It was around five o'clock in the morning in Xiacheng time. He Donglou got up at this point rarely in ten years. Well, it was also because he had dinner at home last night. It was rare to spend a night at home, so naturally he couldn't stay for a long time. He took care of it casually and then tiptoed out.
The house where Ho Tung Tower is located is the residence of his grandfather, General Ho Chong, the former commander-in-chief of the Air Force. After the old man retired, he has been staying at home, doing some inexplicable research, almost in a state of never leaving the door or taking a step forward.
The old man thinks this is good, but it is a pain for active members like He Donglou among his grandchildren. One or two days a week, they are brought back to receive education. If they want to play something big, they have to look forward and backward, which is very unpleasant. profit.
Over the years, I have become accustomed to it. As I grow older, He Donglou has also learned to adjust:
When doing things for others, you must learn to suppress first and then exaggerate, hold back first and then feel refreshed, and self-regulate the excitement threshold. In this way, you can fly again in the next week...
"We'll be there in 5 minutes."
After sending a message to the bodyguard, Mr. He Donglou yawned again and walked downstairs along the chosen safe route.
It was quiet in the house. After turning the corner, the long corridor facing the courtyard was connected to the courtyard. The light in the courtyard and the faint morning light from the sky were brought in, and blended with the light coming from the crack in the door of the room on the other side. , forming obvious stains.
Shall I wipe it?
He Donglou stopped abruptly, and the continuous vibrations coming from the air reduced to vague words in his ears. The old man's energetic voice was clearer in comparison.
At least He Donglou heard it right away.
It doesn’t make sense!
He Donglou subconsciously looked around and made sure that this was the safe route he had chosen. The old man is old and sleeps short and light sleeps. He gets up early every day, but usually he goes around the small yard on the other side to boxing or something. The greenhouse and sunroom here are not even three poles high in the sun, so what are you doing here?
"Master Lou."
The sudden greeting made He Donglou's chest thump, and the hair on the back of his head stood up. After finally suppressing his scream, he turned his head and saw Lao Zhang, the old man's full-time bodyguard, appearing behind him at some point.
This old bodyguard was said to be older than the old man. He had been with the old man for almost half his life. He was a true confidant and a man who was about to become a master. He Donglou was really frightened.
He forced a smile: "
Old...Uncle Zhang, my grandfather woke up early enough. Who disturbed his old man so early? "
"Mr. Zheng is talking to the commander."
Lao Zhang keeps a certain distance from these relatives in his family. The "Mr. Zheng" he calls is actually He Chong's eldest son, He Donglou's father, and the chief of staff of the Xiacheng Coastal Defense Force, He Bozheng.
After He Donglou heard this, his calf muscles tightened more and more, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Lao Zhang was beside him, so turning back like this was like being a thief, which was really awkward.
After a moment of hesitation, the old man's voice became clearer in the sunroom: "If you want someone, give it to me! He is young, but he is a world-renowned expert and professor, so there is only one more and one less appointment letter. It’s good for a few people to be students, and it’s also good to be used as teaching aids. It’s considered practice outside school, which is better than them falling asleep in class!”
Next, it was He Bozheng who was speaking, but his voice was so low that he couldn't hear clearly.
But the old man quickly brought it up again: "Don't let people be frightened. I approved your joining the army, and I took care of you a few times without conscience. But you are used to things, ups and downs, and in the end you can't do it." Chief officer, I want to run for election when I come back... No matter whether I succeed or not, character is always an issue!
"If you ask me, if there is such a good thing, why don't you send a few monkeys at home there too? It's almost the 22nd century, and your mind is still spinning in the framework of the last century, the last century... You also have to go there , it’s the best time to get over it! It’s also because I’m getting older, and I’m more pessimistic. I feel like I won’t live long and there’s no time to reform, otherwise I should also get over it.”
Oh my god, the old man is getting more and more verbose now, and he makes these long remarks out of nowhere... Little old man, you must stand up!
He Donglou listened in confusion, and felt that the momentum was not good. His scalp and ears were itching. If he didn't hesitate, his heels would automatically spin and he was about to walk back.
Unexpectedly, there was a continuous "bang bang bang" sound on the stairs at the back, and rough boys jumped down in twos and twos and shouted:
"Brother Lou, it's so early!"
"Shh, shh!"
He Donglou was really shocked this time and was covered in white hair and sweat. He hated that his hands were too short and weak to cover the man's mouth.
The boy at the back is named He Dongliang. He is the younger cousin of his third uncle and is still in middle school. Recently, I have been obsessed with extraordinary strength. I get up early every day to exercise my muscles and bones. At a young age, I am covered in tendons and muscles, and I still clamor to learn from famous teachers and learn unique skills.
It is said that the old man is seriously considering it, which is really crazy!
Although He Donglou was regarded as a big playboy at home, the rough boy in front of him could knock him out of the corridor with his strength. However, due to his rich love history and good aesthetics, he has accumulated over the years and has become the envy of many people. There are also quite a few crazy fans in his family.
The little guy in front of me is one of them.
It's just that today, this kid's brain is really not the right time or the right place!
No matter how He Donglou stopped it, it was still too late. On the other side of the sunroom, the words trailed off a bit. After a while, footsteps were heard. The half-closed door opened, and He Bozheng appeared at the door. He had always been called a friendly round face by outsiders, but at this time he was stern and expressionless. Give your son a good look:
"come here."
He Donglou secretly screamed that he was finished, and then gouged out He Dongliang's eyes fiercely. The latter also knew that he had gotten into trouble, and he stuck out his tongue and was about to go back. Unexpectedly, in the sunroom, the old man raised his voice:
"Come here, everyone, and accept the mission."
"Yes, Commander!" He Dongliang was a naive person after all. He yelled, and Tiger Tiger passed away like a wind.
He Donglou had no reason to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and walk into the sunroom despite his father's cold eyes.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the old man laughing: "Young man, you have been persisting for more than half a year. Now that you are qualified, who are you going to learn from?"
"Of course we need to find someone with great ability. We also have this condition." He Dongliang puffed out his chest and belly, showing great confidence.
He Chong grinned. He had a wide mouth, a straight nose, and a rosy face. Although he was nearly ninety years old, he still had a lot of black hair and a very strong body.
He experienced aberrations and the chaos of three wars in his early years, and his family died early. He only got married and had children for the second time when he was almost fifty years old, so most of his grandchildren are still young. To be honest, he is quite fond of him, especially someone with a bad temper like He Dongliang, who is the most to his liking, so he deliberately teases him:
"Are you going to smash your father's little treasury?"
He Dongliang sneered: "It's all these years, how many capable people can spend money on it?"
He Chong Dale: "Yes, Xiao Dongliang has the best idea. It seems he has a good idea!"
"That's right, there's no need to ask for help. I'll tell Sister Yueyin later that my brother-in-law is just a handful!"
He Donglou made a "pop" sound, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. When he looked again, it turned out that his father's face had darkened.
