There was no speech on the other side of the phone, only heavy breathing. Wang Xiaomeng could hear that it was a woman, and she was still a little puzzled why a woman had this name?

However, she didn't dare to waste time, for fear of waking Yang Wei up. She liked Yang Wei's sleep, so she quickly hung up the phone.

Ye Qianqian looked at her phone blankly, unable to react for a moment, but after a moment, she threw the phone out:

"Yang Wei, you bastard..."

October 1st will arrive soon. If there were no restrictions on the high-speed rail station, all the people who did not work in the military reclamation city would have flocked in.

At 8:50, when the first high-speed rail slowly entered Junkencheng Station, everyone cheered!

Comrade Lao Zhao led all the veterans of the Military Reclamation City to march towards Wang Lecheng, Emmati, and Ye Yuji who were walking off the train.

These people also gave them a gift, and no one dared to disrespect such a group of veterans. They were a group of people who created historical miracles.

Looking at the brilliant station, Lao Ai sighed enviously:

"Old Wang, you are lucky. With such a group of soldiers and such a city, your name will be engraved in history."

Wang Lecheng shook his head: "I am just a participant. The one who really contributed the most to this city is Comrade Wu Tianming. Unfortunately, he can no longer see all this."

Emmati also had a little sadness in her eyes, and he would never forget the old comrade who devoted his whole life to the northern border.

He looked up at Wang Lecheng: "Let's go and pay tribute to him later."

Wang Lecheng nodded, and the group slowly walked out of the station, with Ma Rong and Zhao Ling'er by their side.

But Comrade Zhao took the old comrades to get on the bus, and they were the most qualified to be the first passengers.

Plum blossom patted the comfortable seats and sighed: "It's so comfortable."

Liu Sannu said angrily: "Is it comfortable to have your son's special plane? Where are you two?"

Plum blossom shook his head: "Two concepts, that's someone else's, this is ours!"

"Yes, this is ours."

Aunt Gan, who was behind, echoed, she was a few years younger than Lao Zhao, and was about the same as Meihua and the others. She was just in her early seventies.

Aunt Li Zhen stared out the window and said nothing. She was recalling the several times she had been running on this road for so many years.

So many years have passed, except for the fact that people have not changed, everything has changed. It’s just that my poor little daughter has seen nothing.

Yu Laogui's wife is a rural woman, and she doesn't know a single word. She has few teeth left on her mouth. She is standing at the car door and looking outside, she only knows that she is giggling foolishly.

"The train is about to set off. Please sit in your seats and don't walk around casually."

Wang Xiaomeng, wearing a uniform, persuaded the old comrades in a pleasant voice, and his face was full of happiness.

She didn't even expect that she would be fired before the internship period was over. As a result, within a few days, she became the first flight attendant on the high-speed rail in northern Xinjiang, as if she was dreaming.

A young and beautiful woman suddenly called her and asked:

"May I have your name?"

Wang Xiaomeng glanced at the woman strangely. If it were the opposite sex, she turned her head and left, but it was definitely not harassment between the same sex. So Wang Xiaomeng showed a big smile:

"My name is Wang Xiaomeng. I'm very happy to serve you. Do you have any needs?"

The woman hesitated for a moment: "Do you know Yang Wei?"

Wang Xiaomeng nodded subconsciously: "He is my elder brother. Do you have any trouble with him? He is in the carriage in front. If you have something to do, I will call him for you."

The woman shook her head: "It's okay, I'm just asking, go and do your business."

"Qianqian, what do you mean? Who is this woman?"

Liu Yifei next to him asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Ye Qianqian shook her head: "It doesn't matter who it is, I'm going to divorce Yang Wei soon!"

"Stop messing around, you're not a child anymore, you're a little bit good at doing things!"

Liu Yifei glared at her best friend, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Behind them are Liu Junken and Song Danning. They will not come back with the car today and want to go to the capital to visit Song Danning's parents. Song Danning hasn't been home for several years.

At first, they broke up directly, but as Liu Junken switched to business, the relationship between the two sides gradually eased. This time, her parents asked her to go back and take a look.

Ye Feng did not sit with them, but watched Yang Wei drive the high-speed train with him. After watching for a while, Yang Wei looked a little disdainful:

"Brother Feng, can I believe you?"

Ye Feng nodded: "Of course I believe it, but you don't have the chance to drive it unless you buy a car to play as a private car, but they will definitely not let you occupy the railway."

Yang Wei scratched his head and laughed "haha". He pulled Ye Feng and walked backwards.

In the rear carriage, a group of old comrades were arguing about the lively, mainly because the speed of the display screen in front of the carriage made them feel incredible.

