Nanhu City Care Retirement House.

Comrade Yang Shan carried his hands behind his back and circled under the big locust tree. He then knocked his back against the tree. There were two people who worked with him, both of whom were proud to talk and laugh.

In this yard, an old man who can circle around the big locust tree without dizziness and hit the tree without falling is worthy of pride.

At 9 o'clock, Yang Shan felt that he was good at exercising, so he slowly went to the cafeteria to have dinner with two other old men. There was a chat without a word on the way.

The content of the chat is Paul, about children and grandchildren, about national policies, and about memories of the past.

However, they have less time to talk about their children and grandchildren now. Yangshan has a grandson who is studying at Peking University. Just this is the only thing that makes others too lazy to talk about this topic.

The canteen of the dry-breakfast room provides more food than the canteen of the sports school. In terms of protein supply, there may be more, and there will be fish, meat, eggs and milk in the morning.

Comrade Yang Shan has a big appetite. After eating a bowl of porridge, drinking a bowl of milk, and eating some side dishes, he patted his stomach and smiled and said, "Who would have thought that the New China has been established for more than 30 years, and we can still eat and sleep."

"It's you, the old guy, who can eat and sleep. I got up at around 5 o'clock this morning and couldn't sleep." Old man Cui, who was sitting opposite him, ate two cakes in one breath, wiped his mouth, and said, "Besides, I love to drink millet porridge, and they don't give it to you."

"That's because you're afraid that you'll hurt your stomach." Yang Shan said angrily: "Where are people who drink four meals of millet porridge all day long?"

"What's wrong? I think they're afraid that I'll get poor." Old Man Cui pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "I'll eat these every day and don't ask for food. Before liberation, you who open a store like this will have to starve yourself to death."

In the latter sentence, he shouted loudly towards the window.

The waiter and chef behind the window pretended not to hear it, and smiled foolishly.

In a state-owned hotel outside, just like that, the clerk can argue with you for a day, but in the restroom, it is the most unpaid to argue with the veteran cadres. No matter whether you win or not, the veteran cadres get angry. The director wants to punish you. If the veteran cadres don’t get angry, he will probably beat you up.

Old men with good tempers are common outside, but not necessarily in a restroom.

Yang Shan was happy and shouted: "I think someone must be corrupt."

"You should investigate thoroughly."

"A thorough investigation!"

"Look carefully."

A group of people started to scream for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

The cadres in the canteen rushed in and after a while of persuasion, they comforted everyone.

After a while, the director also came over, holding a bag in his hand, and shouted with a smile: "I have received the letter, and I have all the food finished to get the letter."

As soon as he shouted, the old cadres who had nothing to do suddenly surrounded him.

Yang Shan also walked over slowly, put on reading glasses, and searched for his own from a pile of letters.

They are all a generation who are used to letters and rarely use landlines, so they prefer the handwriting on the letters.

Yang Shan has been in the army for many years and has served as the secretary of the township party committee several times. He has countless disciples and old friends. He has new letters coming almost every week, allowing him to understand the broader world.

"Old Yang, yours." Old Man Cui next to him did not look through his own, but found Yangshan's one, immediately handed it to him, and then stood curiously behind Yangshan and said, "Hey, it's the letter from the military region."

Yang Shan nodded proudly and said, "It's probably because of his old comrade-in-arms who miss me."

Yang Shan said, but he turned around and sat down to read the letter.

Old Man Cui sat opposite him, staring at the back of the paper curiously.

Yang Shan suddenly said "yo".

"What's wrong?" Old Man Cui was even more anxious than Yang Shan.

"The letter from the old battalion commander." Yang Shan raised his hand and laughed loudly, saying, "The old battalion commander still remembers me. Haha, the handwritten letter from the old battalion commander!"

"Impossible!"

"Really or not?"

"Old Yang, you're so frustrated."

"I'll take a look, I'll take a look."

The cafeteria was full of porridge.

