allonlinenovel Chapter 162: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (5)
Chapter 162: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (5)
All the way west.
After leaving the city, Song Qian did not choose to take the highway, but went to Ningxiang, where there are nationally famous black pigs, to buy bacon.
The purpose of this trip to Yunnan Province is to visit the parents and families of two comrades-in-arms.
There are heroes even in peacetime.
Because of the special nature of the mission, they have to be unsung heroes, and even their merits and honors are kept confidential.
In his mind, he remembered nineteen such addresses——
Distributed all over the world.
Every year he would take most of his time to visit the elderly and children, and show filial piety to his comrades whose sacrifices had to be kept secret.
He started doing this since he retired seven years ago.
Normally, Lin Xiaorou seldom went out with them. They had opened a company, and although they had hired a professional manager to run it, the couple tacitly agreed to keep someone who could make the decisions in charge.
Usually, it is Lin Xiaorou who stays behind.
The New Year is coming soon, so the three of us as a family go out and relax.
Although there is plenty of space inside the RV and after putting several large boxes of bacon and sausages in it, I often feel hungry when sitting in the car.
Among them, the Phantom's performance is the least useful.
【Ah——】
Dad, please, I want to eat bacon, the kind with three layers of pork belly!
[No, the nitrite content is too high. It needs to go through at least four steps of washing, soaking, boiling and steaming before it can be eaten! ]
【Ah——】
Dad, besides glass and plastic screws, is there anything I can’t eat?
Song Qian concentrated on driving and didn't even turn his head.
The mother and son fell asleep leaning against each other. He had closed the cab and the rear baffle early on. Otherwise, with the Phantom's loud voice, it would have been impossible to sleep.
After Ningxiang, you will reach Yiyang City. I heard that there is a nest of beauties in Taojiang, Yiyang, but I have never had the chance to visit.
Well, I can’t let Lin Xiaorou know about this idea, otherwise, I’ll definitely get scolded.
【Ah——】
Humph, man...
Because he was not in a hurry and took the national highway, Song Qian did not use navigation the entire time.
Xiaotuantuan's voice pack sounds very noisy. If he gets stuck in traffic and feels annoyed, he might not be able to help but squeeze the speaker.
[Dad, dad, there are so many people outside, what are they doing? ]
Because Phantom was sleepy and nodding his head, Song Qian finally got a moment of peace, but in the end -
The brat woke up.
At this time, the car happened to pass by a street, and it seemed that there was a village market.
Song Zijin had never seen such a large market with such a strong rural atmosphere. It was full of new things he had never seen before. No wonder he was jumping up and down and shouting.
There were a lot of people in the market, and the RV Song Qian was driving was tall, so he could only find a spacious place to park.
As soon as he pulled the handbrake, he was face to face with two round, furry heads sticking out from behind.
【dad! 】
【husband! 】
The mother and daughter smiled in the same cute way.
[Okay, I've already parked the car, please be quiet, the Phantom cannot be taken out of the car, and whoever wakes it up will have to stay in the car with it!]
Lin Xiaorou quickly covered her mouth, and Song Zijin followed suit, putting his fist into his mouth to show that he would obey the order.
Song Qian never brought his habits from the army back home. He was the only one who needed to be strict with himself. Home was a place for family members to relax, so there was no need to make it so boring.
The three men got out of the car quietly, like thieves.
The villagers seldom saw such a strange-looking large vehicle parked, and several old men with pipes in their mouths came over and looked the RV up and down.
[The pot is full, it's a Mo car, right? ]
Yiyang dialect is very similar to Changsha dialect. Handsome guy is [满锅], which means [过].
After the old man asked the question, he realized that he could only reach the other person's arms when he looked straight ahead. Even through the thin down jacket, he could vaguely see the strong and bulging muscles underneath.
The old man secretly gulped down a big mouthful. He was not envious. Everyone has been young. When I was called "Man Guo" in the past, my muscles were also this big.
【Grandpa, this is an RV. 】
The conspicuous Song Zijin jumped up and down to answer, feeling proud of it.
I don’t know what to be happy about…
[Oh, house, you city people have a hard time. You have to put four wheels on your house to move around when you go out.]
The old man was very old and had no teeth, but he was still quite eloquent. He held a pipe between his crooked lips while talking, and the pipe didn't even fall out.
Song Zijin wanted to argue carefully, but her mother covered her mouth.
There is no need to do so. The elderly are actually right in understanding it this way.
The family of three walked a long way, and the old man was still looking around the car body. With his hunched height, he couldn't actually see inside the car. The white iron shell outside was not much different from any other car.
[Dad, I just saw the candied haws, why is it gone? ]
Song Zijin held his mother's hand and walked in the crowd. Everywhere he looked, there were crowded and wrinkled trouser legs and buttocks, which made it difficult for him to breathe.
Who told him that even if he grew three centimeters taller, he would still be a bean sprout that could not be found in a crowd.
I don’t know whether his height will be like his mother or his father in the future.
If it's the former, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a wife...
After all, Lin Xiaorou is short and stout, only about 1.5 meters tall, not even as tall as Song Qian's chest.
Well, when he jumps up, he can hit Song Qian’s nose. His jumping ability is really great.
As soon as Song Qian heard the brat mumbling, he knew what he meant. He picked up the bean sprouts with one hand and threw them directly onto his shoulder.
Just like a tailor-made chair, Song Zijin sat firmly and his vision suddenly became wider.
The candied haws he had been longing for were right at the two o'clock direction, separated by hundreds of men, women, young and old, carrying baskets on their backs or large and small bags on their shoulders.
[I'll go buy some, one skewer per person, just the right amount to whet your appetite, and then we'll find a small restaurant to eat at! ]
Lin Xiaorou patted Song Qian's arm, said hello, and dived into the crowd like a loach.
From Song Zijin's height, he could just watch the whole process.
The father and son were standing in the distance. Their combined heights were more than two meters, taller than the shop signs on both sides of the road, and very eye-catching.
[Is this a man from Northeast China?! He is so tall! What did he eat to grow up?!]
An old lady holding a child came towards me and sighed.
Fortunately, the girl she was holding was a little girl who didn't have such a strong height anxiety. If it was a boy, the aunt would definitely rush over to ask for the secret to growing taller.
Her home was five miles in radius, and the tallest person was only about 1.7 meters tall. She had only seen a giant like this one, almost two meters tall.
The little girl was obviously not interested in the uncle who was as big as a telephone pole. She was holding a piece of malt sugar in her hand, which had teeth marks all over it and was sticky all over her hands.
Song Zijin noticed with sharp eyes that the little girl was rubbing the back of her hand on her body. The cover-up dress that the older generation of Hunan people loved to wear when raising their children was covered with stains of various colors horizontally and vertically.
Well, that's a bit dirty.