Chapter 1 My name is Wang Xiaoqian [Grand recommendation: My new book "Ace Bodyguard" has been uploaded and updated on 17k. I hope you will support me. The passion is still there, the ambiguity is endless, and I will write a legend of a man!] In April, on a speeding train. , a young man looked out the window intently, as if he missed that ordinary land. As he looked, his eyes were moist, and a salty liquid flowed out. Brother Gan used Touching the corners of his eyes, he smiled bitterly and cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn, I'm actually crying!" The young man was wearing a whitewashed jacket on the upper body and sweatpants on the lower body. He had a sharp crew cut and a pair of He would probably scare anyone with goosebumps when he glared at him with his sharp, shining eyes. But now he no longer needs this kind of deterrent, because from the moment he stepped on the train home from Beijing, he was a He is no longer an ordinary person. He will no longer have to live a life of bleeding from the blade of a gun. What awaits him will be an ordinary life.
Looking at the land outside the window and the endless wheat seedlings, Brother Gan really wanted to open the car window and take a breath of the wheat. It has been three years. I have not heard from him for three years. I wonder how my parents are now? Is my mother still the same as when I was a child? Do you talk to yourself every day? Does your father still often go to the fields to smoke dry cigarettes and look at the yellow land that he has served all his life? He can't get enough of it? How many times in the past three years have I almost passed death every time? , but he has never been afraid, let alone shed a drop of tears. Even two years ago in Japan, he almost lost all his blood, but now he sheds tears, and there is still a trace of fear. , maybe this is the so-called "being more timid when you are close to hometown".
"Hundreds of thieves in three years, leaving no trace for thousands of miles." This is the old chief's only comment on Wang Xiaoqian. Yes, after three years, his skills have become superb and he has made great contributions and sacrifices to the country. It is not easy and rare for the country to cultivate such a professional talent. He is only 21 years old. For most young people, this age is just the beginning of their life and career, but for him, it can only be regarded as... It was once difficult for him to overcome difficulties. He was tired of the life of bleeding from the knife edge. It can also be said that although his physical age is in his twenties, his mental age is already over middle age. So he became an old leader. When asked why he wanted to leave, he only said one sentence: "I have been loyal to the country for three years, but I can't guarantee that I can still be loyal to my parents for three years." After listening to Brother Gan's words, the old chief pondered. For a long time, to be honest, he really didn't want to let Brother Gan go, and didn't want a good seedling to be wasted among the weeds. The old man is almost eighty this year, and has seen countless people in his life. He has never seen anyone like Gan. A young man with such potential and talent, I have been fighting for the first half of his life, from fighting Japanese Japs to the War of Liberation, from the War of Liberation to resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea to drive away the Yankees. He has experienced hundreds of battles, and he is also the only one alive today. General - Yang Zhongren. He has never looked at anyone in his life. The young man named Wang Xiaoqian in front of him, although he does not have the appearance of an emperor, is definitely not a thing in the pond. He will definitely become a big phenomenon in the future. Alas, it is a pity, he If this is not his ambition, otherwise there are several people in the army who will be his rivals. Forget it, let him go. These things cannot be done by force. "Okay" the old chief sighed and handed a kraft paper file bag to Brother Gan. .
Brother Gan took it and opened it and looked at it. There were three things inside: a plastic steel Type 54 pistol, a letter of appointment as captain of the First Marine Corps, and Brother Gan's identity certificate. Brother Gan stroked it carefully. It has been three years since that pistol first performed its mission. In the past three years, this gun has been with me like my lover. In the past three years, I don’t know how many people have died in its hands. In the past three years, it has been with me. How many times have you pulled yourself back from the hands of death? A gun is like a human being, it will develop feelings over time. After stroking it once, Brother Gan carefully put the gun into the file bag, then took out only his ID card and put it The file bag was handed to the old chief again and he said: "Haha, old man, I went back to live a life, not to fight. This ID card is enough."
"Haha, okay, take care of yourself, kid. If you have any trouble, come to me. As long as my old bones are still intact, I guess there will be nothing that can trouble me in this country." The old leader said with a big smile. , what he appreciates about Gan Ge is that this young man is probably the only person in his life who dares to call him old man. Let alone others, even the chairman has to call him "Old Yang" with respect when he sees him.
