20 billion year old boyfriend

The Jun A car went up the winding mountain road, and the lights of the car were like a few fireflies in the night.

The time was 1988, and the environment had not been completely polluted by various compounds, especially the city, which was well protected. Through the car window, you could still see fireflies flying beside the mountain road.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, and he could always see the young man sitting in the back seat—the military sitting posture, like a poplar tree that never relaxes, without any fatigue or impatience, with those eyes looking straight ahead, no matter who Anyone who saw it would know that it was a soldier.

Even if this "soldier" is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Sitting next to the young man was an old man, also wearing a military uniform, with a shining badge, silently telling about his indelible feats, his eyebrows, which were always strict like a steep wall, were now drooping into a horoscope because of joy, like a stone whose edges and corners have been smoothed, very Amiably.

As if making a bet with himself, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror every ten minutes, hoping to see the boy's slumped shoulders, even if he slightly bent his straight back, even a second would do. During the eight-hour drive, he was completely defeated.

Until the car drove into Yingjiazhuang, the figure of the young man remained the same, a magnetic field opened with indescribable strength and spiritual strength.

At this time, the driver, who had been in the army for more than ten years, unexpectedly recovered the long-lost strong sense of pride and mission as a soldier when he opened the driver's door.The spirit that has long been obliterated by ideological work and banquets.

The eighth child of Ying Jiayu's generation was born for one month, and today is his full moon wine. Ying Jia wants to entertain his family members away from home, just like those high-ranking officials in the Qing Dynasty. It's just a meal for the family.

Li Heqing, who is busy with official duties, hastened a few days and came all the way from thousands of miles just to see this precious grandson.

The person Ying Wangfeng came out to pick up in person was wearing a loose Tang suit, standing like a javelin, with white hair and torching eyes.

Behind him are a few juniors from the Ying family, all of different ages, temperament and appearance are all superior.

"Ha, Yingwangfeng! I haven't seen you for many years, it's still the same..." Li Heqing's voice sounded like a bell.

Ying Wangfeng nodded: "It's been a long time, if it wasn't for today's happy event, Brother Li might have forgotten to answer someone." Ying Wangfeng raised his hand, motioning for him to enter the gate.

"I said Lao Ying, what age is this? Why do you still speak like a landlord in the old society? We have to implement socialist ideas. Those in the past..."

A group of people walked in the village, the young man was at the end, and heard two old men talking, as if they were doing Tai Chi.

As I went deeper into Yingjiazhuang, I saw the depth and size of this manor.

As soon as Li Heqing arrived, the dinner party at Ying's family started. The protagonist was a little meat ball sitting on the seat, who was hugged, touched and kissed by Li Heqing, frowning in distaste.

"Look, this kid looks like his grandfather!"

Standing behind Li Heqing, the young man was very happy to see that the child was tender and tender, not crying or fussing.

After eating, Li Heqing went to Li Qingzhi's room to visit his daughter who was still in confinement.

When passing through the corridor, Li Heqing turned his head: "Jishan, this is your first visit to Ying's house, go shopping by yourself."

Jiang Jishan said: "Yes, General."

Ying Wangfeng, who was walking with Li Heqing, turned his head, his gaze resting on Jiang Jishan.

Jiang Jishan met that torch-like gaze, gave him a military salute, turned and walked away.

In this maze-like Yingjiazhuang, Jiang Jishan's goal was very clear, he went straight to the front hall.

When passing through the garden path, he heard a rustling sound. At this time, the garden lights were dim, and the plants and trees stood ghostly in the night, but this sound was not the sound of wind, nor the sound of insects.

It was the sound of a blade cutting into flesh, and the sound of blood dripping on the soil.

Jiang Jishan walked in the direction of the source of the sound, brushing off the covered flowers and leaves, and there was a child squatting under the shade of flowers and moon, cutting the inside of his left arm with a piece of porcelain. Moisturizes the soil and flower stems.

This kind of thin and dense wounds, mixed with blood, superimposed a shocking vision.

Jiang Jishan stood there, the moonlight elongated his shadow and covered the child.

At this end, the two old generals continued to move forward.

"This kid is interesting..." Ying Wangfeng said flatly, referring to Jiang Jishan.

"It's more than interesting..." Li Heqing shook his head: "I can't see through him! Oh, he has something to do with your Ying family..."

Ying Wangfeng glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

In the garden, the child suddenly raised his head, facing the direction of Jiang Jishan, revealing a pair of empty eye sockets, without eyeballs, very scary under the moonlight.

He seemed to be looking at him.

"Ah Si..." Jiang Jishan bent down and grabbed his wrist holding the tile.

A woman rushed over, saw this scene, and said anxiously: "Mr. Si! Why are you so stupid again..." She pulled up the child, ignored Jiang Jishan, and called for someone to come over.

Soon a group of people surrounded Ying Yuchu and disappeared into the garden, leaving Jiang Jishan standing there alone.

There was an extra wound on the back of his hand, which was just cut by Ying Yuchu with a piece of porcelain.

In the corridor, Li Heqing sighed slightly: "You don't believe me, bro."

Ying Wangfeng sneered: "It can only be said that your old Li's eyes are covered with feces, and you are just a boy." He raised two fingers and said with great interest: "I guess he has at least two generations of ancestors They are all soldiers! And the military rank is not small, at his current age, wearing a military uniform, he must have been admitted by the military academy."

Li Heqing nodded, expressing his affirmation: "What else?"

"Jiang Lang and Xu Miaoling... are they their sons?"

"That's right, Jishan is indeed the only son of Jiang Xuxian and his wife..." Li Heqing stopped in his tracks and said mysteriously, "Three years ago, he also came out of Kedi's laboratory, and it was related to your nephew's death .”

"Nonsense!" Ying Wangfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression serious.

"I, Li Heqing, can talk nonsense?"

"...That's right, you, Li Heqing, never talk nonsense." Ying Wangfeng actually agreed: "But he doesn't look like..."

"It's not like, he's too normal."

Ying Wangfeng fell into deep thought.

The next day, following the military habit, I woke up early,

Seeing the wound on the back of his hand while washing his face, Jiang Jishan frowned.

The butler of the village invited him to the restaurant for breakfast. According to the itinerary, Li Heqing would stay here for three days.

A group of children were eating at another table, looking at him very quietly, their eyes were aligned, as if he was the dish on the table.

The butler is a man in his 60s, with a friendly smile: "Guest, it seems that these troublemakers like you very much."

Jiang Jishan said: "They are very cute."

"Oh, indeed, but it's the first time I've seen them be so enthusiastic, like little bees."

Jiang Jishan didn't answer, his attention was all on Ying Yuchu, he was sitting at the white dining table, he had slightly curly long hair, he was very good-looking, he was fully clothed, he could accurately read with his eyes closed. When holding the food and drinking milk, I finally became a little cautious and pecked in small mouthfuls.

The beautiful child now has only a decadent and thin breath, like a mottled and thirsty twig in the dark night.He was thinner than three years ago, Jiang Jishan felt his heart tremble when he realized this.