Political Commissar Ning stared at Li Kuiyong with a complicated expression.

After a while, he sighed:

"I haven't seen each other for four years, I've been a battalion-level officer. This promotion is like a rocket. I deserve to be your Li Kuiyong..."

Li Kuiyong smiled and handed over a cigarette:

“Good luck, good luck…”

What is this? How can you be an official these days?

Just say that the boy named Wang is almost overwhelmed by the horse. Whose Rocket can catch up with him?

Seeing that the old man took the cigarette, he quickly lit the matches and lit them for him.

Political Commissar Ning took a sip of cigarette, shook his head and said:

"No, what luck is good? I read your resume. I have been a scout and a pilot in the past four years... Three first-class merits and four second-class merits. How difficult is this? You can't hide it from me... You are only in your early twenties, why are you doing so hard?"

Li Kuiyong said:

"Actually, it's not very hard. I can't lose face in our art troupe, right?"

Political Commissar Ning was amused by him:

"You are so slick, and the art troupe still needs you to earn your face? It's enough for us to have Qinling. You can just recover from your injuries with peace of mind, and you don't need anything else..."

When he heard the word "rehabilitation", Qin Ling, who was smiling beside him, suddenly became anxious. He grabbed Li Kuiyong's arm and asked anxiously:

"Kuiyong, are you injured? Where are you injured?"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"I'm pretty good at all. I made a lot of contributions this time. The military region has promoted the company to three levels. I don't know where to arrange it, so I asked me to come back..."

Qin Ling didn't believe it and was about to ask, Political Commissar Ning said helplessly:

"Qinling, stop asking. This kid is full of confidentiality. The task is confidential, and the reason for the promotion is also confidential. Even if he is injured, it is confidential... He will not say it!"

Qin Ling glanced at Li Kuiyong with dissatisfaction.

Political Commissar Ning smiled and said:

"Kuiyong, you don't know. When Qinling came in just now, I almost didn't dare to admit it. She actually walked in with a smile!"

Li Kuiyong glanced at Qinling in confusion:

"What's wrong? She can't laugh?"

Political Commissar Ning looked at the two people ambiguously and said meaningfully:

"This girl is not sure what kind of stimulation she has been. Since she went to Beijing two years ago, she has been frozen since she came back, and she has been stern every day, keeping people from being thousands of miles away. She neither speaks nor laughs anymore. She just trains... When you come today, she is actually laughing!"

Li Kuiyong pretended not to know and said with a wicked smile:

"No wonder those little guys are like quails when they see you. Why? They lifted up the shelf when they are taken, Beauty Qin?"

Qinling glared at him:

"Ask aware of it!"

Feeling unsatisfied, she pinched his arm again, but Li Kuiyong did not react at all, as if she was pinching Ning Zhengmeng's arm.

The old man was happy again:

"Qinling is talented. With this practice, it is really a masterpiece of singing and dancing, and it has become the pillar of our art troupe... Let's talk about these things in the future. If you can drink now, you can't have a new training section chief, so why do you have to organize a reception banquet, right?"

Li Kuiyong said:

"Of course I can drink, you have to call a few more people... By the way, I have one more thing... Is the training section chief going to allocate a house? I want to ask for one more room to let my sister He Xiaoman live next door. This girl is a little autistic..."

Political Commissar Ning widened his eyes:

"What did you say? When will He Xiaoman become your sister?"

Qinling muttered:

"Just just recognized it!"

Political Commissar Ning frowned. This kid doesn't do good things when he comes. Does this sister recognize her casually? She still wants to go through the back door to make a special move?

Li Kuiyong hurriedly explained:

"Political Commissar Ning, don't listen to the nonsense of Qinling's niece... He Xiaoman was my sister when she was four years old. His father entrusts me to me before he died..."

Political Commissar Ning bounced the ashes and interrupted him without hesitation:

"Stop, stop... You're so outrageous about making up this lie. He Xiaoman's father is living a good life, isn't Director He?"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"You are not well-informed. Director He is her stepfather. When He Xiaoman was four years old, her biological father died. She was a literati. She worked as an editor of a pictorial and wrote some essays and scripts. She didn't become famous. Later... she was arrested and committed suicide..."

Political Commissar Ning was stunned for a moment and said dissatisfiedly:

"This political review work is too careless, is there such a thing?"

Li Kuiyong continued:

"Her mother is playing the yangqin and guzheng in the troupe. She is young and beautiful, so when He Xiaolan was six years old, she married Director He and gave birth to a younger brother and a younger sister for him. Since then, this girl has never been popular, so her personality has some problems."

Qinling, who was beside him, suddenly interrupted:

"No problem. She just talks less, but she practices very hard. I see that the group of female soldiers from Shanghai are the ones who work the most..."

Li Kuiyong sighed:

"The key is the word "[Fastfulness]". She subconsciously has the desire to die. This girl loves illness, pain, and danger... So, she is not afraid of hardship and does not hesitate to pain. Anyway, no one hurts her, and she will break it and gets hurt..."

