Vol 2 Chapter 2925: Youth without regrets

The trajectory of life is different.
Song Shiqiang usually has a very happy life. His daughter is sensible, and she does not need to worry about her parents. Although his wife is not beautiful, she is virtuous, capable, diligent and thrifty. , And even more income than some office workers.
However, when he saw Su Rui, who was wearing clean clothes, sitting in the store for dinner and wanted to shake his hand, he suddenly realized the oiliness on his hands.
Therefore, he just hesitated for a while.
After all, now... is not the year.
However, Su Rui didn't care about the flour and oil stains all over his body, so he hugged him so hard.
At this moment, Song Shiqiang, who was still very optimistic after breaking a few fingers, suddenly reddened his eyes. He felt that his throat was blocked by something.
Once they were both young faces, now they have undergone great changes...more wrinkles, more wind and frost, the skin becomes rough, and time has left many marks in it.
Everyone is no longer young, and each other's mood is no longer young.
However, these factors are no longer important, and nothing at this time is more than reunion after a long time.
At this time, Song Shiqiang no longer cared about the flour and oil stains on his body. He raised his arm and hugged Su Rui with the same strength.
"You are not as strong as before." Su Rui said with a smile.
"Of course, you weren't my opponent before breaking your wrist." Song Shiqiang chuckled, the smile on his face seemed to have the look of when he was a young man.
The little girl who was studying didn't know what happened between her father and this guest, so why did she suddenly embrace each other?
The wife of Song Shiqiang who was meeting with each other seemed to have thought of something, her eye circles also turned red, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
The two of them hugged for a few seconds and then separated. Su Rui patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Song Shiqiang, Song Shiqiang, why haven't you had any news all these years?"
"Hey, how many years have passed, let's sit down and say." Song Shiqiang pulled Su Rui to sit down.
Su Rui nodded and looked at Song Shiqiang: "What's the matter with your hand? Was it injured in the army?"
Song Shiqiang nodded, then shook his head again: "Oh, it's a shame, it's a shame to speak of it."
Few people know that Song Shiqiang was also a teenager enlisted in the army, and he showed extremely strong physical fitness from the beginning. He and Su Rui both experienced extremely rigorous training. The two were still comrades-in-arms in their youth until they were sixteen. Later, they were transferred to different units-one stayed in the Capital Military Region, and the other came to the Southern Military Region, becoming the youngest member of the Southern Military Region's Special Operations Group.
They have become special forces at their age, and all are the big killers of this country in the future. The troops spend a lot of training resources on them, but, don’t know why, this Song Shiqiang will appear in a humble breakfast shop at this time. Inside, and also lost four fingers.
Su Rui wanted to know what happened to this comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side with him, and why this happened.
In fact, according to the route planned that year, if it develops normally to the present, Song Shiqiang's level should be comparable to Shao Feihu's, and even like Su Rui, he will become a famous young soldier king.
Of course, both Su Rui and Song Shiqiang's future course have gone astray.
The latter is actually about the same age as Su Rui, and he was given high hopes by the army leaders, but now it seems that he is ten years older than Su Rui—the winds and frosts of life and the carvings of the years are still left on him. Quite a few traces.
"What's the matter?" Su Rui asked.
"Actually, he was not injured while performing the mission." Song Shiqiang said, scratching his head.
Su Rui still remembered that this head-scratching movement was Song Shiqiang's most accustomed movement, but he didn't expect it hadn't changed after so many years.
Seeing his movement, Su Rui felt more intimacy in her heart.
Life has changed some things, but many simple things have survived and have not changed.
"One time when I was strolling in the street, I happened to encounter a group of guys hacking people. Hey, when I saw it, it turned out to be a group of underworld chasing and hacking the police. It's okay?" Song Shiqiang said here and patted the table, "I'm so special. I have never seen anything like this asshole."
Su Rui looked at him: "You see righteousness and courage?"
This is very obvious. Any soldier would not just watch this happen.
"That's for sure, the country has nurtured us. At this time, we don't go, who will go?" Song Shiqiang shook his head, "But the result is... ashamed and embarrassing. I didn't expect that the boat would turn over in the gutter.
"You were cut by them?" Su Rui frowned fiercely.
The special forces were not gods either. Su Rui had escaped countless times, and there were also many scars on his body. Without the magical scar removal potion of the secret, Su Rui's scars would have criss-crossed and could not be seen.
