If there is one person in the Blood Fox Brigade that Yan Fenghuo respects from the bottom of his heart, it is definitely the captain Zhang Fuji. He is very aware of everything Zhang Fuji has done to train himself. This is a person who has dedicated his whole life to the army.
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In addition, Zhang Fuji is also very suitable for his appetite. He is a standard old fox.
The captain is looking for something for me now. Is he finally willing to let me go on a mission?
Yan Fenghuo walked towards Zhang Fuji's office, feeling an inexplicable sense of excitement in his heart along the way. He had been training for these years. Although he never said it, deep down in his heart he was very eager to carry out a real mission. It was definitely very exciting.
"Report!" Yan Fenghuo knocked on the door twice, shouted a report and pushed in.
Entering the office, he saluted Zhang Fuji, who was sitting at his desk, and waited for the other person to reveal the purpose of coming to him.
Seeing Yan Fenghuo, Zhang Fuji showed a smile on his face. He was very satisfied with Yan Fenghuo. Being able to complete all the training in ten stations in five years was enough to prove that the original choice was correct. This Yan Fenghuo is a born warrior.
, and is the most spiritual and resilient, the best warrior.
"Fenghuo, how's Hai Xun doing?" Zhang Fuji asked.
"No shame." Yan Fenghuo smiled playfully.
For him, all training has only one meaning, and that is not to be embarrassed. And his lack of shame is definitely not just about the same, but the best.
"Very good." Zhang Fuji nodded and said to Yan Fenghuo with a kind face: "It's been five years. At the beginning, you said you wanted to leave our Blood Fox. What do you think now?"
"Will you let me go if I want to leave?" Yan Fenghuo chuckled and said, "Captain, if you have anything to say, don't hide it, just say it."
This is a common question. Everyone knows that Yan Fenghuo doesn’t want to stay in the Blood Fox Brigade at all. But after so many years, the thought of leaving has faded away. Because he has a sense of belonging, he has not thought about it deeply.
Question. But it does not mean that he is willing to stay in the Blood Fox Brigade for the rest of his life, but the premise is that Zhang Fuji is willing to let him go.
"I'm willing to let it go. I'm absolutely willing to let it go. You've been with the team for five years and you've only been training. You haven't even had a vacation to visit your family. Do you want to go back and have a look?"
Hearing these words, Yan Fenghuo's eyes flashed with longing. He didn't want to go home, but he always felt that he was not ready yet, or that he was still escaping.
Zhang Fuji's face suddenly darkened. He gently took out a telegram from the drawer and placed it on the table. He stared at Yan Fenghuo and said solemnly: "This is the telegram that your biological father passed away."
Yan Fenghuo's body trembled violently, his eyes were full of complexity, the expression on his face was indescribable, and he seemed to be at a loss.
"I know what happened to you, and I also know why you had to come to the army." Zhang Fuji sighed and said, "Actually, everyone has such and such things, and blindly escaping is not an option. That is your biological father, even for one day
He is also your biological father who has not raised you, so you should go back."
Yan Fenghuo reached out and picked up the telegram, his hands trembling slightly.
His biological father... His biological father is dead...
"Just tell me this?"
"Yes, I know something about your situation."
Zhang Fuji knew why Yan Fenghuo came to the army. His motivation for joining the army could be summed up in two words: escape.
"Why are you telling me?" Yan Fenghuo, who was holding the telegram, turned around and shouted loudly: "What do you think I should do? Are you teaching me what to do? You are not me, and you will never understand me.
You can't imagine my mood. Do you think you understand me? Do you think I will listen to what you say?"
Suddenly, Yan Fenghuo let out a burst of wild laughter. He tore the telegram into pieces, with tears in his eyes. His laughter was heartbreaking.
"Hahahaha... How does a father, a father who doesn't even want his biological son, have the right to be respected by me? So what if he dies? I know the deceased is the biggest, but I won't go to the funeral or make sackcloth for him.
Dai Xiao's son. Because he has no qualifications, he has no qualifications for me to send him away!"
Zhang Fuji turned around, looked at Yan Fenghuo with a complex expression, and sighed softly: "Yan Fenghuo, he is your biological father after all..."
"No!" Yan Fenghuo yelled: "I don't recognize it, and I will never recognize it in my life!"
"But this is a fact. How long are you going to run away from me?" Zhang Fuji said loudly.
"Escape? Is this an escape?" Yan Fenghuo raised his head and said with a sad smile: "If this is considered an escape, then everything I do is an escape. I will not forgive him, and I will never forgive him in my life. No father is willing to
No father is willing to do such a thing by giving his biological son to others. I don’t need to understand him, and there is no need to understand him. I don’t believe it. They really couldn’t support me at that time; I don’t believe it anymore.
, they will really try to make my life better!"
"As you said, no father is willing to give his biological son away. Maybe he really has his own reasons."
"Fart!" Yan Fenghuo, who became extremely emotionally unstable, roared loudly: "Do you know why he gave me away? For money! He didn't give me away at all, but sold me as a piece of goods.
! He sold me for two hundred yuan. What kind of difficulties did he have to sell his biological son for two hundred yuan? You tell me!"
This is the deepest secret and the deepest pain in Yan Fenghuo's heart. His biological father sold him for only two hundred yuan. How do you ask him to forgive and for what reason?
forgive?
Over the years, he still couldn't figure out why his biological father did this, how could he do such a thing? Pain, sadness, disgrace... Yan Fenghuo thought too much, and he also tried to understand his biological father's difficulties, but
A transaction worth two hundred dollars is nothing.
