MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 568: Yanyi Extra (1)

 “Sir, sir? Mr. Yan?”

 Cuicui's belly was high, and she was knocking **** the wooden door of the small courtyard with a vegetable basket hanging on her arm.

Knocked for a long time to no avail. Just when Cuicui thought that she would be in vain this time, the courtyard door squeaked with a grinding sound and opened a gap.

Cuicui pushed open the door and entered, being extra careful when passing by the entrance patio.

She thought there was no one in the house, but when she walked around the screen wall, she realized that Yanyi was at home.

 It’s just that since I went to Beijing and came back, my whole person has become more and more strange.

He talks less and less and does not move much.

Another grape tree was planted under the south wall corresponding to the persimmon tree. Whenever I had time, I would move a rocking chair and sit under the tree. No matter how cold or hot the weather was, I would sit there for half a day.

Yanyi lay on the rocking chair and fell asleep soundly.

In the past two years, he has been relatively idle at work and has rarely worked overtime.

I don’t know why, but I am very old. The faint Sichuan lines between my eyebrows will never go away, and a few gray hairs can be seen in the inch-long hair on the temples.

Cuicui picked up the book he had dropped on the floor and put it on the small table. She picked up the blanket and gently shook it clean and put it back on his lap.

She carried the basket and teapot into the house, and when she came out again, she had a steaming pot of scented tea in her hand.

Cuicui's movements were very light, but the teapot still made a soft sound when it landed on the small glass table.

"Um…"

Yanyi woke up, but did not open his eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he kicked his long legs lightly, and the rocking chair rocked back and forth. "How many times have I told you? Don't run back and forth if you are not comfortable..."

“Ji Ge’s fields have just harvested new seasonal vegetables. I can’t finish them all at home, so let me give them to you,” Cuicui said.

Ji Ge is Cuicui’s husband. He is from Haishi. He used to be a vegetable vendor on Quancheng Road. Cuicui often visited her, and they became familiar with each other after going back and forth.

"The vegetable seller is at the door. If I want to eat, I can buy it myself."

 “I don’t worry about you.”

Cuicui lowered her eyes and stood there blankly, thinking that Mr. Yan would scold her like before, but he didn't this time.

Yanyi sighed softly and said nothing.

 Cuicui stood for a while longer, then began to move around to find something to do. She dragged the quilt out to dry, soaked the sheets and washed them, steamed rice on the stove... Every corner of the house was swept and wiped clean.

 It was already two hours later when everything was sorted out.

Cuicui seems to have nothing more than a little fragrance.

Cuicui even doesn’t understand why his wife likes to drink scented tea, and even Mr. Yan likes to drink it now.

　　Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he moved the small matzha and sat next to Yan Yi, poured a cup of scented tea and drank it carefully.

 Scented tea, he used to...

Hmm... Cuicui paused.

Mr. Yan could not say he would not drink it before, but he had never been taboo about it. But I don’t know when he started to only drink scented tea.

 “Mr. Yan…”

"Um?"

 “Isn’t your wife coming back?”

After hesitating for a long time, Cuicui asked the question she had never dared to ask.

The air was condensed, and Cuicui was a little frightened, but Yanyi spoke at this moment: "She is living a very happy life now."

"well…?"

 “Just be happy.”

 “…It doesn’t matter if I can’t come back.”

Cuicui was silent for a moment, then asked: "What should I do, Mr. Yan?"

Ji Ge promised her that if she wanted to visit Mr. Yan, she could come at any time. But when the child was born, there would always be things he couldn't take care of.

Yanyi chuckled lightly, his long eyelashes trembling and he opened his narrow eyes.

He stared at the bare grape vines intently and said: "Read a book and drink tea. Next year will be the third year, and it's time to bear grapes..."

 Look, life is still full and fun.

 Cuicui lowered her head, combing the shiny braid on the side of her head and hammering it in front of her knees. She was lost in thought while holding the end of her hair, and she was silent for a long time.

 Mrs. is a good person.

 She likes my wife very much.

 But I also like Mr. Yan.

 She hopes that, if possible, Mr. Yan can also be happy.

 But I don’t know where to start with these words.

Cuicui didn't stay in the small courtyard for too long. She cooked the vegetables in the back pot and put them on the plates, and put them in the pot for steaming rice in front.

Cuicui took off her clothes and walked out with an empty basket.

 “I’m going back, Mr. Yan.”

 The rocking chair was still. The man's eyes were closed, his breathing was deep, and he did not answer.

 The large courtyard was empty, and he sat there alone, feeling extremely lonely.

Mr. Yan has the same disease as Mrs. Zeng.

This kind of disease can only be overcome by oneself.

Cuicui sighed in her heart, pulled up the thin blanket on Yanyi's legs, gently closed the courtyard door, and walked down the mountain.    *

Yanyi knew he was ashamed. After returning from Beijing, he never even visited the Wei family, let alone the Wei family. He only asked someone to bring a gift to the Wei family during the New Year.

 This has been the case for several years, but after the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1988, there was a slight difference.

At that time, Wei Xueliang was just fifty-two years old, but his body was in tatters, and the sequelae of the massacre in his youth emerged one after another.

Such a mighty person, in just half a year, he was lying in bed unable to get up, sleeping and waking up, and relying on chemotherapy every day.

　　The person carrying the greetings brought back a letter with a military seal.

 Yanyi hurriedly read it, booked tickets and rushed to the capital city without stopping, and went straight to the Military Affiliated Hospital.

