When a ruffian meets a veteran

Ling Jianuo spent the whole morning in a daze.Apart from beer and instant noodles in Tang Wenjie's refrigerator, he didn't even have a bottle of mineral water. He hadn't drank a sip of water since last night, so today he didn't even have to go to the toilet to drain the water.

Looking at the classmates who took the bowls, chopsticks and spoons to eat in the cafeteria one after another, Ling Jianuo turned his head and glanced at the office building opposite.He is a very picky eater and never eats lunch in the school cafeteria. In the past, Ling Yuntian would spoil him. He made a bento box from home and brought it to school. He would put it in the microwave and heat it up for lunch. He liked to eat the meal made by Ling Yuntian .

Tang Wenjie said he was sick and advised him to see a psychiatrist.Ling Jianuo knew that he was not sick, but he was really reluctant to part with Ling Yuntian, and he didn't want to accept a life without Ling Yuntian's company from now on.

Even if he knows how to deceive himself, even if Tang Wenjie says he loves his father...

Talking back to old man Qiao in the morning, he was invited to the office by the class teacher at noon, and that set of earnest words and crying made Ling Jianuo wonder if he was rehearsing with old man Qiao in the Qiong Yao TV series?

Back in the classroom, there was an extra carton of milk and a piece of bread on the table as usual.Ling Jianuo lowered his eyes, walked over to pick up the milk and bread, carried them to the trash can in the corner of the classroom, raised his hand and threw them in.

Senior three students are always the most anxious figure in the school, going to school and leaving school are all in a tight rhythm, of course, Ling Jianuo is an exception.He waited for almost everyone in the classroom to leave before standing up from his seat.

"Ling Jianuo, who knows that every piece of Chinese food is painstaking, do you know that it is shameful to waste it? Why did you throw away the bread and milk I gave you?"

The clear voice with a bit of anger attracted a lot of attention as soon as he opened his mouth.Ling Jianuo didn't even raise his eyelids, he just ignored the round and tight jeans legs lying in front of his eyes, and put on his skates on his own.

Wang Xiaoting, the head of the first class, the flower of the first school, her father is the dean of the school, her mother is an angel in white, her family is not considered prominent, but she is also very wealthy.She studied piano and dance since she was a child, and has good qualifications. She has always been known as a well-behaved and sensible little talented girl by her neighbors.

In school, Wang Xiaoting's popularity is comparable to her talent, and her relationship with the opposite sex has always been the same as her academic performance. She stands out among the students and overlooks the top of the group of schools.She has many suitors in the school. As the president of the student union, as long as she takes the lead in organizing activities, not only will the booth be full of participants, but even the soy sauce party will have to go around for a few rounds.

So at this moment, when she appeared, the originally insensitive students around her seemed to be given a big resurrection by the holy mage of the Temple of Light.The most exciting thing for Diaosi, who is stuck in the book and at the age of hormonal excess physiological needs, is seeing the goddess in person.

On the contrary, the most painful thing is to see the goddess posting upside down...

Wang Xiaoting bit her lip and tried to hold back her tears, and stared at Ling Jianuo who was squatting on the ground with aggrieved eyes. After a moment of stalemate, she begged in a muffled nasal voice, "Ling Jianuo, you have a bad stomach and don't like bread. As for milk, can I bring you bento from tomorrow?"

Standing up, rolling the pulley, bypassing Qingcheng in front of him, Ling Jianuo ran towards the school gate without looking back, leaving Wang Xiaoting heartbroken and a group of Xihua who were burning with envy and cursed messenger.

"Hey, isn't this our school beauty Wang? Tsk tsk... It's really infatuated to rush to post it every day, but it's a pity that the flowers are intentional and the water is ruthless." There is a silver ring on the nose, and the ears are four A skull blinded the eyes of many dogs, and Zhao Ruishan walked over with an explosive dead grass on her face like a spring breeze.

That fatherly voice immediately gave Wang Xiaoting goosebumps all over her body.She glanced dejectedly at the place where Ling Jianuo disappeared, and when she looked back, she already had a smile on her face. The instant brilliance made the tenderness in the flower bed lose its color, "It's better than some people if you rush to post it. If you dump it, it's like a cowhide plaster, and you will die in front of Jianuo all day... Zhao Ruishan, you are already out of the game, so, no matter how wishful thinking, Jianuo will not even look at you!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoting didn't wait for Zhao Ruishan's reaction, she threw her soft long hair behind her back, and gracefully turned and left.

Zhao Ruishan's face turned red and white from anger, her eyes staring at Wang Xiaoting were full of viciousness and hatred.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Ruishan roared angrily when she saw the people around her looking at her strangely, and fled with her high heels twisting her ass.

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The feet slid out in a beautiful arc, the toes touched, and the single-row wheels stopped firmly on the side of the road.Ling Jianuo looked at the street lights that had just turned red, and slid into a department store after making a detour.

On the food shelf, I took a piece of bread and a carton of milk, the same brand as I had thrown away during the day.Ling Jianuo shuttled between the shelves for a while, and then he slid up after the men in the high-end tobacco and alcohol area left.

In the aisle ahead, two pushcarts collided, Ling Jianuo raised his eyes from under the fiery red hair, suddenly accelerated, touched the man's waist, and narrowly fell into the pushcart Going up, took advantage of the trend and fell two steps forward, and escaped in embarrassment amidst the scolding of a group of aunts.

