The old man is simple by nature and try not to spend money wherever he can. When he works overtime at night, he puts his military coat on his body to keep the cold. He has been reluctant to change it for so many years.

After years of washing, the military coat faded seriously and looked extremely old, with several patches on the shoulders and elbows.

Then I went to the basement warehouse to find a pair of worn and aged Liberation Shoes.

That was also the old man's inventory. Two thousand years later, my sister had just arrived in the world and her family was inadequate. While Song Shixian was drawing pictures for the company, he had to do odd jobs to subsidize the household income.

During the day, he knocked on the wall and drilled holes at the decoration site, and then changed into Jiefang shoes and work clothes; at night, he went home to work overtime to draw pictures, earning a meager salary to support his two children.

Later, life was not that difficult, and no longer needed extra work. Jiefang shoes were thrown in the basement, filled with dust. Fourteen years later, they were finally brought out by Song Baojun to see the light of day again.

While changing into the shoes, Song Baojun also poked a hole in each pair of socks so that his toes could get out of the hole when taking off his shoes.

There is also a 28-bar permanent bicycle in the basement warehouse. It is older than Song Baojun. Apart from the rust, there is no big problem. However, the lubricant for the chain and gear has long disappeared, and when it is pushed, it makes a loud "clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-

He wore an antique Lei Feng hat with a musty smell on his head, tied his legs up and down, and carried an aluminum alloy military kettle on his back, making him look like a farmer in an old movie in the 1980s, and like a first time working in a city. Song Baojun went out on a 288-bar bike.

It was quite cold early in the morning. I calculated the distance and rode my bike from home to Half Moon Garden for at least an hour. Song Baojun thought he couldn't exhaust himself to show off, so he had to wave to the alley at the alley to call a taxi.

He even found the top of his head, yellow and blue, green on his body, jingling necklaces and jewelry, and his nostrils facing the sky without looking at people directly. He even found that he was a burial love? He was not mainstream? He was crazy and dominating the family.

Young Master Kuang, Brother Rag, Sister Ba looked here, obviously didn't recognize this stupid guy, just a talented man in the fashion circle who had cheated him twice in a row, and walked past him.

Several taxis did not stop until the driver of the sixth car rolled down the window in front of Song Baojun and asked hesitantly: "Do you want to take the bus?"

"That's right." Song Baojun stuffed the 28-bar bicycle into the trunk, got into the co-pilot's cab, and said, "Go to the Half Moon Garden."

"Banyue Garden? Are you wrong?" The driver looked at his outfit with suspicion, with a very clear implication: Banyue Garden is one of the most advanced communities in the city. What can you do if you are like this? Steal or rob?

Song Baojun didn't care at all and said, "The water leaked from the roof of the leader's house, so I asked me to make up for it. Why? No? I look down on the peasant brothers?"

"Oh!" The driver accepted Song Baojun's statement.

As soon as the intersection of Banyue Garden, Song Baojun asked the driver to stop, gave the fare, and rode his bicycle forward.

In the cold wind of early winter in Chazhou City, on the quiet and graceful streets of Half Moon Garden, the bicycle made a clanging sound, which was particularly pleasant. Song Baojun rode on the bike, his smug look like driving a Rolls-Royce.

He was stopped at the door.

A serious security guard shouted without waiting for him to ride the car and staggeringly approach, "Comrade, please turn around!"

Song Baojun quickly stopped the car, held the front of the car with both hands, and supported the ground with his left foot, but the man had short legs and his posture was crooked, which seemed a bit funny on the taller 28-bar bicycle.

"Uh, I'll go in and find someone."

The security guard stood attentively and said, "Please show your ID."

"I don't have a pass, wait here to see if anyone comes out to pick me up, will it be fine?" Song Baojun's toe-toe position made his crotch uncomfortable, so he turned over and got out of the car.

The security guard nodded slightly and ignored him.

Song Baojun lit a Heshui brand cigarette and looked at the quartz watch given by Sister Ba on his wrist.

The security guard glanced at him and ordered: "Push your car to the side of the road. This is the gate, don't block others' way."

“Yes yes.”

The security guard said again: "Don't throw cigarette butts around."

"Haha, sorry, sorry." Song Baojun smiled embarrassedly, wiped out the cigarette butts, and found a trash can tossed it away.

I waited around and saw no one. Half Moon Garden was sparsely populated, so it was clear who could enter and distant.

The security guard saw him standing foolishly on the side of the road, his doubts became increasingly serious. He went to see if he was still in the same place after a while.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Song Baojun's face was gloomy and said, "Forget it, let's take a taxi fare of about 100 yuan." He pushed up the bicycle, kicked his left foot on the footboard, tilted his right leg, stepped on the bike and turned around and left.

From the time Liu Xiyue finished calling in the morning to now, Liu Chongshan has been standing at his doorstep for two hours. He is a provincial leader. It would be unimaginable if it weren't for his precious son.

Poor parents in the world, Liu Chongshan felt that if his son could recover as well as before, he would not frown even if he was asked to give up his high position.

