The day before the wedding, Zhuang Zhenguo, the stubborn veteran father, finally appeared.

That's right, in the end he actually surrendered and agreed to Zhuang Yan's idea of ​​holding a banquet in Linhai, and came here.

Zhuang Yan took Lin Qingying to pick her up early in the morning.

Along the way, Lin Qingying looked at Zhuang Yan with a "can't figure it out".

Originally, Lin Qingying planned to call Zhuang Zhenguo himself, at least as his daughter-in-law, persuaded her stubborn father-in-law, and promised to go back to Binhai and then go to the countryside to hold a banquet when there is a holiday next year, in exchange for Zhuang Zhenguo's understanding and support.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan didn't let herself intervene, and in the end she was really done.

"Zhuangyan, how did you convince your dad?" She was a little curious.

Sangyang and proudly said: "The mountain man has his own tricks, you can't imagine it?"

"Did you call your mom?"

Lin Qingying was not so smart. She guessed the general reason when she saw Zhuang Yan's arrogant look.

"Well, I can admit that you are as smart as me now." Zhuang Yan was still very proud: "Many things in life can actually be considered with military thinking. For example, my father did not agree to us holding a banquet in Linhai. If I regard him as an offensive target, I can't defeat the front and both commands are hurt, then I can consider whether to detour and break through from the weak point of the flank."

"My dad will never get into the world, will never eat the hard and soft things in his life. He has been on the battlefield and was shot, and he will not be afraid of death. What do you think he is afraid of?"

Lin Qingying giggled: "I'm afraid of your mother."

"Yes!" Zhuang Yan said: "The stronger and stubborn and confident man is, the more he is afraid of his wife. Of course, it is better to say that he loves me than to be afraid. My father owe my mother in this life, especially when he was in the army, he almost never took care of his family. So after returning to the place, my mother said whatever he said. My father decided on the big things at home, and my mother made the decision on the small things. But over the years, no big things happened in our family."

Lin Qingying was still laughing, remembering her father, and said, "My dad is like this too... It's a pity that he is gone..."

As I talked, my eyes turned red.

Zhuang Yan was a little panicked and said, "What are you doing? Why are you crying as you say?"

Lin Qingying said: "I suddenly missed my father. He has been in the army all his life and finally fell on his post. When I was a child, I really didn't like him. I thought he was just a back, either at the door of his house or at the station. But when he left, I found that I had lost something that I was very important to me..."

"I understand." Zhuang Yan said: "By the way, wife, remember I told you that when I go to pick you up tomorrow, I will hold a special ceremony?"

"Hmm?" Lin Qingying remembered: "By the way, you are mysterious and unwilling to tell me. I haven't asked you what's going on?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I'm afraid that many relatives will object if they say it... However, I don't think the parents of our two families will object."

Lin Qingying said: "Then what ceremony do you say? You know, as long as you decide, I will definitely support it."

Zhuang Yan laughed when she heard this: "Aren't you afraid that I will sell you?"

Lin Qingying also smiled: "I believe in my eyes. If I see the wrong person, I deserve it."

At that moment, the solemn heart was sweeter than having honey.

...

When Zhuang Zhenguo arrived in Linhai, the first thing he did when he put down his luggage was not to ask to see the wedding banquet from the venue, but to ask to see the place where he served in the army.

This time, more than ten relatives of the dealer came, including a large group of aunts and aunts, which were very lively.

Like the relatives of the Lin family, they arranged to stay in the Longteng Hotel, while Zhuang Yan's parents lived in Lin Qingying's villa.

Zhuang Yan also understands Zhuang Zhenguo’s requirements.

The old man has been away from the army for so many years and is in poor health. Every year, he has never returned to the old army except to go to Malipo to pay homage to his comrades.

Moreover, his old troops have undergone several military reforms, but the troops have long disappeared.

The veterans of their old troops always feel a little lost.

Fortunately, my son was in the army, so looking for the feeling in the camp where he served became Zhuang Zhenguo's wish.

Zhuangyan had to put on a camouflage uniform and drive her old father to the reconnaissance camp alone.

When I arrived at the gate of the reconnaissance camp, I saw that it was the 1st company commander and saluted and let him go.

Old Man Zhuang stared at the camp gate since he saw the gate, without even blinking.

Seeing the special combat camouflage and Benny hat worn by the guard post, as well as the combat boots on his feet, he started to "tsk tsk" in his mouth, and then he began to say to his son with a slight sour smell: "You are much better now than we did when we were in the army. This was the first time I saw camouflage uniforms when I was fighting in the two mountains. At that time, there were no high-waist leather boots like you. They were wearing special liberation shoes, and there were anti-puncture steel plates underneath, but they were not drained well and slipped when they walked when they rained..."