There is a saying that the scar is a man's medal, but to the level of Su Rui-it is to hang the military medal all over his body.
People with dense phobia may not be able to stand it.
Recently, I haven't encountered Tianji Lao Dao for a long time, and Su Rui didn't have the blue scar removal potion to use anymore, so the scars on his body gradually increased.
Therefore, Song Shiqiang is actually very likely to be injured by this group of knives.
Moreover, he has a simple and honest nature, and he was not as ghostly as Su Rui when he was fighting, but in terms of bravery alone, Song Shiqiang was better than Su Rui.
When he was a teenager, he was able to steadily surpass Su Rui by breaking his wrists, and his strength made everyone look at him.
However, the more brave a person is, the more easily injured.
"I was besieged by a few people, and when I saw a who was about to slash the policeman with a mountain knife, I could only rush over... and caught the knife." Song Shiqiang shook his head.
"You picked it up with bare hands?" Su Rui felt a little short of breath.
No one will be in a good mood when this happens.
Song Shiqiang said: "Yes, there was no other way at the time. If I didn't take the knife, the policeman might be kicked."
Su Rui was silent after listening.
At this time, he couldn't even imagine any words of comfort, any comfort was pale and powerless, meaningless.
The lost finger will never come back.
However, using a few fingers of your own to save a living human life, is it worth it?
This kind of one-for-one question is too difficult, and I am afraid that only the person concerned can answer it.
"What happened later?" Su Rui was silent for two minutes before asking again.
At this time, Song Shiqiang's wife kept wiping tears.
And his daughter had already stopped reading aloud and listened carefully.
Song Shiqiang had never told his daughter about his fingers in the past, and today this girl is the first time he heard this story from his father.
Her tears flowed out silently long ago, filled with distress.
"Good guy, that mountain knife is fast enough. It just cut my three fingers away." Song Shiqiang gestured on his mutilated right hand and said, "Little finger, ring finger, middle finger, all gone, give me It hurts..."
Su Rui's eyes have already released a strong cold light. At this moment, the temperature in the store seems to be several degrees lower, and the air is full of biting smells!
"You didn't kill him?" Su Rui's voice was chilly.
According to his usual personality, he would never ask such words.
"Kicked him in the chest. I don't know if he is dead." Song Shiqiang shook his head. "The knife in front of me was flying and swaying. I also went crazy and hit a big shot on the ground, but I got a few shots on my body. Fell to the ground."
Su Rui felt that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he had also been injured, and he could imagine what Song Shiqiang was like at that time-he must have fallen in a pool of blood.
If it is not completely unsupportable, according to his temperament, he will definitely fight to the end!
"After I fell, the group of guys were frightened when they saw it. They threw the knife down and ran away. The rest of the wounded by me couldn't run. They were caught by the police." Song Shiqiang scolded. "A group of gangsters gathered to take drugs. They were happy to take drugs. I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is. They took a knife and went to the gold shop. Just a passing policeman came to stop it, and this group of people just cut it up. ."
When Song Shiqiang said this, he shook his head: "It's shameful, it's easy for you to say that the country has nurtured us? In the end, I was stunned by the hands of a group of punks."
He is also unwilling.
But this unwillingness is not because of his own injury, but because he was injured in the hands of a group of seemingly influential bastards.
"People like us have to die on the battlefield, right?" Song Shiqiang said uncomfortably, "As a result, because of this, I can't hold the gun anymore. I have held the gun for more than ten years. The gun is my life. "
Having said that, he closed his eyes, seeming to suppress his emotions.
Yes, someone who could have become a king of soldiers, in the end, he couldn't even hold a gun. This kind of gap is too big, it can't be put on anyone's body!
"The world is unpredictable." Su Rui was silent for a while before saying.
At this time, Song Shiqiang's daughter stood up, walked behind him, and then stretched out her hand, wrapping her arms around her father's waist.
The little girl's face was pressed against her father's back and she said nothing.
This is the most powerful hug.
"Girl, your father is a hero." Su Rui said.
"Well, my father is the best." The girl said, trying to grin, but she cried.
"Crying and crying are all things in the past. Go go and find your mother." Song Shiqiang pushed his daughter away.
Su Rui was silent for a while, and then asked, "What about the index finger of your right hand?"

PS: Sorry, it's late, just finished.