C1 My Name Is Wang Er Cheng

Title: Thirty Years of Dark Wind

Name: Ergou

Description: He is a special forces soldier. When he retires to his hometown, he only wants to live a dull life. However, a trouble has involved him in a gang battle. Since he can't calm down, then let's do it.

In April, on the speeding train, a young man was staring intently out of the window as if he were missing the most ordinary of lands, and as he watched, his eyes became moist and a salty liquid flowed out. Brother Cheng touched the corners of his eyes and laughed bitterly, cursing in his heart, "F * ck, I'm crying!" The young man wore a washed white jacket, sportswear, and a sharp crew cut. Anyone who looked at him with those sharp, shining eyes would definitely be frightened to the point of giving him goosebumps. But now he didn't need this kind of deterrence, because from the moment he got on the train back home in Beijing, he was an ordinary person. He no longer needed to live a life of bloodshed, and what awaited him was a dull life.

Looking out of the window at the land and the endless wheat seedlings, Brother Cheng really wanted to open the window and take a whiff of Ma Qing's scent. It's been three years, and I haven't heard anything from him. Was her mother still talking to herself as she had when she was a child? Did his father still go to the fields often to smoke and look at the land he had served all his life? No matter how he looked at it, he could not see enough. In the past three years, he had almost walked past death every time, but he had never been afraid, much less shed a single tear, even though he had nearly drained his blood two years ago in Japan. But now, he was crying, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Yes, three years had passed, and his skills had already reached perfection. He had also made a huge contribution and sacrifice to the country, so it was very difficult for the country to cultivate such a talented person. He was only twenty-one years old, and for most of the young people this age was only the beginning of their life's work. But for him, it could only be considered as having been through hell for a long time, he was already tired of the life of licking blood on the blade. It could also be said that he was over twenty years old, but his mental age was already past middle age. So when the old head asked him why he was leaving, he only said one sentence, "I've done three years of loyalty for the country, but I can't guarantee that I'll still do three more years of filial piety for my parents." The old head thought for a long time after he finished listening to his brother's words. The old man was almost eighty this year, he had seen countless people in his life, he had never seen a talented and talented young man like Brother Cheng, he had fought in the war for the rest of his life, from fighting Japs to the Liberation Wars, from the Liberation Wars to fighting against the Americans and chasing the Americans away, he had been through hundreds of battles, he was also the only general currently alive, Yang Zhongren. He had never looked at anyone in his life before, but this young man called Wang Er Cheng, although he did not have the appearance of an emperor, he was definitely not someone from the same world. He would definitely be able to make a big scene in the future. "Sigh, what a pity, his ambition is not here. Otherwise, how many people in the army would be his match? Forget it, let him go. These things cannot be forced." "Fine," the old head sighed and handed a brown paper folder to Brother Cheng.

Brother Cheng took it and opened it. There were three things inside: a steel Type 54 pistol, a warrant for a Marine Corps commander, and Brother Cheng's ID certificate. Brother Cheng caressed the gun carefully. It had been three years since he had his first mission. For three years, this gun had accompanied him like his lover, killing god knows how many people in the past three years. How many times it had pulled him back from the hands of the god of death. After stroking it once, Brother Cheng put the gun carefully into the file, then took out his ID card and handed it back to the old leader. "Hehe, old man, I'm going back to live, not to fight. This ID card is enough."

"Haha, alright, take good care of yourself. If you have any difficulties, come find me. As long as my old bones aren't broken, I don't think I'll be troubled in this country." The boss laughed and said. What he admired about Brother Cheng was that this youth was probably the only one in his entire life who dared to call him old man. Forget about others, even the Chairman had to respectfully call him "Elder Yang" when he saw him.

"Old man, come on. If I can do something, I'll have to find you. Then, I'll have to go to heaven!" Brother Cheng said guiltily. I have to live a dull life from now on. I can't go on fighting and killing, can I? Brother Cheng thought.

"Haha, as long as you have logic and method, even if you want to stab the sky, I will use my old bones to make up for it!" The old head replied seriously.

"Hehe, thank you old man. I will do my best to not give you the chance to replenish your energy." I'm leaving, you tell Little Feng goodbye for me, I won't be able to see him anymore, and I still have to catch the train. " Brother Cheng put his ID card into his wallet.

"I told that little bastard to leave." The old leader said goodbye to Brother Cheng with dignity as a soldier.

Brother Cheng continued to look out of the window, thinking about the old leader's voice, smile, and earnest teachings, as well as the old leader's grandson, Xiaofeng, being naughty. He thought about how his title "Brother Cheng" was a masterpiece by him. As Brother Cheng was thinking, he suddenly realized that there was danger approaching from his back. This was the habit that he had developed over the past three years. As long as there was danger around him, his brain would instantly sense it. However, with his many years of experience, Brother Cheng's threat index was almost zero. He bitterly smiled. It seemed like he couldn't get rid of that kind of life all of a sudden.

"Bro, give me a change of seats, my girlfriend's seat is here." A sturdy boy with yellow fur nearly 1.8 meters above sea level behind Brother Cheng patted his shoulder and pointed at the spot next to Brother Cheng while shouting.

"Haha, good …" "May I ask where you are?" Brother Cheng stood up and asked.

Seeing that Brother Cheng stood up, the yellow-haired guy immediately pulled the girl with heavy makeup to sit down. Then, he smiled and said to Brother Cheng, "My seat?" Haha, my place is to stand. I think you're tired of sitting down, so just stand and rest a bit, bro! " As he spoke, he patted Brother Cheng on the shoulder again with his big hands, but with more strength this time.

As long as they were people with good eyesight, they could easily tell that Brother Cheng was still a vulnerable group by looking at his height of less than 1.7 meters and his height of 1.8 meters. The difference in strength was obvious, not to mention, based on the relationship between quality and energy, the higher the quality, the more energy he could unleash, the more vulnerable Brother Cheng was.

