At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the straight figure at the entrance of the courtyard, and many people's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Obviously, they did not expect that the Lan family would invite the madman over.

What is the purpose of this?

Su Tulong looked at the figure that appeared at the gate of the courtyard with a faint look, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Click..."

Next to Su Tulong, Su Yuefeng, who was holding a teacup and gracefully tasting the best phoenix-tail tea, used a slight force, and a crack spread on the teacup.

A terrifying murderous intent spread out from her body like a flood, making the people around her feel inexplicably wrapped in ice.

"Don't be anxious!"

Su Yuefeng put down the teacup in her hand, stood up, and was about to walk towards the figure at the gate, but was stopped by Su Tulong: "This is the home court of the Lan family."

Su Yuefeng didn't say anything... she returned to her seat and sat down, but her eyes were filled with unprecedented murderous intent.

The saber's hand, holding the red wine glass, paused slightly, looked at the figure that appeared at the door, and a trace of inexplicable cold light flashed in his eyes, and a powerful murderous intent spread out from his body, but it was quickly restrained by him.

Song Wenjie was talking and laughing with several young masters, but when he saw the figure emerging at the door, the smile on his face disappeared. He turned his head and looked at Ye Ziru who was smiling beside him, and there was a hint of nervousness in his heart.

He walked to Ye Ziru and leaned his mouth against her ears. A cold voice came from Song Wenjie's mouth: "If you don't want any accidents to happen to your father, you can show me your good performance."

"snort!"

Ye Ziru snorted coldly from her mouth, and walked to the side with a wine glass, without saying a word.

A playful smile appeared on Qin Shou's fair face, and a faint voice came from his mouth: "The main master tonight is considered to be one of them."

Looking at the figure emerging from the gate, everyone present was constantly surging with thoughts.

"Lan Feng, are you here? The old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lan Yuxin did not hide anything, but smiled and greeted her.

However, the words from her mouth made many people present stunned. Obviously, they did not expect that Lan Feng would be summoned by the old man of the Lan family in person.

"Sorry, something was delayed, it was a little late."

Lan Feng ignored the eyes of everyone present and said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's good that you're here. Let's go, I'll take you to see the old man."

Lan Yuxin said with a smile, and it can be seen that Lan Feng's arrival made her look very happy.

"All right."

Lan Feng nodded gently.

Afterwards, Lan Feng was led by Lan Yuxin toward the inner courtyard of the Lan family by everyone's envious eyes.

At this moment, the music in the yard also slowly rang out at this moment, silently relieving the atmosphere on the scene.

Deep in the Lan family compound.

In the quiet and comfortable courtyard, an old man with gray hair, wearing a pair of thick reading glasses, and wearing a patched clothes from the Republic of China period was lying on a cold chair. He held a thick stack of black and white newspapers in his hand, and was reading them carefully and seriously.

His wrinkled old face sometimes showed anger and a smile of relief from the heart. This was the newspaper from the Republic of China that he had treasured, and he was meticulously savoring the past.

When Lan Yuxin took Lan Feng into the courtyard, the old man was still looking at the newspaper seriously.

Looking at the old man wearing patched clothes, thick reading glasses, sitting on a chair holding newspapers from the Republic of China in his hand, a strong sense of awe appeared on Lan Feng's face.

This is a respectable old man, a veteran who traveled through countless jungle wars and bullet rainforests, and a general who made great contributions and created countless legendary battles.

He dedicated his whole body to this country and to the people, both his youth and his twilight years were spent in the war, and even now he was still remembering the past.

Lan Feng respects this old man from the bottom of his heart.

He has a similar past like him.

Like him, he has carried guns and served as soldiers.

Like him, he used his life to travel through the war and guarded this land.

He is a soldier, a veteran who has created countless miracles.

Looking at the patched clothes he was wearing, the black and white newspapers in his hand that had been flipped through countless times and became old with the passage of time, and looking at his hands covered with wrinkles and calluses, Lan Feng slowly raised his right hand and gave him a very standard military salute.

