Chapter nine hundred and sixty
The military district guesthouse is brightly lit.
Yang Rui walked into it with his grandfather's hand in his arms and was immediately blinded by the dazzling medal.
Comrade Yang Shan suddenly stood at the door with a timid feeling. Someone came to ask, but he just shook his lips twice.
Yang Rui then replied on his behalf: "My grandfather used to be a correspondent from Dahu Camp..."
"You are Comrade Yangshan." The soldier was also in charge of the receptionist at the door, but he was full of cleverness.
Yang Shan nodded and said, "Do you know me?"
"I know, our army commander told us that in order to send a letter, you crawled over the enemy's trench in the middle of the night, holding a pull-up grenade in your mouth." The soldiers who were welcoming the guest were talking quickly, and Yang Shan Laohuai was very comforted.
Yang Shan couldn't help but recall the past and said, "It's true that he was holding a grenade in his mouth. He was afraid that he would be captured by the enemy and throw away the letter. He would just brag when he crawled the trenches. The enemy was not made of mud, and there were mines and mines on the battlefield at any time. The enemy's secret whistle was also very energetic, and they were afraid that they would be touched and lost their lives, so they opened their eyes wide at night. At that time, I was dozens of meters away from the enemy's trenches."
"It's amazing to climb over a few dozen meters away."
"There is no way. The battalion department plans to launch an attack in the early morning and must notify the support troops. Several of our correspondents went there with the determination to die." Yang Shan suddenly felt a little sad when he said this.
"We all go with the determination to die. Those who survive must live better for their dead comrades." An old man with a medal full of medals came to Yangshan.
"Old battalion commander..." Yang Shan looked at the other party and burst into tears for a moment.
"Don't cry or cry. You said you are a few years younger than me, why do you always cry and scream?" The old battalion commander inexplicably remembered the words of that year and said it casually.
Yang Shan was even more excited.
Yang Rui stood aside and did not participate in the exchange between the two. That was their space and their era.
The people around looked at Yang Rui with various eyes.
There is no way, in an occasion where old revolutionaries and old revolutionaries gather, it is easy to attract attention if they have faces. For example, Yang Rui's outfit will attract attention even more.
Except for the slight difference in color of Yang Rui's suit today, it is basically similar to grandpa's, and looks like a parent-child shirt.
If it is a normal suit, it doesn’t matter. The style of men’s suits is far less than that of not wearing the same clothes or repeating them.
However, Yang Rui's long-sleeved, large-size suit is obviously not a normal suit.
The old revolutionaries and the old revolutionaries present basically wore two types of clothes.
One is the model of military assembly medals, but not too many. There are too many soldiers nowadays, unlike later generations, where everyone needs to wear military uniforms to prove that they are a member of such a group. In 1985, it was only 36 years after the founding of the People's Republic of China and 47 years after the outbreak of the War of Resistance. Although the soldiers who survived the war were old, the number was not large, and their nephews had more children and nephews.
The other is a suit.
With several members of the Standing Committee attending the collective suits, it is now politically correct to wear suits, not to mention that young people like fashion pursuits. No matter whether it is the second or third generation of revolutionary children, they have long been tired of wearing military uniforms, and will not wear military uniforms on such occasions.
Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and said, "I dare not take credit for this, but you have noticed it yourself."
"I don't think anyone can notice it without you reminding me. Besides, there are still people who don't believe in evil." Su Qiaoxin said, glanced at her eyes, and happened to meet a young man, and was startled.
The latter looked at Su Qiaoxin, then looked at Yang Rui, said something to the people around him, and walked up without hesitation.
Su Qiaoxin stuck out her tongue and said, "Sorry, it was Cang Shaopeng who came here. His uncle had taken Lu Boding a while ago and was hospitalized."
“Is it serious?”
"It's quite serious. The key medicine was found by Cang Shaopeng." Su Qiaoxin revealed some more news for Yang Rui's handsomeness.
Without waiting for more to say anything, Cang Shaopeng had already arrived at the two of them.
"This is Yang Rui, a college student who seeks fame." Cang Shaopeng looked at Yang Rui with a squinted look and sneered, saying, "Lu Boding has made you famous, you have made a lot of money."
"Don't throw dirty water on others." Su Qiaoxin whispered to help Yang Rui defend himself.
Cang Shaopeng, however, made a straight look and said, "What's your business? Have you taken the medicine? Do you know that the medicine is good and the medicine is bad? Are you authoritative? I think you are a reactionary academic authority."
He said the following words to Yang Rui.
When Yang Rui encounters such a nonsense, he is really a little exhausted in his words.
He can't talk about science with Cang Shaopeng, but what's the point of talking about medicines or science? "What's the point of talking about "Lao Wang from my next door to cure his old stomach problem after drinking his wife's foot wash water."
Yang Rui's brief silence was seen as showing weakness by Cang Shaopeng.
He immediately seemed to be about to jump up and whispered: "Yes, right? I know you're afraid? I knew you were guessing nonsense and nonsense."
What surprised Yang Rui even more was that he was not going to stand here to debate with Yang Rui. Instead, he returned to his friends group proudly like a victorious general and whispered: "I just said, a college student knows nothing, but he just treats Peking University as if he has never been to college. Look at the suit he is wearing and does it on TV, hahaha..."
"Hahaha……"
Chapter completed!