C1 The beauty of our (1/2)

As a big economic city in China, Luo Chuan City was famous for its wealth.

This point could be seen from Luo Chuan airport. The luxury cars in the airport were like ordinary cars, and most of the people here were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Passengers came in and out of the airport. Quite a few beauties proudly showed off as much meat as they could, showing off their youthful charm to the middle of the summer.

At the side of the airport was a plaza that specialized in Luo Chuan's history and culture. In the middle of the plaza was a flagpole with the Chinese flag floating above it.

Contrary to the splendor of the surroundings, a young man dressed in very old-fashioned clothes was standing under the flag, staring at it.

This young man looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, with an ancient complexion. His stature was tall and burly, with a height of around 1.85 meters.

It was a hot summer day, and he was wearing an ordinary pair of tight black short sleeves, a pair of military pants, and old black rubber shoes. He had steel-like hair and was standing up straight.

Although he was dressed like a country bumpkin, his straight back gave off a very proud feeling.

A pair of sword-shaped eyebrows and a pair of starry eyes were fixed on Steel-like. His deep gaze was fixated on the red flag floating above the flagpole, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Even though he didn't say anything, even though he didn't do anything else, anyone who passed by would know that this was a soldier, a young and loyal soldier.

This was the land where Dong Wenfeng had once stepped into after many years of separation.

”I have protected my home and country for many years, and now, it can be considered that I have returned home unarmed... Even though he couldn't bear to part with his comrades. However, since Big Grandpa has already threatened me with death, if I still refuse to be demobilized and return home, I'm afraid that he will really hang himself … ”

With a sigh, Dong Wenfeng saluted the flag, picked up his luggage and left in large strides.

The Blade of the Heavens was the strongest commando in China, and he was the leader of this commando. If nothing unexpected happened, he would officially step down at thirty-five, walk behind the scenes, and become the instructor for the rookies.

However, when his family's old man wrote three identical, urgent letters to him, it cut off what he thought was a lifetime of military service.

The old man only brought him back for two major events. First, to inherit the position of the Dong Clan's Patriarch. Because the old man's health was no longer good and he insisted that there was no suitable successor, the position of the Patriarch had to be his.

Second, the old tutor had told him of a marriage and that he wanted to come back and be engaged to his fiancee. The old tutor wanted to hug his great-grandson for the rest of his life.

Due to these two old man's ironclad principles, Dong Wenfeng had no choice but to embark on his journey back home. He went from being a professional soldier to become an unofficial member of a unit. Although he was no longer a soldier, he promised that as long as his country needed him, he could always return to the battlefield.

Taking a deep breath, Dong Wenfeng looked into the distance, getting rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, he picked up his clothes, and slowly walked to the taxi seat, wanting to call them back.

When he walked up to a taxi master, he was surprised to find that the taxi driver didn't even look at him, staring at another place.

”Driver, are you going to take the Shuifeng Northern Road in the suburbs?” Dong Wenfeng asked with a smile.

”Go, go, go!” Go, go!

Seeing that, Dong Wenfeng frowned, he saw that the other drivers, as well as some people, were looking in the same direction.

He could not help but turn his head over to look as well.