After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 154 Only Ming Dai Can Do It
What is the concept of first-class merit?

It can be said that most of the winners of the first-class merit are martyrs, and the living first-class meritorious service are all legends.

This medal is at least 30 years old depending on its age. The honor of being able to receive first-class merit in those years is probably achieved by Uncle Ding fighting with a knife and a gun on the battlefield.

In this way, the scars on Uncle Ding's legs and face can be traced.

Even Uncle Ding's violent temper... I heard that people who have experienced the battlefield are very likely to suffer from PTSD, which is post-war psychological syndrome, which usually manifests as irritability, insomnia, excessive startle, emotional numbness and so on.

These are all on point.

At this time, not only Ming Dai and others who were cleaning the house were surprised, but also the program crew outside the house were also in a state of shock.

Director Qian immediately sought answers from everyone in the village committee:

"Is Uncle Ding a veteran from the battlefield?"

"I don't know! We've never heard of it!"

The staff member of the village committee who answered shook his head blankly, and turned his attention to the oldest village head for help.

The village chief smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and shook his head:

"Lao Ding never said that he was not from our village before. At first he said that he came to find a friend. When the friend passed away, he helped support the old mother of the friend. After that, he lived in our village."

"What? Isn't Uncle Ding the son of Grandma Chun?"

"Friends...should be comrades in arms."

As soon as the low words came out, everyone present fell silent.

In peaceful times, no one likes to fight, but in order to protect the safety of their homeland, some people have to choose to go to the battlefield with their bags on their backs. If it is a few decades ago, the country is struggling, and the difficulty of fighting will only be more difficult than it is now. Ten times or even a hundred times!
Things like Uncle Ding's comrades-in-arms, the son went out to fight and never came back, leaving the old mother alone at home with no one to take care of... It's just too common.

After a little guessing, the people present have completely imagined the touching story of Uncle Ding taking care of his old mother for his comrades.

"But why didn't he say that he is a retired veteran? If it is a first-class merit, the state has subsidies and can arrange work. Uncle Ding has not had such a difficult life all these years!"

"That's right! Uncle Ding hasn't revealed it once for decades!"

In this regard, the respected village head shook his head, saying that he did not know.

Someone speculated: "Could the first-class medal belong to that comrade-in-arms?"

"The pension should be sent to Aunt Chun, but no one came."

It also makes sense.

It seems that the only one who can answer all these questions is Uncle Ding himself.

But everyone present knew that this must be a difficult task.

Whether it's the village committee with long-term contact or the program group with short-term contact, both sides have a common understanding, that is, Uncle Ding's temper is really stinky and hard as a stone in a latrine!

Uncle Ding really swears at people with full firepower, it does not distinguish between men and women, and his momentum is like a black-faced Rakshasa, which can stop children from crying at night!Moreover, his swearing is not indiscriminate, but picking at the wrong place, his eyes are sharp like blades, it is difficult for anyone to refute!

On the contrary, Uncle Ding's attitude towards Ming Dai and Candy today is surprisingly gentle.

If anyone can get Uncle Ding to explain the matter of the medal himself, it will be...

Pairs of eyes fixed on Ming Dai on the screen.

Ming Dai doesn't know that she is being placed in high hopes.

After thinking about it, she decided to put away the medal first.

Uncle Ding should have hidden the things on purpose. Since he wanted to hide them, he just didn't want others to know about them.

Then Uncle Ding might not be happy to see them holding them in such a big way.

So Mingdai decided to simply put it away first, and then look for an opportunity to inquire about it.

She has a good idea.

Too bad the plan didn't keep up with the changes.

A second before Ming Dai put the velvet box containing the medals back, Uncle Ding appeared.

He happened to pass by the door of the house.

It was only then that everyone discovered that even though half of a leg was missing, Uncle Ding's back was still as straight as a ruler, and he walked like flying with a cane, probably the result of years of exercise.

It seems that even after retiring from the army, Uncle Ding still retains the habit of being in the army, and the accuracy of beheading the snake's head with a flying knife is enough to show Uncle Ding's vision.

Therefore, even if Uncle Ding casually passed by with a glance, he still accurately captured what Ming Dai was holding.

"What are you doing!"

A loud drink was deafening!
Xiao Bai and Candy, who had been eager to try, immediately froze, and both of them were very afraid of Uncle Ding.

Seeing Uncle Ding approaching aggressively, Shen Qinghe took the first step to block Ming Dai.

Shen Sheng persuaded: "Master, if you have something to say, speak up."

"Step aside!"

Uncle Ding's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he razed towards Shen Qinghe coldly.

Shen Qinghe remained motionless.

Uncle Ding couldn't help squinting his eyes, and began to look at Shen Qing and this person squarely - he is a soldier who has seen blood on the battlefield, and he is unconsciously full of evil spirits, occasionally staring at a child can make him cry, even an adult People also frighten and dodge under his eyes.

Shen Qinghe didn't have it at all, she was unshakably firm, and she protected Ming Dai behind her tightly, as if she was extremely persistent...even paranoid about this matter.

Seeing the two confront each other, the already damp and cold room became more and more chilly.

Ming Dai came out from behind Shen Qinghe holding the box:

"Sorry, Uncle Ding, we accidentally found this box when we were cleaning."

Ming Dai's voice was soft and sweet like a clear spring, as if she possessed magical powers, which instantly calmed Uncle Ding's restlessness and uneasiness.

Uncle Ding looked away from Shen Qinghe, glanced at the box in Ming Dai's hand, and the old memories roared back.

Then, everyone looked at Uncle Ding, who looked like a cockfight one second, and his shoulders slumped the next second, with a gloomy pressure on his body, and his whole spirit became depressed.

He didn't speak, turned around and wanted to go out.

"Put it back?"

Uncle Ding stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and saw Ming Dai's eyes—clear like an autumn lake, dotted with broken light, full of childlike curiosity, without any sense of aggression

Uncle Ding's hard heart suddenly softened.

He hesitated and paced back: "Give it to me."

Mingdai carefully placed the flannel box in Uncle Ding's palm with both hands.

Uncle Ding sighed softly, and explained to Ming Dai:
"This is my thing. I haven't seen it for many years since I hid it. I almost forgot about it."

Ming Dai didn't answer, but her eyes were full of "why hide".

Uncle Ding twitched the corners of his mouth, and unexpectedly opened up a chatterbox to Ming Dai:

"It's not an honor for me, it's a painful scar. If I could, I'd never have had it."

Then Uncle Ding explained his magnificent first half of his life in a few words.

(End of this chapter)