Punishment Military Uniform 2014 Summer Special Collection: The General's Honesty

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Even though Mrs. Ling's tone was soft, the atmosphere in the living room became stagnant.

The position of general of the Ling family was not inherited by Ling Qian and Ling Han, who were of general blood, but fell to Ling Wei, who was of commoner blood. Everyone always thought that this was a big taboo of the Ling family.

No one dared to mention it in front of Mrs. Ling.

Unexpectedly.Madam Ling took the initiative to mention it.

Lieutenant General Zhang's wife thought she had said something wrong, her face was terrified, she shrank her body uneasily, and just about to speak, Madam Ling spoke again in a spring-like tone.

"Although he is a commoner, this kid is also very good, isn't he?"

The ladies looked at each other for a moment, and soon smiled, and began to echo Madam Ling's words.

"Of course, who dares to say that General Ling is not good?"

"The commander who took the lead, the fighting hero of the Federation, General Ling's contribution to the Federation is not false. The one in my family often sighs in front of me that General Ling can make so many military exploits at such a young age."

"In the current federation, bloodline theory is no longer popular."

"We women who don't understand the outside world are just living in our own narrow circle."

"Only by getting in touch with Mrs. Ling can we continue to learn."

The servants entered the living room, served a new round of dim sum, cleared away the half-empty plates, filled hot fragrant tea for each distinguished guest, and left silently.

Madam Ling picked up the hot tea, took a sip, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "Although I don't pay attention to the affairs of the military department, I have heard the children mention it when I live here. The marriage of the children of military officials must always be considered." Whether the other party's blood is noble, and whether the family backgrounds of the two parties are compatible. In my opinion, it cannot be said that the family background of the in-laws should not be considered at all, but if it is only about political interests in emotional matters, it is a bit short-sighted. Mrs. Zhang, am I right?"

"Ah!" Mrs. Zhang trembled when she was called suddenly.

He raised his head and glanced blankly at Mrs. Ling.

"Oh, yes. Madam is right, blood does not mean everything." Madam Zhang, who took a long time to realize, nodded repeatedly.

Madam Ling gave her an encouraging smile, and asked softly: "I heard that Ling Qianjin has a crush recently, he is a very good young officer, he has made a lot of contributions under Lieutenant General Wood, and will be promoted soon For the major general?"

"Ah... there is indeed such a person."

However, although she is about to be promoted to major general and the conditions are not bad, Mrs. Zhang has always opposed her daughter's association with the other party.

A major general of civilian blood is not as bright as a senior colonel of noble blood.

Military exploits depend on one's life to fight on the front line, and if the family background is strong enough, even if it is just a small clerk in the military department, it can accumulate qualifications and rise step by step.

"What is your name?"

"In fact, I haven't met this man. I just heard from my daughter that I know such an officer. The name, it seems to be Ye." Zhang Furui was talking, peeking at Madam Ling's face.

Heart secretly cry.

Your Ling family doesn't care about commoner blood, but our Zhang family does.

Marrying a daughter to a commoner who is big and thick, isn't that a flower stuck in cow dung?

However, if the general's mother spoke, it would be like a marriage gift from the military department, and she would not even have the right to refuse.

At the thought of being called "Mom" by a humble commoner, Mrs. Zhang felt a chill in her heart.

Fortunately, things did not develop as Zhang Furu imagined.

Mrs. Ling was just holding a teacup, sipping tea gracefully, and casually changed the subject, "By the way, the orphanage on An Lexing has recently built a new dormitory building..." Of course, all the guests followed closely, the topic Now on to lovely orphans and charitable donations.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly warmed up.

However, everyone knew in their hearts that just now, Madam Ling, who seemed to have never paid attention to the affairs of the military department, had actually expressed her position implicitly among the ladies.

She absolutely agrees with General Ling's earth-shattering speech criticizing the theory of blood in the military department recently.

The Ling family doesn't seem to be splitting from within as some careerists secretly speculated.

Chang Shengxing.

In order to celebrate General Ling Wei's birthday, the general public of Chang Sheng Xing got a day off with pay, and the people on vacation happily went out to have fun. On this day, the bars are usually so busy that they can't find a place.

But, except for this old bar.

It's not that the business is so bad that there are no customers even on festival days, but because the entire bar has been booked out by someone.

