Chapter 818

"Well, thank you, auntie."

Hearing that, Qin Feng sat down honestly, his hands on his knees, just like a primary school student.

"Here, tea."

Su's mother looked more and more agreeable, and then she picked up the cup on the table and prepared to pour tea.

Seeing this, Qin Feng quickly stopped: "Auntie, I'll come by myself, I'll come by myself..."

Hiss!

As Qin Feng said, he poured tea for himself. Unexpectedly, he accidentally poured the hot tea on his hand and could not help taking a breath of cold air.

"Are you all right?"

When Su Qingyan saw it, he quickly found a medicine box. This kind of thing never leaves him, whether at home or on official business.

Soon, she turned out the hot wound medicine and band aid, but Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "it's OK, it's OK, it's a small injury."

He took care of himself, breathed at the wound and said with a smile, "OK."

Seeing this scene, Su Qingyan just wanted to laugh.

She has seen the heroism of the enemy's attack, the bravery of the enemy's life, and the perseverance of gritting her teeth when she was seriously injured, but she has never seen such a helpless appearance

Finally, she sighed and stuck a band aid on it. Then she took out a rag to clean the table and turned to the tea ceremony.

Su's mother smiles and looks at Qin Feng in embarrassment.

In contrast, Su Qingyan didn't expect that this woman's tea skills were quite exquisite, and she looked quite like a Jiangnan woman.

After a while, the fragrance of Pu'er tea filled the living room. After Qin Feng took a sip, he looked around and saw a large bookshelf full of ancient books and official histories.

"Where's my dad?" Su light smoke turns to ask a way.

Hearing this, Su's mother calmed down and said, "he just came back from the imperial capital yesterday. You don't know that he stayed in the dilapidated study all day."

"Xiao Feng, you drink tea. I'll cook for you and stay for lunch."

"Oh, no, I'll visit general Su and leave."

Qin Feng quickly stood up, but saw that Su's mother had turned into the kitchen and put on an apron.

"Are you really here to see my dad?" Su Qingyan poked his head and asked.

"What else?"

Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders, then he was led to the study by the former.

"Dad

When you open the door, the first thing you can see is the four wall bookshelves and all kinds of calligraphy paintings on the walls. They are all made by famous artists, and the most prominent one is a picture of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

In front of the desk, a middle-aged man with presbyopic glasses and slightly white temples is writing at his desk. Undoubtedly, this man is Su Qingyan's father, Su Hong, who always guards the northern frontier!

But see each other with did not hear, still buried head.

"The old man was bombed on the battlefield in his early years, which led to some back of the ear. It was very difficult to speak without hearing aids."

Su Qingyan's words made Qin Feng feel complicated. Looking at each other's white hair, he felt a sense of respect.

Although Lianpo is old, he has great ambition!

When they walked forward, they saw the rice paper on the desk. It was as if it said, "I'm talking about my teenage maniac. I'm pulling yellow on the left and holding Cang on the right."!

The brushwork is as strong as a dragon and snake. It's very skillful!

But just as he was about to write down a sentence, he seemed to feel them. Su Hongxuan raised his head. When he saw Su Qingyan, he put down his brush.

"It's you girl. You don't knock when you come in."

"You have to be able to hear it."

Su Qingyan curled his mouth. Immediately, Su Hong took the hearing aid on the table and asked, "what did you say?"

"It's OK. Qin Feng is here."

This time, the other party finally heard it, looked at Qin Feng, nodded, just like an old man in the twilight, and said, "I've seen you on the elite talent list of the military department. That's good."

"Well, thank you, sir."

Qin Feng nodded and grinned.

"Then you talk. I'll go out first."

Seeing this, Su Qingyan consciously hides the door and goes out. Then, Su Hong pulls open the drawer, takes out a special cigarette box from it, and takes out a cigarette to light it.

Then, seeing Qin Feng, he thought of something and asked, "one?"

Qin Feng took over awkwardly. He was about to start the fire, but he heard the other party say, "young man, smoke less. Don't be at my age. It's hard to quit."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was about to put down his cigarette when Su Hong threw away a delicate lighter.

"Smoke. One more is not much. One less is not much."

“……”

A moment later, Qin Feng spat out a puff of smoke, looked at the lighter in his hand, and asked: "general Su, is this... Bullet mark on it?"

He stroked the bullet hole of the lighter and was shocked.

"Well, this lighter is my life-saving benefactor. At that time, on the northern battlefield, the enemy's sniper almost took my old life."

Su Hong's smoking makes people feel very powerful. He has a kind of flaunting and pointing.

His eyes are full of hopeful memories: "at that time, this lighter was in my chest bag, which blocked most of the impact force for me, otherwise, two centimeters deeper, it would reach the position of the heart."