Yanyi stood in front of the hospital bed and looked at Wei Xueliang, who was wearing an oxygen mask and was emaciated with only a handful of bones left. He simply didn't dare to recognize him.

["I don't want freeloaders. If you want to stay, you have to think clearly for me. From now on, your head will be tied to your belt. If I tell you to die, you will die. If I let you live, you will be chopped off." My head also has to crawl back."

“Xiao Yan, I have to go to a meeting. A girl will come over in a while. I don’t know what she is wearing today. Anyway, the most beautiful one is her. That is my daughter. Watch carefully and don’t let her run away..."

“Did you see that? You were the first to sit in the passenger seat of the new pickup truck that I gave you as the first prize. How about it? Isn’t it more comfortable than Lao Guo’s **** car?”

“Haha, I’m in a good mood today. Your Aunt Wei has stewed some meat. Let’s go home for dinner!”

 “Xiao Yan…”

  “Xiao Yan…”]

Bits and pieces of the past came to mind, Yanyi's throat tightened, and his heart felt extremely astringent.

The first time I fell off a horse and had my leg trampled by a horse, I never shed tears, but at this moment I broke down in tears.

Although Wei Xueliang was strict and never polite, he was really kind to him.

Just as Wei Xueliang regarded Yanyi as his own son, Yanyi had already regarded him as his father.

After many years, when he saw Yanyi again, Wei Xueliang had the same mixed feelings, but now he had lost the ability to speak, and he could not tell Yanyi personally about some things.

Wei Xueliang moved his fingers and looked at Wei Lin aside with his red eyes.

Wei Lin stood up at the right time and handed a small box and a letter to Yanyi carefully with both hands. "Dad, he can't speak now. The letter was written when he could still move. I couldn't contact you before..."

 “Just watch it, you’ll understand after reading it.”

 Wei Lin turned around and left the ward, leaving them some time alone.

Yanyi sat on the edge of the hospital bed and opened the letter in front of Wei Xueliang.

While crying, he read the entire letter and opened the small square box with trembling hands.

When he saw the badge with three stars and a small sun, Yanyi finally couldn't help it. He knelt down beside Wei Xueliang with a "dong" sound and confessed in a deep voice, "I'm sorry..., I was wrong, I was really wrong. Got it!"

That's his badge!

 It’s the badge that Wei Xueliang forcibly tore off in Province H ten years ago!

 He has done so many wrong things, and he is ashamed of Wei Lan, the Wei family, and even more ashamed of Wei Xueliang and the party.

 But even so, Wei Xueliang still had expectations for him and was willing to give him a chance.

Yanyi rested his forehead on Wei Xueliang's hand, and his voice returned to its former boldness and fierceness, "I swear as a soldier to defend our country to the death. I will not return until the battle is unjust."

　　If I return first, I will die.

His voice was sonorous and powerful. Wei Xueliang felt a surge of emotion, his eyes widened, and tears rolled out tremblingly.

Wei Xueliang moved his hand and gently touched Yanyi's forehead. He tried his best until the veins on his forehead popped out before he uttered a few inaudible words:

 “Vietnam war chief...the commander-in-chief obeys the order...good luck on the road.”

Yanyi stood up straight, gave Wei Xueliang a standard military salute, turned around and left with his badge and the recommendation letter sandwiched in the letter.

 Two days later, the military airport:

Many young people wearing pine branches and green uniforms lined up neatly. The leading officer recognized the faces of the Wei family. Seeing a few people, old and young, crying outside the field, he thought for a moment and said: "The 19th Division is lined up in a row, and Yanyi is out! "

The leader's voice was loud. As soon as his voice fell, Yanyi stood upright and stepped out of the queue, kicking his legs, "Here we come!"

 The leader took out a breath and softened his voice: "60 seconds."

Yan Yihui felt sorry for himself and ran towards the three people outside the court without even thinking about it.

"Aunt Wei! Wei Lan...is this your and Gu Chao's daughter? She's very cute."

 Wei's mother was old and could not stay aside for a long time, so Wei Lan took turns guarding with Wei Lin and Song Qi.

When I went back to Yanyi last time, Wei Lan was not there.

Wei Lan softly said "Hmm", her eyes were red and she didn't say anything. However, the three-year-old little pink dumpling in her arms stretched out her hand for Yanyi to hug her as he had been taught in advance.

The small pink dumplings are fragrant and soft. Yanyi is dressed in a military uniform. His skin is textured to the depths of his bones and blood, as if some kind of brand has been activated. It is hard. He doesn’t know what to do while holding the small dumplings.

Three-year-old Gu Jiaojiao left a saliva mark on Yanyi's face. She gritted her millet teeth and said seriously in a baby voice: "Uncle, have a good trip. Mom asked me to tell you that grandma, grandpa, uncle, and mother are waiting for you." Go home and eat.”

The immature words of a child once again moved the hard-blooded man.

Just as Yanyi said the word "good", a loud whistle sounded behind him.

Time is up.

Without hesitation, he handed the dumplings to Wei Lan. His voice was as cold as a blade, "Let's eat together when I come back."

 After saying this, he turned around, his figure from behind was heroic and solemn, with a determined determination.

“Report! The nineteen divisions are lined up in a row, and Yanyi is in line!”

 “Copy that! Board the plane!”

Yan Yi held the equipment in his arms tightly, his narrow eyes widened and turned red, for fear of tears falling, and he didn't dare to look back.

 I will not return unless the battle is peaceful.

If I return first, I will die!

 …

The Vietnamese army provoked provocations at the border and provoked countless battles, large and small. The military sent troops there, intermittently, to calm everything down.

 (End of this chapter)