After Saravsky went out, the waiting uniformed soldiers followed him closely.

Si Chen looked at the six Soviet soldiers and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Sarah is a leading light weapons manufacturer in the Soviet Union, and her true life is dedicated to the country.

The chest of his uniform is covered with various medals.

It can be said that in the field of small arms in the Soviet Union, no one is bigger than him!

He is protected by someone wherever he goes.

Even though he has retired, an army is stationed around the farm where he lives.

This army only reports to the top leadership of the Soviet side.

Sarah is so valuable that every country wants to have it as its own.

Everything he said and did was related to Soviet secrets.

It is no exaggeration to say that the most advanced light weapons in the world today are in the Soviet Union.

The person who masters the core technology and continues to improve and develop is still Sarah.

Si Chen looked at the desert eagle in his daughter's hand and suddenly understood in his heart.

The Desert Eagle is not a Soviet weapon, so Sarah dared to give it to Xiao Yuan.

Otherwise, the uniformed soldiers around Sarah, while protecting him, would also record his every word and deed.

…

Sarah walked all the way back to a certain reception room with a red nose and red eye circles.

His originally tall and tall body was actually slightly stooped.

Mrs. Si was sitting steadily on the sofa, sipping black tea.

Seeing him coming back, he asked cheerfully:

"Have you bought glutinous rice noodles? Are they authentic or not?"

Sarah’s eyes were full of gratitude and her mouth was full of slander:

“Very authentic, the taste of that year, very surprising!”

With that said, Sara opened the bag of glutinous rice sticks and shared it with her old friend.

Mrs. Si took out one, touched the glutinous rice sticks with Sarah, and said with a meaningful smile:

"Friends, old man!"

Sara's eyes suddenly couldn't hold back.

"Look at you, old man, you still love to cry so much!" Mrs. Si poked his arm and laughed:

"Are you pretentious or not? Tell me about you!"

"I designed the best and most advanced light weapon in the world. What's the result?"

"You shouted to the sky, my wish is world peace!"

"How about I give you a Nobel Peace Prize?"

Unexpectedly, Sara took it seriously, wiped away tears and nodded:

"This is my honor! I look forward to getting it in my lifetime!"

Mrs. Si:...-_-||

"If you put some halazi in your mouth, you actually drink it like rice soup!"

After listening to this, Sara felt sad again instantly!

"Okay, okay! Don't cry, Jiang Mi Tiao, do you want to take some back to Yan Qiao?"

Sarah heard this and knew what it meant:

Yan Lixia and the children, do you want to let Yan Qiao know?

Over the years, the Soviet Union has had no contact with our side.

Sara and Yan Qiao have special status, so they dare not exchange news at all!

Sarah couldn't send any news either.

Even this time, Sara was ordered to lead a delegation, but it was just coming.

This time the technical exchange between the two parties was actually very limited and just a formality.

Whether it's Sarah or Mrs. Si, they are all waiting for a stable opportunity.

Otherwise, if the two parties recognize each other rashly, what if the situation repeats later?

Although Si Chen knew that both parties would get better and better, but!

In December 1991, there was another disintegration!

Si Chen knew that Sara belonged to Russia in the end, but what about Yan Qiao?

In Si Chen's memory, Yan Qiao cannot be found at all.

If Yan Qiao was as famous as Sara, why did he completely disappear?

After the disintegration, which country did Yanqiao belong to?

Which country is our enemy or friend?

For the safety of his wife and children, Si Chen doesn’t want to take any risks!

…

When mentioning Yan Qiao, Sarah’s attitude was somewhat emotional:

"Yan Qiao has missed Jiang Mi Tiao these years and has gone crazy."

When Mrs. Si heard this, she stopped biting the glutinous rice sticks, and her eyes stopped on Sara's face.

Seeing the unspeakable expression on his face, Mrs. Si suddenly realized that something was wrong.

But listen, Sarah said very cryptically:

"Yan Qiao suffered a lot back then, and his mentality has changed a lot."

"He misses Longcheng's Jiangmi Tiao all the time."

"He hasn't eaten it in these years."

"I wholeheartedly want to go back to Longcheng to eat glutinous rice noodles."

"For your own good, let's forget it and don't let him eat it."

"I will try my best to restrain him and prevent him from returning to Dragon City."

Mrs. Si completely understood!

After Yan Qiao returned, he did not marry a wife or have any children. He only thought about bringing his daughter back to him.

If Yan Qiao knew that Yan Lixia and the children were fine, then——

"Okay, I understand, you can't give it to him!"

Mrs. Si smiled lightly and slowly shared a bag of glutinous rice sticks with Sara.

In the room, in addition to the experts accompanying the Soviet delegation, there were also Si Qingbai, Liang Mancang, Fan Junsheng, Si Yin and others.

Si Qingbai understood the whole content, but he didn't have much expression and remained calm.

Liang Mancang was a little ignorant and probably guessed it.

Fan Junsheng is a big boss, only immersed in his jealousy of Yan Qiao:

Humph~ Give it a try! I will beat you to death!

Si Yin also understood, she only cared about one thing:

You dare to snatch my son and smash it? Just try it!

…

In the office in the corner of the supermarket, Xiao Yuanyuan is wearing a pink tutu, clearly looking like a cute Barbie doll.

However!

But she sat casually on the ground, clicking and tearing down the Desert Eagle.

On the sofa, Si Chen was holding Yan Lixia in his arms and coaxing her softly.

Xiaopingan is a little adult, and he also came forward and kept comforting:

"Mom, if you don't cry, An An will purr you!"

As he said that, he wiped Yan Lixia's tears with his little fleshy hands and kissed her cheek.

"Hey! A manly man, he talks but doesn't use his hands!" Si Chen pulled his son's head away.
To be continued...