Brother Cheng looked at the yellow-haired young man showing off his proud face in front of his girlfriend. He didn't have any cynicism towards bad people or his enemies, compared to the people he had dealt with before, this young man in front of him was just a hooligan, he couldn't even be considered a bad person, let alone an enemy. In Brother Cheng's eyes, the self-righteous strength of the yellow-haired guy could only be described with one word, and that was: childish. Brother Cheng stood there looking out of the window with a wry smile.

Brother Cheng suddenly realized that he was laughing more than he had in the past three years. It was just a wry smile, or maybe he was just smiling and laughing because it seemed like he really had no fate with him.

Brother Cheng was looking out the window attentively, while the couple in the seat next to him were flirting. Almost all the other young people in the seats were playing on their phones, chatting with each other with faint smiles on their faces, or listening to songs with headphones on. People in their age range were all looking out for their own business, how could they have the time to pay attention to others.

Suddenly, a fragrant wind blew over. The fragrance was not enchanting, but it entered one's heart. It could give one an inexplicable feeling, and that was clearing one's heart. This feeling was something that no rouge in the world could give. It was the fragrance of a young girl's body. While Brother Cheng was reveling in the fragrance, his infatuated thoughts were suddenly interrupted, "Sir, please step aside."

Brother Cheng turned around and saw a beautiful train attendant wearing a blue uniform standing in front of him. She was smiling at him. Brother Cheng quickly moved aside and nodded apologetically with a smile. "As Brother Cheng watched the beautiful conductor pass him, he finally got a good look at her. She was wearing a black high-heeled shoes, with her hair tied up in a bun, a blue uniform skirt, a white blouse, and flesh-colored stockings. She walked past him, not just one person, but a wisp of incense.

Brother Cheng was fascinated. He suddenly realized that he forgot his business and shouted at the beautiful conductor, "Hey …" "Miss, may I ask if you can help me?"

The beautiful conductor turned her head to glare at Brother Cheng and angrily rebuked, "Who are you calling 'Miss'? Who's serving you?"

Brother Cheng looked at her in confusion. Shouldn't you call her Miss? Isn't the conductor a service worker? While Brother Cheng was thinking, everyone in the carriage looked at him and smiled, as if he was a monkey in a zoo. He had long since gotten used to the blade-like days, but this was the first time such a scene had occurred.

Looking at the beautiful conductor's eyes that were filled with killing intent, Brother Cheng forced out the most charming smile he had ever seen. He said in a flattering tone, "Hehe! Big sis, can, can you do me a favor?"

This time, everyone was greatly shocked. They all thought that this guy's ability to pick up girls was too low leveled. Everyone was full of expectations for this good show. The beautiful conductor was about to flare up, but when she saw the pious look in the man's eyes, she somehow couldn't bear to reprimand him, so she coldly asked: "What is it?"

"Oh, he took my seat." Seeing the beautiful conductor ignore him, Cheng took out his ticket from his pocket with a smile on his face and handed it to her.

The beautiful conductor glanced at the little yellow hair on Brother Cheng's finger and took the ticket from him in disdain. She then lowered her head to look at the little yellow hair and said, "Sir, please show me your ticket."

"Hehe, who are you, beautiful woman? Why are you looking at my ticket? Didn't you check my ticket? I don't want to show you!" Then, he crossed his legs and flirted with the lightly dressed woman beside him. It was obvious that the beautiful conductor had never experienced such a situation before, her little face was red with anger yet didn't know how to deal with it, it was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. Seeing this situation, Brother Cheng knew that this girl must be a novice, or else it would be too much trouble for her to enjoy the country, so he might as well solve it his own way.

Brother Cheng extended his hand and smiled to the little yellow hair. "Brother, let's get to know each other. I apologize for the offense just now." At first glance, he was smiling so humbly that no one noticed his gaze. However, even the beautiful conductor couldn't help but look at Brother Cheng with contempt.

The little yellow hair saw that Brother Cheng had given in and that he, himself, as a gangster, couldn't lose grace, especially in front of his own woman, so he confidently stretched out his big hand and grasped the third level cripple's hand like a pincer, trying to intimidate the third level cripple in front of him. But no matter how hard he tried, that small hand was as hard and untouchable as fine steel.

The little yellow-hair suddenly felt that his hands no longer belonged to him, and he replied in an intermittent manner, "I …" I... "I'll call, I'll call you Big Brother Zhao Qiang …"

"Hehe, Zhao Qiang? "It's a good name, but it doesn't have a real name. Whose is this position, Brother Qiang?" Brother Cheng still didn't let go of his hand and continued asking with a smile.

"Hur hur, of course it's yours." The little yellow-hair forced a smile and said. However, his smile was as if he had just eaten a 200 year old bitter melon. It was as bitter and bitter as it could be. With that, he used his other hand to quickly pull up the woman beside him and continued to speak to Brother Cheng, "Big brother, please sit, please sit. This little one has eyes but doesn't recognize Mount Tai." This little yellow hair was a man who believed in 'a good man does not eat a loss'. Of course, even though he was not a good man, he was not stupid. Just from Xiao Budian's strength just now, even two of him were not his opponents.

Brother Cheng sat down slowly, letting go of the yellow-hair's hand, and said with a smile, "Oh, right. Brother Qiang, my name is Wang Er Cheng."

The little yellow hair didn't have the heart to call him anything, so he quickly pulled the woman, who wore heavy makeup, away. From time to time, he would turn his head back and smile, "Hello, hello, hello." His right hand was red from clenching, and the several clenching marks on his hand didn't disappear for a long time, as if he was showing Brother Cheng's strength.