Chapter 2389 Slight injury does not fall from the fire

My wife looked at Ye Wancheng's face for a while and nodded:

"Didn't he retire early? Why are he so busy?"

Wei Quanyou sighed: "We all have our own persistence, but what I insist on is the only thing I have, and what he insists on is a height that ordinary people cannot reach."

My wife seemed to understand, but she didn't. But she still obediently went to milk the cow.

The sun rises later than the mainland in the northern border, and it is brighter at 8 o'clock here. At this time, Wei Quanyou and his wife have already gotten up.

My wife made breakfast again, while Wei Quanyou sorted out the national flag. For decades, this has been an indispensable project for him every day, no matter how bad the weather is.

Originally, he wanted to raise the flag based on their time like the national flag class in Beijing, but the time difference of only two hours made him unable to do it.

So he chose to start raising the flag the moment the sun was about to rise, because the national flag was the sun in his heart.

The music woke Ye Wancheng up, who was hangover, and saw Wei Quanyou fiddling with the national flag, and suddenly jumped out of the bed, almost flashing his waist.

So, one of the two veterans acted as flag-raising benches and the other stood in a standard military posture, and raised a red star and red flag high in the loud national anthem.

Wei Quanyou's wife also ran out quickly and stood behind Ye Wancheng. Although her waist was a little hunched and her legs were trembling, the hand that saluted was so stable, like a statue.

Ye Wancheng's eyes were a little wet. He couldn't remember that he had not attended the flag-raising ceremony for many years.

Although this ceremony is simple, the passionate music and rising slowly on the flag will make people excited every time!

It was not until the bright five-star red flag flew at the top of the flagpole for a while and made a whirring sound that Ye Wancheng's mood calmed down.

Wei Quanyou looked at this old comrade in satisfaction, and said, "How about Xiaoyezi? Doesn't it feel good?"

Ye Wancheng nodded heavily. He hadn't been so excited for a long time, and he didn't even go to receive the Nobel Prize that time. In fact, it was because the prize money was too small.

When people live, they will need some spiritual things, in fact, beliefs and ideals. Once these are missing, they will become walking zombies.

Since Ye Wancheng and his generation have taken on the identity of military reclamation soldiers, their main task is naturally to defend and build this piece of land.

Seeing Ye Wancheng's expression was a little depressed, Wei Quanyou patted his shoulder:

"Okay, Ye Zi, I'm responsible for the protection, you're responsible for the construction, you're already excellent enough."

Although Wei Quanyou's words were sincere, Ye Wancheng still felt guilty. He felt that compared with Wei Quanyou, he was still missing something.

Seeing Wei Quanyou packing his things and preparing to patrol the border, Ye Wanzhen also carried a kettle on his back and asked to go with him.

Wei Quanyou asked with a suspicion and uncertainty:

"You can walk down ten kilometers?"

Ye Wancheng raised his chest: "Who do you look down on? I am younger than you!"

Wei Quanyou refused to comment, but he did not stop him. Perhaps in his heart, he also felt that Ye Wancheng should take this trip?

There were two steamed buns per person, and my wife even deliberately drained the soup for them to pack the meat she had not finished eating yesterday.

She was afraid that Ye Wancheng would not be able to eat dry steamed buns and pickles. After all, people have never suffered any hardships for so many years.

Before leaving, Wei Quanyou thought for a moment and put a small mat on the cow's back. The black and white cow was specially sent to him by Ye Wancheng's name by Chi Naer.

Wei Quanyou was still carrying his semi-automatic rifle, but Ye Wancheng was carrying his old Wusi. This gun has been with him for decades, but it is still the same as the new one.

Ye Wancheng hasn't walked this path for decades. It would be better to say that it was a path that Wei Quanyou stepped on with his footsteps.

The land on this scattered border line is very barren, and even the grass is sparse and low and close to the ground.

However, both cows and sheep are used to such grass, with their lips pressed against the ground and trying hard to chew. And with Wei Quanyou's rhythm, they eat while walking, and they never stay because there is more grass.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar scenery, Ye Wancheng subconsciously went to take out the cigarette, but his pocket was empty.

Only then did he realize that Yan had already quit after the lung cancer surgery.

However, if you walk on this road, if you smoke comes to accompany you, you will feel that there is less meaning.

Wei Quanyou seemed to have insight into his ideas, and took out an iron box at the right time and took out a note cut from the reference message.

Ye Wancheng hesitated for a moment, and Wei Quanyou laughed:

"What, are you afraid of death? How old are you? Can't you see this kind of thing thoroughly?"

Ye Wancheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, took the note, then poured a pinch of Mohe cigarette from the iron box, and rolled it up skillfully.

Although I haven't smoked this thing for more than ten years, the skills of cigarettes have not fallen out at all. I bit off the tips I twisted off with my teeth, then approached Wei Quanyou and ignited the fire, took a beautiful breath, and then my head suddenly became dizzy.

Wei Quanyou laughed "haha": "Little guy, you're drunk when you smoke. It's the same virtue as you when you first smoke!"

Ye Wancheng threw away the smoke in his hand and smiled bitterly, only then did he remember that this guy was instigating him to smoke.

The road undulates with the mountains, but the altitude is not high. The green grass and wild flowers of various colors are like pigments on the grassland that is everywhere in the sand, giving this originally barren land the color of life.

Wei Quanyou smoked Moheyan one by one, as if he wanted to leave the air and smoke here in his lungs.

The black and white flower cow became the leader of this small group, and it was always at the forefront. Once a cow or sheep that surpassed it, it would roar.

Its steps are very stable and the speed is moderate, so it will never make Wei Quanyou unable to keep up.

Ye Wancheng asked curiously: "Why don't you keep a few sheepdogs?"

Wei Quanyou shook his head: "I have never raised it since Hu Zi died."

Ye Wancheng was silent. It turned out that this old guy was unwilling to face separation from life and death!

At this time, a pair of patrol soldiers walked opposite them, and they saluted Wei Quanyou together, and then asked with concern:

"Old squad leader, has your injury healed? Come on patrol so soon?"

Wei Quanyou stretched out his arm to show his muscles:

"My old arms and legs are forbidden, and there is no skin trauma."

The platoon leader carefully checked the gauze that Wei Quanyou was still wrapped in:

"Old squad leader, starting tomorrow, I will ask the sanitation officer to change it regularly for you."

Wei Quanyou did not refuse and nodded to agree.

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