At the checkout counter, Ling Jianuo raised his eyebrows, looking at a person who is quite expected, why is the wallet so flimsy?Twisted two fingers and counted, 7 pieces of 100 yuan, 3 pieces of 50 yuan, 1 piece of 20 yuan, and 1 yuan... 18 pieces, a total of 888 yuan.

Good numbers are auspicious.He took out a 20 card and got back 6 yuan and 5 cents. Ling Jianuo put the change away, and when he turned around, he saw a man coming towards him with a wine bottle. He took out his ID card and put it on the cash register. Putting away the wallet without a trace, took a bite of the bread, the pulley grunted, and left the mall.

Mi Yanchen put the wine in his hand on the cash register, but when he lowered his head, he was stunned for a moment. He took back his ID card expressionlessly, said "no more" to the staff who was scanning the barcode, and raised his foot Out of the mall.

The driver Xiao Liu saw him getting into the car empty-handed, and asked suspiciously, "Mi Dui, didn't you say to buy wine for the team leader?"

"Forget it, the leader doesn't like this tone. If I buy it, he will probably have to let me stand in a military posture for three hours." Mi Yanchen replied with a smile.

Xiao Liu was stunned, and then nodded with deep sense of reason, "Then are we going directly to the leader's house now?"

"Um"

The car drove over the viaduct and went down to the downtown street. Mi Yanchen suddenly saw the flaming red head surrounded by the crowd, "Xiao Liu, get over to the side."

Ling Jianuo played along with the street singers, his feet moved frequently, the toes of his shoes were close together, and he rotated 360 degrees around his chest. When he stopped, he suddenly put one hand on the ground, his legs followed the rhythm, and stepped on each other a few steps in the air. As the artist plucked out the ending vibrato, he stood up crisply and beautifully.

From the surrounding crowd, there was crackling applause...

The corner of his mouth curled into a proud arc, and he raised his head slightly. Under the fiery red long hair, Ling Jianuo's smooth forehead was exposed, and his eyes were full of unrestraint.

The singing man put down his guitar and gave Ling Jianuo a thumbs up. Even he couldn't help but feel excited by the young man's dynamic dance.

Ling Jianuo smiled back, took out his wallet and took out five 5 red notes and put them into the shoe box in front of him, then kicked back and slipped into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Mi Yanchen stared at the 500 yuan in the box, and his hands hanging on both sides unconsciously clenched into fists.He raised his head and looked at Ling Jianuo who had slipped away, but his fiery red hair had already melted into the sea of ​​people.

However, the startled glance just now, that face, looks clean!

The singing man put away the money with trembling fingers, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and put away the 500 yuan Ling Jianuo gave him, and put it in the pocket inside his coat.

Mi Yanchen glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned and returned to the car.

Holding back his breath, he stood upright in this book-scented living room, Mi Yanchen felt that he must read the almanac first next time he went out.First, the wallet was snatched away without a sound, and the thief in the back even used his money to reward the artist who sells and sings. After that, he is still being forced to stand in a military posture in the living room.

After leaving the army for more than half a year, Mi Yanchen suddenly felt his muscles a little stiff. He stared at the picture of eight steeds on the wall for a while. He really couldn't find anything to pass the time, so he had to start thinking about the thief again. The man in his wallet, to be precise, should be a teenager, and his face still looks a little domineering and childish.

Mi Yanchen seldom pays attention to anyone. Maybe it's because the boy's flamboyant hair is too eye-catching, or maybe he stole his money but generously gave it to others. In short, from just now, his I can't get rid of the eye-catching fiery red in my mind.

"Hmph! Captain Mi is really promising. He can travel to outer space while standing in a military posture."

Mi Yanchen was startled by the mid-air voice and majestic anger, and immediately calmed down again. He continued to stare at the Eight Horses in front of him with a blank expression, without even leaving a trace of the middle-aged man in military uniform next to him. young man.

"Slow down! Attention!... Salute!"

One command and one action, until the last salute, Mi Yanchen moved his fingers but did not raise his hand.

Zhang Guoqiang looked at his former subordinate, the soldier with the most outstanding all-round combat ability in the entire South China Military Region, feeling helpless and bitter in his heart.Although he already knew the answer, he still couldn't help asking, "It's been more than half a year, and your injury has healed, when do you plan to return to the army?"

There was a moment of stiffness on Mi Yanchen's face, and the next moment, it returned to dullness. "Replying to Commander Zhang, Mi Yanchen has already changed his job... From now on, there will only be Mi Yanchen who runs a hotel, and there will be no Mi Yanchen who is a sharpshooter."

"You bastard!" Zhang Guoqiang yelled angrily. Seeing that Mi Yanchen didn't look at him, he pulled him over angrily, and asked into those deep eyes, "You joined the army at the age of 18 and served in the army for 5 years. Which drop of blood is not branded with the word army? In the army, you can create a legend, and you can also cultivate more legends, open a hotel, what the hell can you do to open a hotel?"

"I can support a widow and three children." The firm and powerful voice was as solemn and sacred as he put on the green uniform and stood under the national flag on the first day to swear an oath.