The boss looked at the man in casual clothes sitting in front of the bar, and touched his nose helplessly.

How nostalgic people are, they will always sit in the same seat and order the same extremely nasty drink.

"Or a cup of doomsday clove?" The boss came over and asked.

The man nods.

Soon, a cup of prepared doomsday clove appeared on the bar.

The old cocktails that haven't been mixed for many years, because of the appearance of this man, are now being mixed more and more smoothly and proficiently.

"Now, welcome to General Ling Wei to give a speech!"

Following the announcement by the host, frenzied applause came from the speakers, which suddenly disturbed the originally silent air in the bar.

"Sorry, it must be the guys who watched the football game last night and turned the volume up too loud." The boss picked up the remote control and was about to turn down the volume when he heard a man's voice.

"Don't tone it down, that's all."

"Don't you think it's a little noisy?"

"Today the whole Federation is arguing to celebrate someone's birth," the man sneered, "why care about this?"

In the cracks between the smiles, there seemed to be tiny wounds tearing open.

"It's up to you." The boss put down the remote control and walked away from him.

The mysterious man is also a frequent visitor, he doesn't talk much, and exudes a huge aura that makes people dare not approach easily, but he spends money very generously.The boss doesn't want to lose such a generous guest, he likes to be quiet, so let him drink that cup of doomsday lilac, which is really not delicious.

"...Macken's soldiers, I, Ling Wei, am glad to meet you here today..."

The people on the screen are young, full of vigor, and speak forcefully.

Looking at that familiar face, the man only felt bursts of heartache, full of restless grief and indignation.

Ling Wei's birthday was a big day for the entire Federation to cheer.

More than 20 years ago, it meant the death of the person he hated the most.

Today, more than 20 years ago, his beloved, bruised and humiliated, was... killed by his own hands.

"Wei Ting, how are you today?"

Will the wounds left by today many years ago still hurt? "

He asked silently in his heart.

I don't know how the soul dormant under this handsome face on the screen will answer.However, he was in pain.

As long as Wei Ting can't live happily by his side for a day, as long as his previous experience can't be completely wiped out by his own hands, every year on this day, he will feel heartbroken.

Pain in the excitement and cheers of the Federation, pain in the street filled with the high-spirited face of a certain general, pain in the celebration fireworks one after another, in the deafening salute one after another pain……

Ever since he lost Wei Ting, he has been in pain tearing his nerves all the time.

And the most painful day was May [-]th.

On this day, he lost Wei Ting.

On this day, he lost the whole world.

Since then, his life has become the glass of wine in his hand—the endless doomsday, the cloves are empty and bitter.

Where is the person who talked and laughed with him back then, ordered this glass of wine together, and narrowed his eyes tightly because of the bitter taste after taking only a sip?

"My God! What is this thing?"

"It's the end of the day."

"Is there such a terrible lilac in the universe?"

Yes, Wei Ting.

This is the most terrifying clove in the universe, nothing can be more bitter and astringent than it.

"You are indeed here." The man's voice suddenly reached his ears, as if he was always indifferent like a lone wolf who was far away from home, pulling him back from the painful memories.

The hand that tightly squeezed the doomsday lilac in his hand, and almost crushed the glass, gradually relaxed.

"Pei Tang, what are you doing here? If the Science Department is too busy, find some chores elsewhere."

Other than Ling Wei, the only person who could walk into the bar directly through the plainclothes guards guarding outside to disturb his cleanliness was Petang Shura.

Ling Wei will not come here.

Isn't that the most popular general in the entire federation busy giving speeches and receiving everyone's cheers?

"Isn't it Ling San Health Day? I simply let the Science Department have a day off. There are celebrations everywhere, even if they keep them, they will be absent-minded at work. Hey, how are you?" Sitting on the high stool next to him, leaning against the bar, snapped his fingers at the boss in the distance, and raised his voice, "Give me a cup of that... Doomsday Lilac, right? Well, it is Doomsday Lilac." Although not Knowing the identity of the visitor, but this sharp look is not something ordinary people would have. Without further ado, the boss came over and made a drink he specified, put it on the table, and then avoided it again.

"My information is not wrong, you only order this thing every time you come here, but you have to try something special."

Peitang was about to pick up the wine glass when the man suddenly stopped him with his hand.

The man picked up the cocktail he had just mixed and poured it without hesitation, the tilted liquor wet the floor.