It's hard to say, although the real time is not long.

Lin Qingyu committed himself to picking up Jin Pingmei from the ground, and patted away the dust on the back.

Although the ghost was terrible, the little girl completely locked the door, then took off her small shoes, sat on the bed, her legs were thinly covered, her upper body leaned against the bedside, her face turned red, and she slowly opened the cover.

However, after Lin Qingyu opened the first page with various emotions, what was in the eye was not uncomfortable, but a line of words.

"It looks good to you, do me a favor and make this call"

That's a line of words, and below is the phone number.

After a little stinging, Lin Qingyu turned back, but turned out to be blank and nothing.

"Wow ... you just use this cover to cheat Miss Ben," Lin Qingyujiao yelled, but her heart was very warm.

I looked at the phone number and hesitated again and again, but remembering his father's helpless cry, Lin Qingyu gritted his teeth and dialed the phone number.

Soon after, Lin Qingyu hanged up the phone, made a pause, put on his shoes, opened the door, and found the father who was cooking in the stove.

"Dad, don't cook anymore, pick someone up with me ...".

...

Back three hours ago, Ye Zhen bought a dozen cups of milk tea and put them in the trunk to keep it warm. He went to the old bench under the music fountain in the center of the square again.

Every time I sit here and look at the fountain that changes shape following the rhythm of the music, my heart will be extra quiet.

But this time, before Ye Zhen sat down, the recliner was already in place.

Forty or fifty years old, Bancun has mostly white hair, dirty military coats with dirty faces and hands.

However, what attracted Ye Zhenshang's attention was not the counterpart's much stronger bones and calluses on the tiger's mouth and forefinger, but the decadence in his eyes.

Sitting on a bench with your head down and motionless, if it wasn't breathing smoothly, you would think it was a dead person.

However, after sitting for a while, Ye Zhen suddenly got up and left, but it didn't take long for Ye Zhen to return, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which was full of xiaolongbao, and exuding heat and fragrance.

Sit back to the position again, this time, the tramp reacted, but only glanced at Ye Zhen, or the small cage wrapped by Ye Zhen, and recovered his gaze.

The belly cried even more with the scent of fragrance.

Ye Zhen handed the bag to the homeless man, and whispered softly, "It's cool, eat it while it's hot, and here's a cup of milk tea."

Speaking, Ye Zhen put the bag in the homeless man's arms, and a cup of milk tea beside him.

I don't know if the calluses in the hands are too thick, and the freshly-caught Xiaolongbao is hot, but it doesn't feel anything, just turns to look at Ye Zhen with a confused look.

"Eat, there is no medicine in it, and I am not an organ dealer," Ye Zhen whispered.

"Thank you"

The hoarse two-character exit was not too hot for the tramp and ate it one by one.

Seeing the incense from homeless people, Ye Zhen couldn't help but want to taste it.

"Let me have a taste?" Ye Zhen whispered, looking at the tramp.

Hearing that, the tramp froze, looked at Ye Zhen, and said nothing, put the bag in the middle of the two, and signaled Ye Zhen to take it, his hands were dirty.

Ye Zhen tasted one, and that's it, or this Xiaolongbao is a rare delicacy for the homeless.

"You should be out of the army, and it's a special force or something," Ye Zhen whispered.

When he heard it, the tramp's body was tense for a moment, and Ye Zhen saw it clearly, and he concentrated on it in an instant, ready to go like a full bow.

It was just a moment of effort. The tramp relaxed and did not return to Ye Zhenzhen, but his eyes were darker.

"Is not performing a special task, that is, wounded veterans, committed the old problems of veterans?" Ye Zhen whispered.

Real professional soldiers will not be retired for almost all their lives, unless they encounter special conditions and injuries.

The professional soldiers have an old problem. Unlike the reserve service, they can be retired in three to five years. It is normal for them to join the army for 30 to 50 years.

The modern society is developing very fast. Not to mention the three or five years, that is, those three or five years of reserve service return home, they feel a bit out of touch with the society, and you can imagine what the consequences will be in the three to fifty years.

Except for the ability to kill people, none of the skills to survive in society.

Some people say that you can be a security guard, but the current security guard is not just a gatekeeper in the past. It also requires education and age.

One education, between 20 and 40 years old, more than 3,000 yuan a month. Although the treatment in first-tier cities will be better, the requirements are also stricter.

There must be no scars on the body, the tall and mighty image is good ...

Which professional soldier has no scars? Even throughout the body, missing arms and legs are a common occurrence. In their view, this is the medal for protecting the country and the glory.

But reality is reality.

A little contact with Ye Zhen's spirit power, he knew all about the tramp.

He is the only child in his family. He joined the army at the age of 16 with countless achievements. His old parents did not know about his death. He is now 48 years old.

When performing a mission last year, his right arm was no longer able to shoot accurately. In order not to drag down and add a burden to the country, he chose to retire.

Nor did he receive assistance from a veteran's help station.

But none of these ideas came true because no one wanted him.

"My house is actually a gatekeeper. Otherwise, you can go and see. Although the salary is not high, it is better to eat and eat than to stray on this street."

Ye Zhen whispered, this idea was long ago. After the change of Akiba Lake, he would often come to the front door to take pictures, or he was injured because of climbing the wall for death.

One more thing, Xiaoye Yan will lack a driver after going to school.

Hearing that the tramp didn't even think about it, he nodded and formally spoke for the first time, saying "My name is Plateau."

"That's a good name, then ... should you get in the car with me?" Ye Zhen stood up and whispered softly.

After the two got into the car, Ye Zhen was sitting in the driver's seat without moving the steering wheel, and the car ran on its own, and the fighter-like operation panel made the plateau sting a bit.

In particular, a button is engraved with deformation, and what about the weapon system ...

Ye Zhenran's temperament, he would not be speechless, and he would not be afraid of being sold if he asked the plateau.

And the plateau is not afraid that Ye Zhen is not good for himself, not because of Xiaolongbao, but because of intuition, the plateau basically determined that Ye Zhen is not even a good person or a bad person.

Furthermore, although his right arm was injured, his ability to kill in close quarters has not been weakened too much.

The speed has been tested at the critical point of overspeed, and soon returned to the manor.

"Boss, welcome home!"