Chapter 54: Young Daydream

It should be a dream. On the clouds, the breeze blows on the face. It is riding on the big metal bird, silver, reflecting the brighter sunshine on the clouds. So it feels like a dream. Turning over and waking up from the dream, Wang Qibu rubbed his cute little face and looked out the window to the bright world. There was noon, because the sun was on the roof.

In general, Wang Qibu's holiday schedule is really crazy; he goes to bed on time at 10 o'clock every night, wakes up on time at 4 o'clock the next day, and then washes, eats, practices boxing or something else, this is the case during the summer vacation and winter vacation. Yes, it's just that there is nothing crazy about it, but if this guy can go back to his soft and inconspicuous bed and sleeps beautifully for a night's sleep after just tossing around like this all morning, then this assessment is not unfair. Such high-quality sleep quality will make people jealous and crazy.

After changing his clothes, Wang Qibu muttered something similar to "Qiuhen" in his mouth, and jumped to the kitchen to find something to eat. "Mom, what delicious food are you making for your cutest baby son?" Seeing Lin Shishi working in the kitchen, Wang Qibu pulled the corner of her clothes and said coquettishly.

"You just woke up and clamored to eat. Do you want to raise yourself as a pig? Be good, don't mess with this. Your father's friend is going to come to your house at noon today. I made your favorite fried king. Go out to play with your dad for a while and wait for dinner." Entertaining guests, making your son's favorite food. Well, maybe this is the logic of being a mother.

He jumped into the living room and saw that the great general of the Republic was playing a classic game called "Tank War" with a red and white machine. He stood behind and watched for a while. Wang Qibu was very stinky and said, "Two lives are indeed not enough for you. You say 'Seven Steps are the most obedient', and I will teach you how to adjust twenty lives."

"Stupid boy." Putting down the handle, Wang Yunshan turned around and cursed. Then he pointed to a big box on the coffee table and said, "Your military uniform, certificate, shoulder and collar seal are here. Will you hold a rank ceremony for you later?"

"I'll be exempted from the rank ceremony. Formalism is not a glorious tradition of our army. Besides, I have been a squad leader for four years, and this time I just gave him a platoon leader treatment, nothing to be happy about. However, my troops are too efficient at work. I've been here for two days before I can deliver the things to me." Wang Qibu still kept his stinky fart, pulling his signature plausible truth.

"You boy. You are a lieutenant at the age of ten. Tsk, you deserve to be my son of Wang Yunshan. Tell me, except that you can't increase your pocket money any more." Wang Yunshan sighed and said generously.

"You are so generous." Wang Qibu sarcastically, and then said, "By the way, who was so generous with such a big face and was invited by Captain Wang to his home for dinner today?"

"Nie Zhonghua, the commander of the Lingnan Military Region. But this is not a matter of face size. It's your father and I have something to ask for. The Party Committee of the Corps decided to promote fighter jet driving technology in the team. The application for purchasing the aircraft was not approved by the Military Commission, so I wanted to see if I could cooperate with the air forces of various military regions." Wang Yunshan knew his son, and knew that this seemingly quarrel question was actually because his son cared for him, so he explained patiently.

"Lingnan Military Region? Okay, then you can talk to him. If he doesn't make the trip, I will go to find Fatty and his grandfather and directly give orders to suppress him." Wang Yanei waved his hand.

"Haha, you know a lot. Although Dad knows that you are a good person, it's better not to talk nonsense about the Lingnan Military Region. You don't know how many big men are not sleeping well for that place." Wang Yunshan couldn't help but remind his son that it was not his caution, but the four words "Lingnan Military Region" have almost become taboos for senior military and political leaders.

"Hehe, the mediocre people disturb themselves. Fatty grandfather respected Taizu and the last Prime Minister's last order, what if he didn't have any hard stuff in his hands?" Wang Qibu was disdainful, and then thought of the dream he posted this morning, and said, "Dad, can you reward him with any other pocket money?"

Friends who know Wang Qibu's habits should know what the two consecutive pronunciations of "Dad" mean? As the saying goes, "No matter how good a son is, my father." So Comrade Wang Yunshan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and make a painful situation.

"I want to learn to fly a plane." Wang Qibu said such conclusive dreaming words in daydream, just like the meaning that his age should have represented.

As expected, Wang Qibu took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his shirt pocket in pain, and said pitifully, "This is the money that Dad has put in his pocket, and I will reward you all. I will discuss with your mother and discuss the increase of pocket money for you next month..."

Wang Qibu was so angry that he said angrily, "As a new lieutenant with an ambitious heart, I want to learn more skills to arm myself, and think about resting in the future, respecting my parents, and serving the motherland. You, the general of the Republic, will not support me, no longer support me?"

