Time Traveler

Liu Handong asked the driver of the Audi to stop and got out of the car. He hesitated to step forward. The familiar old man was his grandfather, but he was not the former lieutenant colonel. He was depressed for the rest of his life. Liu Xiaoyong, a kind old man who grows flowers and grass to pass the time, is the strong backbone of the Republic, the pillar of the army, and the famous general Liu Xiaoyong.

"Dongdong is here, come and sit." Liu Xiaoyong stopped punching and walked to the seat under the parasol. The serviceman who had been waiting under the porch immediately came over with the tray. Old Chengtou took his pipe pot, Liu Xiaoyong From the white-skinned cigarette case, he took out a cigarette with a filter that was two-thirds of the length. The orderly helped them to light it, and then stood by and waited for dispatch.

　　 Liu Handong came over, pulled a chair and sat down, a little nervous.

　　 "Little Li, it's okay." Liu Xiaoyong said, the orderly soldiers retreated quietly, today the sun is shining, the birds whisper and the flowers are scented, and the gardener is trimming the branches of trees in the distance. The peaceful and quiet scene makes Liu Handong as if in a dream.

　　 "Grandpa, you..." Liu Handong didn't know where to start.

　　 "Just ask." The old man was very calm.

"Grandpa, you changed history and destiny, why didn't you keep my dad?" Liu Handong's eyes were red, and his father's sacrifice caused great psychological trauma to him in his childhood. What he could not understand is that since history has changed, The fate of others has also changed. Why did the father still sacrifice?

"Human fate is sometimes destined. No matter how powerful a person is, he can't influence other people's lives." Liu Xiaoyong was sad, "Kaihua is a good soldier and his personality is too strong. I didn't want him to enlist in the army. But he forced me to death. I made the mistake of empiricism. I thought that as long as I was in the army, I could control the situation. At least not letting him participate in the battle would avoid sacrifice. In fact, I did this too, Kaihua He did a great job on the Laoshan front line. He was unscathed in dozens of battles, large and small, but when he was resting in the rear, a soldier wiped his gun and went on fire..."

　　 Liu Handong was speechless and could only smoke heavily.

Old Cheng Tau persuaded him next to him: "Satisfaction, child, people can't fight the sky, they can't fight fate, some people's fate is doomed by the sky, like a wise and martial person like Chen Dashuai, your grandfather is so painstaking to persuade him to go abroad earlier. It's useless. In the end, it's not being criticized, and it's not that I left Hong Kong at the same age. Alas, it's all fate."

　　 Liu Handong nodded: "I understand."

　　 Liu Xiaoyong said: "What do you understand?"

　　 Liu Handong said: "General Chen Zikun, like his grandfather, is a great man who really wants to change this country and this nation, not a villain who lives for his own benefit."

　　 Old Chengtou nodded: "Or this Handong is more sensible. People will suffer a little bit more crime and experience more to see through."

　　 Liu Handong was surprised. Grandpa said this sentence inexplicably. Who is this to compare himself with? Could it be Liu Handong in this time and space? Another self under a completely different growth experience?

Liu Xiaoyong continued to talk about other things: "You Uncle He is a good soldier, and even a good person. Your mother followed him and didn't suffer. You have to go to Beijing to see him. By the way, you go back to the original army and go through the transfer procedures. "

　　 Liu Handong said: "Which is my original army? Is it the 14th Army?"

　　 Liu Xiaoyong said: "Your old army is the 14th Army, and now the special forces under the General Staff, it's not interesting. You can follow Yanzhi in the future."

　　 The old man shouted: "Xiao Li."

　　 The orderly soldier came over: "The chief."

　　 "Take Handong back to his room."

Liu Handong got up, stood up and saluted, and followed the orderly into the small building. A bedroom on the second floor belonged to him, with picture frames on the wall. The pictures recorded his tampered life. He did not go to a local university or become a car soldier. , And did not drive a black car, mixed society, and **** the world. Instead, he graduated from high school and entered the Army Academy, and then assigned to the best troops. It has been smooth sailing until today.

There are military uniforms hanging in the closet, all kinds of uniforms for training uniforms, the epaulettes are the rank of lieutenant colonel, and the drawers are boxes of military medals. Liu Handong once won the third-class merit three times, the second-class merit twice, and various other medals, There are countless foreign military badges and signs. Suddenly he saw a small frame on the bookshelf, two men and a woman leaning on the railing of the ship to take a group photo. They were Zheng Jiayi, Guan Ye and himself.

　　 The people I’ve met in this life are always the people who entangled with you in the previous life. Liu Handong thinks of Ma Ling, thinks of Shu Fan, thinks of Huanxi, think of friends in Tiezha Street, just like a lifetime...

　　……

　　 Ma Fengfeng has been in the middle department for so many years, and he still has some patience. He checked with his grandfather Ma Yunqing and finally found a clue.

Ma Yunqing once served as the main leader of Jiangdong Province in the 1960s, but the relevant file records could not find this name at all. Finally, Ma Yunqing's name was found in an old cadre publication. Ma Fengfeng's heart suddenly became cold and his grandfather retired. At that time, his position was just the director of the county water conservancy bureau and a section-level cadre.