"Old man, please come on. If I have to come to you for something, I guess it will go to the sky!" Brother Gan said with a guilty conscience. He will live an ordinary life in the future, and he will never be able to live a normal life again. Let's go fight and kill, Brother Gan thought to himself.
"Haha, as long as you are reasonable and lawful, even if you stabbed the sky, I will use my old bones to mend the sky!" the old leader replied seriously.
"Haha, thank you, old man. I'll try not to give you the chance to mend the sky. I'm leaving. You can say goodbye to Xiaofeng for me. I won't see him anymore and I have to catch the train." Brother Gan said and handed over his ID card. Put it in his wallet.
"That little bastard, I told him, you can go your own way." The old leader said goodbye to Brother Gan without losing the dignity of a soldier.
Brother Gan continued to look out the window, thinking about the old leader's voice, smile, and earnest teachings, as well as the naughty grandson Xiaofeng, the old leader. He thought that his title of "Brother Gan" was his boy's masterpiece. Brother Gan was thinking, Suddenly I realized that there was danger coming from my back. This was the habit I had developed in the past three years. As long as there was danger around me, my brain would instantly sense it. However, based on my many years of experience, Gan Ge was behind him. The threat index was almost zero. I smiled bitterly. It seemed that I still couldn't get rid of that kind of life.
"Brother, change your seat for me. My girlfriend's seat is over here." Behind Brother Qian, a sturdy young man with yellow hair and an altitude of nearly 1.8 meters patted Brother Qian on the shoulder and pointed to the seat next to Brother Qian. shouted.
"Haha, okay... Where is your location?" Brother Gan agreed and stood up and asked.
When the yellow-haired boy saw Brother Gan get up, he immediately pulled the girl with heavy makeup next to him to sit down, then raised his head and said to Brother Gan with a smile: "My place? Haha, my position is to stand. I Seeing that you are tired of sitting, just stand and take a break, buddy!" As he spoke, he patted Brother Qian's shoulder again with his big hands, but this time the force was a bit stronger than before.
Although the yellow-haired young man is sitting, he is almost as tall as Gan Ge when he is standing. As long as one is discerning, one can take a look at Gan Ge's height of less than 1.7 meters and the yellow-haired young man's height of over 1.8 meters. It is obvious that there is a huge disparity in strength. Besides, Judging from the relationship between mass and energy, the greater the mass, the greater the energy burst out, Gan Ge is still a vulnerable group.
Brother Gan watched the yellow-haired young man showing off his proud face in front of his girlfriend. He had absolutely no cynicism towards bad guys and enemies. Compared with those he dealt with before, the young man in front of him could only be regarded as a hooligan. He can't even be called a bad guy, let alone an enemy. In Brother Gan's eyes, the self-righteousness of the yellow-haired boy can only be described in one word, that is: childish. Brother Gan smiled bitterly and stood there looking out the window. go.
Brother Gan suddenly found that he had laughed more times today than he had in the past three years combined, but they were all forced smiles. Maybe smiling and laughing really had nothing to do with him at the moment.
Brother Gan was looking out the window intently. The young couple in the seats next to him were flirting and flirting. Almost all the young people in the other seats were playing with their mobile phones, or had a look on their face. They are laughing and chatting, or wearing headphones and listening to music. The elderly people are all minding their own things. They have no time to pay attention to others. Even if they pay attention, they can only be spectators at best.
Suddenly a gust of fragrance hits you. The fragrance is not ecstatic, but enters the heart. It can give you an indescribable feeling, that is pure heart. This kind of feeling cannot be given by any kind of rouge in the world, that is girlishness. The body fragrance. Brother Gan was intoxicated by the fragrance, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, "Sir, please give me a moment."
Brother Qian turned around and saw a beautiful conductor in a blue uniform standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile. Brother Qian quickly turned to the side, nodded apologetically and smiled. Brother Qian watched the beautiful conductor move from Walking by him, he had the opportunity to take a look at her beautiful face. This woman was wearing black low-soled high heels, her hair was tied up, a blue uniform skirt, a white shirt on her upper body, and flesh-colored stockings on her legs. She walked by him, exactly. It was said that not only one person passed by, but also a wisp of fragrance wafted by.