"It's definitely not that fast! You can see the door so clearly outside the car window."

Yang Yulin said disdainfully: "Why don't you look at the trees on both sides? Can you see clearly?"

Zhao Dengxuan teased: "Carpenter Li's single-eyed hanging thread is great and can see everything clearly."

Learning the God of He finished the fight: "What else has he seen clearly besides the woman's bust?"

A burst of laughter broke out in the carriage, Carpenter Li's face was flushed, and he looked at Ye Wancheng like help.

Li Mujiang has a bad reputation and is often excluded, but now he has become the de facto family in the Ye family, so Ye Wancheng naturally wants to protect him.

But Ye Wancheng is a person who is realistic and can't tell lies with his eyes open. Explain one sentence:

"This car can reach 350 kilometers per hour, but for safety, it only drives to 300."

Northern Xinjiang has changed a lot in recent years. Many old comrades haven't gone out for several years. Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar scenery outside, they can't help but sigh.

Wei Quanyou sat next to Ye Wancheng, his eyes were not enough to look outside without blinking.

Ye Wancheng smiled: "Old Wei, go back to the rehabilitation center, how thin are you?"

Old Wei shook his head firmly: "I can do a lot of things. When I leave, the baby soldiers will have no meat to eat. The rehabilitation center is like raising pigs, so I won't go!"

Ma Quanyi cursed angrily: "Don't take yourself too seriously, the earth will turn anyone away."

Wei Quanyou was naturally dissatisfied and glared at him to retort: ​​"I not only herd sheep for the children, but also patrol the border and raise the national flag!"

Ma Quanyi stopped arguing with him. In fact, he was convinced by Lao Wei, but he just didn't agree.

"Old Wei, I will go patrol the border with you when I go back." Yang Yulin was very excited.

"And I, Zhao Dengxuan quickly raise his hand."

"Are you still walking? Go patrol the border." Yang Yulin looked disdainful.

Zhao Dengxuan glanced at Yang Yulin's hunched waist. "At least I can stand up straight, can you?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Liu Qinghua sighed:

"I can't walk anymore, otherwise I really want to walk with Lao Wei every day."

Wei Quanyou straightened his body and glanced at the carriage:

"You are all used to being pampered and being raised well. I'll do this job myself."

At this time, the Military Reclamation City had professional border guards, and only Wei Quanyou was the only one who volunteered to protect the border. It was not that the ideological level was not enough, but that the generations were old and could not go so far.

Lao Zhao didn't say anything, his eyes kept looking outside. In the entire train, he was not only the highest position, but also the first batch of advance personnel to enter before the establishment of the Ninth Division. He was the oldest military reclamation soldier.

Sitting next to him was the former deputy division commander, Cai Hongjun, a decades-old partner. However, because Cai Hongjun was not qualified to enter the rehabilitation center, the two of them had not seen each other for a long time.

The rehabilitation center is not a place to be senior, but is renovated and renovated by the old family of the infrastructure company. In principle, only the elderly in the infrastructure company can come in. Even Lao Zhao has been admitted to the extreme.

Cai Hongjun touched Lao Zhao's arm: "Old Zhao, are you back today?"

Lao Zhao nodded: "Come back, I will celebrate my 80th birthday when I come back."

Cai Hongjun apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm going to my son's house in the provincial capital today, and I can't attend your birthday party."

Lao Zhao shook his head indifferently: "You are busy with your business, I have never thought about it, but the old guys are free and have to make trouble, so they can go."

Cai Hongjun turned his head and looked at the lively crowd behind him, saying a little dissatisfied:

"Old Zhao, these guys are a little xenophobic, this sign is not good."

Lao Zhao frowned: "The city you created with one hand and one step will naturally have privileges, otherwise how can you have the nerve to enjoy it?"

More than an hour later, the train stopped smoothly in the provincial capital, but most people could get off, and there was no ticket sold for this train, but someone started to move gifts up.

These gifts are souvenirs given to the old comrades by the Corps Headquarters. There is nothing special about it, just brand new military uniforms, shoulder bags and kettles. The old comrades' military uniforms are too old, but they still wear them.

Lao Zhao touched his brand new and straight military uniform and burst into tears. This was more precious to him than any gift.

"Order, everyone will change their clothes and go home!"

Lao Zhao's sonorous and powerful voice rang in the carriage.

"yes!"

The neat answers sounded, including Ye Wancheng and Liu Qinghua and others' later successors.

After changing the clothes, the train had already started to return. The old comrades were all straight, holding their military caps on their left hands, with a serious expression, as if they were being inspected.
To be continued...