An hour later, the girl in the suite was still moaning and seemed extremely tired.
Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting in the corridor, suddenly burst out with a smile: Damn, the talent is quite powerful, but don't break this little girl, hehe. We soldiers have strong waist and abdomen, and we can do it with one hand and one foot.
…
Suddenly, the cigarette in Yan Fenghuo's mouth fell on the carpet. He jumped up suddenly, kicked the door open and rushed in.
Everything in the suite was neat and tidy, and the top-notch lady who had spent a lot of money to find her was sitting alone on the empty bed, groaning under the strain.
"Where are the people!!!" Yan Fenghuo shouted at the young lady.
"Let's go." The lady stopped moaning and said calmly.
Her eyes were full of contempt, yes, she looked at Yan Fenghuo with contempt.
Yan Fenghuo looked at the sealed floor-to-ceiling windows and then at the ventilation duct above his head. He grabbed the young lady and gritted his teeth and said, "Where did he go? Why did he let him go?"
The disdain in the lady's eyes became even stronger. She opened her bag, threw the thick stacks of money on the ground and said, "I don't know why you want to find a lady for a hero. I admit that money is attractive to me."
It’s big, but I’m not willing to taint a hero who lost his legs because of his loyalty because of money. Don’t think that all ladies are despicable. No matter how despicable they are, they still know how to respect a person who should be respected.”
Yan Fenghuo was stunned and slowly let go of the other person's hand.
The young lady glanced at him disdainfully, turned around and walked out.
"Wait!" Yan Fenghuo stopped the lady and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I apologize to you. But you must tell me where he is, he is my comrade, and all his injuries are caused by
Take good care of him."
The young lady turned around and stared at Yan Fenghuo for a long time, shook her head and said, "He knows how to take care of himself. You shouldn't pity a man."
"This...did he teach you?" Yan Fenghuo stared at the young lady.
"Haha," the lady said with a sweet smile: "Do you know why my price is so high? Because I have a master's degree. He is gone, don't look for him anymore. The more you take care of him, the more you will give him.
Pressure. When he can truly face it, he will appear in front of you without you looking for it."
After saying that, the lady left the suite, leaving Yan Fenghuo alone in a daze.
I don't know how much time passed, but Yan Fenghuo rushed out of the suite, rushed to the lobby, took his father's car keys, and ran to the parking lot.
Just as he was sitting in the car, he jumped out of the car at an even faster speed and rushed towards the suite on the seventeenth floor.
And just when he rushed downstairs, Cai Zi walked out of the closet on crutches and sighed softly.
He didn't at all, because he understood Yan Fenghuo, just as Yan Fenghuo always believed that nothing could trap him. Unfortunately, he was now disabled and couldn't climb the ventilation ducts. He really couldn't climb.
"Brother Zhang, come with me." The young lady who left just now walked into the suite and helped the talented man forward with a respectful look on her face.
"Thank you." The scholar smiled and said, "We have to hurry up, he will react and come back in a few minutes."
"It's okay, I have some sisters here." The lady smiled sweetly and left the seventeenth floor with the talent.
As the scholar expected, Yan Fenghuo returned to the suite a few minutes later. When he saw the open closet door, he kicked it hard and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Hanwen, you bastard, get out of here."
come out!!!"
No one paid any attention to him, and the corridor was quiet.
Yan Fenghuo immediately rushed towards the hotel surveillance room, kicked open the door, threw the security guard aside, and quickly searched for the surveillance video from the seventeenth floor a few minutes ago. When he saw the talented person on surveillance, he immediately looked for the next one who might appear.
position.
But there is no trace of Caizi on the screen anymore. Caizi is even more proficient in dealing with surveillance equipment than him.
This time difference was enough for Cai Zi to disappear without a trace. With the huge crowd, Yan Fenghuo had no way of finding a brother with super anti-reconnaissance capabilities. He knew Cai Zi, and Cai Zi knew him. With mutual understanding, it was easy to find him.
, it is also difficult to find the other party.
"Son." Yan Aiguo appeared behind Yan Fenghuo and said to him in a deep voice with the dignity of a father: "You are selfish. What he wants most now is not his brothers, but his parents. He is different from you. Until now, you have
Brother who doesn’t understand you.”
These words hit Yan Fenghuo's heart hard: Yes, the talented man is different from me. If I were disabled, I would have to move away from home. The talented man is not like this. When he is wronged, the first thing he thinks of is his parents...
