Song Baojun heard his father Song Shixian answer in an unobstructed and uneven voice: "Oh, 'let go down', this word is really wonderful. I, a small family, can't stand your great god, Commander-in-Chief Du."

The man sighed and said, "Shixian, I am not as simple as you think in this position. You are the only brother I can trust, and I need you to help me. Forget about the past, I still have to worry about it for more than twenty years. What's the point?"

Song Shixian said: "You said forget it, forget it, then I'm very embarrassed?"

The two of them fell into an embarrassing silence.

When Song Baojun heard this, he knocked on the door and shouted: "Dad!"

"Come in."

There were two chairs and a coffee table against the wall, and my father and the guest sat in pairs. The ashtray on the coffee table was filled with cigarette butts, and the room was in a mess.

When Song Baojun saw the guest, he quickly put down the teapot and said, "Hello, Uncle Du."

The guest changed his deputy and said in a gentle voice: "Oh, Xiaojun, is it over school?"

“Yes, today’s weekend.”

He had known the guest for a long time. Since he went to elementary school, he would visit his father every year. Every time the two would quarrel and part. However, Uncle Du brought a lot of gifts every time he came, and even though he quarreled with his father, he would wish Uncle Du would come every day.

It is said to be a study room, but it is actually my father's painting studio. There is a large desk facing me, with a drawing board and seven or eight different types of syringe pens. On the side is a messy bookcase.

My father, Song Shixian, is 46 years old this year. He is a little different from his mediocre son. He is a real middle-aged handsome guy. His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are deep, his nose is straight, he has a pair of black-framed myopia glasses, and a circle of black and white beards on his mouth, which is very similar to a personality male star in movies and TV today.

Song Shixian is shy and introverted, and speaks gracefully, but is very popular among middle-aged women. He goes to buy vegetables with twenty yuan in his pocket, and carries about one hundred yuan of meat, vegetables, fruits and vegetables. They are all gifts from the thirsty aunts, aunts, sisters and sisters-in-law. There are often some unruly women in the family who call. Song Shixian is dull and only works hard and never pays attention to it.

Song Baojun once saw his father work overtime home at night. He was sent back by a female manager who was still charming in an interior decoration company in a small car, and his mother didn't say anything.

And the Uncle Du, Song Baojun only knew that he must be of great origin, and he didn't know what his specific identity was.

Uncle Du is about fifty years old, wearing straight casual clothes and a very burly figure, at least over 1.90 meters. Sitting there at first glance, it looks like an iron tower, occasionally flashing his eyes, and it is as powerful as cold electricity. It is obvious that he has been in a high position for a long time and is a personal person.

How could my father, who has always been a miserable employee in the company, know such a person? It seems that the two have a deep friendship.

Song Baojun turned on the electric switch for the kettle, placed the tea leaves next to it, gently exited the door, covered it at the door and continued to eavesdrop.

Uncle Du said: "Your son is so old for so many years, where are you studying?"

"A sophomore in the Chinese Department of Chazhou University, this kid has a weird personality. He only knows how to surf the Internet all day long, and I don't know what he can do in the future. Those who learn Chinese may not be able to find a good job."

Uncle Du said again: "If you are willing to help me, why are you worried about your child's employment? Shixian, you are old, and you always have to consider your child's future."

"Who can tell the future? What's going on?" Song Shixian sneered: "Didn't I believe you and say 'Future and Future', but what happened later?"

Uncle Du sighed and said, "Has I explained to you many times? At that time, there was no way. The family fought so hard that I left Xiaoyu here. She suddenly... Alas, I felt guilty for a long time!"

Song Shixian jumped up: "You killed my sister, how fucking you would feel guilty? If I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have beaten you long ago!"

My sister?

When Song Baojun heard this, his heart suddenly beat violently. His father's sister was his aunt.

But over the years, Song Baojun never knew that he had an aunt and his parents had never mentioned it in front of him. He seemed to have something to do with Uncle Du. He heard that they had passed away long ago. What was the inside story?

His heartbeats and he slapped on the door for a moment and did not dare to breathe a little.

Uncle Du smiled bitterly and said, "Stop quarreling, it's because of this quarrel. What's the point?"

Song Shixian snorted.

Uncle Du said: "You also know that I am glorious on the surface, but I actually have a hard time. Because of these things, Aqiao and Alang have never had a good relationship with me. Alang is so mean and doesn't do anything. He even quarreled with me last month and ran away from home. He hasn't returned to Zhonghai yet. Has he been to you?"

Speaking of Alang, Song Shixian looked much better and said with a muffled groan: "No matter how stupid Alang is, he still knows that he came to Chazhou to visit his mother's grave during the Qingming Festival. What about you? You said that you feel guilty. When did you see my sister again?"

Uncle Du was a little embarrassed and said, "In this position, even if I move casually, I have to involve many aspects. I don't know how many people are staring at me, so how can I leave easily? Even today, I was only barely taking an hour to meet you because of inspecting the Chazhou troops."

"Okay, let's not talk about that, the commander-in-chief of the Central Navy Military Region, do you still have time to enjoy your face and have a meal here? I'll let Guifang cook."

Uncle Du looked at his watch and said, "No, there is a meeting that must be attended in the afternoon. I said, Shixian, if you really want to call me, I have no one in my staff room. You are my best brother, I need you. I can't rest assured to others."

Song Shixian said: "I can still scold you now. If you really go to be your subordinate, then you will scold me. Who would be willing to do stupid things?"

Uncle Du sighed again: "I don't force it, you will always figure it out one day."

When Song Baojun heard that he seemed to be leaving immediately, he quickly walked into the kitchen, and his heart almost popped out of his chest.

Commander-in-Chief of the Central Navy Military Region!

I really didn't expect this!
Chapter completed!