Chapter 433 Veteran Legend

  The most beautiful season in Beijing is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the geese flying south.

  Especially when major events are to be held, factories and enterprises throughout North China will stop working to contribute to the environmental protection of the capital. Therefore, the sky in the capital is blue and blue, with a few graceful white clouds floating in it.

In the alley, in an exquisite courtyard with three entrances, a plainly dressed but neat and clean old man sat quietly on a bamboo chair under the eaves, but his hands were tightly clenched, which showed that his heart was not peaceful. Thinking about things, seems to be waiting for something important to come.

   This old man is Ding Mu's grandfather Ding Jianhuai, and Ding Mu's grandma is still cooking in the kitchen as usual.

  Originally, everyone refused to let her go and hired a nanny for the family, but Ding Mu's grandma had worked all her life, but she was not used to the life of opening her mouth with her clothes and hands, and felt that her body was not strong enough.

  So, after obtaining the consent of the doctor, let grandma do the housework. Living habits remain the same, but the body functions will be better maintained.

   Today, there is one more person in the courtyard, and that is Ding Mu. He was at the vertical flower gate of the second entrance, drinking coke with his legs crossed. Ding Mu's mind was running fast, conceiving some drafts of thesis. As long as you have a draft and realize the thesis, it is a physical effort.

  However, conceiving the thesis in your mind is only a matter of passing. He knew that grandpa specially called him here today to meet some old comrades from other places, who are also Grandpa Ding Mu's old buddies, old buddies. They gathered in the capital this time to participate in a grand event, that is, the military parade to commemorate the War of Resistance Against Japan. As the landlord of the capital, Grandpa Ding Mu naturally wanted to show his friendship to the landlord and let them come to his home to get together first.

  It was almost time, Ding Mu heard the horn of the car outside breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard, braked, closed the door, followed by footsteps, and a knock on the door interrupted Ding Mu's thoughts.

  He stood up, went straight to the door, and opened the door latch. A rather beautiful woman stood at the door, with fair skin, petite figure, almond eyes, cherry mouth, and a faint sweat on the tip of her nose.

   "Hello, is this the Ding Mansion?" There was a trace of Sichuan accent in the charming voice.

   Ding Mu said: "Exactly. I am Ding Mu."

"Great, I finally found it." Hearing what Ding Mu said, the woman showed a relieved expression, with a hint of a smile on her face: "There is a real traffic jam in this capital city. I walked through an intersection and ended up detouring for a long time. Hello, my name is Cheng Yuer, and my grandfather is Cheng Zhanjun."

   "Welcome, welcome." Ding Mu saw that it sounded like a new Hongqi car outside, and the car in the photo was a Beijing V06. This is the family car of Dahua’s central leadership, which is also considered a military vehicle. There is another car behind it, which is an extended version of Cadillac. The brand of this car is not military, but Beijing AG6. What level of people can ride this car.

   While Ding Mu was talking to Cheng Yuer, the driver opened the car door, and several gray-haired old men walked out of the car.

   Ding Mu's eyes swept away, and he remembered the appearance of several people. One of them has a fair face and gray hair, which looks a bit like Cheng Yu'er. There is no doubt that it is her grandfather Cheng Zhanjun. Ding Mu's ability also has the ability to identify blood relationship, and there is no problem in recognizing this.

   There is also a burly old man with a red face, estimated to be around 85 years old, but he is in good spirits, and looks quite tall in a Chinese tunic suit.

  The last one is an old man who doesn't look very decent. He has a public face, his face is gray, his lips are bloodless, and he seems to be sick. There are only **** left on his right hand.

  Ding Mu’s grandfather Ding Jianhuai heard the knock on the door, so he walked to the door to welcome him out. When he saw the three old brothers, he almost burst into tears.

   "Old Cheng, Lao Hu, Lao Sun. How many years have we not seen each other?!"

  Eight hands held together, and the four old people were very excited. It's a good time.

  Ding Jianhuai said: "Stop standing at the door, please come in."

   After speaking, let a few people into the yard. The driver parked the car on the side of the road and waited outside the door. Only Cheng Yu'er accompanied the three old men into the yard.

  In the small courtyard, Ding Mu had already set up the chairs, let the old people sit down, took a pot of freshly boiled water from the kitchen, and brewed a pot of fragrant scented tea.

  Ding Jianhuai introduced: "This is my grandson, Ding Mu. Ding Mu is Grandpa Cheng from Sichuan, this is Grandpa Hu from Nanyue, and this is grandpa from Liaoshen."

  Every time Ding Jianhuai introduced someone, Ding Mu obediently called out.

   "Hi, Grandpa Cheng."

   "Hi, Grandpa Hu."

   "Hi, Grandpa Sun."

  Ding Mu knew that these three people were not simple. They were all over 85 years old, and they were all veteran soldiers.

  Cheng Zhanjun retired as the commander of the Shudu Military Region, which is regarded as the main job of the Great Military Region. He has a deep foundation in Sichuan and Shu, and has a wide network of contacts. His son Cheng Hunan is still serving in the army, and his granddaughter Cheng Yuer is a military doctor. They accompanied her here this time to take care of the elderly.

  The grandfather Hu that Ding Mu spoke of was called Hu Baisheng. He had served as the political commissar of the Nanyue Military Region, and was also a big shot in the army. He had an inseparable friendship with Ding Mu's grandfather. His eldest son, Hu Jijun, is the head of Dahua Aviation Industry Corporation.

  As for Grandpa Sun, Sun Zhonglou once served as the Chief of Staff of the Liaoshen Military Region. He was originally a scholar from a private school. Talented and intelligent, he compares himself to Guan Zhongleyi, crouching dragon and phoenix young, familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War, and quite talented in military tactics. Back then, he had a nickname, Ghost Advisor. The army led by him can be said to conquer every attack and win every battle. However, he prefers the dangerous tactics of soldiers. Once he was caught in an ambush. Although he saved his life, his hand was injured by shrapnel, leaving only two fingers. What's even more regrettable is that he was physically injured and had no offspring.

Ding Jianhuai said: "Brothers, all those who were born and died together in our Eighth Regiment are almost gone, and the only ones who can still be contacted are our four brothers. I didn't expect to be able to reunite. I have been thinking about you these two days. .”

  The old people are not young, but they are not confused, and their thinking is still very quick. Hearing Ding Jian's sincere words, my heart was quite moved, and I almost burst into tears.

  Sun Zhonglou said: "It's easy to meet each other. The military region has recuperation every year, but I can't move my legs, and my body is not as good as before. Maybe I won't be there that day."

Hu Baisheng said: "It is said that there are two hurdles of seventy-three and eighty-four, and the king of **** will not tell me to go. The youngest here is already 86, and there is no hurdle. However, you can go to see Marx anytime. "

  Ding Jianhuai said with a wry smile: "A few days ago. I almost went to see Marx..."

  (end of this chapter)