Ye Yangjian rested for the night in the guest room of his parents' house. The soft mattress made him feel unreal. Several years of military life and the harsh outdoor environment allowed Ye Yangjian to sleep anywhere. But when he returned,
At his parents' house, lying on the soft bed specially made by his mother Yang Ping, he had insomnia, because as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the army, his brothers, the guitarist, and the gunshot
The sound, and the scene where he cried loudly and took the lead in cutting the guitarist's body with a knife...
Ye Yangjian woke up from his dream again and sat tiredly on the bed looking at the saber in his hand. He wiped the sweat from his face and let out a long breath. He threw the tactical saber to the bedside helplessly and lay back on the bed to read.
He stared at the ceiling. Ye Yangjian knew that something was wrong with him, and hoped that time could heal this mental wound. Looking at the familiar layout in the room, a familiar feeling of strangeness arose in his heart. It had been too long! Ye Yangjian
It’s been too long since I’ve felt the warmth of home, and I’m no longer used to feeling at home.
After tossing and turning for a long time, I finally picked up the military blanket and spread it on the ground...
Ye Wenzhong got up very early the next day, as he always did every day. After making a cup of tea, he passed by the guest room and found that Ye Yangjian's door was open. He curiously stretched his head in and took a look. However, he did not find his son Ye Yangjian.
Seeing the neatly folded quilt, Ye Wenzhong smiled and shook his head. Thinking back to the time when he had just retired from the army, wasn't it the same? He got up early every day and folded the quilt neatly. Many years have passed.
A happy married life and his wife's virtuousness have changed his habit. He can't even remember the last time he made a quilt...
He took out a special gift that he had cheated yesterday and took a sip. Ye Wenzhong felt that his energy suddenly improved. He opened the door and planned to get the newspaper. He also looked for what his son was doing...
There is a small square in the community with a lot of fitness equipment. Ye Yangjian didn't sleep well yesterday. When he woke up in the morning and felt nothing happened, he came to exercise. After several years in the army, he was used to going out every morning.
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"Hey~ look at that young man, he's really good! He can compete with Dazhongzi~..." A group of adults and aunties who came out for morning exercise looked at Ye Yangjian who was practicing on the equipment and sighed.
"167...168...169..." Ye Yangjian was currently holding a horizontal bar and doing pull-ups. The slight sweat made his well-developed back muscles look shiny.
"Bah...you kid is showing off so early in the morning! Do you want to break your handsome dad's record? How about we bet on a special package?" Ye Wenzhong stood behind the horizontal bar and said disdainfully, regarding his son's education method,
His attitude has always been 'attack first, contempt second'...
"Old man... can you do it? It's a special offer again~ Damn! Look at your potential, can you have other pursuits?" Ye Yangjian fell on the horizontal bar and turned around and said with a smile.
"You kid can do it, but can I do it? Damn it! How can a man say no!..." Throwing away the newspaper in his hand, Ye Wenzhong spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and turned his neck.
He took off his T-shirt to reveal his overly muscular upper body. He jumped up and grabbed the horizontal bar. He looked so lively and energetic that he looked like a 50-year-old man...
"Oh, whose calf do I think is so ferocious? He is the son of the Dazhong family. I mean..." A group of old men nearby said jokingly while watching.
"Who do you think can win?..."
"Bet! Bet!...I'm the banker...hurry up, hurry up!..."
"Old man Li, what are you betting on?"
"Nonsense! Of course it's the morning pancakes and soy milk! Hurry up, hurry up, buy big and pay big, buy small and pay small! Lao Wang, you bet one and a half yuan, or two yuan and eggs!"
"I'm so loyal! A complete set of egg pancakes and soy milk!"
"I'll bet on the calf! It's also a complete set of egg pancakes and soy milk, plus two tea eggs for you! Do you want to follow?"
"I'll follow! I'll give you another bottle of yogurt!"
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Ye Yangjian lost the game that morning again, and his father cheated him out of the last package of special supplies...
Ye Wenzhong agreed to Ye Yangjian's request very simply. It was considered as compensation for Ye Yangjian...
"I'm more or less the head of the household now..." The house transfer procedures were completed quickly. Looking at the property certificate with his name on it, Ye Yang Jian said to Ye Wen Zhongyi with a grin.
The reason why he was forcibly discharged was because he did not have an ID card in the army, and he encountered many difficulties during the transfer procedures and real estate evaluation. Ye Wenzhong became angry and directly called his elder brother Ye Wentian and said that your nephew is in the army and asked you to take care of him.
, you took care of him like this? He also said that the relationship between the two brothers will be completely broken because of this incident, etc. In short, it was a mixture of contempt and threats. Ye Wentian also felt guilty and immediately called the local network.
, the house matter was settled in an instant...
"I have classes in the afternoon, and you know the way anyway. Go ahead and tidy up. If it doesn't work, ask your mother to tidy up for you. Come over for a meal when you have time. It's good to be independent, but don't treat your handsome dad like that.
I forgot about my hot mom. If you need anything, just call us and we will do whatever we can. Also, I’m afraid your mom will be frightened and haven’t told her about what happened to you in the army. You should be smart and don’t let it slip.
Yes, do you understand?..." Ye Wenzhong explained before leaving, and Ye Yangjian nodded in agreement.
