Skynet Architect

In the small low-rise building, it was already desolate. They were surrounded in the living room, and there was a urn and a picture of his father. The photo is black and white. On it is a very fierce and resolute man. On his body is the uniform of the fire leader of the Skynet Security Company. In front of him is his favorite Vulcan gun.

This is a man who supports the whole family. This poor family has never been rich, but since this man entered Skynet, the family's living environment has changed.

But they never have much wealth. No matter how much money they make, the money is given to the hospital. This sentence is obvious. After he entered Skynet, his monthly salary reached 300,000. This is crazy. Numbers are numbers that can kill people, not to mention that their work is usually very safe, and there are additional subsidies for working out of the field.

But today, at the time of the tragedy, their families have been worrying about it.

"You say what I usually say about you. It does n’t matter how much money you make. It ’s the most important thing that you are alive. Now what do you do when we die? The money you give? The money is for us. The old man is seeing a doctor. "The woman lay on the table with tears in her eyes, and the tears that had been crying had dried up. In the front of this photo, a young man of about two meters who was wearing Ma Xiaoxiao was so respectful. Kneeling, but looking at his father's picture, there was no sadness in his eyes, only admiration.

"My father is a hero. He died after fighting the enemy for the last second. He protected his comrades-in-arms. I think my father was satisfied before he died." He said firmly.

The woman turned her head and looked at her son fiercely.

"What happened to the hero? The dead hero is not a hero, it is all a bear. He is dead now. What shall we do with the maidens? Who will treat your grandfather's illness?" The woman's voice was stern, but it was true.

The old man ’s illness has been for some years, and it ’s not serious, but he ’s getting older, from emphysema to heart disease, and it ’s not good anywhere. Now the money spent on the body in these years is no longer millions. Already.

The filial tank uses all its money for this purpose.

Do n’t underestimate the power of medical institutions. They are bone-eating demons. No matter how much money you make when you are young, you will only find out when you are ruined and cured. If you do n’t have money, , Death will come knocking at the door.

Now that the family's support is dead, there must be a pension, but how long can it last? One year, two years or ten years? Besides, there are orphans and widows?

The woman is now full of despair, and his son, gritting his teeth, said, "My dad died while Skynet was on a mission, and they have to give a statement. If they can agree with me to replace my father's quota, Skynet will continue to work and I can support this family. "

The woman turned her head and "slap!" Slap on the man's face.

"You little beast, your father just died, will you have to rush the reincarnation? What should you do if you die!" She cried even more fiercely, a new wave of tears had poured out, not even that Clear.

The stubborn young man didn't care about these things. He just knew that now his father was dead, and it was time for him to take over his father's duties.

Just as their mother and son were deadlocked, the sound of outside sounded.

This is not the sound of knocking on the door, but the sound of knocking on the door. The sound is very crisp, followed by the sound of crying.

"My brother, my dearest brother, why are you dead!" The sound was so miserable that one could not help doubting that the woman and the tank were the closest people.

But the women and young people inside turned black.

"Isn't my aunt cut off with us years ago? How come this?" The young man wondered.

But the woman already knew what the son's aunt was doing. He must have been uneasy.

"Xiao Meng, don't believe anything when your aunt comes, she must have come for your father's pension!"

The tank's son, the young man Yan Meng, turned his head to look at the gate and waited.

"How could I not know that when we split up, Zuzhai and Zutian were taken away by her only to let us take away Grandpa, and what good fare can I get now?" Yan Mengping was very unusual Honesty and filial piety does not mean that he does not know anything. He is the king of the army and the super firepower of the special forces.

Unlike his father, he is very comprehensive, ranging from small-scale firepower weapons to long-range guns, as well as modern equipment. He is a master of writing.

If it was n’t for killing red eyes while carrying out a drug control mission at the border ~ www.readwn.com ~ All the drug dealers were shot and killed, so they went to a military court, and although they were not sentenced, they were returned to their hometown. Let him retire smoothly, and now he is a little policeman in the rural police station in the county seat.

This was arranged by the leadership of the army. Of course, he chose the place himself, just to be closer to his home and closer to his mother.

Now the house is fragmented, but this tossing woman from the whole family is here.

I saw that the outside door was constantly being pushed. The big iron door was very strong, but it couldn't hold anyone to use tools.

He saw that someone stretched a rope through the gap in the door, and then slowly pulled the door bolt, which only moved a little distance at a time, but could not withstand the water mill's efforts. Pull away.

At the door was a very exaggerated woman. The filial piety did not know where it was obtained from. The face was covered with thick powder. It looked like a little more white, plus the red color. It seems like the paper man who is going to burn the paper is paved.

Putting them together in the middle of the night is definitely indistinguishable.

After the woman rushed in, she knelt on the ground indiscriminately.

"My brother, why are you dying, don't we say it's good to wait for you to come back and invest in business together? Why do you do such a dangerous thing? Although my sister is poor, it is enough to sell her ancestral home and fields. You do business! "

All the loud neighbors outside could hear it.

Liu Meng and his mother Chen Fanglian, who should have been greeted, changed their faces. It was very embarrassing to watch the woman's expression.

Now that their father and husband are dead, others come to pay homage in front of the Lingtang.