"Since then, he has never left me. Now, I'll see you off."

"I'm afraid that's not appropriate."

Qin Feng holding a lighter, feel like a very important, but it is hard to imagine, if it is not for this gadget, China is afraid to fall a general!

"Take it. It's your contribution to the war in southern Xinjiang."

However, Su Hong did not think so. He asked, "I heard that foreign forces have been exterminated?"

"Yes, but at present, the culprit is still on the run and has not been stopped in time."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was no longer polite and put the lighter in his pocket.

"It's all right, poor bandits. If you offend me in China, you will be punished even if it's far away!"

After crushing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, he stepped forward and patted: "listen to Old Tang, you have made great contributions in the army in recent years. What's the matter? Have you ever thought of going to a higher level?"

The voice falls, suddenly, Qin Feng's heart clatters and gets nervous again.

Better?

He looked at Su Hong's indifferent expression and swallowed his saliva, because he knew very well what it would mean to go up to a higher level!

"Since there's nothing more to do in southern Xinjiang, are you interested in helping me in Saibei?"

Su Hong said, "when you're old, it's time to give your young people a chance. When you retire a few years later, you'll have to count on you rookies."

Speaking of this, the meaning is obvious. It's digging!

"General Su is joking. I'm old and ambitious. The northern frontier is counting on you."

Qin Feng said with a guilty heart: "in the first World War in southern Xinjiang, I'm sick. I'm afraid I can't help general su. I really have more heart than strength."

"Young man, when you have lofty aspirations, I know that you are brought out by old Tang. You have feelings. But in the future, we will retreat sooner or later. You have to rely on yourself."

Su Hong no longer forced, but looked at Qin Feng's eyes, but a little more appreciation.

Qin Feng also guessed that the other party was probably testing his loyalty, but he was really convinced. This kind of words is not casual.

You know, in the military headquarters, generals like Tang Long and Su Hong are far from being able to imagine the interests behind them.

Comparatively speaking, the latter's seniority in the military department is slightly heavier than Tang Long's, because for decades, the reason why the northern frontier has been able to have good weather and peace of the country and the people is not all relying on the tiger general in front of him?

For the great man's resume, I think only the present old man chatting with the young crazy, left lead yellow, right Qingcang can match it!

"General Su, why don't you write the second half of this sentence?" Qin Feng doubts a way.

"When you are old, you can't do what you want. Calligraphy, just like people, stresses one breath. If you shelve it in the middle of the way, you can't write with concentration even if you bring up the pen."

Su Hong said, turning to say: "or you come?"

"No, no, I don't know calligraphy."

Qin Feng quickly waved his hand to refuse. The word can be used as a calligraphy master. How can he have this skill.

"Modesty is a good thing for young people, but don't belittle yourself. If you don't understand it, just practice. Anyone is born with it. Come on, write and see."

At Su Hong's invitation, Qin Feng had to take the brush from the other side.

The next moment, wave ink down, if God help, without stop, at one go!

The former looked at it for a long time, then returned to his senses and praised it: "good, good words! You boy, you can't see it. You're hiding it. I didn't expect you to have real Kung Fu! "

Will pull the bow, such as the full moon, looking northwest, shooting Sirius!

On the Xuan paper, there are three parts of ink. Every word looks powerful and majestic. Even Qin Feng didn't expect that when did his ghost painting calligraphy become so divine?

Then he realized.

According to the old man, cultivation is a process of mind, open-minded, everything naturally enlightened.

This... I didn't expect that cultivation could improve the level of calligraphy!?

Qin Feng was stunned, but seeing Su Hong's admiration, he pretended to cough and said, "general Su, show off."

It's better to send it to the door than not to pretend it's white.

"The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!"

Su hongzan was not speechless. He stared at the word carefully. After a long time, he asked, "this song of hunting in Mizhou is one of my favorite words. It's grand and heroic, but I don't know why you only write the last half sentence and the middle paragraph. What's the point?"

"Well, this..."

Qin Feng scratched his head and said, "general Su is guarding the northern frontier. This last sentence, looking northwest and shooting Sirius, is exactly in line with the general's army, so it's a gift to the general."

Grass, write big!

A huge piece of rice paper is only enough to write two lines, but he didn't think so much just now.

"Well, you are a good talker."

Su Hongxi said: "no wonder that girl Qingyan values you so much. I want to thank you for that many years ago."

"You are welcome, general su."

Qin Feng knew that he was going to save Su Qingyan's life, but he didn't care.

"Then I'm not polite. Just one word."

Suddenly, Su Hong became serious and said, "in the future, if you dare to make light smoke sad, don't blame me for not thinking about my feelings!"

“……”

Hearing this, Qin Feng was confused and forced. What do you mean, this is forced marriage again?