When I went back to my parents' house to pick up my luggage, my mother Yang Ping had already gone to work. Ye Yangjian took a taxi with his things and left. This time he communicated with the driver in local dialect, and the driver did not take a detour...
Huiyun Villa is an old community. It has been built for more than 20 years. The greening and vegetation of the community have been well protected over the decades. Looking in from the door, it feels like a winding path leads to a quiet place.
A particularly popular and mature community. Every afternoon, a group of old men will play cards and chess under the shade of the trees next to the community square, amusing each other. There is also a choir composed of old ladies, who come together around four or five o'clock.
When it's cool, I put up a banner and sing red songs for my own entertainment. There is a large artificial lake in the center of the community. During the summer vacation, from time to time there are children who have finished their homework for the day, shouting and drinking, holding small fishing rods and small net bags.
, catch some small fish, shrimps, small butterflies and the like. Whenever you catch something, you will burst into laughter.
There are three universities around the villa, which are distributed in the shape of 'pin' around the community. One of them is Ye Yangjian's alma mater. Therefore, the night markets on both sides of the gate of this community are also very popular. In the evening, the open-air food stalls start to open, and the stalls are
The neon lights are flashing, and the fragrant Zhuge grilled fish, mutton skewers, roasted whole lamb, colorful lobsters, all kinds of refreshing stir-fry dishes, and the cool beer. Groups of students who come out to have tooth festivals do not want to cook at night.
Neighboring residents who bring their families out to eat at the food stalls. The sounds of adults shouting to their children, greetings among acquaintances, the laughter of diners, and the shouts of the boss make this old community look so rich at night
vitality.
Finally returning to the place where he grew up, Ye Yangjian smiled. Everything here was so familiar. He picked up his field backpack and walked home. Along the way, he saw many people he had known before, but he didn't
People recognized him. A few curious glances at him occasionally, but did not dare to go up and talk to him...
Ye Yangjian's appearance has changed a lot in the past three years. His long hair tied into a ponytail has long been cut off and replaced with a neat fake bald head. Even if the weather in Fujian is hot and the army asks him to grow his hair, Ye Yangjian will probably use it himself.
He was completely shaved off. Three years of military service had trained Ye Yangjian into a strong figure with the back of an ape and the waist of a wasp. Ye Yangjian's appearance does not have the word "handsome" in it. He is the type who is particularly good-looking.
A deep scar on the left side of his face not only did not affect his appearance, but instead added a sense of bloodiness and fortitude...
Arriving downstairs at his home, Ye Yangjian took out the key and opened the door...
There is an apartment on the third floor of Building 39 in the community. This is a house with three bedrooms and one living room, nearly 100 square meters. The house has no features and the interior decoration is very simple. There are only a few old sofas and coffee tables in the living room and on the wall.
There are several old paintings hanging. The room is very tidy, exactly the same as when he left. The only difference is that all the furniture and electrical appliances are covered with a layer of white cloth to cover the dust. It is obviously my mother's handiwork.
This is the taste of home. Ye Yangjian put down his bag with a smile and removed the white cloth from the furniture. He found a box and put them all in. He found a broom and mop from the bathroom and immediately started cleaning the room...
After finishing all this, Ye Yangjian sat on the old sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette and smoked. Looking at the old family photos hanging on the wall, he thought of his kind grandmother and missing grandfather...
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"First try to find a job that can make a living, and then you must find a way to find out the whereabouts of grandpa!..." Ye Yangjian thought to himself. He looked at his field watch and it was already past 6 o'clock. Ye Yangjian thought about getting some.
What to eat.
Ye Yangjian knew how to cook, but there was nothing at home, and it seemed too late to buy it now. Suddenly thinking of the food stalls in the night market downstairs, Ye Yangjian laughed, ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
I dug out a T-shirt, opened the closet and found a pair of basketball shorts I had worn before, put it in front of my nose and smelled it... Damn! It's not bad! Let's just make do with it! Put on the shorts and T-shirt.
Tactical boots, a pack of "God of War" cigarettes and just go out...
The street of food stalls at the entrance of the community is filled with the smell of cooking, the light of stoves, red lobsters, refreshing beer, and groups of diners happily drinking... Business is booming and bustling...
Ye Yangjian found a stall that he had frequented before and sat down.
"Brother, what do you want to eat?" Seeing the guests coming, the landlady immediately enthusiastically brought a pot of barley tea and poured a cup of tea for Ye Yangjian. Although Ye Yangjian had a scar on his face, he was a food stall owner.
The emphasis in the stall business is that 'everyone who comes is a guest'. No matter what religion you are or whether you are a celebrity escort girl, you will be treated equally. Here you can get the same warm greeting.
"Haha~ Third Aunt, please bring me some things first, one boiled peanut, one three-ounce roasted whole lamb, two roasted chicken wings, one tomato scrambled egg. Two grilled steamed bun slices, one side should be burnt.
Bake it, and give me two bottles of beer. Thank you..." Ye Yangjian casually reported the names of several dishes, which were his favorite things in the past...
"Yo~! This big brother really knows how to eat. Just like what our little Jianzi ordered before, he only has one side of grilled buns... So does the little guy, wait! You are... the boss! Come here..."
The third aunt, the proprietress, looked at Ye Yangjian in surprise for a while, then turned back and shouted to her husband in surprise...