Maybe Wang Qibu's voice was too loud, which alarmed Lin Shishi, so the great mother who had just heard of it and was still cooking in the kitchen without asking questions, scolded her husband, "Wang Yunshan, our Qibu is so excellent, you, a dad, just laugh at him. You can buy whatever he wants. Isn't it all over for what he wants?"

"Okay. I need a toy plane in seven steps. I'll ask the guard to go to Wangfujing to buy it for him later." Wang Yunshan, who naturally couldn't let his wife know about his son, swallowed his anger and replied, and then smiled bitterly in his heart. "If you know what your precious son is going to do, you'll stop him if you're afraid you'll have to kill him. How could you say such stupid words like support?"

"I don't want toys, I want to be true! Real!" Wang Qibu waved his small fist to protest.

The doorbell of "Ding Dong" rang, and Wang Yunshan recited the Buddha's name "Amitabha" with tears in his face.

The lunch at the big guy's house is different from a bowl of shark fins for rinsing your mouth. Just like the home-cooked dishes presented on the table now, both meat and vegetables. Even because of the guests, Lin Shishi only increased the size of the dish and did not prepare much except the fried plate for her son. Perhaps it is because of the big guy that posture is important, and the form is the last.

After the meal was ready, Lin Shishi did not eat at home. After the National Day, she was transferred to the deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau and had more work, so she naturally took up more rest time. Obviously, as the young grandmother of the Wang family, he didn't need to do this at all, but whenever someone advised her to make a rest, she would say, "God generously gave me a child who didn't have to worry about at all. If I didn't do anything for other children, I would be afraid that I would be rewarded and not tell me, and I would not be able to get over it."

"Uncle Nie is good. Uncle Nie eats more." Wang Qibu, who has a good skin, was so obedient that he even called Nie Zhonghua in some way. This commander of the tens of millions of silver eagles under the tent felt that this child was well-behaved and sensible, and was a little puzzled.

"Okay, good boy, real director. Today, uncle didn't bring you any gifts. In this way, tell me what you want, and I promise to do it for you." Nie Zhonghua's words were so bold that he knew that what this half-aged child wanted was just toy guns, aircraft and ship models, and Transformers. Then he said to Wang Yunshan, "Mr. Wang, you can teach your children well. With such a director's son, I'm afraid it's more enviable than the General Seal in your hand. By the way, what's this child's name?"

"His name is Wang Qibu. It's okay in front of others, but behind others are naughty." Wang Qibu was modest, and then waited in his heart with bad taste for what the other party said for him, a moment of regret.

"Wang Qibu? Why is this name so familiar? Well, by the way, this child is not the one who asked Lord Deng to personally give the lieutenant two days ago, right?" Nie Zhonghua was shocked when he suddenly remembered something like this.

"Haha, there is the military uniform that the General Secretary just sent." Wang Yunshan pointed to the box on the coffee table and smiled.

"Wow! Good guy, there is no doubt that even from the time of the Kuomintang, this child is the youngest lieutenant in the history of this country. Well, it is very promising." Nie Zhonghua half complimented from the bottom of his heart, and half fear from the bottom of his heart. What did the adults spoil the Wang family? Such a big kid was actually given the military registration of the second lieutenant. But this child must be extraordinary. After details, he heard from the people present that day that he could repel the number one master of the Central Police Station for half a meter and make the other party not realize that this was Du Jun's skill. Due to the identity of that person, he did not think there would be any water in this sentence. Twenty years... Ten years... Eight years, he suddenly realized that he could not even imagine what kind of atmosphere this little guy would be in eight years.

"Uncle Nie, you are a soldier, I am also a soldier, right?" When he said this, Wang Qibu's innocent and charming expression remained unabashed.

"Yes, of course. From the moment when sir, you have been a glorious People's Liberation Army soldier." After another inexplicable moment, Nie Zhonghua replied cautiously. The reason why he was so cautious was because he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Then Uncle Nie, there is a saying that there is no joke in the army, right?" Although it was a cute little face that was just now, Wang Qibu at this moment had gradually become ferocious in Nie Zhonghua's eyes. Because everyone could hear that this picture was already poor, and it was time to show it next.

"I want to learn to fly a plane." Wang Qibu said, feeling calm and relaxed.

But Nie Zhonghua almost choked with a sip of wine, "Cough... Cough." Well, this is indeed a problem he did not expect. Wang Yunshan, who heard this, just smiled with his lips, as if it was unfathomable. It is hard to imagine that he was singing such a poem in his heart at this moment; that gorgeous moment of regret appeared!
Chapter completed!