Siheyuan starts from a better life

Chapter 897, Heart Disease

After eating and drinking, Jiang Zimo habitually wanted to light a cigarette, but put it down when he saw his family and friends around him.

"You can smoke, it's okay. We're at home. I smoke too." Jiang Yan glanced at Jiang Zimo and said.

"Come here, uncle has some imported cigarettes, have one." Xu Damao next to him handed over a cigarette in a playful manner.

After hearing this, Jiang Zimo knew his father agreed, so he didn't act pretentiously. He took the cigarette from Xu Damao, thanked him, and lit one.

Jiang Zimo had a very difficult year. He was now a company commander, and most of the company had been injured or killed this year, and he almost couldn't come back. He had two more scars on his face and even more on his body.

All the ladies in the room went to other rooms to chat, and only a few grown men were sitting in Jiang Yan's main room.

I don't know who suggested drinking a little, He Yuzhu prepared a few side dishes, and a few people started drinking there.

At the wine table, Jiang Yan saw that his son was worried and was much quieter than before. Not only Jiang Yan saw it, but others also saw it, otherwise He Yuzhu would not have suggested drinking.

After drinking for a while, Jiang Zimo suddenly said something.

"Dad! I want to change my career!"

"Why?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.

"I was in the south this year. Our company suffered heavy losses. The fighting was brutal. Almost half of them died directly. Some of them were disabled and retired."

As he spoke, tears filled his eyes. He wanted to stop the tears from falling, but he was unable and so he let them fall.

"Dad! Do you know? I almost couldn't come back. Two soldiers threw me to the ground to protect me and were killed by the monkeys' shells. Other soldiers died heroically when they recovered the lost territory and held their positions."

"Dad, do you know? The youngest of them is only 18 years old, and the oldest is less than 27 years old!" He poured another glass of wine and drank it in one breath. Because he drank it a little anxiously, his face turned red.

To be honest, Jiang Yan had never seen his son lose his composure like this before. It was obvious that he had experienced a lot in this year, some of which were almost unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan said directly, "Son! I'm not at the front line, I don't know the situation at the front line, and I can't understand your feelings, but I know that there will always be casualties in this war, and their sacrifice will not be in vain, their sacrifice will be meaningful, but no matter what decision you want to make, Dad will support you!"

"Remember, our country has a history of about 5,000 years. It is the only ancient country in the world. We have long been number one in the world, but we have fallen into decline in recent times. I believe that our great nation will surely revive."

"I still say that no matter what you do, Dad will support you."

"I understand, Dad," Jiang Zimo nodded. Then he continued.

"My master told me the same thing. He told me to go home and recuperate first. Adjust my mood. Dad, I'm not a coward, let alone a deserter. I just want to see their families and see how their families are doing after their sacrifice. Many of them are married, and some even have children. These people are basically the backbone of their families. If they are in trouble, I can help them."

I agree with this. If you want to go, go ahead. I support you. Don't forget that you still have your family and these uncles. Your uncles and I don't care how big our business is, but it's still okay to help a few people."

"If, if you really encounter something you can't solve yourself, let us know and we will help you solve it. Trust your dad, trust your uncles. You never fight alone."

"Yes, Zimo, you still have your uncle Zhuzi, so it's no problem to arrange a few people."

"Yes, you still have us. Don't worry, we will definitely help you." Xu Damao said. Wang Lei and Zhang Pengfei also meant the same thing.

"Then thank you uncles. Don't worry, if there is really a need, I will definitely notify you." Jiang Zimo said.

At night, in Jiang Yan's bedroom, as soon as he lay down, Jiang Sirui asked.

"Hubby, Zimo really needs to go out."

"Yes, this may be his obsession. I guess his master also saw it and let him come back."

"Is it post-war psychological syndrome?" Jiang Sirui suddenly asked.

Post-traumatic stress syndrome is a type of post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as post-traumatic stress disorder, post-traumatic stress syndrome, post-traumatic mental tension disorder, and sequelae of major blows. It refers to the sequelae of psychological disorders after a person encounters or resists major stress. These experiences include life threats, serious physical injuries, and physical or mental coercion. Sometimes it is called post-traumatic stress reaction to emphasize that this phenomenon is a reasonable result of experiencing trauma, rather than a problem with the patient's psychological state.

"It's not that serious. At most, he just feels guilty towards his comrades. I also observed him when he was drinking just now. It shouldn't be that. He's just a little stressed out. It's okay. I still have my husband!"

“By the way, give Zimo a little more money tomorrow.” Jiang Yan said.

"I understand. I'll bring him more." Jiang Sirui turned around.

The next day, Jiang Zimo left after saying goodbye to his family and He Yuzhu and others. Jiang Yan repaired his previous jeep and let Jiang Zimo drive it away. He also gave him 5 yuan and some supplies.

Jiang Sirui also prepared some food and drinks and 30,000 yuan. But he kept reminding him.

Before leaving, Jiang Yan told him that the country would take responsibility for the sacrificed soldiers, and he could arrange jobs for them. His family had built a factory in Shenzhen, and he could arrange jobs for those in need, including those with disabilities and veterans, and he would never let them suffer any grievances. He would respect his son's choice when he came back.

Jiang Zimo set off with the address on the list given to him by his master. Jiang Yan also gave him the factory's phone number and address, and told him that he could call the factory after the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, and Uncle Damao would arrange someone to pick him up after he arrived in Shenzhen.

Jiang Zimo started walking from near to far. He didn't have much time, only about half a month. In this era without highways, there was snow on the road, so he needed to hurry.

Time will not stop because of personal pain. The New Year has arrived and everyone is happy. The country is getting better and better, and everyone's life is better.

Although Jiang Yan seldom goes to Siheyuan now, He Yuzhu goes there often, so Jiang Yan knows a little about the news inside Siheyuan. Also, after all, he has a house there, so he will stay there for a while whenever he has time.

After the reform and opening up, many people living in the courtyard resigned from their jobs and started small businesses. However, as long as they are willing to work hard, their lives will not be much different.

This year, Jiang Yan's family got together as usual, but the second and third sons were still full of regret after knowing that their younger brother had returned without meeting him.

The Spring Festival Gala, which started in 83, has gradually become a must-have program for the Chinese New Year. I prepare to watch the Gala after dinner.

Unlike his family, Jiang Yan had no expectations for this year's Spring Festival Gala, because he knew that this year's Spring Festival Gala was known as the most unsuccessful Spring Festival Gala, so he didn't have any expectations.

Everything has been going well this year. The country is becoming richer and the policies are getting better.

The next morning, I opened the door.
“Hello! 1985!

(End of this chapter)