Everyone sat on the sofa in the living room and pulled some home stuff.

Xiao Ling asked most of the questions, about who else in the family, what kind of army did Zhuang Yan serve in, how many years he had been in the army, and whether he worked hard or not.

The most embarrassing thing is to answer the educational background.

Zhuang Yan is just a high school degree.

Lin Qingying has a master's degree, her brother is also an undergraduate student at a prestigious university in Beijing, her sister-in-law is a classmate, and even her grandmother was a progressive college student...

In this room, except for Su Ma, who cooks, the minimum education is solemn.

Not afraid of not knowing the goods, but afraid of comparing goods.

In this comparison, even though Zhuang Yan was arrogant in the army, he still felt a little guilty in this courtyard in the capital for no reason.

You can't compare mines and torpedoes to other people's survival in the wild or long-distance sniping, right?

After sitting for a while, someone came.

This time, it was Lin Qingying's aunt's family.

Although he was wearing casual clothes, Zhuang Yan could see at a glance that many of Aunt Qingying's family were from the army.

He was a soldier, and he smelled like a soldier.

On the contrary, Zhuang Yan's cousin and cousin looked like scholars, but Lin Qingying had mentioned before that his cousin and cousin both worked in military academies and scientific research institutions, and were civilian cadres.

Lin Jianguo and his cousins ​​were chatting about high-level issues such as new medical equipment, materials, and technology. Majestic couldn't talk, so he could only sit quietly by the side.

On the contrary, Lin Qingying's uncle and Zhuang Yan could chat together.

My uncle looked gentle, but his eyes showed the sharpness of a soldier, and he couldn't tell what unit it was, but it didn't look like a field army.

Hearing that Zhuang Yan had just returned from training at a foreign special forces school, his uncle immediately praised him greatly, saying that he also knew the process of selecting people to go to T country by the headquarters last year. The whole army was selected, and only one soldier was selected from the last ten people.

These words finally saved some face for Zhuang Yan.

Those cousins ​​and cousins ​​couldn't help but look at the solemn eyes more.

This is the best mutton mutton that Zhuang Yan has ever eaten.

Su Ma's knife skills are very good. The mutton is cut into thin slices and cooked in a copper pot with water.

During the meal, grandma sat in the chair, and Ma Su poured the old lady a glass of red wine.

Xiao Ling and her sister accompanied her mother to drink some red wine.

Lin Qingying drinks juice with her sister-in-law and two cousins.

The only ones left were Lin Jianguo, Zhuang Yan, and three uncles.

Lin Jianguo walked to the wine rack, turned around and asked Zhuang Yan, "How about some white wine? Or foreign wine?"

Zhuang Yan has a good alcohol intake, but he is in the military, so he doesn't dare to make mistakes.

So he said, "I'm wearing a military uniform, so it's not convenient for me to drink..."

Lin Jianguo squinted at his sister, turned his eyes back to Zhuang Yan, and said, "When my father is here, as long as he's not on duty, he also drinks some wine."

Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "That's different. Uncle was the leader back then, and I was a soldier."

Lin Jianguo really deserves to be a disciple of the big courtyard, but he is not forgiving, and he directly ridiculed Zhuang: "The People's Liberation Army is the same as officers and soldiers, and no one can specialize. Zhuang, you are an authentic soldier, and you have lost the tradition of our revolutionary team. already."

Thinking solemnly, what they said was right.

But thinking about it again, it is said that the officers and soldiers are the same, but in fact there are differences.

Lin Jianguo's words sounded reasonable at first, but they were actually a bit embarrassing.

After thinking about it, I thought that I was on vacation these few days. Since it is a vacation, it's okay to have a drink.

You can't let your brother down on you the first time you come to the door.

My uncle helped Zhuang Yan by the side: "Jianguo, don't make it difficult for you to be solemn. Soldiers have the rules of being a soldier. In my opinion, the limit of three cups can't exceed three times. As for me... I'm considered an elder, relying on the old to sell the old, I'll accompany you for a drink."

He picked up a small glass next to him, a three-coin liquor glass.

He squeezed it in his hand and shook it.

"Just a cup."

Zhuang Yan smiled, and Lin Jianguo also smiled.

In the end, Lin Jianguo said: "Well, I thought that soldiers, especially special forces, are very courageous, aren't they! Even if you drink wine, you are afraid of this? How can you do something big?"

Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "I'm so sorry this time, I didn't know Brother Jianguo wanted to drink with me. I'm still wearing a military uniform. I'm supposed to be on vacation. If I'm wearing casual clothes, I can have a good drink with you. "

Lin Jianguo's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"

Nodding solemnly: "I'm on vacation, and the day after tomorrow's vacation is over. If I wasn't wearing a military uniform, I would have a good drink with you."

Lin Jianguo turned to his wife and said, "Go, go to our house and find him a sports suit."

He looked back at the solemnity.

"You are shorter than me. My clothes may be a little bigger, but sportswear, it doesn't matter."

He turned around and said to his wife, "Look for a set of warm clothes by the way, so as not to freeze our solemn little brother."

Lin Jianguo's wife stood up meekly and walked out of the hall with a smile.

Xiao Ling saw that her son seemed to be embarrassing Majestic on purpose. She couldn't help coughing twice and reminded Lin Jianguo, "Jianguo, why do you insist on drinking Xiaozhuang? It's so difficult for someone to be so strong? How polite?"

Lin Qingying couldn't stand it, but this time her mother stood by her side and immediately attacked her brother: "Brother, do you despise solemnity?"

Lin Qingying always speaks directly to the point.

She is very aware of her own situation.

In a family like the Lin family, even if they don't like you, they won't tell the truth in person, and they won't embarrass others.

Because it's embarrassing, at least it feels like a loss of identity.

Lin Jianguo also felt that he had gone too far, so he hurriedly said: "How can it be! My sister is in front of me, Cui Chongbei's sweetheart, how can I look down on it? I still believe in my sister's vision."

Saying that, the domineering look on his face disappeared, replaced by a kindness similar to that of a father.

"If you dare to bully my sister, then things will be different. Don't say you are from the special forces. Even if you are a Transformer, I, Lin Jianguo, can't spare you."

Zhuang Yan said without changing his face: "No, only your sister has always bullied me, but I can't bully her."

After Lin Qingying heard this, she giggled and looked at her sweetheart with a happy face.

Lin Jianguo couldn't find the loophole in the solemn words, so he could only give up.

However, he does like this kid a little bit.

At least not arrogant or inferior, which makes people look at it.

The family dinner was very enjoyable.

Lin Jianguo first opened a bottle of French Armagnac and drank it with solemnity.

The solemn expression did not change, but he was still so calm. What other people asked or said, he answered politely, and he had a good reason to go forward or backward.

Lin Jianguo later opened another bottle of Moutai.

The two finished drinking again in a blink of an eye.

Majestic is still the same old man.

Lin Jianguo is someone who rolls around in shopping malls. These days, it's not enough to entertain a little bit of alcohol.

He was good at drinking himself, and he wanted to give Ma Wei some dignity, but now he found out that it seemed that this kid really didn't have enough alcohol.

"Tonight is when you meet a confidant. Thousands of glasses are running low."

Lin Jianguo poured out the last drop of wine and stared at the solemn, provocative tone in his tone.

"Xiao Zhuang, how about we have another bottle?"

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