Parents who are not biological parents have never regarded themselves as a high-quality person, and even love themselves more than their biological sons. But what have the biological parents done?
He couldn't choose his destiny before, but now he can. So he chose, chose to forget his biological parents who were blood related to him forever, and chose to give up on them completely eighteen years after they gave up on him.
It's relative, it's fair.
Zhang Fuji allowed Yan Fenghuo to vent his emotions. No matter who this happened to, he had the right to vent.
Is his behavior considered an escape? No, it is not an escape. He just wants to use this method to stay away from this vortex that can suffocate people and leave everyone an independent space. This is also what a man does,
Although it may be misunderstood by many people, it is undeniable that Yan Fenghuo has carried too much.
His pride had long been ruthlessly shattered by this fact, so he felt inferior, and his whole person was tightly wrapped in an inferiority complex. This inferiority came from the fact that he was sold by his biological father for two hundred yuan. Because of his inferiority, he
He had to be desperately proud, desperately trying to maintain all pride except this one. He wanted others to see a proud Yan Fenghuo, not the inferiority complex behind his life experience.
Everyone misunderstood Yan Fenghuo, and everyone misunderstood him.
"In addition to your biological father, you also have a sister, a biological sister." Zhang Fuji took a breath and said: "You have the right to choose. I shouldn't interfere in your personal affairs. But I don't want you to leave.
Go to the extreme, because what I want to see is a calm and wise Yan Fenghuo. You have to remember that no one dares to laugh at you now, because you have become a strong person, stronger than many, many people."
My biological sister, yes, I also have a biological sister.
A timid face appeared in front of Yan Fenghuo's eyes, and he thought of the girl whose eyebrows were very similar to his own. She was his biological sister.
"Huh..." Yan Fenghuo breathed out heavily: "What should I do?"
"You know better than anyone what to do, the decision is in your hands." Zhang Fuji walked to Yan Fenghuo, pressed his shoulder and said earnestly: "Fenghuo, there is no way to choose a person's origin. This is a
This is a regret, but you have to face it. I have no right to speak about your family affairs. I just hope that you will not leave yourself with a lifelong regret after one regret."
"Should I go back?" Yan Fenghuo shook his head.
"You still have a family and parents who love you. But your sister no longer has parents or a home. She only has one biological brother who is related by blood."
Yan Fenghuo stopped talking, lowered his head and bit his lip.
"Go back and come back after the matter is settled." Zhang Fuji said: "You can never escape what is your responsibility, because you are a man."
Yan Fenghuo remained silent, clutching the telegram tightly, turned and walked out of the office.
His heart was very confused. The sudden death of his biological father was like a calm lake being broken, full of ripples.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Fenghuo left his station in Sifang City and rushed home non-stop. He had to go back. He also had a sister, a biological sister.
Baochao Hutong, Coastal Coffee.
This is a small but very cozy coffee shop. The owner is a tall and thin young man, wearing glasses and with a stubble on his face. He is said to have returned from studying abroad. The owner calls himself Moses, but he is...
After adding the word "professor", he would always tell others seriously that he could marry four wives.
"Boss, here's a plate of small intestines cooked in marinated sauce, cooked in three taels of rags, and a bowl of old porcelain bean juice." A deep voice came to Moses' ears.
"I'm sorry, sir, we are a coffee shop. To cook the braised small intestines, you have to go to Nanheng Street, Xuanwumen; to cook the braised rice dumplings, you have to go to the Majiabao Yangqiao Building; and to make the old porcelain bean juice, you have to go to the north gate of the Temple of Heaven." Moses.
He raised his head and saw a young man with a wicked smile in front of him.
This young man is one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, about the same height as Moses. He has a rough, dark cheek with sharp edges, and the line of his chin is as strong as a marble statue carved with a knife, giving him an incomparable look.
A feeling of perseverance; the sword-like eyebrows on his evil-smiling eyes are domineering; the black pupils are so bright that they sparkle with bright light. Although there is a hint of teasing, the calmness and composure in the depth of the pupils make you involuntarily lost.
Inside.
His waist is extremely straight, and the exposed skin shows a metallic-hard sheen. His 180-centimeter-long back and waist give people an extremely smooth feeling like an African cheetah, and you can clearly feel his body inside.
Magnificent explosive power.
The whole person standing there is a kind of pride, a kind of self-confidence, and a kind of grace that ordinary people can only dream of.
"Bring me a piece of cheesecake with stinky tofu sandwiched between it, beautiful! Hehe."
"Yan Fenghuo!" Moses looked surprised, and then gave Yan Fenghuo a hard punch: "You kid, are you willing to join the army?"
While talking, Moses neatly took out a bottle of vodka, took out two glasses, filled them, and pushed one of them to Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo smiled slightly tiredly. Despite this, his whole temperament still completely changed with this smile, and every pore sprayed out energetic sunlight, like a big boy.
After raising his head and drinking up a full glass of vodka, Yan Fenghuo pushed the glass to Moses and said, "Vanilla latte."
"Tangtang's favorite." Moses snapped his fingers with a happy smile on his face.
Yan Fenghuo, who had been on the road for two days and two nights, sat down tiredly and waited quietly. He had just gotten off the train and only contacted Tangtang. He did not dare to go home rashly. After all, he had not contacted his parents for five years. He was afraid that
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After a while, a girl came in panting, and saw Yan Fenghuo sitting there smiling at him.
Tangtang is here.
She tried hard to calm down her rapid breathing and walked over, picked up the hot coffee, and poured it firmly and without hesitation into Yan Fenghuo's face.