　　 The deputy national level has become the regular division level. This gap is too big. Ma Fengfeng came out of the archives in despair. After thinking and thinking, he decided to go home and have a look.

Ma’s family is registered in Beihe County, a poor county next to Jinjiang City. Ma Fengfeng doesn’t even have the money to take a long-distance bus. Fortunately, he has been trained as an agent, and it’s pediatrics to break doors and locks to avoid surveillance. Ordinary houses and shops are not conscientious, because it is so easy to have troubles, Ma Fengfeng swaggered into the tax office building, took advantage of the lunch break to pry two offices, harvested more than 100,000 yuan in cash, two soft Chinese, numerous shopping cards, back The family entanglement is there, and there is no need to worry about someone reporting the crime.

First, Ma Fengfeng bought himself a tablet and mobile phone with Internet access, drove a car back to Beihe’s hometown, and found out his specific address through the Internet along the way. When the taxi stopped in front of a run-down family building, Ma Fengfeng was heartbroken. It's cool, because the neighbors looked at him coldly, and they whispered, surely they were not good things.

　　 A middle-aged policeman in uniform walked over with his bicycle, looked at Ma Fengfeng with a hatred of iron and steel, then looked at the taxi with the Omi license plate, and shook his head and left.

Ma Fengfeng replied with a fierce look in his eyes, paid the fare, went upstairs, came to his door, knocked on the door, the door was concealed, and the door was opened as soon as he pushed it. Smoke him somersault.

His father, Ma Jingsheng, was lying on the bed, watching "Yanhuang Chunqiu", cursing while watching. The peculiar Beijing dialect of the mellow and proud big courtyard children became Beihe County dialect. Ma Fengfeng didn't understand it, but his father's miserable situation made his eyes moist. Yelled: "Dad~"

　　 Old man Ma saw his son's return, so he picked up the small teapot on the bedside table and threw it over: "Bastard, you still know how to come back."

Ma Fengfeng dodged the attack from the teapot. He couldn't guess the reason for his father's anger, but he knew that most of the contradictions in poor families came from financial distress, so he quickly took out a bundle of banknotes from his bag and gave it to him. , Sure enough, the old man immediately died down and muttered: "You still have a bit of conscience for a bad day. Go buy some rice and come back. Your father is hungry for two days."

The arrogant ministerial leaders in the past can't even get enough food and clothing. Ma Fengfeng looked at the furnishings at home and felt sad. The chest of drawers and wardrobes were all products of the 1980s. The ceiling fan on the ceiling was dusty. The kitchen The chopping board is moldy, the kitchen knife is rusty, rats can run in the rice jar, and there are a lot of empty wine bottles, half of the balcony filled.

"Dad, you smoke a cigarette." Ma Fengfeng dismantled Soft Zhonghua and lit a cigarette for Ma Jingsheng. The old man looked at the trademark on the cigarette and cursed: "Prodigal son, why do you take such a good cigarette? Keep it as a gift How great."

Ma Fengfeng went out to buy rice, fried eight dishes in the restaurant and took them home. On the way, he bought a bottle of liquor for about 100 yuan. He knew that his father only liked Wuliangye, but he was afraid of buying fakes, so it was cheaper. The point is reliable.

Back home, the middle-aged policeman I saw earlier was sitting in the house, with Chinese cigarettes, cash and shopping cards spread on the table. Ma Fengfeng noticed that he turned around and left. The two police officers had been waiting for him. But how could the assistant police of the county police station be able to catch the senior scouts of the Central Dispatch Department, Ma Fengfeng clasped the lunch on their faces, rushed into the house, jumped straight from the third floor balcony, and landed on the roof of a Changhe van. Then he turned over and jumped off and ran away.

　　Upstairs on the balcony, the middle-aged policeman came out and exclaimed: "My dear, why is Ma Fengfeng so good?"

　　 The two co-ops were covered in soup and embarrassed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They also wondered how Ma Fengfeng, a drug addict who had taken drugs for many years, suddenly became so vigorous, and his reaction speed could catch up with the special forces.

　　 Just now, a public security activist reported that Ma Fengfeng had brought back a lot of money from unknown sources. The film police brought people over. They wanted to take them back for interrogation, but they didn't expect to see this scene.

Ma Fengfeng knew that Beihe County could not stay, and he did not want to stay in this hopeless place. He did not belong here at all. He was also the son of the paralyzed patient on the bed. He was the director of the Central Regulation Department and his father was Minister Ma. His grandfather is a deputy national leader, not the Ma Yunqing who died early as a section cadre!

On the national road, a Passat was galloping, and Ma Fengfeng stole a car and returned to Omi. He had never suffered such a setback, but he did not intend to give up. Since his fate can change, he can definitely change it back.

　　……

At the Jinjiang High-speed Railway Station, Liu Handong stood at the exit. He had mixed feelings. He called Ma Ling on the train just now. The owner of this number was really Ma Ling, but Ma Ling didn’t know him and thought he was beating him indiscriminately. The hooligan who harassed the **** the phone hung up without saying a word.

The sentimental Liu Handong got into a taxi, and the vehicle drove unhurriedly. Suddenly a bus rushed in from behind. At the moment of overtaking, Liu Handong raised his eyes and saw the heroic female driver. After a glimpse, the bus departed, leaving only the back of No. 520.

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