Political Commissar Ning's expression became serious. He didn't know that the art troupe had raised such a little freak. It was not long and nothing happened. But if Li Kuiyong was right, with this personality, he would not be able to die that day!

"Kui Yong, this is not nonsense!"

Li Kuiyong said seriously:

"Political Commissar, how can I talk nonsense? I have been looking for He Xiaoman for a long time. Not long ago, I learned about her life in Shanghai through a comrade-in-arms relationship. Speaking of which, her mother is really a character..."

With her 28-year-old but even more graceful look than 22-year-old, He Xiaoman's mother found her a director's stepfather who was born in Qiu Ba. The elegant and wise nature of her first husband was destined to be kind and weak, so she found a completely opposite man, who was rough but powerful.

The mother was cautious about her husband who was over 10 years older than her. The ex-husband who committed suicide for fear of guilt was a historical stain for her and her daughter, so they entered the house as dwarfs. The mother and son were like pairs of shellless snails of all sizes, crawling into the alley and into Director He's house, parasitizing in Director He's solid hard shell.

The six-year-old daughter's historical stain is even bigger because it began before her birth. This is a genetic code that she cannot change for life and will never be erased by being cautious. Her life irreversibly flows with the fate of her father.

The mother's omnipotence, the deliberate intention of playing a virtuous wife and good mother in order to create a harmonious family, made Xiao Man always believe that the mother sacrificed herself for her daughter to have a superior living environment...

Outside the door of the big bedroom that was closed at night, she stood barefoot in the darkness, and every strange whine from the room reminded her of the tragic sacrificing her mother's sacrifice.

And then, she was only six years old.

Director He, who was a scout, soon discovered the little spy outside the door listening to the corner of the wall. He did not weave a beautiful fairy tale for his six-year-old daughter like his current parents, so that she believed that "dad beats mother" was actually reasonable and reasonable...

On the contrary, he was like a spy who tried to interrogate He Xiaoman through the door. In the chilly spring, the six-year-old He Xiaoman stood barefoot on the ground trembling. Through the crack in the door, he shouted and said coldly to fall on her head:

"I've been a spy since I was only a few years old? Eavesdropping and peeping! Your mother and I are a couple. Who do you tell me if you hear me?"

The six-year-old girl was frightened. Her high fever lasted for seven days. No injections and pills were effective. On the eighth day, she became cold all over.

Maybe she felt that she was dying, and her mother hugged her tightly, warmed her with her body, and rescued this unpopular burial bottle...

Nine months later, my younger brother came, and a year later, my younger sister came with me.

One day at the age of five, my younger brother announced that my sister was the most annoying person in the world, and there was no unpleasant place from head to toe.

The declaration was recognized by the whole family, including He Xiaoman.

He Xiaoman knows that she has many annoying habits, such as taking food as long as there is no one in the kitchen, and her movements are faster than thieves. If you don’t eat, you can dig a spoonful of sugar or a spoonful of lard and stuff it into your mouth.

But at the dining table, sometimes when my mother picks up a piece of braised pork for her, she will immediately stick it to the bottom of the bowl and cover it with rice. When everyone finishes eating, she will dig out the meat and chew it a little bit.

The nanny said that Xiaoman was like a dog in her village. It was not easy to find a bone. She couldn't bear to bite it. She was afraid that other dogs would rob it, so she dug a hole to bury the bones and pissed it up. No one would dig it out when he robbed it and chewed it firmly...

This is what my brother can’t stand the most:

When you are digging your nose so hard that you feel like you are in a private state, but suddenly you find that the oil bottle that has been lowering your head is secretly looking at you, and you have been watching you for a long time.

Sometimes, a burp comes up, and you bubbling from bottom to top, but you find a gaze coming, like black lightning, and then rushing away, making you suspect that she had been ambushing this burp long ago...

Thieves and rat eyes!

Xiaolan gradually grew taller. One day, she secretly wore a mother's red wool sweater to dance at the school's art propaganda team. After she came back, she was attacked by the whole family and unanimously asked her to plead guilty and punish her and explain the crime of "theft".

After a series of struggles, He Xiaoman still compromised. She lifted up the jacket on her body, and the red wool sweater was underneath. She slowly took off her coat, then lifted up the bottom of the wool sweater, and took it off from bottom to top. It hurts like molting her skin...

Her head finally came out of a red sweater, and the mother found that her daughter was crying.

The mother thinks that the most annoying thing about this daughter is that she doesn’t cry and doesn’t cry when she beat her to death. How can a girl who doesn’t cry normally?

Now she was crying.

The mother's nose and eyes also turned red. She wiped her tears for the daughter of the oil bottle and smoothed her hair because she took off her sweater and made her swearing promise:

When you grow up, I will definitely give it to you!

Three years later, Xiao Lan grew up in a red sweater, but the red sweater was worn on her sister. Her mother said that her sister's skin was white, Xiao Lan was black, and she was wearing a red countryside style...
To be continued...