed at himself while singing, saying that he couldn't help himself, and he didn't dare to make extra troubles.Everyone laughed tacitly, and talked about their parents' shortcomings.

When it comes to old enemies and small debt collectors, some have raised eyebrows, some are gnashing their teeth, some are enjoying themselves without saying a word, and some are speechless, only silent.

Most of my life has passed away in the inexplicable grievances and support, and each family knows how warm it is.

I have seen life and death, I have tasted all kinds of tastes in the world, no matter I was envied for a while when I was young, or I lived a bumpy life, as long as I can still get along with each other and talk and laugh about family affairs, this kind of life is already Enough to make some people envious.

For example, Yan Dingbo.

He walked slowly along the sidewalk to sober up, and the scent of Sophora japonica wafted in the air, which made him very sentimental tonight.

Looking back at those years, among the women of the same age in the army, his wife Wang Jiaoyue was the most outstanding and heroic. He thought that they would be a match made in heaven, and they would be a fairy couple for the rest of their lives. Unexpectedly, within a few years, he was the only one left. , Ended up in a cold blanket for a lifetime.

It's nothing but peach blossoms, he thought.

He understands the justice of God better than most people, and he knows that his wife's suffering does not come from her appearance itself, but from the habit of a person with a beautiful appearance who has strict requirements on other aspects of himself.This habit makes their self-requirements continue to rise day after day in a relatively pure environment, so high that they rise from the ground and do not eat fireworks.In the face of a crisis, they don't need to think through their brains at all. They will definitely step forward and take the lead.

And so was he.Even if he sees the ins and outs behind his actions, he can't stop following them. Even if loneliness is not what he wants, he would rather drink half a lifetime of bitter wine alone than continue.

God gives people a little, and then takes away a little, capricious and penny-pinching, and finally came to Yan Mingxin.The children of friends have reached the age to discuss marriage. Parents all give advice on their life-long events.

Only Yan Dingbo procrastinated, neither rushing nor rushing.

It's not that he is boastful, but he is not surprised to see his son's tall, burly and human-like appearance. This can be foreseen from the first photo of him and his wife.Over the years, countless people wanted to match Yan Mingxin, and there were many girls from family backgrounds and conditions that were surprisingly superior, but he rejected them one by one—he was afraid that his wife would shine brightly, attract God's whim, and take away some things he couldn't bear Things, he was afraid that if he was not careful when adding to the icing on the cake, he would ignite a flame that fell short of success.

Fortunately, Yan Mingxin was taught by his old comrades-in-arms to be well-behaved and nonsensical. He honestly only knows how to fly fighter planes, and has no wild thoughts that go sideways.

Yan Dingbo felt a little more at ease, and thought sadly and cruelly: cover up.

Cover until the water flows down, cover until the edge is submerged by time, cover until God is too embarrassed to be mean to him again.

But he never expected that Yan Mingxin was nearly [-] years old, not only was he not turned into a wimpy flower, but he grew into a late-blooming peach blossom because of his cleanliness and professionalism.

The later the more beautiful, the later the more fragrant, people's hearts are like scales, and there is no difference at any time.

This time when he went ashore and met each other, he couldn't help hesitating whether he couldn't cover it anymore.

Others have a bumpy road to love, and good things take a long time. His son is like this, I am afraid that he will go through turbulent waves.

Pushing open the door, Yan Dingbo saw a strange young man sitting on the sofa in the living room.The man was dressed in a white top and black sportswear, full of vigor, and his teeth were white and bright when he smiled.Almost at the same time, the young man also saw him, reacted swiftly like a spring, got up with a "bass", and raised his hand to salute a standard military salute.

The young man stared ahead, his smiling face disappeared, replaced by a majestic and serious expression, as if he had practiced military posture for hundreds of hours.

There are many tall young men in the army, but there are very few young men who stand beside Yan Mingxin in the face of the light and can not be eclipsed immediately.Ask again, this is the captain of the fighter squadron that the Kutao Ship supported 027 that day.

Yan Dingbo's vision is quite high, and he rarely agrees. He only remembers that the captain is scheming and decisive, but he never imagined that he still behaves like this, with such a dignified manner.

Yan Mingxin yelled "Dad", as if he was about to fight with him: "Is the instructor of the flight academy still undecided? Why did I hear that many people came, so it means we need to PK?"

Then he asked earnestly in a low voice: "How many people do you plan to recruit? What do you plan to teach? How long will this inspection last? When will the official decision be made? I have brought all my luggage here, and I will go back after a long time. Does it look good?"

Yan Dingbo looked at his son in bewilderment, wondering if his father didn't love him enough when he was a child, why didn't he buy one hundred thousand?

Also, is it because of the rules of birth, old age, sickness and death that his son is always tilted, or is he dazzled—how does Yan Mingxin look a little more beautiful tonight than before?

027 is docked for maintenance and plans to go ashore for three to four months. In addition to training the crew after the holidays, his work schedule also goes to the Naval Academy and the Flight Academy to take a few classes each to impart valuable practical experience. Therefore, he and the two academies Leaders have many contacts.

