Datang broom star

Someone shouted: "Jia Canjun, take them!"

Although they didn't know what the man was talking about, the little Turkic girls all looked at Jia Ping'an, very bold.

Xue Rengui smiled and said: "Xiao Jia is a benefactor of brothel prostitutes in Chang'an. As long as he goes, he doesn't spend a penny, and the most popular leader will willingly come out to accompany him...even the old bustard will pour wine by his side."

wipe!

This is too fierce, right?

The eyes of a group of men who had been away from women for a long time were all shining, and someone asked, "Does Jia Canjun have any tricks?"

Someone said: "Jia Canjun is handsome!"

"Are you handsome?"

"Yes, handsome and amazing."

Zhang Qi took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Jia Canjun's poetic talent!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

"He's so handsome and talented in both civil and military affairs. He's such a lady. No wonder those little ladies are staring at him, wishing they could throw themselves into their arms."

Jia Pingan just smiled.

He didn't even sleep on top cards like Yaxiang, how could it be possible for these Turkic women.And if one is left to plant on the grassland, damn it, it's the kind he doesn't know, it will vomit blood.

Jia Pingan suddenly felt a little strange while drinking wine and watching the soldiers rejoicing.

What about cell phones?

Where is the notebook?

What about hot pot?

What about beer?

What about the comfort of watching a movie alone in a den?

And in the night sky covered by smog, how have you ever seen such a magnificent galaxy?

He clutched his forehead, and countless past events flashed through his mind in an instant.

He bowed his head and wept wantonly.

Since coming here, he has suppressed all his feelings about his previous life until now.

In that world, he is alone.He doesn't like those entertainments, he doesn't like those intrigues and jokes, and he doesn't like those perfunctory... So he abandoned the so-called social interaction, went home from work, cooked alone, after dinner, played on the computer for a while, and then read a book, Sleep... get up the next morning, work out, go to work.

He once felt that he could live like this until he was 90 years old, and then die alone, without missing life.

But at this moment, he breathed the air on the prairie, looked at those joyful soldiers, and suddenly couldn't control it.

Tears kept flowing, those worries and aggrieved, those patience and the pride suppressed by myself burst out at this moment.

What am I living for?

Jia Ping raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. A young girl came over to fill him with wine, and then whispered, like a bird singing quickly.

But he didn't understand, just shook his head and smiled.

"like."

The girl jerky said she liked him, then suddenly lowered her head, kissed him, and then ran away quickly.

She ran to her companion in the light, looked at Jia Pingan from time to time, and whispered.

"what!"

Several girls were screaming, and even Jia Pingan felt the envy and excitement.

"Why are you crying?"

Xue Rengui's voice came from behind.

The archer's main vision is super good.

This guy directly exposed Jia Ping'an, but he didn't know that it was a bit taboo.

Everyone has their own privacy, and he hopes that that privacy will not be discovered and pryed into, even if it is his wife, he cannot touch that tree hole.

"Damn it! Just now I got the soot from the barbecue in my eyes, it's very uncomfortable."

Jia Pingan smiled.

Xue Rengui patted him on the shoulder, "There's a woman around..."

"No way!"

Jia Pingan is very serious.

"You're a weirdo."

In the eyes of men in this era, women are appendages, and they can sleep when they want.

Later, there was more movement in those tents, and Jia Ping'an was still sitting there.

He got up and walked over slowly.

A sergeant crouched by the fire, gathering the scattered meat.

He reckoned that they were collected along the way, most of them were filled in the cloth bag, and a few of them weighed three to five catties.

"you……"

The sergeant turned around, with deep wrinkles on his face, which made Jia Pingan subconsciously say, "What do you want these for?"

The sergeant Dui laughed and said, "Dry the meat and bring it home to feed to your grandson."

Jia Pingan sat down and asked relaxedly, "How old are you?"

The sergeant was probably tired of collecting, so he sat on the side, fiddled with the bits and pieces of mutton in the bag, and said, "It's 51, and I can go home in nine years. Just help him take care of the child... I feel very happy just thinking about it."

"What is the purpose of joining the army?"

Jia Pingan took out the wine bag. The sergeant's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he took a few big mouthfuls, and then sighed contentedly, "It was for money at first. I can't make much money by farming at home. If I want my wife and children to live well, You have to fight for your life."

This is reality, and it is also the biggest motivation for men to fight hard.