Driver of The Beautiful CEO

The place to eat was selected in a fairly good restaurant-

Luo Xianju.

Not only the name is elegant and retro, but the decoration inside is also antique. Even the name of the dish is written on a piece of bamboo and hung on the wall of the cash register in the lobby, which is quite a bit like the restaurant in ancient times.

Far away from the bustling hustle and bustle of the city center, and the simplicity and tranquility of the suburbs, it makes people feel like returning to the countryside and feel very comfortable.

The place was picked by Liu Yanbo. As an old driver who had been in the sea for three years, he ran through all the streets and alleys all day. I dare not say anything else, but I wanted to find a more affordable and affordable one. The place to eat is a trivial matter.

Liu Yanbo and colleagues have been to this restaurant before, and the consumption is still normal. Seven or eight people eat a meal at sea, which is only two or three thousand. In this city where the land is more expensive than the gold, this is rare. Conscience seller at first sight.

This is not Liu Yanbo's stingy, he also wants to take Bai Bin to eat in a truly high-end high-end restaurant, showing the character of a local tyrant, but he is a poor man, and he has less than 10,000 yuan in his body. This is still the wedding day. Otherwise, he could only use egg noodles as his landlord.

In the box, Shangguan Qingmeng is drinking wine with Bai Bin's comrades and drinking happily.

Yin Hanruo also had a few drinks and occasionally took a few words with a smile and became approachable.

Bai Bin didn't drink. Since he started serving, he has been staring at Liu Yanbo steadily, as if afraid of blinking himself, the person who has disappeared for 13 years before him disappears again.

"Come on! Let's talk alone?" Liu Yanbo asked casually, and without waiting for Bai Bin to reply, he stood up and walked directly to the balcony.

This is the humanized design of this restaurant. Each private room has an independent small balcony, people who drink too much can blow and wake up here, and then continue to drink and continue to consume.

"Taste it!" Liu Yanbo leaned on the railing and took out a small hip flask from his pocket and handed it to Bai Bin.

Bai Bin shook his head and said seriously: "I won't drink with you until you answer my question."

"Taste it! You will like this wine." Liu Yanbo stuffed the jug into Bai Bin's hands and looked up at the starry sky, to an unknown distance.

Bai Bin looked at Liu Yanbo, then at the jug in his hand, and slowly unscrewed the lid.

Liquor is hard liquor, the lid unscrews, and the strong wine smells, Bai Bin's complexion changes immediately, first unbelievable, then joy, and finally sadness, he clasped the hip flask tightly, his voice trembling: " This...is this the wine made by Uncle San?"

Cough~

Burning throat and heart, and the familiar taste, Bai Bin took a big sip and choked with tears.

"The taste hasn't changed? It's made by me, according to the method of Sanshu Gong." Liu Yanbo looked up, so that he could not see his face or his red eyes.

Bai Bin grabbed the hip flask tightly in his hand and squatted slowly, holding the other hand on the ground, tears flowing straight through his mouth, sobbing: "No change, no change at all."

From Liu Yanbo and the two of them walking alone to the balcony, the people in the box kept watching, and no one heard what they said through the glass door, but Yin Hanruo saw that in just a few minutes, Bai Bin is close to collapse.

"Xiaoxue, don't go, it's useless." The girl who came with them and Bai Bin got up quickly, trying to comfort and persuade, but was pulled by Yin Hanruo sitting next to her.

Bai Bin's comrades also echoed: "Sister Xue, you can't get involved in this matter."

...

"Bin Shao, stand up!" Liu Yanbo looked at Bai Bin, patted his shoulder with his hand, and sighed, "Don't let people read jokes!"

Bai Bin didn't speak, but his mouth was open, and he cried silently.At this moment, the bravest fighter of this republic, like a helpless child, is in pain.

Liu Yanbo no longer went to Bai Bin, took care of himself and set up a cigarette, sprayed a thick smoke and said: "Bin Shao, you have been very good since you were a child. It is the pride of your parents to jump grades continuously at school. Do you remember? That year you were specially recruited by the army. Before you went to the village, there was a big banquet in the village, which was more lively than the New Year. Everyone is afraid that you will be looked down upon at the military school. Your mother and several uncles have helped you several nights. The new foreign clothes made me and Tan Shao envy you for a long time."

Liu Yanbo smoked again, paused a little, and continued, "We are so remote, there is no source of income, you know that, but you were growing up at that time, and you might not eat well after going to the military school. Your dad will go to town and send you a sum of money every month. You should guess where the money came from? Yes, it’s the people in the whole village who have saved the money."

"Don't you dare to forget these?" At the end, Liu Yanbo's eyes have become extremely fierce: "Don't forget, you are not living for yourself, you carry everyone's hope, so , Put away your weakness, Qinghezhuang's face, you can't lose it, and you're not eligible to lose it."

Words and sentences, plunged into Bai Bin's heart like a sharp knife, his face became more distorted and painful, he struggled, holding the railing and stood up slowly, raising his head and chest, straight as the same pole stood against the wind Javelin, said loudly: "I did not forget, nor dare to forget."

Liu Yanbo patted Bai Bin's shoulder hard, his eyes softened, and looked at the starry sky in the distance, and asked lightly: "Bin Shao, after so many years, have you been back?"

"I have gone back every year. I can't take time to go back. I can't let people say that Qinghezhuang has cut off his grandson!" Bai Bin wiped away his tears and looked at the starry sky in the distance. "

——Go home, what a warm thing.

But Liu Yanbo's home was ruined. He watched his parents, neighbors, and partners die in front of him one by one, and watched his former hometown full of laughter turn into a hell of corpses everywhere.

What kind of feeling is that?

Probably only experienced people will understand it!

Liu Yanbo shook his head and said sadly, "I dare not."

Bai Bin looked at Liu Yanbo, no blame, only distressed, silently handed the hip flask.

Liu Yanbo took two sips from the jug and lit a cigarette again, saying: "Bin Shao, you are doing very well. Seeing you now, everyone should be very pleased that you did not let them down."

Bai Bin, 31 years old, rank of lieutenant colonel, trump card of "Dragon War", the bravest warrior of the Republic, defending the country and defending the country for more than ten years, has made countless contributions, and has received several personal awards from the top leaders.

How can such a good guy stand up to disappointment?

"No!" Bai Bin said firmly: "Everyone is blaming me, my elder brother is like a father, but I haven't taken care of you."

Liu Yanbo sighed lightly: "How can this blame you! It is my own choice."

"In those days, why didn't you come to me?"

The question has returned to its original point. This question has been lingering in Bai Bin's heart. It is his concern that he can't let go, but also his obsession.

"I was infected with the plague that year. I don't know why I survived. I'm not sure how long I can live. Is there an incubation period? You are everyone's hope. I can't take risks."

Liu Yanbo spoke lightly, but Bai Bin heard tears.

The 13-year-old child, enduring the torture of the plague and suffering from the loss of his relatives and friends, alone wandering the world, maybe he fought with the wild dog for food, maybe he slept in the wind and rain...

No one knows what he has experienced?

But Bai Bin knew that Liu Yanbo would never have been alive.

"Where did you go?"

Liu Yanbo closed his eyes and opened his hands, the faint words dissipated in the breeze.

"I forgot…"

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