At this moment, the old man who was originally flipping through the newspaper seemed to have some senses, stopped and took action, raised his head and looked in the direction where Lan Feng was, and happened to see Lan Feng's standard salute.

The next moment, the old man put down the black and white newspaper in his hand, stood up hunched over, and also saluted Lan Feng.

At the moment of salutation, the old man's hunched appearance disappeared, replaced by a solemn and sharp atmosphere, and a breath of time seemed to come with time, which was his past.

"sorry!"

In Lan Yuxin's eyes that were extremely shocked and shocked, the old man actually bent his waist towards Lan Feng, and a very apologetic and hoarse voice came from his mouth.

Lan Yuxin was moved by it.

Lan Feng was moved by it.

If this scene is spread, it will be enough to move everyone in the capital circle, because the identity of the old man in front of him is really terrifying.

"grandfather……"

Seeing this, Lan Yuxin quickly came to her senses, walked to the old man and helped him up.

"Xin'er, you go outside first and wait."

But the old man chose to refuse. He pushed Lan Yuxin away, and a voice full of pressure came from his mouth.

"Um!"

Lan Yuxin knew the old man's temperament, looked at Lan Feng deeply and left the small yard.

Looking at the old man's sincere bow, a strong complex look appeared in Lan Feng's eyes. He thought of Gangzi, Chu Nan, and his group of unjustly deaths.

Although neither the Lan family nor the old man in front of him participated in the five years and maintained absolute neutrality,... if the old man could stand up and say a word, it might have been possible that the situation at that time might have changed.

But... he chose to remain silent at that time.

Perhaps, from the standpoint at that time, he was not wrong...but... now the old man felt from the bottom of his heart that he was wrong, so he said sorry to Lan Feng.

He is sorry for the young people who shed their blood and tears for the country.

He should have protected them as much as he can, but... he did nothing.

He watched his soldiers be submerged in the fire of war.

He is not a qualified general.

This sentence is sorry for him. He said to Lan Feng and to his group of unjustly death brothers.

Looking at the old man who bowed deeply, the traces left by the mottled years on his face, and the conspicuous scar on the back of his head, Lan Feng sighed softly, walked to the old man, and helped him up.

He wanted to say something that was okay, but... he couldn't say it.

Because... those who died were the most important brothers in his life.

They cried together, laughed together, ate beef compressed into stone, carried the heavy weapons together, shuttled through the bullet jungle together, and yearned for the world together.

The old man raised his head and looked at Lan Feng's face that was still young but covered with vicissitudes of life. He held his palm tightly and said nothing for a long time.

"You have suffered over the years."

After a long time, a hoarse voice of apologies came from the old man's mouth.

"Although I ate a lot, I also gained a lot."

Lan Feng raised his head and said indifferently.

"Sit down."

The old man pointed to a single bench placed beside him and said softly.

Lan Feng nodded gently, walked to the one-sided stool and sat down.

The old man lay back on his cold chair.

The old and the young looked up at the shining stars in the sky, and no one spoke again.

Time passes slowly in the long silence.

I don’t know how long it took, but a hoarse voice came from the old man’s mouth: “Come back, they are all waiting.”

"I'm back."

Lan Feng replied lightly.

"You know what I'm saying about coming back." A thick and complicated look appeared on the old man's face: "You should know that the conflicts on the border have become more and more intense in recent years."

After a pause, the old man continued to speak: "Not only on the border line, but international conflicts are becoming more and more intense... and the difficulty of the tasks that special forces have to perform is also increasing. In recent years, there are too many soldiers who have died for the country and cannot continue like this."

"So... please come back, Dragon Thorn."

The old man's tone was filled with a strong sense of sincerity.

However, Lan Feng was still unmoved, and his indifferent voice came from his mouth: "Did they invite them to be lobbyists? If that's the case... I'm really sorry."

"I'm old... tired of living like that."

At this moment, the words Lan Feng said were so helpless and lonely.

Maybe his body is still young...but his heart has long been old.

People have seen his glorious side, but who understands the lingering life he has spent behind that glory.

He... is really old.
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