Compared with the hustle and bustle in the living room, the concierge of Tianjing Villa seems a bit deserted.
Sitting in front of the fire, baking sweet potatoes, the guard Lao Yang talked about the glorious past with the young masters of the Li family around him.
"Grandpa Yang, you said you were a soldier when you were young, so have you fought a war?" One of the boys with a round face and a cute appearance asked in a slight voice.
As soon as he said this, he was staring at the other children who were staring at the stove, and they also fell on Lao Yang's big round eyes, with expectations on his face.
Seeing this, Lao Yang chuckled and said loudly: "Of course I have fought. When I was in southern Xinjiang, I fought with the enemy head-on. That scene..."
Halfway through his words, he didn't say anything, but looked at the flame and fell into deep thought.
Seeing this, the round-faced boy just now couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Grandpa Yang, what's wrong with that scene? Tell us quickly."
"Forget it, you are still young. I will tell you when you grow up." Old Yang waved his hand, replied heavily, and then continued to flip the sweet potatoes in the stove.
But the teenagers refused to give up at all and kept pulling Lao Yang to ask questions.
Faced with this scene, Lao Yang suddenly looked helpless and regretted that he mentioned this topic just now, but he never said a word.
Because he knew very well that the tragic scenes on the battlefield were difficult for adults to bear, let alone these seven or eight-year-old children.
But the children were too curious and always entangled. He couldn't change the subject for a while, so he could only bite the bullet and pretend not to hear it.
It was not until a moment later that he used a few roasted sweet potatoes and barely dismissed the few.
"Okay, today is the Lantern Festival, and it is also an important day for the tribe. After eating sweet potatoes, you can go back soon." Seeing the children's faces covered with ashes, a hint of relief flashed across Lao Yang's mouth.
Although his life as a doorman is a bit hard, he is still in a good mood when he sees the children's healthy and happy life, and he enjoys this peace very much.
"Grandpa Yang, since it's so hard to be a soldier, do you regret joining the army?" Just as Old Yang was thinking, a girl wearing a white lace princess dress and paired ponytails suddenly asked.
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Of course I don't regret it. If I had the chance, I still want to go to the front line now, but unfortunately I am old and useless."
"Grandpa Yang, you are not old at all, you are still very young." The girl just now shouted loudly.
When Lao Yang heard this, he did not answer, but just smiled, and his eyes fell outside the door intentionally or unintentionally.
He found that something seemed wrong with the Li family's Lantern Festival this year. Compared with previous years, there were more and more guests coming this year.
Perhaps seeing Lao Yang's question, an older boy hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Grandpa Yang, those are brother Cyprus' friends. My mother said that he is now the hope of our Li family's future.
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"Yes, my father also said that as long as Brother Cialis is here, our Li family will even surpass the Jiang family in the future." Another dark-skinned girl also responded quickly.
Hearing these two people's words, Lao Yang couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head, and sighed: "It's so difficult to surpass the Jiang family. How can it be possible with his own strength?"
"But, my dad..."
"Okay, eat sweet potatoes quickly, I'll continue to tell you stories." Old Yang raised his hand and interrupted the young man who was about to defend himself, and then waved his hand.
Although it did not show it on the surface, he felt a sneer in his heart.
He is not unfamiliar with the name Su Tie. In recent days, he can hear it everywhere in the Li family, and he has indeed done many major things.
However, in his opinion, those are nothing.
Because after careful calculation, you can see that the other party can only say that he is lucky or taking advantage of the situation, but in terms of his own strength, it seems to be very ordinary.
After graduating from a third-rate school, he is a doctor at a profession. As for other aspects, there is really no remarkable point.
Even if such a person has achieved remarkable results now, he will sooner or later decline.
Just like a nouveau riche, it may seem very rich now, but due to his knowledge, ability, and many aspects, it is difficult to keep that wealth.
As for connections, they are more likely to lose than wealth. If their own strength is always mediocre, they will sooner or later be abandoned by those big men.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, then glanced at the young girls who were gnawing sweet potatoes, and said earnestly: "You must remember Grandpa Yang's words. In life, you must rely on yourself, and others will never be reliable."
"Grandpa Yang, I remember." The young man who was about to refute just now quickly raised his head and responded very seriously.
Soon, several other young girls nodded in response.
Seeing this situation, Lao Yang nodded with satisfaction, and then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you about it. I just entered the army in the year..."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked out of the doorman. Soon, he saw that his old face suddenly froze and his voice stopped abruptly.
Seeing this, the girl with two ponytails pulled Lao Yang's sleeve and asked curiously: "Grandpa Yang, what's wrong with you?"
"No... nothing..." Old Yang shook his head, his sharp and deep eyes involuntarily narrowed.
Looking along his eyes, a camouflage off-road vehicle was slowly driving towards the gate of Tianjing Villa.
"Xiaohan, come here quickly and help Grandpa Yang see what is the license plate of the car and the word at the front?" After hesitating, Old Yang asked anxiously.
Upon hearing this, a young man wearing a yellow sweatshirt and a fair-faced face quickly stood up and looked in the direction of Lao Yang's finger.
He pouted his little mouth, and after a moment, he murmured: "It seems...it's a Southern character..."
"Nan... It's indeed Nan..." Hearing the young man's words, Lao Yang was shocked by it, and his hands holding the chair kept trembling, and even the sound of his speech became a little confused.
He took a deep breath, barely calmed his mind, and then continued to ask: "You are looking at what the letter behind Nan is..."
"It's a...it's a, it's a." The boy looked at it for a while before answering.
"My God, it's... the old leader's car... the general of the Li family came." As soon as the young man finished speaking, Lao Yang's whole person was like a sculpture, and he froze in place.
He was a soldier, so he had a very deep understanding of the special cars in the army. He knew that there was only one person who could ride the South A license plate car, that was Chu Weidong, the commander of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.
Such a person actually appeared in the Li family, which made him feel a little surprised, and his mind was even blank, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
It was not until a moment later that he sighed deeply and said with emotion: "This cycad is indeed not something in the pool."