Brother Gan was mesmerized as he watched, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten the important matter, and quickly shouted to the beautiful conductor: "Hey... Miss, can you serve me?"
The beautiful conductor turned around and glared at Brother Gan, angrily yelling: "Who did you call Miss?! Who will serve you?!"
Brother Gan looked at her in confusion. Shouldn't he call her Miss? Isn't the conductor a service staff? Brother Gan was thinking about it when the whole carriage looked at him and smiled, as if he was a monkey in the zoo. He has long been accustomed to the days of swords and swords, but this is the first time such a big scene.
Facing the beautiful conductor's murderous look, Brother Gan forced himself to smile the most charmingly in his life, and said in a flattering manner: "Haha, sister, can you do me a favor?"
This time, everyone was shocked. They thought that this guy's pick-up skills were too low-level. Everyone was optimistic and eagerly looking forward to this good show. The beautiful conductor was about to have a seizure, but she saw The pious eyes of the man in front of me made him unable to bear to accuse him, but he still asked coldly: "What's going on?"
"Oh, he took my seat." Seeing the beautiful conductor paying attention to him, Brother Gan quickly took out the ticket from his pocket and handed it to her with a smile.
The beautiful conductor glanced at the little yellow hair on Brother Gan's finger, took the ticket handed over by Brother Gan with disdain, looked down, turned to the little yellow hair and said: "Sir, please show me your ticket."
"Hey, who are you, a beautiful woman? Why are you looking at my ticket? Haven't you checked the ticket? I don't want to show it to you!" After saying that, he crossed his legs alone and flirted with the woman next to him who was wearing heavy makeup. The scolding went away. The beautiful train conductor had obviously never experienced such a situation before. Her face was red with anger and she didn't know how to deal with it. She was so aggrieved that she almost shed tears. As soon as the godfather saw this situation, he knew that this girl must be a novice. It's better not to make things difficult for this beautiful country and simply solve it in your own way.
Brother Gan stretched out his hand and smiled at Xiao Huangmao: "Brothers, let's meet each other. I was so offended just now." At first glance, this smile seemed to be groveling, but with so many spectators, no one noticed his eyes, including the beautiful train conductor. I strongly despised Brother Gan.
Xiao Huangmao saw that Brother Gan had given in. He was a gangster and couldn't lose his grace, especially in front of his own woman, so he stretched out his proud big hand and held Brother Gan's hand like a vise. He raised his hand, intending to shock the little third-level disabled person in front of him, but no matter how hard he exerted force, the little hand was as hard and unshakable as fine steel. Brother Gan was still smiling, and his hand gradually exerted strength, only to see that the little hand was as hard as fine steel. Huang Mao's face turned from yellow to red and then to white. On an April day, his face was sweating. Seeing that the heat was almost done, Brother Gan asked, "What do you call me brother?" The grip on his hand increased a bit during the question. point.
Xiao Huangmao suddenly felt as if his hand was no longer his, and replied intermittently: "I...I...my name is Brother Zhao Qiang..."
"Haha, Zhao Qiang? It's a good name, but it's a bit empty. Who does this position belong to, 'Brother Qiang'?" Brother Qiang still didn't let go of his hand and continued to ask with a smile.
"Haha, of course it's yours." Xiao Huangmao said with a forced smile, but the smile was as if it was born from eating two hundred years of bitter melon. The more bitter it is, the more bitter it is. After saying this, he quickly pulled up the other hand. The woman next to him continued to say to his brother: "Brother, sit down, sit down, the little one has eyes but cannot see the mountains." This little yellow hair believes in "a good man will not suffer the loss in front of him", although of course he is not a good man. , but he is not stupid. With the little one's grip just now, even two of them are no match for him. If he can't afford to offend him, he should just hide away.
Brother Qiang sat down slowly, let go of Xiao Huangmao's hand, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, Brother Qiang, my name is Wang Xiaoqian."
How could Xiao Huangmao have the thought to care about his name? He quickly pulled the reluctant woman with heavy makeup and left, turning around from time to time and smiling flatteringly, "Hey, goddamn brother, okay, goddamn brother...", and the tiger's mouth on his right hand was stabbed. The grip was red, and several grip marks refused to disappear for a long time, which seemed to show Brother Gan's strength.