Old Man Cui said in disbelief: "We are old? We retired after becoming generals. We are still busy in the second line. How can he have time to write a letter to you a free agent?"

Yang Shan was also a little self-doubted at this time. He looked down with reading glasses and said confidently: "It's not wrong. Only the old battalion commander called me stupid. I also recognize his words. When I was a correspondent for him, I saw his signature."

"Just your eyes, you can still recognize the signature. Can you tell the difference between braised pork and braised chicken nuggets?" After all, the others came together.

"Don't rob, don't rob, I'll read, I'll read." Comrade Yang Shan resolved all the attacks into being jealous. His pride was no longer hanging on his face, but drifting away and overflowing the whole city.

Even if the old cadres in the retirement office where he was located were not from the same unit, they were almost all adjacent troops. The "old battalion commander" was also a general who had gone out of the Nanhu area. Even if everyone didn't know before retirement, they had been recommended countless times after retirement.

"You read, you read." Old man Cui stood behind Yangshan and put on reading glasses to help him look.

Yang Shan cleared his throat and said, "Let's listen, the beginning is: Comrade Yang Shan, hello."

"That's right." Old Man Cui raised his glasses to prove that his eyes were still good.

Yang Shan also raised his glasses, but he smiled and read in Mandarin with some local accent: "It seems inappropriate to call you stupid now. After all, we are all older. I heard that you did a good job in the office of the township chief and the township party secretary, like a soldier from our Dahu Camp."

After reading this, Yang Shan simply stood up, looked around, and laughed.

There are a few people who usually like him to leave, but now they turn their attention away.

Yang Shan was even more excited, and coughed harder, saying, "I'll continue to recite."

"read!"

The old men were dissatisfied with it, but they still wanted to hear it.

Yang Shan laughed twice again, lowered his head and continued to recite slowly: "I have been paying attention to your work and growth, and I also hope that you can continue to work and continue to grow in your future life."

When Yang Shan, who had gray hair, read this, nodded and said, "I will definitely continue to work and continue to grow."

"If you grow up, you will become a scumbag." Old Man Cui said in a low voice, causing a burst of laughter.

Yang Shan ignored him, but instead raised his voice and said, "I envy you, your education for your children... Did you hear that? The old battalion commander envied me for my education for your children!"

Yang Shan wished he could roar three times to the sky.

He was old and lacked energy, so he laughed three times and said, "The old battalion commander said that the focus of our generation's life is work, and there is less discipline for their children. My son is not good at it. After going to high school, he joined the army and has never been on the battlefield. My daughter and son-in-law work in the south, and have not made much contributions to the country and the people. The grandchildren also have jobs, but they still need a long time to accumulate... I envy you..."

Yang Shan paused and emphasized: "I'm envious for the second time."

"Yes, we envy you too." An old man couldn't help it, with some signs of anger.

Yang Shancai didn't care, enjoyed the atmosphere around him with satisfaction, and said, "I envy you very much... It was the second time I just envied you. The old battalion commander said, "You taught a good grandson. Comrade Yang Rui's attitude of sticking to principles, enduring pressure, and working for the health of the people is worthy of our study, and it is also the pride of our Dahu Camp."

The more Yang Shan reads, the louder the sound, and in the confined environment of the canteen, it feels deafening.

An old man couldn't stand it anymore and never wanted to listen to him again, so he turned around and wanted to go out.

Yang Shan could not let him run away? Lao Dang stood on the stool even more vigorously, and was shocked to the director of the restroom to rush up to help him.

Yang Shan pushed the director's hand, but did not push it away, and just read aloud: "Finally, I sincerely invite you to come to Beijing to participate in the National Day celebration on October 1st with the permission of your body. At that time, some old leaders and old comrades in the army will be drunk and talked, recalling the past, and looking forward to the future..."

The old man who was about to go out covered his ears and wanted to leave.

Yang Shan shouted again with a thunderous momentum: "I'm going to Beijing!"
Chapter completed!