Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

At the foot of the mountain, a woman of unparalleled beauty stood in the gentle breeze, quietly waiting for her hero to return home.

"Are you done talking?" Xi Wanqing asked softly.

"Mmm." Liu Ming took her hand and then put his arm around Nangong Yao and Lin Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

He glanced back at the cemetery hidden among thousands of pines and cypresses, and a relieved yet wild smile appeared on his lips.

"Walk."

"go home."

"Next, we should establish new rules for this world."

The morning sun shines brightly. The landscape is picturesque.

"Director Liu, those foreign guests..."

"Let them wait."

"Today, I'm only spending time with my wife and kids."

Laughter echoed for a long time in the empty valley.

This peaceful and prosperous era is as you wished.

"Dad, let's have another good drink next Qingming Festival."

Liu Ming sat on the cold stone steps, looking at her father's photo on the tombstone.

In that old black and white photo, Liu Jianguo still sports his signature side-parted hairstyle and wears thick black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

He smiled gently, his eyes revealing a scholarly air of naiveté from officialdom, and an unwavering stubbornness that would never waver even in the face of death.

Liu Ming reached out and pushed the nearly burnt-out Red Plum cigarette further inside to prevent it from being blown out by the wind.

"Dad, these cigarettes are hard to buy these days."

Liu Ming muttered softly, her tone revealing the familiarity of an ordinary family chatting, "Only that kid Heilong has connections; I don't know where he found these two packets for me."

He picked up his wine glass and poured himself another cup.

The spicy liquor slid down his throat, but it couldn't warm the turbulent emotions in his heart. Ten years had passed. These ten years had been like dancing on the edge of a knife, or being tossed around in a pot of boiling oil.

Now that I've finally reached the top, the person I should have shared this drink with is gone.

"Father, I've found all the materials you wrote in your study back then, those plans about industrial upgrading and breaking through Western technological blockades."

As Liu Ming looked at the photo, her voice became deep and powerful.

"Those people who mocked you for being a bookworm and said you were out of touch with reality, Luo Binwang who forced you to your death, Zhao Ruilong who was greedy and insatiable, and that 'shadow' Grand Secretary who betrayed his own people in the upper echelons."

A chilling glint flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a calm of revenge.

They're all dead.

"I didn't leave them with a complete corpse. I exposed their shameful deeds, one by one, in front of the whole world. When they died, they were worse than dogs, carrying the infamy of eternity."

Liu Ming took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the clean air in the cemetery into her lungs.

"You used to say that our country has a weak foundation, so we have to be patient and endure hardship. You said that one day, our technology will catch up with others, and the people will be able to live a life with their heads held high."

He pointed to the modern new city that was faintly visible below the mountain.

"Look at what's happening now."

"Ningzhou has become the technology center of all of Asia. Our own 'Longyuan' chip not only broke the blockade, but also directly beat those Western oligarchs to a pulp. Now, in order to get a little bit of our technology license, they have to line up and act like grandsons in the capital."

As Liu Ming spoke, she became more and more excited, and a rare glint appeared in her usually calm eyes.

"And those old state-owned enterprise workers you were most concerned about, I've made arrangements for them all. No one has been laid off, no one has gone hungry. They are now technical backbones in high-tech industries, and their year-end bonuses are more than their previous annual salaries. Every household has built a small villa and bought a car."

"No one dares to hold us by the throat now."

"Ordinary people will no longer have to suffer from poverty and mistreatment."

Liu Ming picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

He felt a fire burning in his chest, the unfulfilled ideal of his father, now transformed into a raging inferno of pride in his hands.

"I went to the United Nations a while ago."

Liu Ming wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, a wild smile curving her lips.

"I didn't bring a translator. I used our Kyushu dialect to set a new rule for them. The president of that superpower that once sailed an aircraft carrier to our doorstep to show off his power didn't dare to utter a single word while sitting in the audience."

"Father, did you see that?"

Liu Ming suddenly stood up, opened her arms wide, as if she wanted to embrace this beautiful land.

"This prosperous era is exactly as you wished!"

"The men of our Liu family have not disgraced our ancestors! They have not disgraced this land of China!"

In the silent cemetery, only his slightly hoarse yet extremely penetrating voice echoed.

He was venting, comforting others, and saying his final goodbye.

Because he knew that this country no longer needed "Shura" to clear away obstacles; the road ahead was to the stars and the sea, a vast journey belonging to the new generation of young people.

He should retire, retreat to that courtyard house, stay with his wife and children, and become an ordinary father and an ordinary husband.

Liu Ming lowered her head and quietly looked at the black and white photograph.

In the photo, Liu Jianguo still smiles gently, his eyes seeming to pierce through life and death, and traverse ten years of time, gazing lovingly at his son who has grown into a towering tree.

"call--"

A sudden autumn breeze blew from the valley, rustling through the pine forest that covered the mountains, creating a sound like ocean waves.

The wind wasn't cold; instead, it carried a hint of sunshine's warmth. It brushed against Liu Ming's cheek, lifted the hem of his trench coat, and even playfully twirled a fallen leaf in front of the tombstone, sending it spinning in the air.

The sound of the wind was like a long, comforting sigh.

It's as if they're saying: Good job, kid.

Liu Ming was stunned. He looked at the fallen leaf dancing in the wind, and suddenly smiled.

He smiled like a child who had finally received praise from his father.

"I understand, Father."

Liu Ming bent down and wiped the dust off the tombstone one last time with her sleeve.

"I will live the rest of my days well."

"You can rest assured and relax. I'll take good care of this land of Kyushu for you. It won't be lost."

He turned around without lingering and strode down the mountain.

There, lies his wife, his children, and the vibrant world he needs to dedicate the rest of his life to protecting.

"Honey! Hurry! Xiao Nian says she's hungry and insists on eating the oil-splashed noodles from Old Zhang's place in the south of the city!"

At the foot of the mountain, Lin Xiaoxiao's energetic voice urged them on.

"They're here!"

Liu Ming responded loudly.

He was facing away from the setting sun.

The shadow was stretched very long.

But within that light and shadow.

His steps were incredibly light.