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Before Liang San was 10 years old, he never had a full meal.

He was sallow and emaciated from hunger, short in stature, and always had unexplained mud marks on his chest and trouser knees.Occasionally wearing a new dress, my face is still covered with a layer of dust, and I can't even wash it off.

In the compound where he lived, the neighbors didn't dare to approach it, for no other reason. The two old thieves in that compound raised a large group of homeless children. Feel a few sins.

Among the gang of kids who stole things, Liang San was quite conspicuous.They are usually divided into two factions, one group is clever and fast, they steal and rob, and earn a lot of money, and the other group is a bit dull and pitiful, they go out together to beg for food and money, and earn less.

Liang San was the one in the back, his black eyes were particularly bright, but when he scolded him, he didn't seem to understand, and didn't respond at all.

It is said that he is conspicuous because he is always the one being bullied, no matter which group or two old thieves, if you want to beat him, you can beat him, and if you want to scold him, you can call to scold him.

Everyone doesn't know where this dumb kid came from, and one day he suddenly mixed up with them, but in short, he is just a kid that no one wants, everyone thinks so.

Until that day, a few strangers came to inquire about the yard. Not long after, the two old thieves were arrested. The abducted children were sent home, and those without parents were handed over to relatives. The friend raised, and only Liang San was left.

At that time, there was a young police officer in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, who has now become the commander-in-chief—but at that time, he was just an investigator who had just started working, so he asked him, "Where is your home? What's your name?"

In Liang San's ignorant consciousness, he suddenly had a few questions, what's his name?Where is the house?Don't know all.

It seems that from the beginning of memory, I was waiting for passers-by to give me a corner ticket on the side of the road, and I was hungry and full.

So he was sent to the orphanage, which was not much better than a den of thieves, and he still had to rob food.After staying for a few days, the police officer from the Criminal Investigation Brigade came again and said that he had found his relative.

He was taken outside the dean's office, and through the translucent glass on the door, several people inside could be seen arguing.

A woman who was said to be his aunt shouted in a shrill voice: "Why did we ask us to take him in! Go find his mother! Why did you go there earlier!"

"Don't get too excited," the man who is said to be his uncle said, "We are here today to express this meaning, it's okay to come over occasionally to see him, let us raise him, we can't afford it, his father is a murderer again, It's not a good reputation to talk about..."

The dean explained: "We are not talking about coercion, but the conditions of the orphanage are limited. Since there are relatives..."

"Then sever the relationship! We are not relatives!" The aunt with a thin voice quickly interrupted the dean, "Anyway, we don't want it! You don't want us to give you an extra money!"

The quarrel was still going on, the young police officer held his hand and stood outside the door, watching the child calmly watching what happened inside, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

Perhaps sensing the gaze from outside the door, the aunt inside suddenly turned her head and took a look. When she met the child's gaze, she dodged in a panic for some reason. It was broken, and when I looked away, I was a little embarrassed.

The child lightly shook the officer's hand, raised his head and said, "Brother, let's go back, it's time for lunch, and there will be no food after that."

"Ah...ah?" The policeman looked inside and then at him, "but..."

"They don't want me anyway," he said calmly. "Today's lunch is stewed chicken with potatoes. I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

After finding relatives, he found out that his surname was Liang, the "Liang" of the house beam, and the "Liang" of the wood, but what was his name?Maybe his murderer's father and his missing mother once fetched it for him, but no one knows it anymore.

So he wrote down the most complex character he knew besides the character "Liang", "three".There are three strokes, which means nothing.

After staying in the orphanage for two years, he barely read a little, but the school is not good, and the people around him are different from him.He gradually felt the shame from his worn-out clothes, and when he was called on in class but couldn't answer the questions, and few people were willing to talk to him.

At that time, he met the policeman brother again, and he took him into the army, and he became a child raised in the cooking class.

Now that I think about it, I don't know how he was allowed to stay in the army.At the beginning of training with the recruits, he was not half as tall as others, but he did not lose his momentum when fighting.Helping the cook chop vegetables together in the kitchen, he was even more agile than the newcomer, and after half a month he could cut every potato shred to the same fineness.

After less than two years, he officially became a recruit.At that time, he was already used to waking up before the morning exercise bell rang, and the physical fitness of 3000 meters was very easy. The most exciting thing for him was finally being able to practice shooting.

When I joined the special forces later, it was another story. I have also been on the real battlefield, and I have done various tasks, and I have been in the army for most of my life.

Later, when I met Meng Chang, he still remembered that when he went to the hospital, he pointed to the sign beside the bed and asked, "The word in your real name... how do you pronounce it?"

Meng Chang looked back and said, "When you read 'Chang', it sounds the same as the 'factory' in the factory. It means that the daytime is very long."

"Hmm...it's rare." Liang San said, there were not many people around him with such educated names.

"Because I was born on the day of the summer solstice," Meng Chang watched the medicine in the bottle flow into his body drop by drop along the hose, "Are you the third child in the family?"

"Ah, ah, no," Liang San paused, "it doesn't make any sense, the word 'three'...is just chosen randomly, and has no special meaning."

"Really?" Meng Chang said slowly but seriously, "If I have a child, I want to give him a very serious name, so that when he uses this name countless times in his life, he will always be I feel that my name was chosen after careful consideration, that I was born and raised with blessings."

He was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "I think so too."

At that time, Meng Chang had just woken up from a coma not long ago. Looking at the man who had been sitting in front of him, who was a stranger a day ago, the usual sharp gaze was submerged by the tide, and he fell into the trap like the gradually darkening sky outside the window. In deep sorrow.

He reached for Liang San's with the hand with the needle in it, "But let me tell you quietly, the name 'Liang San' is very important to me now, every time I think of it, I think of him as a god of war." people."

"Mars?"

"Well," Meng Chang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly embarrassed smile, "The kind with feet on auspicious clouds and light behind."

When Liang San woke up from such a lucid dream, it seemed that Meng Chang's warmth still remained in his hand.

He glanced at the time, only ten minutes had passed.He was sitting in the driver's seat, and after a blustery wind outside, it finally started to rain cats and dogs.

Across the road, at the entrance of a neon-lit massage parlor, several scantily-clad women came out with umbrellas to greet a customer who got off a limousine, and several people walked in with laughter.

Liang San got out of the car and walked over there.