He pondered for a moment, and said, "That's it. How about I call the secretary..."

Yan Dingbo drank alcohol, his mouth was sluggish, and he spoke a little slowly.Before he could finish his sentence, the expressions of the two young men in the room changed, and they said in unison: "No need!"

"Did you drink too much?" Yan Mingxin looked shocked, "What are you fighting for? You need to find a relationship with someone like Jun Yang? He is the first in sea and air exercises every time. In actual combat, it is a real sword. I’ve shot down fighter jets and drones, I can get what I want, and it’s not enough to come to your flight academy to teach a few big kids? I don’t even think I’m overqualified!”

He muttered in a low voice, "It's a curse."

Yan Dingbo: "..."

In the few days he came back, he was only focused on visiting relatives and friends, and he hadn't had time to straighten out the affairs of the college, and he didn't understand a bunch of questions Yan Mingxin asked.His original intention was just to make a phone call to understand the situation, and he definitely didn't mean to go through the needle.

He hates opportunistic people the most. When he was young, his temper got hot and he wanted to get rid of it soon. How could he "find a relationship"?

Yan Dingbo had a splitting headache—on the surface, Yan Mingxin told him not to engage in crooked ways, but what he said...why did it sound like he was taking money from others, so partial?

The young man smiled modestly, and when he spoke, he spoke well and skillfully, with softness and strength.

He said, I don't need anything else, I still have this backbone.Whether I can stay or not, I will follow the arrangement of the organization.

Yan Dingbo looked at the dining table slowly, wondering what happened to these two boys?Did you drink too much?

He, Yan Dingbo, looks like he's the one who's doing all these shitty things?

However, the moment he turned his head, he inexplicably thought of his wife.

It's good to have backbone, Yan Dingbo thought.

Only those with backbones can have strong bones, and only strong bones can support the sky above their heads.An old bone like him has survived for a lifetime, and he will not be able to support any new tricks. Whether he can survive in the future depends on the spirit of the young people.

She is in the sky, have you seen it?

The sadness that was blown away by the wind gathered again, making a big fuss between his eyes, nose and mouth.He couldn't cry in front of the children, so he leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, after closing his eyes for a few seconds, he fell asleep.

"Dad, fell asleep?" Yan Mingxin went to touch him, very anxious, "Dad, you haven't said anything yet!"

Jun Yang smiled, took his arm to stop him: "Stop shouting, it's okay."

Originally, he only had two or three chances of winning the position of instructor in his heart, and he was so confused that he couldn't see the way forward. After hearing Yan Mingxin's approval of him, he was very sober at the moment, and he insisted on raising the request to himself by eight or nine points—— He has to stay if the college stays, and he has to stay if he doesn't stay.

The only uncertainty is whether the Ministry of Homeland Security will suddenly intervene.

In addition...

Jun Yang looked down at his palms: it was getting hot, but Yan Mingxin's arms were still slippery.

What's wrong with this man?Is this ice muscle and jade bone?Does being sticky and unworthy have anything to do with him?

After sitting on the sofa and sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Yan Dingbo felt that his son was helping him into the room to rest, and only then did he know that the guest had left.

In a daze, he was somewhat annoyed at his gaffe, blaming himself that he should wait until his son's friend left before going to sleep. After all, in front of outsiders, he fell asleep before finishing his sentence, and he looked very old.

He explained inarticulately: "Hey, after drinking, I blew the wind again. As soon as the alcohol came up... I fell asleep."

Yan Mingxin supported him, quite dissatisfied: "Yes, I know, I can see it. Why drink so much? You smell like alcohol."

"I didn't drink too much." Yan Dingbo still thought that he didn't drink too much. After a short nap, he was in an unprecedented state.

It's just that he had "three heads and six arms", and he didn't know which foot to use to land on the ground for a while, so he had to be completely supported by Yan Mingxin.

Thinking that one day he might really have to rely on his son to carry him, Yan Dingbo said flatteringly: "That young man is not bad, I like him very much."

With his eyes closed, he didn't hear Yan Mingxin's response, thinking that he just thought about the words in his head, but didn't say it out loud, so he repeated it loudly in Yan Mingxin's ear: "I really like Junyang! Make him work harder!"

Yan Dingbo walked too far, with only such a little strength left, he fell down on the bed after shouting.He waited in the dark for a response, almost falling asleep while waiting, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart: What's so difficult about such an ordinary sentence?

"Got it." Yan Mingxin said like a mosquito, "I... who doesn't like him?"

Yan Dingbo heard it clearly, but felt vaguely that he didn't understand it thoroughly.

Sleepiness hit him, and his brain was perfunctory to him, thinking: Oh, son, this means standing by his side.

"I have something to do, I have to go back to the army." Yan Mingxin took off his shoes and socks for him, arranged his arms and legs, and pulled a thin quilt to cover him, "You should drink less alcohol at home!"

"It's...it's going to rain soon." Yan Dingbo tried his best to remind him. "umbrella."

"You didn't say it a long time ago." Yan Mingxin muttered as he walked out, "He's gone."