"Go home first." Yan Aiguo pulled Yan Fenghuo and said, "Go and see him in a few days. You have to give the talented man a buffer time and his family a buffer time. This is the real world, not
The battlefield. He needs your help, but not your care."
Yan Fenghuo nodded and let his father pull him, just like being brought home by his father every time he got into trouble as a child.
The talented man came to the train station surrounded by several beautiful girls with respect on their faces. These girls bought him tickets, magazines, food, water, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.
"Brother Zhang, have a nice journey." The lady in the hotel said goodbye to the talented man.
"Thank you, you should also be nice." The scholar showed a particularly beautiful smile, shook his head and said: "I am just going to wear this garland? I am..."
"No!" Another young lady interrupted the talented man's words, pursed her lips and said: "Brother Zhang, although we are engaged in the most humble industry, it does not hinder our respect for you. The garland is dedicated to you, under the mountain
The wreath may not describe you correctly, but it represents the mood of our sisters."
Several other girls nodded.
"Okay! Then I'll wear it, haha." The talented man smiled very happily, put on the gorgeous garland, and boarded the train.
The sound of the train about to run sounded repeatedly, and the rumble of the train started, taking the talented man towards his hometown. The group of ladies stared at the track where the train had long since disappeared, waving their hands vigorously.
This hero, who broke a leg and lost an arm on the battlefield, was just a passer-by in their lives, but this passer-by was so different. He was not from the upper class, he was not as lowly as the upper class, he was just a person.
A unique ordinary people's soldier. Sincere and loyal...
On the train, the talented man slowly took off the garland, put it gently on the table, and stared out the window in trance. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he went home, but this time he went home like this, alas...
Can my father and mother bear to see me like this? How sad they must be.
As he thought about it, the scholar became more and more timid about being near his hometown, and even felt like running away. He did not dare to face his parents like this, because he was afraid that his mother would cry.
"Uncle, uncle, are you a hero?" A little girl in the temporary shop opened her eyes wide and bit her fingers, her face full of innocence and childishness.
The childlike voice brought the talented man back from his thoughts. He smiled warmly, took out a box of chocolates from the snack bag and handed it to the little girl: "Uncle is not a hero. The real heroes are the warriors who died in foreign lands.
.”
These words were not spoken to the little girl at all, but to the talented man himself.
Suddenly, all the feeling of being close to home disappeared without a trace. He had to be grateful that he was still alive, and that his parents had a living son. But those brothers died, and their parents were sent away in white hair.
Black-haired man. Who am I? I am nothing, I am not a hero.
"Sir, it's lunch time, let me make you a box of instant noodles." The little girl's father said with a smile on his face.
"No, I can do it myself." The scholar quickly refused.
"Haha, it's a small thing, a small thing." The girl's father walked towards the boiling water with a box of instant noodles.
The talented man could only smile and nod his thanks, push all the snacks in the bag in front of the little girl, and tear open a jelly for her with a smile.
At this moment, a young man in the upper bunk took out his guitar, smiled at the talented man, and began to play and sing softly.
"Mud is rolled up on the trouser legs, and the back of the clothes is soaked with sweat... I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for... for whom, for the harvest of autumn, for the return of wild geese in spring... who are you... for whom
…My brothers and sisters don’t shed tears…Who is the most tired, who is the most beautiful, my fellow countrymen, my comrades, my brothers and sisters…”
The young man smiled and his eyes began to turn red.
An old lady on the bunk started singing along, a woman on the bunk started singing along, several college students in the next bunk started singing along, and the whole carriage started singing along.
For whom, for whom...
The talented man held back his tears, nodded and smiled frequently. At this moment, the sweet voice of the female announcer came from the loudspeaker in the carriage.
"Hello fellow passengers, today is an ordinary day, but today is also an extraordinary day, because a disabled soldier boarded our train. Although we don't know who he is or where he is.
We don’t know why he was injured, but he moved us once again. On behalf of all the crew members of this train, I would like to express my deep gratitude to this disabled soldier for what he has done for the motherland and the people.
Everything. You are the most beautiful, you are the proudest, you are our hero..."
The song "Who Am I" came from the train loudspeaker, blending with the playing of the guitar and the humming of everyone in the carriage...
The talented man burst into tears during the singing. He stood up on crutches, stood up straight on one leg, stood firm, raised his left hand, and gave a standard left-hand salute to everyone.
Their sacrifices are worth it, and they are recognized and recognized by the people. With this simple recognition, no matter how much they sacrifice, they will have no regrets.
Yes, no regrets, for the country, for the people, and for the smiling faces of more than one billion people in China.