Siheyuan: Since 51

"Can that be the same?"

The brigade commander raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled complacently.

"Let me make things clear first. You didn't come to see me, and you were incompetent as a junior. Then, I'll talk about things. You felt guilty, but happened to be capable, so you volunteered to help me in order to be forgiven."

Then he looked at Lin Jialiang and said, "Scholar, you say, we have to be reasonable, right?"

Lin Jialiang nodded immediately, "No problem, you are the most reasonable."

"That is!"

The brigade commander chuckled, looked at Lin Zhiyuan, slowly took a puff of cigarette, and winked.

Lin Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, looking pitiful.

"Uncle Chen, I was wrong. I will come to see you often in the future. You are a magnanimous person, so please forgive me. If you have anything to ask, just let me know."

The brigade commander smiled heartily, then acted reluctantly.

"Okay, given your attitude, I'll give you a chance!"

Having said that, he paused and asked meaningfully.

"Look, the military academy has its school song, and I think the soldiers should also have a few songs of their own, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

I said?

What the hell!

You just want a song? Just tell me directly!

After all this, you even asked me to find out your address.

Do I think my life is too long if I steal offerings from the King of Hell's table?

Before, when composing the songs for "Red Sister-in-law", Lin Zhiyuan wrote down almost all the songs he could think of.

Just go back and find some time, enter the space and look for it. I can’t say there are many, but there are at least seven or eight songs.

After calming himself down, Lin Zhiyuan asked, "Are you in a hurry? How many songs do you want? If you want too many and too soon, it won't work."

The brigade commander's eyes flickered and he smiled brightly.

"Good boy, let's have a good chat. How long will it take you to write a song?"

Looking at the brigade commander's expression, Lin Zhiyuan's mind flashed to a classic scene from "Drawing Sword", and he immediately leaned back.

"Well, Uncle Chen, it's hard to say. It depends on inspiration."

The brigade commander nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay then. I wanted you to write one song to boost morale. But now I see, one song seems a bit disrespectful to you. So I won't say anything else. Let's start with eight or ten songs!"

"What?"

Lin Zhiyuan glared and waved his hands quickly, "No, no, this is too much. Otherwise, you should just look down on me!"

Let’s not talk about whether it works or not, even if it does, I wouldn’t dare to agree.

If there is one, there will be two. What if he gets inspired one day and write ten more poems with a wave of his hand?

What?

The brigade commander threw a cigarette to Lin Zhiyuan and said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll give in. Five or six songs will be fine, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan still had a bitter face.

"Uncle Chen, please forgive me. This won't do. I'll just have to grit my teeth and do two songs."

The brigade commander leaned back and curled his lips.

"Look at you. Merchants bargain and know how to give and take. You... are so unkind."

As he said this, he seemed to have suffered a great loss and sighed, "Those four poems."

Lin Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and spoke after a long while, "Uncle Chen, I won't say anything else. Please take care of me. Three poems."

The brigade commander suddenly laughed and slapped his thigh, "You said it, we are all grown men, we must keep our word."

Lin Zhiyuan said with a sad face, "Yes, yes, yes, I keep my word."

The brigade commander's mouth corners curled slightly, looking extremely proud.

"Don't worry, we are close friends, and I will definitely not let you down. It just so happens that your aunt asked me to smoke less, so when you leave later, take one."

"Really?"

Unexpectedly, there was a return payment. Lin Zhiyuan said happily, "Mr. Big Boss, you have to keep your word."

Next, Lin Jialiang stopped pretending to be dumb.

The three of them chatted and laughed about everything under the sun.

As evening approached, uncle and nephew Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye.

Outside Lingjing Hutong, Gao Ziyue was sitting in the car smoking.

As soon as he got in the car, Lin Jialiang blurted out, "Zhiyuan, go back and get me five packs of cigarettes."

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned. "Second Uncle, this is my reward."

Lin Jialiang twitched his lips and said, "It's a shitty reward. We'll split it in half when we meet."

"You are a big boss, you are taking cigarettes from me, isn't that too much? Besides, you have the supply."

"How can it be the same? This is a special supply."

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Half is not enough. I'll go back and get you a box."

Lin Jialiang immediately reached out his hand, "Here, give me a box first, and I'll come back to you for more when I'm done."

"Well, are you a bandit?"

"How can you talk like that? I'm your second uncle, shouldn't you respect me?"

Lin Zhiyuan opened the cloth bag, tore open the packaging, took out a box and handed it over, "Smoke less, or I'll complain to Second Aunt."

Lin Jialiang snatched the cigarette and stuffed it into his pocket. "Look at how stingy you are. You are almost as stingy as Old Yan in the front yard."

Gao Ziyue, who was standing beside him, twitched his lips and said jokingly, "Commander, you must keep your word. Didn't you say that we would split it in half when we meet? Where's mine?"

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, "Well, it's true that a leader is like his soldiers."

Then he took out two more packs and placed them next to the seat. "I'll put two boxes here, one for you and one for Xiao Hu."

Gao Ziyue was delighted and said, "Okay."

Lin Jialiang smiled, "You are quite generous now."

But the brigade commander, after seeing off the uncle and nephew of the Lin family, returned to the living room humming a little tune.

Mrs. Chen saw this and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Look how happy you are."

When the brigade commander told what had happened, he couldn't help laughing again.

Madam Chen rolled her eyes at the brigade commander and said unhappily, "You are so grown up, and you have the nerve to bully a junior."

"You don't understand. I think this kid is quite interesting. He's just joking."

The brigade commander smacked his lips and continued, "Besides, how could I have wronged him? I just gave him a cigarette, and didn't you see how he acted? He looked like he had eaten bee shit."

Mrs. Chen disagreed, "I just feel that the child is honest and you are bullying him."

As he spoke, he remembered something and added another sentence.

"How about this, give him your tiger-skin waistcoat later!"

Upon hearing this, the brigade commander immediately waved his hand.

"How can this be possible? Xiao Wu gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to his nephew. This doesn't look good."

As he spoke, he adjusted his glasses and explained again.

"It looks like the tiger skin is made of nitrate, but it is well sewn. Maybe it was given to me by one of Xiao Wu's subordinates. I must treasure the tiger skin waistcoat. It is a reflection of my lifelong military service and my love for my soldiers."

Mrs. Chen couldn't help but laugh, "Come on, come on, you are right. Then you can do whatever you want, just don't let the child feel wronged."

The brigade commander walked slowly to the side and sat down on a chair.

"What you said makes sense, but I specially gave him something, and this kid is so excited, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the square table, recalled the teaching just now, and chuckled.

"Let the second child go. It happens that the second child doesn't study hard, so he can let Brother Zhiyuan teach him well."

Mrs. Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You, how come you can't suffer any loss?"

The brigade commander laughed and said, "I'm used to it. I can't suffer a loss in a war."

Mrs. Chen smiled and asked, "So what are you going to give Zhiyuan?"