Chapter 370 Warmth
Is that Marshal Zhou coming out?
A few people subconsciously looked at the young man's eyes, and saw him quickly turning back to the door. With the sound of wheels rolling, a figure appeared in front of everyone.
——It was completely different from the image Jiang Hui had imagined at the beginning, or it should be said that it subverted their imagination.
Zhou Yuanjing has been active in the military for more than a hundred years, and naturally has many wonderful moments, but most of them are shadow information about his heroic appearance in and outside the war in his early years and some attendance at imperial ceremonies.
Some of the videos that have been highly praised on social platforms and have always been at the top of the list have even been viewed several times by Jiang Hui, a later star.
Nothing else, because he is so passionate. The protagonist in the picture can be identified almost at a glance. Even if there are many people and backgrounds standing around him, it seems that there is always a light surrounding him, and he is the brightest one.
Whether it is in terms of combat performance, appearance, or the opponent's contribution to the entire empire, Zhou Yuanjing can be said to be a well-deserved imperial glory.
However, the other party has completely faded out of the public eye in the past few years since he retired due to injury. No matter whether it is the second- or third-rate media that loves to dig up people's privacy, or official platforms no longer publish photos related to the marshal's activities, everyone is silent about his retirement life as if it is a secret. No one dares to cross that line.
However, even if the other party disappears from the public eye, everyone has never forgotten the great contribution he made to the empire, so his name is still sung among the people of the empire and has never disappeared.
At that time, Jiang Hui took a brief look at the experience of this legendary figure, and also thought about the reason why he suddenly disappeared from the public eye.
The other party may want to retire and resume a peaceful life. After all, he has served the empire for a long time. It has been more than a hundred years, accounting for 80% of his life. Indeed, Time to take a break.
Or maybe out of some political considerations, they want to withdraw from the stage to leave room for younger generations to perform. This can be regarded as an unspoken rule in all industries, and military leaders are probably no exception.
But she never thought that this was the reason why the other party never appeared in the public eye? !
This elder is actually very young in terms of physical appearance. According to the average age in the interstellar world, more than a hundred years old is still in his prime. He looks slender and handsome, and even with such an absolutely sick look, he still looks very superior. The entire facial contour is obviously protruding, without a trace of excess flesh. His complexion is pale and his lips are black. At first glance, he looks like someone who has been suffering from serious illness all year round.
Even though he was wearing layers of military uniforms and a heavy cloak, his thin figure could still be seen, and it felt like the bones underneath were about to sink in.
But he was still sitting in the mechanical wheelchair like this, with his back straight and no bends in his body.
However, the more this happens, the more it reflects his special situation. Compared with his sickly but still strong upper body, the elder's lower body looks so weak. Everyone who sees it is stunned. You can clearly feel what a pair of skinny legs are wrapped under the dark trousers. And going down these weak legs, there was nothing below the knees. He had lost his calves.
Jiang Hui and the others were frightened and did not dare to look further. The other party appeared in front of them unexpectedly, and they were not mentally prepared. Their eyes inevitably faced this scene. Then the thoughts about the other party's inexplicable disappearance from the public all these years came up in their hearts, and they broke out in cold sweat without realizing it. Rex dutifully guarded the former commander, watching silently as he controlled the mechanical wheelchair to face Zhou Xiuwen and the others.
In fact, he still didn't understand why the marshal would condescend to come outside like this. Even if these were Zhou Xiuwen's rare friends, Zhou Yuanjing had no need to expose his weak side in such a way.
——Just like he couldn't understand why the other party had to support his sick body to watch Zhou Xiuwen's game at school last time, even though he had to pay the price of re-injecting a whole set of recuperative drugs. Probably only Zhou Yuanjing himself knew the pain as the recuperative medicine penetrated his spine.
Rex respects his marshal and his eternal life mentor. Even if the other person is no longer as high-spirited as he once was and has lost his omnipotent body, he is still him and can do anything. Zhou Yuanjing couldn’t.
If these children are not so sensible and dare to show an inappropriate look at Zhou Yuanjing, then they will never want to appear in front of the marshal again. The commander of the 23rd Army lowered his eyes, and a trace of fierceness quickly flashed across his eyes, which was quickly covered up by him skillfully. After all, he has been sitting in that position for many years, and he has already developed the ability to keep his eyes still, and will not show his appearance as easily as in the past.
But he probably didn't know how well the marshal knew him. Zhou Yuanjing in front of him paused with his nails. If he felt something, he knew that someone was probably being reckless again, so he continued what he wanted to do without saying anything.
Zhou Xiuwen also looked very surprised when Zhou Yuanjing came out to greet him in person. Immediately, a hint of surprise and resentment appeared on his face: "Father, why did you come out?"
He also couldn't take into account the presence of several friends. The person behind him was at a loss and took a few steps to meet him. A few steps away, he half-crouched on the ground in front of Zhou Yuanjing's mechanical wheelchair.
“Why are you making such a fuss that I, a father, can’t come and pick up my son?” Zhou Yuanjing said half-jokingly.
I knew clearly that Zhou Yuanjing didn’t mean that, but the young man was very sensitive. Hearing such words, he subconsciously felt sad and moved forward with his half-crouched knees grinding: "What are you talking about... ...I'm sorry to bother you to pick him up. Sorry, I shouldn't have made you wait."
Looking at Zhou Xiuwen who was squatting in front of him and holding his hand, Zhou Yuanjing chuckled and stretched out his other hand. He gently stroked the young man's head with his palm: "Don't wait, just come back. I already know about you from Solsa, and I did a good job this time."
Zhou Xiuwen knew which performance of his in this mission the other party was referring to, and his face couldn't help but turn a little red, because he knew in his heart that he was more willful than those things that these adults thought were more worthy of praise... But listen He was very happy to receive the praise from his father, happy that the other party showed every trace of his true emotions without hesitation.
This father, who only had his own bloodline after he was a hundred years old, truly loved his only son. The cruelty of war and the eternal wind and sand on the battlefield made him more possessive and redoubled his efforts to fight and defend.
The other party has always been an excellent father in Zhou Xiuwen's eyes, even though the other party cannot always be by his side to play and grow with him like other people's fathers.
(End of this chapter)