Keep nagging.

After entering the camp, there were special obstacles everywhere and the obstacle courses on the crossing of the sea to the island, Lao Zhuang's eyes widened even wider.

Point to this and ask what it is, what it is.

Zhuang Yan explained it to him one by one.

Many training equipment were not available in Laos and Zhuang's army when they were soldiers. Even the four hundred meters obstacles were changed, let alone the scout paths and willpower obstacles.

It was almost the same as climbing the wall. Lao Zhuang saw it at a glance and pointed at it as excited as a child: "That was climbing the wall, which was trained by the scouts!"

After getting off the car, the soldiers inside had not even come back. When the duty post saw the company commander coming over with an old man, he didn't know who it was, but he quickly saluted.

Solemnly asked: "Are you all on the training ground?"

The sentry replied: "Report to the company commander, they are all training live on the shooting range."

Zhuang Yan said to Zhuang Zhenguo: "Dad, go see the new gun?"

"Okay!" Zhuang Zhenguo's face was filled with excitement, as if he was a few years younger: "I have always seen it on TV before, but I haven't touched the real guy yet."

For veterans, guns are eternal memories, and they are engraved in their bones.

Even if you are discharged from the army or retired, you can't help but look at someone wearing military uniform when you return to the place to watch TV. If you see a real guy on the road, your eyes will stick to it for a long time and you can't get out.

He took his father to the shooting range. Along the way, Zhuang Zhenguo saw the power glider placed next to the warehouse.

"What's that?"

"Powerful glider." said solemnly: "For low-altitude penetration and reconnaissance."

"Foreign things..." Lao Zhuang sniffed and expressed disdain.

Zhuang Yan said: "The domestic ones are developed by our military department themselves."

"Oh!" Lao Zhuang immediately changed his words: "It's not bad, it looks so energetic."

"Dad, how could you be less fickle?"

"Am I fickle? You see, I didn't treat your mother from the same place? Where did the fickleness come from?" Lao Zhuang took the opportunity to warn his son: "You will also give me the same place as you, dare to be tempted by others, be careful and I will beat you!"

The father and son were talking and arrived at the shooting range.

The gunshots were made.

Seeing the company commander, Deputy Company Commander Han Xiaobei immediately shouted: "Company Commander? Why are you here?"

Zhuangyan tilted his eyes to Lao Zhuang beside him: "Our veteran said he wanted to come to the place where I joined the army."

"Hello uncle!" Han Xiaobei shook hands with Lao Zhuang: "I am a soldier brought out by Company Commander Zhuang, and now he is his deputy company commander."

Lao Zhuang looked at Han Xiaobei and praised: "Well, it's not bad, a very energetic young man, he is a good product for joining the army!"

"Dad, do you want to touch your new gun?" asked solemnly.

"I want to!" Lao Zhuang was not polite and answered directly: "I think too much!"

Han Xiaobei quickly went over and took an empty gun and handed it to Lao Zhuang.

Lao Zhuang held it in his hand, and then skillfully grabbed the small handle and weighed it.

"light."

His brows frowned.

"Like a toy."

Then look at the gun body.

"It doesn't seem to be steel?"

Look again.

"The scope is good. In the past, we only had this thing with sniper rifles."

"That's engineering plastic, which reduces weight and is more suitable for long-term carrying." Zhuang Yan said: "That thing is not called plastic."

Lao Zhuang tried to hold the gun, but there was no stock in 95. After trying it a few times, he always felt that he was not used to it.

"Why is this thing so awkward? There is no place to put this left hand..."

"Catch the guardrail, isn't this the same as before?"

"It's different. In the past, we caught the junction of magazines and guardrails..."

The father and son were talking for a while, and Han Xiaobei looked around and wanted to laugh.

Zhuang Yan finally asked his father: "Do you want to go on stage and get a hug?"

Lao Zhuang replied to the express: "I want to!"

He said again: "I am old and can't do other exercises anymore. Why don't you practice with me, son?"

"Stop coming, Dad, you are really not my opponent in shooting." Zhuang Yan felt that it was not difficult to practice, and he disdained to compete with Lao Zhuang.

Lao Zhuang was dissatisfied: "Why? I look down on me? Just your gun, ah... Who can't hit the 100-meter mark if you have a mirror? Otherwise, let's compete for rapid shooting, 10 rounds in 10 seconds, and all require 10 rings."

Zhuang Yan originally wanted to say that I would call a soldier to plan for you, but I thought it would be too unpretentious to be my father, so I had to agree: "Okay, just compare, I won't show mercy."
To be continued...