He Shulan was very unhappy and always thought that Liu Chongshan was "unruly" in doing this, and told her daughter to call Song Baojun again and order the brat to come over immediately.

Fortunately, Liu Chongshan stopped He Shulan's rash behavior.

He Shulan is not a serious housewife and also has a very important position in Baoyuan Group. Today, she specially accompanied her uncle and aunt to take a day off. Seeing that Liu Chongshan really believed the brat's nonsense, she felt particularly anxious and started to whisper alone - she couldn't blame Liu Xiyue for inheriting her mother's impatient attitude.

After waiting for two hours, no one was seen, He Shulan broke a precious teapot.

"Xiaoxi, will your classmate come yet? According to me, you shouldn't put your hope on him. How old is he, he has the ability to treat difficult and complicated diseases that even famous doctors in the country are helpless? I don't believe it!"

If it weren't for the uncle's presence, He Shulan would probably have asked the guard to catch her daughter and teach her a lesson in person.

Qin Rong sighed beside her.

Liu Chongshan pursed his lips tightly and refused to say anything.

After a long time, Liu Xiyue said carefully: "Uncle, could Song Baojun let the security guard stop outside the gate? He doesn't have a pass."

Liu Chongshan jumped up and said, "Hurry up, ask someone to drive the car over!"

Apart from a sudden flood in Hunan Province this summer, Qin Rong has never seen her husband look so anxious.

It’s not that Liu Chongshan is put on the map, but Banyue Garden Community is wide in size. It takes about ten minutes to walk from the gate to the Liu family. If you are late, you will be unable to catch up.

The car soon arrived at the gate. Liu Chongshan stretched out his head and looked around. He didn't see the unexpected figure. He couldn't help but sigh, and blamed himself for thinking about his son's recovery. Why do he put his hope on an unreliable young man?

Liu Xiyue suddenly felt a figure swaying on a bicycle in the distance and shouted: "Song Baojun! Song Baojun!"

While Liu Chongshan asked the driver to drive the car over, he shouted to the security guard at the door: "Stop that person!"

The security guard knew the Liu family. When he heard the order, he took out Liu Xiang's sprint speed of 100 meters and ran over. He had long suspected that boy. Since the governor ordered, that's not bad! At least he was a murderer!

Song Baojun's bicycle was slow, and the security guard was chasing him, and there were still two meters away. He simply rushed over, hugged Song Baojun with both hands, and pressed under him along with the bicycle.

He rushed in a hurry, and Song Baojun was dressed thin again, and threw it hard to the ground, shattering the cuffs of the military coat, and the bones hit the hard cement road surface in great pain.

"Robbery?" Song Baojun was attacked at a sudden attack and the first bad idea came up in his mind, hitting the security guard's sun with a backhand.

After all, the security guard was trained, unlike the nerd in school who was knocked out of touch. Although his head was not very good, he still held back and pulled out an electric baton and stabbed it at Song Baojun's abdomen.

A spark exploded with a bang, and 50,000 volts of current rushed into Song Baojun's body instantly.

At this time, the provincial governor's car barely walked around the front of the two, and Liu Chongshan and Liu Xiyue got out of the car anxiously.

The security guard captured Song Baojun, who had fallen down with both hands and shouted with an ugly face, "Report to the chief! The suspect has been subdued! Please instruct!"

Liu Chongshan was simply shocked and said, "I just asked you to stop him! How powerful is your electric baton?"

"Yes, it can light a bull worth 600 kilograms." The security guard couldn't tell the difference between the leader's tone.

"You, you!" Liu Chongshan found that he was a little out of control and hurriedly said, "Call the doctor quickly! Never make a mistake!"

Song Baojun, who seemed to be fainted by lightning, suddenly lowered his body and backed his hands, causing the joint to escape from the security guard's control in the opposite direction. He immediately whipped the security guard with a lightning-like whip and whipped his neck hard.

The security guard fell to the ground without saying a word, just like a wooden stake split by an axe.

Everyone was stunned.

Song Baojun didn't look at Liu Chongshan, who was full of anxiety, and checked his military coat. He found that his sleeves were torn, and couldn't help but scream: "God! My dad's battle robe!"

"Student Song Baojun, are you okay?" Liu Chongshan asked while standing beside him.

Song Baojun wiped off the saliva and snot that was exposed by the electricity, and ignored it. He helped the bicycle up and pedaled it away.

"Song Baojun! Stop! What's your attitude? My uncle is asking you!" Liu Xiyue shouted angrily.

Song Baojun stopped the car and didn't look back: "I waited at the door for ten minutes. Since you are not sincere, let's forget it."

Liu Xiyue said angrily: "Hey, I've been waiting for you for more than two hours."

"By bye, I still have to go and move bricks. See you next week." Song Baojun waved.

"I'll let you stop!" Liu Xiyue flew over very unlady.

Song Baojun was afraid that her ankle would get stuck in the wheel, so he stopped quickly and said, "What's wrong?"

Liu Xiyue's eyes were a little more aggrieved, and she said angrily: "Hey! Are you justifying or not?"
Chapter completed!